I forgot to do this in the first chapter...neither Host Club nor Fruits Basket belong to me. I own the plot. And any characters you don't recognize...
"It's the Host Club!"
"The Host Club? In the library?"
Kyo raised his eyes from the manga he was reading and glared at the noise.
"W-what's going on?" Tohru whispered, watching the disturbance on the lower level of the library. A group of young men, three of whom were in her class, were making their way to the stairs in a strange assortment of renaissance clothing.
Yuki glanced up as well.
Momiji came sprinting up the stairs before the congregation. "Tohru! They want us to be in a club!"
"A club?" Kyo hissed with a roll of his eyes. "Why the hell would I want to do that?"
"Sohma Yuki-san and Sohma Kyo-san!" Tamaki said in his best 'take-charge' voice once they reached the top of the stairs.
Hikaru snickered behind his back.
Ignoring him, Tamaki continued to stare at the new kids.
They were gorgeous! Even though the orange hair was a little odd and there was something mysterious about them…mystery always pleased the ladies!
He fell to his knees, tears springing to his eyes.
"Um…Milord?" Kaoru whispered. "What are you doing?"
"We need you at the club!" Tamaki said, spreading his hands in placation to Yuki and Kyo.
"What the hell?" Haru asked, too loudly for the library, as he approached the crowded table with a book in his hand.
"And you!" Tamaki pointed at him, his eyes glinted scarily.
Haru slammed his book down on the table, startling Tohru so badly she jumped in her seat and squealed. Without even bothering to apologize, he glared at Tamaki. "What about me?"
"Y-you must come to the club!"
"What club and why?" Haru narrowed his eyes at Tamaki, very clearly annoyed.
"The Host Club." Kyouya stepped in front of Tamaki, helpfully blocking the sight of the king on his knees. "We exist solely for the fortune of girls. A girl will designate a specific Host and for a specified passage of time, that Host will entertain that girl or a group of such. Master Tamaiki is…kindly extending an invitation to you three—"
"And that one!" Tamaki hissed, pointing from behind Kyouya's back at Momiji.
"You four," Kyouya corrected himself, "to join this club. We are certain that once your names are circulated through the school as belonging to the Host Club, the club's profits will rise significantly."
The Sohmas were silent, staring.
"I'm sorry but we really must focus—" Yuki started eventually.
Momiji sprung forward, having spotted Hunny's bunbun. "You like rabbits too?"
Hunny grinned, amazed at how similar this new boy looked like him. So there would be a Lolita-type after he graduated!
Tohru glanced from Hunny to Momiji and back again, confused already.
"We really must focus on our studies," Yuki insisted, closing his backpack and standing, intending to leave.
"What do we have to loose?" Haru asked quietly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You actually want to join something that stupid?" Kyo growled.
"Dumb?" Tamaki retreated into the corner, taking his typical pose of dejection. Depression radiated from him.
"Why not? It'll at least give us something to do."
"We have things to do," Yuki muttered. "Like studying?"
"Please?" Hunny whined, pouting up at Momiji who was a little taller than him.
"Ok," Momiji giggled, turning back to Yuki, Kyo and Tohru with a gigantic smile pasted across his face. "Come on, it'll be fun!"
"Fun isn't the word I would use," Kyo grumbled. But he stood anyway, wondering if this club would impress Tohru or at least make her happy.
Tamaki was suddenly beside them again, back to his old peppy self. "Great! Now…we have to get you set…Kyouya, cancel all customer contact for the rest of today."
"If we keep doing this, I'll never pay off my debt," Haruhi muttered under her breath.
Without another word, Tamaki led the group, now including the Sohmas and Tohru, back toward the music room.
"This is not a good idea," Yuki whispered to Haru as they brought up the rear of the group.
Momiji and Hunny were already talking rapidly and loudly to each other, Mori keeping watchful stride beside them. The twins were poking and laughing at Kyo's orange hair and Haruhi was questioning Tohru.
"We 'entertain' the girls. I hardly think that involves embracing them," Haru mumbled back, seemingly unaware of the mutterings and stares that followed them down the hallway. "And even if it does, we can quit the club. It's not as if our lives depend on it."
"Just don't go black on any of them," the rat whispered back.