Haruhi and I hurried from our study time in the (surprisingly) quiet library towards the 3rd Music Room.
"They're going to hound us if we're late." Haruhi said as we ran through the halls.
We stopped at the door with 'Music Room #3' written on a plaque above said door. I opened the door and we froze at what we saw.
Palm trees and coconuts. Please tell me we're in the wrong room... Tell me there is some 'Tropical Rangers' Club or something. Butterflies flew around and there were some iguanas casually climbing leaves. There was a toucan or two in here, is this even allowed?
Of course, it is. Rich bastards...
"Where... Is this?" Haruhi muttered.
Soon, we noticed the other members of the host club wearing... special outfits. The only one wearing a shirt was surprisingly the pervert, Tamaki. All the others wore skirt like pants and necklaces, the twins holding large fans and Mori with a... Pineapple?
"Welcome!" they all said, smiling their 'charming' smiles.
Oh mother, up in Heaven, why is it that fate had us join this club? Why did that vase have to break?
Haruhi seemed agitated, and the toucan that landed on her head only seemed to add to it.
"Oh, it's you, Haruhi and Mikato. You're late." Hikaru and Hitachiin chorused.
"According to our calendar, this is definitely still early April." Haruhi mused with the bird still resting on her head.
"Huddling under a kotatsu table, fearing the cold would be nonsense!" Tamaki Suou said, spinning around with a small fan. "Why else we have this perfect heating and cooling system?"
Haruhi and I were kneeling by a plant with a magnifying glass.
"Do you two have some sort of criticism or our club's policies? Haruhi-kun, Mikato-kun, you owe us a debt of 8 million yen." Kyoya Ootori smirked, looking at his silver computer and reminded us of the smashed vase.
"Fine men do not bundle up in bulky clothing. It may be a chilling early spring out in the world, but in our club, we welcome our chilling little kittens to a warm, south tropical aura! Yes! Today. this place is a supreme paradise, a hot, hot island or everlasting summer!" Tamaki ranted and hit multiple poses, ending with his arms around me and imouto.
"I, on the other hand, feel a chill in every sense of the word." Haruhi deadpanned.
The twins smirked, grabbed my arms, and dragged me off into the changing area. Oh no. The shoved a bag at me and closed the door. I heard a faint click of it being locked and sighed. I grumbled as I pulled out the outfit which consisted of long green skirt thing with a yellow cloth thing around the waist to tie. Along with this were a pair of sandals and fake gold armlets and short necklace with Balinese beads.
I sighed and took the designated uniform off, careful to fold them, and slipped on the clothes. I tied the cloth and pulled the necklace on. I attached the armlets on my upper arms and put my uniform in the bag, putting it in the corner.
Opening the door, I walked out towards I heard all the voices.
Those with the wherewithal, first in social standing, and second in money- spend their time here, at the private Ouran Academy. As such, Ouran Host Club is where handsome boys with too much time on their hands entertain the girls, who also have too much time on their hands. It is the school's own personal, elegant playground for the super-rich.
Of course, my imouto and I get stuck in the middle of it all.
"What Heartlessness! Even with lustrous skin, like ivory, and my outfit, like that of a Balinese king, all too fitting for me, I am no more than a slave before my goddess, kneeling, and swearing my loyalty." the Host Club king said as he held a girl close to his face.
"Tamaki-kun... Fantastic!" She gushed, along with two other girls.
"Oh yes, next week, Ouran Host Club will be sponsoring a dance party." Tamaki informed the girls.
"A dance party?" I asked myself. Nope, not going.
"What will you be doing at this dance party?" I heard some girls asked the devil twins.
"We're renting the large hall in the central building..." Hikaru said.
"... and throwing a big main event there." Kaoru added.
"Although, I really wanted to spend the time with you, Kaoru." Hikaru grabbed Kaoru's chin.
"Don't say that, Hikaru. I'm the one who really wanted it..." Kaoru replied.
"Fantastic! Brotherly love, with a south tropic flavor!" their guests squealed.
My poor innocence... Well the part that was still there.
"The guests seem even more worked up than usual, huh?" Haruhi asked Kyoya, both having appeared beside me.
