Disclaimer- I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or it's characters.
Heh heh, sorry guys for the late post. I haven't been inspired a lot lately, so my writing abilities have been hindered because of it. Sorry. But I promise Mori fans, you won't be disappointed -hopefully-.
-Opposite Day-
Honey and Mori walked down the magnificent hallways of Ouran High School, bags bundled in their arms. Honey was chirping about something or other, while Mori nodded every so often, not quite paying attention. What was inside the bags, was unknown. The two inseparable amigos entered the Third Unused Music Room. Teresa approached them first.
"Where have you two been? You're late! Quickly, get your costumes on." Ingrid was in a traditional wedding Kimono with fake sakura blossoms in her pulled back hair. Everyone, in fact was in costume.
"Todays theme! A dream wedding with beautiful boys!" Renge was also in costume, all sparkly eyed and happy.
"Nope! Not today! We're playing 'Opposite Day'."
Teresa cocked her head to the side. "Opposite Day?"
The twins shrugged. "What's that?"
"It's a holiday over in America where commoner school children act differently for the whole day! They even say opposite things!"
Kyouya adjusted his glasses. "That sounds-"
"AMAZING! Even commoners in foreign countries are fascinating!" Tamaki was glowing with radiant light. "And yet, so tragic, having to create made up Holidays to entertain themselves." The glow ceased, and the words 'idiot' flew passed him.
"We can't do opposite day today Honey-senpai, we already have a plan for today."
Honey's sweet, brown eyes grew dark and menacing, an incomprehensible smile spread across his face. "We're doing, Opposite Day." Mori backed him up with an equally imposing image. Honey's expression became cute and light. "I've even brought wigs!" He pulled out several blond, brown and black wigs. "Kyouya and I will change places, Hikaru and Kaoru will switch places with Tamaki and Tere-san, and Hikaru with Takashi!" All the while he was passing out the fake heads of hair. "Doesn't it sound wonderful? Acting like someone else for a change!"
"It sounds, scary." Ingrid was feeling dizzy and sat down. "I'm quite fine the way I am."
Honey jumped onto Teresa's lap. "But wouldn't you like to do something, and not get in trouble for it?" He looked at Ingrid with large, brown, baby eyes. Ingrid threw her head back and sighed, defeated.
"Alright. I'll do it as long as Haruhi thinks its a good idea."
"Haru-chan! Please please please?" Honey begged, leaping off of Ingrid and running over Haruhi with puppy dog eyes.
Haruhi was silent, everyone hung on her word. After several, painfully long moments, smiled and nodded. "It sounds fun!"
Everyone fell silent, staring at Haruhi with extremely confused looks on their faces. Tamaki ran over to Haruhi and felt her forehead.
"Are you feeling alright Haruhi? Do you feel faint? Are you breaking out in a rash??"
Haruhi smiled and removed Tamaki's hand from her forehead. "I feel fine. I just want to see you guys act like idiots."
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So, everyone removed their dress up clothes (Ingrid had the most trouble) and got into their uniform. Teresa got into a boys uniform, it looked strange on her. The twins smirked. Kaoru had a long, curly blonde wig on, along with an extra girl uniform. While Hikaru had a regular blond wig on.
"We love girls in boy's uniform."
Ingrid blushed. "You two are so weird. Are girls the only thing you talk about?" Teresa shook her head. "Freshmen these days." Ingrid then walked over to Tamaki, who had a reddish-brown wig on. Guests slowly began to arrive, and strangely enough, Mori had conveniently excused himself to the bathroom, he was almost forced to wear the girls uniform.
"Hello Kaoru, care to play doctor when we get home?" Tamaki took Teresa by the waist, pulling her tight.
Teresa became submissive, closing one eye. "Oh Hikaru, but your hands are so cold!"
"I'll warm them, just for you." Tamaki put a hand on Ingrid ass. SMACK!
"That was a bit too convincing, Tamaki, DON'T EVER DO IT AGAIN." She had a vein throbbing in her head.
Two confused girls sat there, blue haze hovering over their heads. "What's going on? Where are the Kaoru and Hikaru?"
