Mitsuya woke up Saturday to her in-house telephone ringing on her bedside table. She rolled over and grabbed the phone while looking at the clock; nine. Only an hour earlier than usual; she went to bed an hour later than her usual though, ugh…
"Yes?" She asked into the phone.
"Miss Kaminari-San? The Host club is here to get you and Miss Sanjo-San." A maid informed her from the other end of the line.
Mitsuya groaned. "I need to speak with one of them. Is Kyouya; the one with glasses, there?" She asked, trying to not let her impatience and frustration become too obvious.
"Sorry Miss, no."
"Haruhi then? Is there a girl? Get her please." Mitsuya could just barely hear the maid get Haruhi's attention.
"Mitsuya?" Haruhi asked into the phone.
"What are you guys doing here?" Mitsuya questioned, irritated.
"Tamaki-Senpai wanted to go apple picking with all of us, so he came to pick us all up. We still have to get Kyouya-Senpai, he isn't a morning person." Haruhi explained.
Mitsuya sighed. "You guys stay down there, I need to get ready. Then you can all help me wake up Chiyuki. I don't know how bad Kyouya is, but I would be willing to guess that Chi is worse. I'll see you in a minute, Haruhi." She put the phone down and went to take a shower.
"Mitsu-Chan!" Honey exclaimed when she appeared in the front sitting room that the host club was in twenty-five minutes after she talked on the phone with Haruhi. She was dressed in dark-wash jeans and a red shirt.
Honey gave her a huge hug that she returned before turning towards Tamaki and beginning her interrogation. "What exactly do you think you are doing here at nine o'clock in the morning?" Her tone of voice made her irritation obvious.
"I-I just wanted to do something with our family, Mother." Tamaki explained sheepishly; that tone of hers had, in the past, been a warning of possible painful discipline.
Mitsuya gave a small smile with a roll of her eyes. No one noticed the smile change into a mischievous smirk right before it went away though. "I need to go wake Chiyuki up. Why don't you guys come with me?" She suggested. The hosts agreed quickly and soon Mitsuya was leading them through the halls of her house. "Ah, here we are." She said, stopping. She gestured to the door. "You should go wake her up Tamaki. You are her father after all."
Tamaki brightened at the idea. "Sure! My darling daughter must look like a sweet princess, sleeping soundly on a white feather bed, golden hair spread under her like a halo and…"
His voice was cut off as he walked into the room Mitsuya had indicated as his 'daughter's'. The older girl quickly shut the door as there was a horrified scream, something that sounded like angry yelling and several thuds. Tamaki ran back out the door with a paint can on his head, covered in Vermilion Red paint.
"W-w-w-w-w-w-wha…?!?!" he stuttered, looking absolutely terrified. Mitsuya burst out laughing while the other hosts were staring with a mixture of confusion and horror.
"Uh… What was that banging sound we heard?" Honey asked, half hiding behind Mori.
"P-p-p-p-p-p…" Tamaki could get any words out it seemed. Like he was in shock.
"Paint cans," Mitsuya said simply, opening the closet door across the hall. She pulled out several helmets with face plates on them and tossed them to each Host, and some old police riot shields. They were all covered in multiple colors of paint. "So you can't get hurt if she has anymore heavy duty cans, and so you don't get your clothes stained." She explained. The host's each took one of the shields.
"Why does she have so much paint in there anyway?" Haruhi asked, fitting her helmet on her head.
"Chiyuki paints a lot. She's sold many of her works under an alias," Mitsuya said. "So she always keeps a bit of paint on hand. Most of the time she has a couple of tubes in her pockets. Chi's got her own room here since she makes a mess, and has a tendency to start throwing it around haphazardly when she mad or upset. Or sleepy, honestly." The older girl sighed. "I swear; the paint fumes get to her sometimes."
The hosts just nodded dumbly as Mitsuya opened the door.
The room looked like it used to be white at some point, but it was now covered in every color imaginable; splatters, doodles, parts that looked like they could have been hung in museums. Even the tile floor was covered, as well as parts of the ceiling. There was an easel to the side, a canvas that was half painted on it.