"A little moderate exposure is popular." The dark prince answered and wrote on his book. What is in there, secret confessions?
"Did you come up with this tropical project, Kyoya-kun?" I asked him, as I set a tray with empty glasses on a table that acted as a bar.
"I have no decision-making authority." He said plainly. "This club's policies are all laid out by the kind, Tamaki. Although, I may have found it worth the effort to casually slip a photo book of Bali onto his desk." he finished with a proud smirk and pushed up his glasses.
Why am I not surprised? He's not the shadow prince, he's the shadow king.
"Ta-da!" Mitsukuni Haninozuka yelled wearing a red flower necklace.
"Honey-kun, you're so cute!" his guests clapped.
"Hee hee, these are Balinese flowers. We had them flown in." He explained with a wide grin. "Ah, Takashi!" he climbed up onto him like a monkey and slipped a red flower necklace around his neck. Honey hugged Takashi Morinozuka and I could basically see sparkles flying about. "Look! Now we match!" Mori-senpai said nothing as he still held the pineapple.
Why does he still have that? I continued walking towards my table and sat down. I was a bit away from Haruhi's but I could still watch her if I turned my head. Giving my guests my full attention I smiled at them.
"Mikato-kun, why isn't Haruhi-kun wearing a tropical outfit too?" Asuna, a girl with short blonde hair, asked me with a smile.
"He claims that it is unnatural to wear such outfits in early springs, and I agree, mostly because they are much too revealing for my otouto." I answered with a glance at imouto's table.
"Aw!" my three guests cooed. "So protective!"
"Haruhi, we have one ready for you. What's more, it's paired with mine!" Tamaki had said after I came out of the changing room.
He gestured at a female Bali outfit similar to his own.
"No thank you." Haruhi said bluntly while I hit Tamaki's head repeatedly.
"So he is fond of the seasons? Oh I hope that the sakura blossoms are in full bloom for the dance party." Chiharu, a girl with long black hair with a yellow bow, said with hearts above her head.
"The two of us dancing among the fluttering sakura blossoms... So romantic!" Emi, a guest with short brown hair and full bangs, mused as she sipped her orange drink with flowers.
"You think so?" I smiled at them "You are all so cute, to have such dreams. I'll be sure to take care of you three at the dance then."
The three girls blushed at me with wide eyes. "Mikato-kun.." they chorused.
"Excuse me." A girl walked next to me. "I believe it is just about time for designee changes." I looked up to see a girl with light brown eyes and reddish-brown hair.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You must me my next appointment, Miss..." I trailed off, not knowing her name.
"Kasugazaki Kanako, 2nd-Year Class B" She introduced.
So, she's in my class, huh? I'll be sure to talk to her then.
"You're even cuter up close, much more than the rumors too." she said softly while putting a hand on my chin and tilting it up. "I've made up my mind. I'm going to make you my new favorite." I continued to stare at her.
I heard Tamaki make noises in the distance. I hope he choked on his drink.
~~~~~ Asuna and Kirito love Yui ~~~~~
Tamaki was sitting on a table near the windows of the Host Club room, eating ramen.
"Sir, stop eating that commoners' ramen." the twins said, watching him. "And come help us with the dance party planning."
The Host Club memeber were currently standing, or sitting in Haruhi and Kyoya's case, around a large table. Kyoya was typing on his silver computer and we were all back in our uniforms.
"Is Princess Kasuga taking a liking to Mikato really bothering you that much?" they continued.
"Her illness isn't something that just started, right?" Kyoya asked, his glasses glaring so we couldn't see his eyes.
"Illness?" Haruhi asked.
"Wandering host-hopping disease." One of the twins said.
"Otherwise known as never-the-same-boy-twice disease." the other twin finished.
"Usually, our regular customers designate the same host in perpetuity, but she tends to change her favorite on a regular basis." Kyoya explained.
"Up until last time, she was with Tama-chan, right?" Honey asked, clutching his Usa-chan.
"Ah, this is because he had his guest taken from him." Haruhi realized, making me chuckle quietly.
"His jealous eh?" I smirked.
"I'm not! That's not why!" He yelled in my face, blowing my hair back and scaring Honey-senpai. "I'm at the limits of my patience! Mikato, get Haruhi to start dressing like a girl!" he ordered, pointing at us.
