Hey again, sorry...I seem to be rather busy at the moment so it's not easy to update! Please be patient with me! *bows head* Anyway...on with the moronic and comic ways of the Host Club and Scissors Project!
The hot sun felt like a blessing against Haruhi's skin as she sat in the hotel courtyard and basked in the glow of the morning light. The heat was seeping into her every pore and as her eyelids closed, she felt so at ease she could have fallen asleep in an instant...were it not for the nagging sense of guilt in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly, she felt a slight pressure against her sides and her eyes snapped open once more to see two identical troublemakers on either side of her.
"Come on, Haruhi, its funny!" Hikaru gleamed.
"Yeah, I'm impressed. Your guess was perfect. It's amazing how well you can read him," Kaoru grinned. Haruhi sighed, resigned to the fact that it was too late to turn back now. The deed was done.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this. You know it's going to be me that will have to take him to the hospital to get it removed, right?" she shook her head in exasperation.
"We know," the boys chorused, "but we needed you to make sure we picked the right cup...and, if you take the blame we don't get into trouble with the hotel staff for it. Tamaki will stand up for you,"
"So I'm your scapegoat?" Haruhi asked incredulously.
"Pretty much," Kaoru smirked,
"But you said yourself it would be funny to watch him fret for a little while," Hikaru added. "How did you know which teacup he'd choose anyway? How did you know he'd even have tea?" the twins looked at Haruhi expectantly and she felt her face flush. She looked at her watch. Time to meet up with the others!
"Well..." she stared, leading the way to the hotel entrance, "He mentioned yesterday that he wanted tea at breakfast, as for which cup...I knew he would choose it because..."
"I chose this one because it has the initials 'H.S' on the side amidst the ivy pattern!" Tamaki told Ochiai, who still had not managed to walk away from the situation he had stumbled upon. It was ten past ten. Kei had wandered off to meet the others but he was still stuck here with the insane host king, unsure what exactly he was supposed to do. Tamaki downright refused to meet up with the others with a teacup glued to his fingers and Ochiai felt guilty about leaving him to solve the situation alone. If left to his own devices, Ochiai thought, Tamaki would probably end up with a kettle permanently stuck on his head to boot.
Tamaki was now relating every choice he'd made since getting out of bed this morning to pass the time.
"'H.S'? What's significant about the initials 'H.S'?" Ochiai asked absentmindedly, while looking desperately on his i-phone for information on the nearest hospital or plastic surgeons. The sooner they got rid of the teacup, the sooner he got rid of Tamaki
"'H.S'," Tamaki said proudly, "Will be the initials Haruhi has when," he paused for effect and beamed brightly, "When we get married!" his features went red and he shook his head violently from side to side. "I was so overwhelmed with excitement upon noticing it, that I couldn't not pick this teacup!"
"You do realise that that brand of teacup is specifically for Herbal teas? The 'H.S' stands for Herbal Solution. It's not as romantically prophetic as you seem to think," Ochiai commented casually. Tamaki looked crestfallen.
"I'm drinking English Breakfast Tea out of an Herbal Teacup? That's disastrous! I knew I should have picked chamomile!" having missed the point entirely, Tamaki downed the remainder of tea in the cup and looked at Ochiai expectantly. "Could you possibly get me a chamomile teabag and some hot water? I'm not exactly in the position to do it myself..." he looked forlornly at his fingers. They were not budging from where they'd been stuck. "You would think," he continued thoughtfully after a complete lack of reply from Ochiai, "that the heat from the cup would melt the glue, wouldn't you?"
Ochiai put his head in his hands. What the hell was he supposed to do with this guy?
Narumi had walked a step behind Kiri all the way back to the hotel to meet the others. He had been determined to take her hand in his at some point on the short walk, but failed again as they arrived back at their destination far too soon for him to work up the courage. They were dating. It was official. It was strange to think he'd been so nervous over something so small and seemingly petty. He wondered momentarily if Kiri had been as nervous as him before meeting up again after a year, but then reminded himself that she was never nervous anyway. It was weird how she could be so often entirely devoid of emotion, yet oddly expressive in her own blunt way.
Kei, Hikaru, Kaoru and Haruhi were all waiting at the entrance as agreed on the night before, everyone else however, was missing.
"I hate it when people are late," Kiri groaned, leaning lazily against the wall.
"Mussy-head, we were five minutes late ourselves!" Narumi told her sharply.
"It's not my fault you took so long checking every single millimetre of your hair," she replied dazedly, grinning slightly. Narumi's countenance softened slightly. Haruhi looked between Kiri and Narumi. The atmosphere between them had changed since last night. She had been surprised to see them show up together, but it wasn't that big of a shock. Not really.
"Hey Naru-naru!" Kei piped up. Narumi looked down at his short friend, a renewed scowl etched on his face.
"What?" he snapped.
"Don't talk to your girlfriend like that. If you're nasty, she'll go crying to Ochi! He likes her smiles too!" Kei echoed this so loudly that it took Narumi all his willpower to stop himself from knocking him violently to the floor.
"Keep your voice down!" he growled angrily at Kei. The latter part of Kei's comment had been lost however. The Hitachin's had let out such a loud whooping noise at the fifth word that no one had heard the part about Ochiai but Narumi.
"Oh! So you two are officially dating now? Nice! Congratulations!" Hikaru and Kaoru smiled emphatically and rushed over to Kiri and bombarded her with a series of pertinent questions.
"Kei!" Narumi took advantage of the moment when everyone else's attention was on Kiri and hissed at his small friend, "You can't tell Kazuhiko. Not yet. I need to tell him in person. I don't want him getting pissed off!"
"You need to tell him soon!" Kei sang merrily, "these host club types aren't exactly good at keeping secrets," he grinned cheekily and skipped off to join those questioning a bamboozled Kiri. Narumi stood there fuming. How was he supposed to tell his best friend that he was finally in a relationship with the girl they'd both fallen in love with?
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