And in the back corner of the room was a small twin sized bed. The blankets were covered in paintbrushes and small blank canvases. Paint covered the wooden bed frame. There was a slightly moving lump underneath it, and the sound of soft breathing was the only sound in the otherwise empty room.
Mitsuya carefully walked towards the bed, avoiding wet paint splatters. She pulled back the covers a bit and shook Chiyuki's shoulder a bit. "Chi? It's time to wake up."
Chi tried to grab the comforter and pull it over her head again, but Mitsuya wouldn't let her. "No, Chiyuki. Get up." The younger girl moaned, sitting up. It seemed like she was going to actually cooperate when Mitsuya saw her reach for several art supplies.
"DUCK AND COVER!" She yelled as yellow paint and a couple of camel hair brushes hit her shield. The rest of the club tried to hide behind their shields and each other. They were mostly successful until…
"Honey-Senpai's been hit!" Hikaru shouted, as Mori covered the younger senior with both of their shields.
The barrage of paint and brushes stopped, because she possibly had run out of supplies or heard them say that she hit Honey. Mitsuya lowered her shield just slightly. Chiyuki was sitting up in her bed, rubbing her eyes.
"Huh…?" She muttered, looking utterly confused. "What happened…?" Chiyuki blew her hair (which also seemed to have paint in it) out of her eyes, and froze when she saw the police shields and helmets.
"Oh no… I didn't… Again…?" She sleepily asked Mitsuya. The older girl nodded.
"Yeah, you got Tamaki really good, and you just hit Honey-senpai-"
Mitsuya was cut off as the younger girl teared up and practically tackled the small senior. "I'M SOOOOOOO SORRY HONEY-SENPAI!!!! I DIDN'T HURT YOU, DID I?!?!?!"
Honey laughed, sitting up. "No Chi-chan. I'm okay! See, you barely hit the helmet, and it was only a little tube!" He held up a bottle of paint half the size of his forearm; so it really wasn't all that big.
"Oh… Okay…" The rainbow colored blonde girl responded hesitantly. Honey giggled and smiled. Mori pulled on her hair lightly.
"It's blue," he said simply when she looked at him questioningly. The rest of the host's nodded. Chiyuki's hair was mostly a light blue color.
"Oops. I should prolly wash that out shouldn't I?" She said with a grin, rubbing the back of her head. Walking over to her closet, (which no had noticed since it was part of a mural of flamingos that continued on the wall on either side) she began to open the door when Tamaki peaked his head inside.
"Everything got quiet, she didn't knock you all out, did she?!" He said quickly. Chiyuki looked like she was going to cry when she saw the red paint that covered him. She tackled him like she had Honey, ignoring that more paint was getting on her clothes and in her hair.
"I'm sorry Daddy! I didn't mean to! I just get really grumpy and I don't even remember it and, and…!" Chiyuki rambled on for a moment before Tamaki hugged her back and proclaimed to her loudly (using lots of fancy words) that it was okay.
Mitsuya began pushing all the boys out of the room. "Alright guys, we have to let Chi get ready. It's going to take forever to brush out her hair after her shower."
The boys left the room with Mitsuya following.
Thirty minutes later, the host's were pretty settled in Mitsuya's front room, talking and enjoying themselves. Tamaki had a change of clothes brought over from his house, and had changed, leaving the little bit of red paint in his hair, saying he'd just wash it out later.
Hikaru and Kaoru were in the middle of telling Mitsuya a funny story from before she came to Ouran when a whimper was heard coming down the stairs. They saw Chiyuki sliding slowly down the banister with a hair brush in one hand. Her hair was a tangled mess, and there was still a little bit of blue paint in her hair. When she reached the bottom, she walked over to Mitsuya with a look like a miserable puppy as she handed the brush to the older girl.
"Oh my… You got it good this time." Mitsuya began brushing Chiyuki's hair. Tears welled in the blonde girls eyes as tangles were jerked out.
"My poor little girl!" Tamaki cried out, and tried to hug Chi, but Mitsuya pushed him away and Haruhi grabbed her senpai by his hair.
