A/N: Okay, I lied. You know how I said that I'd do some sort of scene before Honey and Mori's graduation, and their own? Weeeell, about that … yeah, that ain't happening. I miss the Host Club (it's weird not talking about their cosplay, and antics together.) So, in this chapter, the beginning of the Host Club will come into creation … through my poorly executed thoughts.
Also, I realized that it is very hard to have pairings that don't spend a lot of time together…. that probably explains why KyoHaru is so prominent right now. That may change, but other pairings will definitely become more prominent later on.
The Ouran motto is obviously not mine, but I did add some bits in order to help suit this fanfic.
(Sorry for the late updates. Expect more of them, because my ideas have a hard time translating to paper.)
The doors flew open, and behind the oak doors was Tamaki, who was panting heavily. Kyoya, being use to Tamaki's antics, didn't even bother to glance up from his laptop.
"Honey and Mori have decided to join me," Tamaki started, dramatically laying his hand (delicately, mind you) on his forehead.
"What are you going on about?" Kyoya asked, irritated that the peace that consumed the room was gone.
"Why," Tamaki said, as though Kyoya was out of the loop, which he was. "I have decided to create a host club! I already have gotten Honey and Mori to join, and I need you two to join."
Haruhi, who had been concentrating on her homework, was not aware of her surroundings, and let out a "yes," as she had finished answering a particularly lengthy math question.
"See! Haruhi wants to join! Daddy will take extra good care of his precious daughter!"
"Who are you calling 'daughter'?" Haruhi grumbled.
Tamaki ignored her, set on his quest to convince Kyoya to join his host club.
"Mon ami, please? Who will take care of our darling daughter, Haruhi?"
"Haruhi can take care of herself," Kyoya replied, pausing his typing for a second in order to push up his glasses.
"And anyways," he added on, slightly curious. "Why did you ask Honey and Mori to join?"
"Not only is it a great way to bond and even though my face is gorgeous and handsome as is, the two may be great hosts, and we shouldn't deprive the ladies of their needs," Tamaki said.
Kyoya's glasses glinted in the light, causing a shiver to go up Tamaki's back.
"I see," he murmured.
"Our motto is," Tamaki continued, emboldened by the emerging interest from Kyoya, "'The Ouran Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys' —and prettiest lady," Tamaki hastily added on, not want his 'daughter' to think too poorly of him. "'—with too much time on their hands, entertain young ladies who, also, have too much time on their hands.' Just think of it as the Ouran Academy's elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful."
"Tamaki, that is too long a motto," Kyoya said, dismissively.
He paused. "And what would Haruhi do? Surely she wouldn't become the Host's dog."
"Haruhi? Doing commoner chores?" gasped Tamaki, horrified at the very thought. "Never!"
"Well, then, what will she do?" Kyoya replied, annoyed with the lack of planning on Tamaki's part.
"She'll stay with her daddy!"
"But then,," Haruhi interrupted. "How am I contributing to the club?"
(Actually, Haruhi did not want to be apart of this club. It would just distract her from her studies. However, she was curious to see where her friend would go with this.)
"Why, you'll be helping entertain guests!"
"According to your motto, we," Kyoya said, silently signalling to Tamaki that he was onboard with the idea. "Would be entertaining young ladies. What exactly do you have in mind?"
"Cosplay!"
"Hmmmm, that could work. We'll have the guests pay for the host they want to be designated with."
"Kyoya,"cried Tamaki. "We cannot let young ladies pay for our companionship!"
"The how on earth do you expect us to pay for the cosplay outfits, without reaching into our own bank accounts?"
"..."
"I thought as much." Kyoya pushed his glasses up his nose, and started rapidly typing notes and plans for the new host club. "Incidentally, I was thinking of having you, Haruhi, as a host for boys. Many seem to like you and it would generate a lot of revenue."
It was hard admitting that, but that fact was true.
"But my studies," Haruhi protested. In the background, Tamaki moaning about how "his precious daughter's purity and innocence mustn't be corrupted".
"You'll be fine. If your grades drop — which, according to my research, is unlikely — we will relieve you from your duties. So I don't see why you can't participate."
"But—"
"No buts. Be back here tomorrow, after school ends. I'll personally make sure you get here safely."
Haruhi could, but, only grumble at her current predicament.
"So, Tamaki." Kyoya directed his attention back towards the blond. "Is it just you, me, Haruhi, Honey and Mori in this club, then?"
"Well, I was think of asking the Hitachiin twins to join."
Kyoya shook his head. Perhaps his friend had forgotten about the cold shoulder the twins gave him. Not once, but multiple times.
"Tamaki, how are you going to get them to join? They clearly don't like you."
"Mon ami, worry not! They shall be convinced!"
A/N: Welp, you all know what's about to go down in the next chapter… Obviously it'll be a little different from the actual storyline. I apologize for mainly putting dialogue in this chapter, and neglecting details. That should be remedied in the next chapter.
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