"Let me brush your hair for you! You mustn't strain your frail, perfect arm doing such demanding labor." An hyperactive Hikaru was, sitting on Tamaki's couch in a blonde wig. "I love you all so much! I love you more than I love myself!" The girls burst laughing.
"Tamaki-senpai would so say that!"
"You're great Hikaru, er, are you Kaoru?"
"I'm anything you want baby."
They all laughed again. 'I like being Tamaki.' Hikaru thought, with two girls on his arms.
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Next, we check up on Honey, with fake glasses, black wig, and a clip board -thing- and a pen in hand. His usually cheerful expression was low key and boring. The flowers that usually float around him had wilted, and dink dink dink! They dropped onto the ground.
"Umm, Honey-senpai?"
Honey smiled, and got to his feet, spinning around in circles aimlessly. "Greed greed greed! Money money money!" He chanted, scribbling random things on his clipboard. He stopped spinning and nodded seriously. "Our productivity is down .0001, do you know how much money we're loosing? Tamaki you're such an idiot, that goes for you two twins, Mori-senpai, you just be Mori-senpai, oh, and Ingrid-senpai, you certainly look simply dashing in that boy's uniform." He raised his eyebrows at one girl, whom was giggling.
"That's totally something Kyouya-senpai would say! You really got it on the mark Honey-senpai."
"Pay up! Every breath you take is 5 cents!" The girls he was with couldn't stop giggling.
Kyouya caught wind of Honey's shenanigans. "Yeah well, watch me eat this entire cake in one fell swoop!" Kyouya attempted to eat even a bite of cake, but it wouldn't go down. "I don't know how he can do this all day." Kyouya's girls were certainly un-amused and were slightly confused.
"Are you guys acting like one another or something?"
"Yes, we- oh I mean. MMMM! I LOOOVE SWEETS! Let me dance around with a rabbit in my hand and talk with a high pitched voice!"
Kaoru was seemingly doing well. "So what seems to be the problem deary?" His voice was silly and falsetto.
"I can't play violin for a crap! And I despise practicing, what should I do?"
"Play softer."
The girl cocked her head to the side. "Why?"
Kaoru slapped the back of his hand onto his forehead. "Because if you play too loud I'll have a panic attack. And if I have a panic attack, my porcelain heart will over work itself, and I'll have to stay a week home just to SURVIVE!" The girl was obviously confused. But the line behind her was giggling uncontrollably.
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Haruhi's girls were laughing at literally, nothing. Haruhi was just sitting in her chair, silent and bored faced. Any little move she made was entertaining apparently.
"You do such a great impression of Mori-senpai Haruhi!" One of them squealed.
"Oh oh! Say something about Honey!"
In her deepest voice, Haruhi said "Your bunny just wanted some tea real badly." The crowd was obviously pleased.
Renge's annoying laugh erupted from nowhere. She sauntered into the fray like she owned the place, laughing the whole way. "In this mess, it makes everything so much more interesting! Just exactly what this Host Club needs! Things were going to smoothly too." Renge pulled out a fan and pointed it in front of her, not really pointing at anything. "But what will happen when things need to get serious and a real problem arises?" Right on cue, the doors burst open. Mad parents appeared in the doorway, fuming.
A red faced father demanded "Which one of you is 'Tamaki the Prince'??"
Hikaru's and Tamaki's hands shot into the air. "I'm him!" They said in unison.
"Stop being idiots! You're spoiling my virgin daughters eyes with this crap!" He stomped over to the two boys and started lecturing them on what a bad influence they were.
"I demand to speak to Teresa Dresden!" A rather uptight mother asked, sticking her nose into the air. Kaoru's hand went into the air, and Ingrid waved. "Well? Which one of you influenced my daughter to sneak out of the house?"
"You really should be so strict on your daughter you old hag." Ingrid defensively retorted. Everyone fell silent. Speechless. Ingrid's eyes filled with tears, and she erupted, running to the mother. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean that at all! I'm really a nice person! I was ill on that day, I wasn't thinking straight!"