"Leave them alone Senpai," she said, then looked at Chiyuki again. "You know, you could cut it short." The brunette tugged at a lock of her own short hair which was pulled out of her face with some clips. "Mine used to be as long as yours, but now it's a lot easier to manage."
Chi shook her head for a second, and then stared at Haruhi. "Wait a minute… ARE YOU A GIRL?!"
There was a stunned silence.
"Uh… Yeah. I figured Mitsuya had told you," Haruhi said, surprised.
"She's as slow as Tono," Kaoru commented.
"Slower," Hikaru added.
Chiyuki glared at her 'brothers', but squeaked when Mitsuya started on her hair again. The twins grinned at her, sticking out their tongues.
"There." Mitsuya said, looking at her masterpiece; Chiyuki's tangle free hair; securely hanging in a braid down her back.
"So can we leave now Mitsu-Chan?" Honey asked excitedly. The others looked up. Hikaru and Kaoru had been sitting on a couch, leaning on each other for support, half asleep. They had been the first ones Tamaki had woken up this morning. Oh, the curse of having your house closest to the King's… Haruhi was reading some book she found on a shelf, which Mitsuya didn't bother mentioning was an original, and cost over 100,000 yen. Tamaki, Mori, and Honey had taken to entertaining themselves with Mitsuya's two Russian Blue cats.
Mitsuya looked at Chiyuki's attire. "What do you think you are wearing?" she asked the younger girl.
"I like this uniform. It's my favorite…" Chi said pitifully, looking down at the high school boys' uniform.
"No. Go put on normal clothes and stop being ridiculous, seriously..." Mitsuya ordered with a sigh. Chiyuki walked back upstairs slowly, her lip stuck out in a pout. "Stop pouting and go faster!" Tamaki had to be held back from going to console his daughter.
A few minutes later, Chiyuki came back down the stairs in her 'normal' clothes. Her top looked like a light blue tank top with a red stripe down the middle and an extra pair of short sleeves hanging off her shoulders. Her skirt was long and tan, with a purple hem, and she had on brown sandals and a pair of brown cloth gloves.
"Very nice," the twins said at the same time, circling their 'sister'.
"Although..." Hikaru started.
"That necklace doesn't exactly..."
"...match, since the ribbon..."
"...is black and..."
"...Your color theme is brown." They both finished, and reached out to untie the necklace.
"Don't. You. Dare. Take. It. OFF!" Mitsuya said loudly, wacking both boys in the head.
"Ouch..."
"But Mother," Tamaki said. "Why not?"
Mitsuya flipped over the diamond shaped charm hanging off of it. "It's got her name and my phone number and address on it in case she gets lost."
"...so it's a dog collar," Haruhi deadpanned.
Mitsuya shrugged. "Pretty much. Okay, we can go now. Oh wow, it's eleven o'clock already… Will Kyouya-Senpai be up now?" She asked the others.
"Probably not, Kyouya-Senpai is a very late sleeper." Haruhi replied. The other hosts nodded, a twinge of fear in their eyes.
Chiyuki was grinning ear to ear though. "Let's go wake him up then!" Tamaki joined her in her excitement and ushered everyone outside.
"Saira-San! If my parents get home before I do, tell them I will be home shortly. Thank you!" The maid nodded with a smile to Mitsuya before closing the door behind the strange group of teens.
"Oh! Suoh-Sama! Am I right to assume that you are here to see Kyouya-Sama?" A maid asked when she opened the door to reveal the hosts and the girls.
"Yes, princess, we are." Tamaki replied. Mitsuya rolled her eyes and Chiyuki giggled as the maid ducked her head down, embarrassed.
"Oh, well he's still sleeping… Would you like someone to go ge-" She asked, not looking forward to the thought of enduring her young master's morning wrath.
"Don't worry, we can wake him up." The twins said together, Cheshire grins on their faces. The maid blushed deeper.
"O-Oh, okay…" She let them all in. the group of them headed toward Kyouya's room.
"Now men." Mitsuya cleared her throat. "And women." Tamaki added. "We know this is dangerous business. We don't want to end up feeling the wrath of the Hypotensive Devil! So we just need to get in there, get him dressed, and get him out of there as fast as possible!"
