Kyouya stared at the notice hanging from the golden doorknob of the Third Music Room.
"Host Club not meeting today?" he repeated from the sign. "I will call Tamaki later about the door hanger. Why was I never informed of this decision?" The raven-haired genius strode away from the locked Host Club room and wondered how to occupy his suddenly free time.
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"Is he gone?" Tamaki whispered to Hikaru and Kaoru who had their ears pressed against the door.
The twins carefully and quietly dashed away from the door with mischievous glee. "Kyouya believed the note," Hikaru panted gently while chuckling.
"We're not in any danger of being heard," Kaoru grinned.
"Good," I told my agents as I flashed them a smile. "Hunny and Mori are standing outside pretending to wait for their limo. They should tell us when Kyouya's limo has pulled away."
"In the mean time, tell us what we are doing," Haruhi demanded with crossed arms and an arched eyebrow.
"My friends, we are going to make a music video!" I told them.
"Then why isn't Kyouya going to be in it?" The Hitachiin brothers asked in unison.
"Because he is going to judge it," I explained. "We create the video and tomorrow present it to Kyouya so we can post it on the website, which will increase the number of people looking at the site and therefore increase our popularity. But Kyouya needs to slash my and/or Haruhi's debt by a third."
"So you want to stab the Shadow King in the back and loosen his hold on you at the same time," the twins interpreted slyly.
I blushed. "Pretty much."
Haruhi shook her head. "You and Kyouya-sempai become more and more similar every day."
"I resent that!"
"Sssh!" Tamaki hissed as he cranked the volume on the walkie talkie.
"Kyouya exited the building…he's coming toward us," Hunny whispered. The walkie talkie Hunny had was a little earpiece which was hidden by the Lolita boy's blonde hair, but the transmitter was a black choker with a miniature speaker where the person talked into. To conceal the microphone, Hunny decorated Bun-Bun with the choker, a cute shirt, and colorful, beady bracelets adorned his pink arms.
All of us gathered around the walkie talkie and held our breaths as we heard Kyouya speak, "Hello Mori. Hello Hunny. I see you decided to dress Bun-Bun."
"Isn't Bun-Bun adorable?" Hunny cooed, "A girl I was hosting yesterday suggested dressing Bun-Bun and I decided to give it a try. I'm glad I did."
"Waiting for your limo?"
Mori grunted and Hunny started to prattle. "Yeah. Since there's no Host Club today, I can attend that field trip at the delicious cake truffle factory that I really really wanted to go to. They show you how they make the chocolate so smooth and creamy…" The sweets-loving blonde went on and on about the field trip that was not taking place.
"I hope you enjoy your time there," Kyouya wished to Hunny, "but my ride is here. See you two tomorrow."
Those of us inside the Third Music Room heard a vehicle pull up and indistinct voices. There was the sound of tires rolling over gravel that grew distant.
"He's gone. We're coming back," Hunny announced.
"Wait," I told them. "Is Kyouya's limo out of sight?"
"No."
"Quick, do a potty dance so you can come back into the building! Hunny, cross your legs and hop up and down, then tell Mori in a pained voice you have to 'go badly' and run for the building. Have Mori run after you," I instructed them hastily.
"You've done this before," Hikaru commented with a level of appraisal.
"You are nearly as good as us, Alexis," Kaoru said as he mimicked his brother's expression.
"Why thank you two," I smiled. "That's sweet. I learn from every one of you." We heard small fists knocking on the door. The twins ran to let Hunny and Mori in.
"Now what do we do?" Tamaki asked me.
"Because we are going a demo, I've already chosen a song but in the future we will vote for the song," I told everyone. "We require Renge's assistance since she is melodramatic and could help us."
As I said this, high-powered motors roared to life and everyone sweatdropped as Renge rose on a platform from a hole in the ground that hadn't been there before. "Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho," the eccentric high schooler chuckled into a microphone. "Do my ears deceive me? The Host Club needs my assistance?"
"She is melodramatic," the twins agreed flatly.
"Yes," Tamaki answered Renge, "we are going to—"
"Shut up, fake king," Renge hissed which caused Tamaki to flee in terror to the refuge of his little emo corner. "What is it the Host Club needs assistance with?" The question was mostly directed at Haruhi.
"We are making a music video," the commoner informed Renge.
"Oh!" she squealed. "A music video! There you will definitely need my help with the costumes, the script, the music—"
"Actually, Renge, we already have a song picked out," I coughed before Renge could get carried away.
"Who is she?" Renge asked the other Host Club members.
The twins draped their arms around my shoulders and grinned. "This is Alexis, the newest member to the Host Club, and the one who thought of this ingenious idea."
Renge jumped from the tall platform and pulled out an umbrella, which allowed her to float gently to the tile floor. "What song did you choose?" Renge demanded.
"Once Upon a December from the movie Anastasia," I declared, "because that song inspired the music video idea. I'm going to show you an advanced music video—a movie clip called Razzle Dazzle from Chicago."
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"Haruhi, you're the person who is singing so I need you to lip sync while you dance," I instructed her as a professional Renge called in showed Haruhi how to spin around on her tiptoes in ballet shoes. It turned out ballet shoes are difficult to balance in, even with the lead weights at the toes.
"Right…there!" Renge cried. "Perfect!" She was directing a hired guy to place the picture of painted wings on a wall. Renge yelled at the twins, "Stop rolling around on the ground and start dancing!"
"I can't get up!" Kaoru complained as his limbs waved in the air. Hikaru tried to help but ended up flailing on his stomach. It was difficult not to guffaw at the sight of two dancing bears 'dancing' on the floor.
"Gr! Get those bears up! Teach them how to dance!" Renge ordered a pair of women. "We must beat Razzle Dazzle!"
I tapped Renge's shoulder as I read over the lyrics. "Hey, Renge, we'll need more people –no, not your staff, high school students for the 'figures dancing gracefully across my memory' part. They need to know how to waltz."
"Turn the school upside down and see what falls out," Renge shrugged as she ran to yell at the twins again.
So that was how I came to wandering Ouran.
Most students had gone home for the day and a majority of the clubs had gone home. I sighed as I listened to my shoes click on the squeaky clean tiles. I was the only living soul. Naturally, I began to hum which turned into singing softly to myself.
"…And I think about it all the time. Sweet temptation washin' over me, and you think about it all the time. Passion, desire so intense I can't take anymore because I feel the magic all around you," I sung, spinning around once. "It's bringing me to my knees and I wanna be, I gotta be chained to you."
"And when you look into my eyes, there's a certain sense of urgency," another voice carefully added itself in gradually. The other singer was male. "Fascination casts a spell and you became more than just a mystery and I think about you all the time."
I stopped walking and stood where I was, changing the tune. "Dancing bears…"
"Painted wings," the other voice continued.
"Things I almost remember and a song someone sings once upon a December," a beautiful chorus of voices joined in. I peered curiously over my shoulder and grinned at the Black Magic Club who was grinning back at me. Of course! The movie Anastasia had a magician in it, named Rasputin, so of course the Black Magic Club would know the songs.
"How would you guys like to be in a music video?" I asked them.
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Disclaimer: I don't own: Anastasia or 'Once Upon a December', 'Razzle Dazzle' or Chicago, 'Chained to Your Magic' by Savage Garden, or Ouran High School Host Club