Soon enough the room erupted into pandemonium. Cries of forgiveness, along with voices of calmness were heard. Teresa continued to apologize for the next 10 minutes, while all of the Club members were revealing their true identity and that this all a misunderstanding. All the while, the manager was smiling proudly, stifling a huge laugh. Kyouya swam through a sea of people, and took Renge's shoulder.
"You had this planned all along! You found all these parents and brought them here!"
Renge exploded in laughter. "You should have seen this coming! But this is gold! The whole school will be buzzing about this for a week! Your popularity will sky rocket, and customers that previously didn't give the time of day to other Club members will branch out, finding new favorites!" Renge dried a tear. "I really am I genius, aren't I?"
Unknowing of what was happening, Mori appeared in the doorway with an animated flat expression. After standing there for a while, he just turned and left the discombobulated mess.
Poor Ingrid was on the verge of having a heart attack. She swam through the crowd, and eventually gave up. She stood on a couch, and crowd surfed to the door with a smile on her face.
"Ah, it's good to be 110 pounds." She said to herself, smiling and dramatically crying at the same time. She eventually made it to the door, upon which she ran after Mori.
"Takashi! Where were you?"
He gestured to the bathroom.
"Ahh, good idea. I should have stayed in the bathroom too."
Takashi raised an eyebrow at Ingrid, and pointed at the boys uniform.
"I was Kaoru, I had to wear this to get into character." She sighed. "Should we continue practicing?" Teresa's legs soon became weak for whatever reason. Most likely, the stress from all the noise.
Mori nodded, grabbed Teresa and threw her onto his back.
Ingrid was shocked, realizing she was on Mori's back after a few moments. "What is this for? I can walk on my own."
"You were weakening."
--
The arguing still continued, and the crowd hadn't thinned. Somehow, Tamaki ran into Haruhi.
"You shouldn't be in this mess Haruhi, you must escape!" There was great urgency in his voice. "I'll take you to safety."
Before Haruhi could resist, she was grabbed by the wrist and pulled through the crowd. Somehow she and her 'savior' were safely out in the hallway.
"Thank you Senpai, but I could have made it out of there alone."
Tamaki took her hands, eyes sparkling . "How noble of you! But you just need to trust in your Papa, I'll keep you safe. I promise."
Haruhi looked at Tamaki, slightly shocked. 'Does he realize what he's saying?' She asked herself. 'Does Tamaki still not realize that he's falling for me?'
Tamaki smiled warmly, placing a hand on her head. "Okay?" Haruhi's heart fluttered. Tamaki was warm, a very pleasant warm.
Haruhi smiled and nodded. "Okay, Tamaki-senpai." She felt as though, she was falling for him too.
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Clang clash! -Silence- Clang ping! Ingrid had pinned her trainer for the fourth time in a row. She was panting, but felt proud of herself. As of right now, she was winning. "How am I doing?" Teresa no longer practiced with the uniform on.
Mori nodded in an approving manner. 'I'm surprised at her progress, she must be practicing. I'll give it my all now.'
The next 10 turns were to Mori. Ingrid became frustrated, tears began to well up in her eyes. Takashi offered her hand up. Teresa looked at it, then batted it away. "I can -sniff- get up by myself now." She muttered to herself further- "I don't deserve such a great teacher, it's my own fault I'm loosing." She was barely audible, or at least she thought.
The next round was tough for Ingrid, though she was able to pin Takashi once. It still wasn't enough to make her calm again. She dropped her rapier, and fell to the ground after it in desperation. Tears spilled over her eerie grey eyes. She felt stupid, and most of all embarrassed. She quickly wiped the tears away. "Why? Why are you even helping me?" Ingrid blushed. That sudden outburst was random, and quite frankly, unnecessary. Takashi dropped to Ingrid's level and wiped moisture off of her porcelain skin.
"Whenever I see you, I see Mitsukuni." He paused, and looked into Ingrid's wide, deer-in-head-lights eyes. "You may not see it, but your still a child, unable to ask for help. You're convinced everything is your fault. It's not." Teresa's heart was pounding, she could feel her pulse all over her body. Takashi's hand moved to covered her eyes. "So please don't cry anymore. It's not your fault." He rested Ingrid's forehead against his chest. "Nothing is your fault."