"You are insane. I would say waking him up gently might be a better option… You're way sounds a bit too forceful…" Mitsuya said as they walked into Kyouya's room.
The twins were already halfway up the steps that led to Kyouya's bed upstairs when they heard her. "But that's how we always do it." They replied.
"And that's probably why you always get into trouble." Mitsuya explained with a sigh.
A grin appeared on Chiyuki's face. "I bet I can wake him up Daddy," She told him happily.
She started to climb the stairs. Tamaki followed trying to grab at his 'daughter'. Chi tactfully avoided each and every swipe he made at her.
Giggling, she said, "Shh, Daddy. It'll be no fun if you wake him up first!" And with that she was over at Kyouya's bedside.
Climbing awkwardly like a five year old, (even though the bed wasn't that high) the blonde girl seated herself cross-legged next to the sleeping shadow king, who hadn't moved the entire time. The rest of the Host Club was hiding behind the couch across the room, including Mitsuya. Tamaki was quietly freaking out, scared for his daughters health.
Chiyuki poked Kyouya lightly on the shoulder. "Kyouya-senpai?" She said quietly, sweetly, again like a five year old. He mumbled something and pulled his blanket tighter to him. Chi tugged at the blankets, but the dark haired boy looked at her and glared. She straightened, quite frightened, but determined as he turned over.
"Alright Kyouya-senpai! I wasn't going to resort to this, but you've left me with no choice!" She said in a sing-song voice. Leaning over, she pulled her hair back, like she was going to whisper something to him.
There was a moments silence as the Host Club stared unbelieving at what the girl just did.
"UWAGH!!!!" Kyouya yelled jerking back and unintentionally sending Chiyuki flying. Mori jumped out catching her before she hit the wall.
"Did she just..."
"No way..."
"I think she did..."
"YOU LICKED MY FACE!" Kyouya yelled. "YOU LITTLE FREAK!!!"
Chiyuki rubbed her face where he'd hit her, eyes tearing up, but she was giggling all the same. "You wouldn't get up. But you're up now so yay!" She threw her arms in the air, narrowly missing Mori's face as he set her down. "Oh. Oops, sorry Mori-senpai. And thanks for catching me!"
"It's okay." He said simply with a smile.
"Get out of my room!" Kyouya said sternly, putting on his glasses.
"The glasses are on! He's awake!" Tamaki cried triumphantly. He snatched up Chiyuki on a hug. She laughed, crying out, "Ow, Daddy! My face hurts!!!" Although she kept giggling.
"Oh my..." Mitsuya said, shaking her head. "She's going into hysterics again..."
"It was Kyouya's demonic glare!" The twins cried out. "It broke her brain!"
"She's probably just in pain from where Kyouya-senpai hit her," Haruhi said rationally. Mitsuya nodded as Tamaki began going off on Kyouya for hitting his precious little girl.
"Tama-chan, maybe you should leave Kyo-chan alone. He shouldn't have hit Chi-chan, but he looks really angry..." Honey said, hugging Usa-chan tight and pulling on Tamaki's sleeve. The younger blonde blinked and looked at his best friend, who was indeed looking rather mad, albeit awake.
"Uh... Let's go get an ice pack for Chiyuki..." Mitsuya said, dragging Tamaki and Chiyuki behind her. The rest followed suit. Tamaki yelled at Kyouya to get ready, or it'd be the twins next time, while the twins protested the idea.
Kyouya sighed, and began to get dressed.
"He's coming!" The twins yelled, running down the stairs. They had put themselves on look out, after Chiyuki caused Kyouya to get more angry than usual. Everyone looked up from where they were seated in one of the many tea rooms having sandwiches, tea, and coffee. They were rather hungry considering most of them hadn't had a chance to eat before being pulled out of their houses by Tamaki, and now it was getting close to lunch.
Chiyuki had an icepack up to her face that Mitsuya had nicely asked a maid for when leaving Kyouya's room. Luckily they hadn't asked why it was needed, because no one thought it would be good if it got around that Ootori Kyouya hit little girls.
