Ok, so like I came back from Hiatus, then I left for hiatus, and now I'm back. So like, let's get going, sorry for the long ass wait.

Hiyori's POV

"First things first, I refuse to work with that sack of shit", I yelled to Yumi. She was in front of me, but I wanted Hika-fuck-u to hear me loud and clear.

"Back atcha you psychotic little fuck."

"You got shit to say, huuuh? Pretty boy, grow some balls and say it to my face."

"You've got some nerves for a midget with no brawns or brains, all you can do is hit things."

"At least I can do that! All you can do is stand there and act like you love incest. Your acting is shitty and girls only look past that because of your face!"

The tension in the room grew as he started walking towards me.

"What then short stack, you got a problem? Come fix it."

"I will, somebody's got to take care of the garbage."

"That's enough. We don't allow such behavior in the hose club, if you have a problem with our establishment, I'm going to have to ask you to leave", Kyoya said.

"Fine, fine. I'll leave the pervert alone." At those words, Hikaru's cheeks turned scarlet at the memory.

"It was an accident!"

"Oh, sure pretty boy, an accident."

"Uh, if I may ask, do you want us to learn some classical or mellow? Is that what you want? More jazz, less rock?" Yumi asked, meekly.

"Ooh, that'd be perfect! The perfect touch for such an elegant club", Tamaki said, lights dancing in his eyes.

Chiho muttered solemnly at the idea of having to transfer things like saxophone music to acoustic.

I, however, was bummed, I knew the drumset and snare on its own, but I wasn't too good at percussion instruments like the vibraphone.

"Pfff, man, that's bunk, I don't know how slow and mellow I'm gonna have to play from now on", I murmured.

Walking around the music room, we found the curtain hiding the instruments and decided to search for any that we were fluent in.

"What beautiful snares, going to waste because of yooou", I said dramatically.

I tapped a light paradiddle with the pair Vic Firth sticks nearby and was stunned by how smooth it felt.

"Oh, why must such beauty be wasted?" I looked around the room at lightning speed as Chiho and Yumi followed, scanning for their potential instruments.

Third Person's POV

Hikaru watched, with scarlet cheeks, at his fiancee, looking at instrument after instrument. He couldn't help but notice how her eyes sparkled at every percussion instrument she found. His head was abuzz, it made no sense but, for some reason, this girl was making his heart pound.

No, he didn't like her. He couldn't. It made no sense, why would he? He admitted she had a nice figure, but he swears he didn't find out on purpose.

He watched, amazed at how happy she seemed looking at the gallery of drumsticks Ouran owns. His heart seemed to skip a beat at that smile she released and that squeal of joy she let out when she felt the grip of all the different ones. It was unbelievable, she was stupid, she sucked at cooking, she could only hit things, what would he find attractive in that?

He had no clue, but he couldn't help notice that he smiled when she did.

"Ehh, Takashi? We're allowed to let them be loud right?" Honey said.

"As long as it's not too much attention attracted."

Hikaru stood there and in his brain, he admitted to himself he wasn't the strongest. He knew he wasn't, but if Hiyori couldn't be happy because she can't be loud, he'd fight off as many people as can, just to let her play her music.

He blushed at the thought, why would he think that about such an idiot?

It lacked logic. Time seemed to freeze every time she smiled and he wished it would stay that way.

Back for now! Thought I should treat yall to this beauty.

-Awkward