The twins sat down just as Kyouya walked around the corner, looking a bit perturbed, but the angry aura was gone; much to everyone's relief. "Good Morning Kyouya-Senpai." Mitsuya said, not looking up from her tea. Ever since the incident no one could really tell what she was thinking, or at least act on it if they did.
Kyouya just nodded as he sat down and looked right at Tamaki. "Why are you here?" He asked, cutting straight to the underlying issue, although no one seemed to miss the sideways glares that Chiyuki kept getting, who scooted closer to Mori with every look she got, until she was leaning right up against him with his arm around her.
"Well… I wanted to go apple picking with everyone… It just sounded like a lot of fun! Running around in an orchard, looking for shiny apples! Doesn't it just sound great Kyouya?" Tamaki asked, grinning in spite of the imminent danger he was putting himself in. Kyouya just let out a sigh and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
Everyone was quiet as they watched Kyouya carefully as he ate some of the sandwiches. He didn't seem to be in that bad of a mood… Maybe it was just the initial shock of being licked…
"Uh, Kyo-chan? Are you still mad at us?" Honey asked in a sweet toned voice.
"Not at all Honey-senpai," the shadow king replied, although with a sudden glare in his glasses it was hard to tell.
Deciding that ignoring the anger might be the best route, Tamaki continued his explanation. "So anyway, I found this place on the internet. It's only a couple of hours from here and they let you pick as many apples as you can carry!"
Kyouya stared at the Host Club King like he was an idiot. "Do you watch the news? Or look outside?"
Tamaki froze. "Of course I do." He said, although he didn't remember paying attention to anything except waking everyone up.
"It's about to storm," Kyouya replied, pointing at the large window to his left. Indeed, it did look rather gloomy. Already there was a smattering of rain drops on the window. Tamaki looked like he was going to cry, and went to the corner of the room to sulk.
"Storm...?" Haruhi asked quietly, and then screeched as the first bang of thunder shook the room. Everyone jumped as she dove under the table.
"So you're telling us..."
"...that we were all woken up..."
"For nothing?" The Hitachiins asked bluntly as Honey crawled under the table, offering Haruhi Usa-chan and Tamaki tried to get her to come out.
Mitsuya sighed. "Great. I had to wake up Chiyuki for nothing, and now I'm going to have to explain to her parents why half her face is purple." She held an even stare at Kyouya, who said nothing.
The next Monday, the Host Club was open for business like usual. There wasn't any cosplay that day, so everyone was where they should be, with Mitsuya serving tea, and Chiyuki back up on her swing.
"So Chiyuki, how did you get so bruised?" One of the twins' guests asked her.
The middle schooler glanced at Kyouya, who was chatting with another customer.
"Oh... We went on an interesting trip and I... well, tripped," she answered giggling.
The girl nodded sympathetically, then swooned as she noticed the twins embracing like twins shouldn't.
On the other side of the room, Mitsuya began walked over to Kyouya as his customer bid him goodbye. He wrote something in his notebook.
"She appreciated the flowers begging forgiveness," Mitsuya said softly. It has indeed been a surprise when the large bouquet of expensive lilies had shown up at Chiyuki's house.
"I think 'begging forgiveness' is a bit much. It was a simple apology note for causing physical pain."
Mitsuya shook her head. "Right. Well she would have thanked you herself, but she's mildly terrified of you so... Thanks." Mitsuya said with a small smile on her face.
Kyouya nodded, then leaned against the wall behind him. Mitsuya joined him and the two watched as the club went on with its activities.
Good morning to you all! (Seeing as it's about midnight right now...) We hope you enjoyed this installment of our humble little fanfiction. Giggles Poor Host Club, they had to wake up Honey, Chiyuki, AND Kyouya! Hahaha, and it was all for nothing too! XD Ohh, boy... Sorry it took so long this time ^-^""" We'll try to go a bit faster with chapter ten! And btw, the previous offer of drawing with hosts and/or the OC's still stands! Princepessa Dell Opera, yours is on the way (as soon as my scanner works...)
See ya later!