"Don't bring me into this!" She yelled at him.
"Why do you two have to be so popular with the girls, when you," he pointed at Haruhi, "yourself are a girl! To put it bluntly, the only ones that know Haruhi is a girl are in this club!" Tamaki yelled.
"She's opted out of taking any gym classes." the twins added as they appeared behind him. "Attendance numbers are mixed up between boys and girls, so no one can tell."
Tamaki pulled out a large chest and stuck his head in it. "Daddy... Daddy... wants to see you the way you were back then!" he yelled with tears streaming down his face, holding a framed picture of Haruhi with long hair.
"Please don't go blowing up my photos without asking me!" She yelled back.
How did the pervert king even get that photo?
"The more I look at this, the more I marvel at it. How is it at that this, " one of the twins pointed at the image, "became that?" he pointed to a picture of Haruhi before they fixed her up.
WHERE ARE THEY GETTING THESE?
"The day before the entrance ceremonies, she had some gum stuck in her hair from one of the children in our neighborhood. She claimed it was such a pain to get it out, so she had me cut it off." I explained.
"Ore {Ore=I in this example} didn't really care if I looked like a girl." she finished, scratching her hair.
"Girl's should not be referring to themselves as 'Ore'!" Tamaki yelled out. "Mommy! Haruhi is using dirty words!"
"Who is 'Mommy'?" one of the twins asked Kyoya.
"From the club position standpoint, I guess I am." Kyoya-kun said in a plain voice.
I grinned at this. "Mommy! Daddy is being mean to Imouto!" I 'whined' to him as Tamaki cried into a handkerchief.
He replied by glaring at me.
"Well after all, I can pay back more of my debt before I graduate by being a designated host, than I can as an errand boy." Haruhi reasoned to the sobbing blonde.
"By the way, do you two have any experience in social dancing? It's essential for the party." Kyoya said.
"No, but the party has nothing to do with us, right?" Haruhi asked. "We're not all that interested in going to events, so if we could be excused..."
"Actually, I do know to dance." A memory of the horrible classes dad forced me into came to mind. "And I actually would like to get out of the house a bit more." I smiled apologetically at Haruhi.
Tamaki had a gleam in his eyes. "No, social dances are a common practice for a gentleman. If you plan on walking the path of being hosts that badly, then you have to show us how far you're willing to go, Haruhi-kun, Mikato-kun. If you cannot master the waltz in one week, and demonstrate it to us at next week's party, then I will expose the fact that you are a girl and bust you both back down to errand boys." He directed half his speech to Haruhi as she shivered nervously.
~~~~~ Gods dam it L, stop it! ~~~~~
I skipped club activities the next day, though I wasn't really needed as it was closed so Haruhi-chan could practice.
I was currently at the okama bar dad and I worked at. Let me explain, I myself wasn't gay, but bisexual. Dad on the other hand was homosexual after declaring he would never love another woman because of mom. I worked as a bartender to help dad get money, and it wasn't that bad. Though it was disturbing sometimes, I was happy to work here.
Right now, I was serving female with long black hair and brown eyes who wore bright green eyeshadow and red lipstick. She had on a tight shirt with a small jacket and knee length skirt. I slid her drink over to her and smiled as she nodded and went back to talking to the brown-haired girl next to her.
Most the regulars knew me, as I had been working here since last year and was 'Ranka's' son. They treated me nicely for the most part. Dad stood next to me while he cleaned a glass.
"So Mikato, tell me about the club you and Haruhi joined a week ago." He asked and filled the glass with sake.
Dad as wearing his usual work clothes which were a light purple shirt, a dark purple long skirt and a white jacket. He had his maroon hair wavy and his makeup on. I, on the other hand, wore my white sneakers, blue skinny jeans, and white shirt and black bowtie with the white apron tied around my waist. Father had basically forced me to dress up a bit today, so I had to wear to small bowtie.
"Well, Its ok. The other hosts are nice, and Tamaki Suou seems to be almost as protective of our little Haruhi as we are." I leaned on the bar table and sighed. "There's a dance party going on too. Haruhi has to learn to waltz by then, so you'll get to dance with her now." I smiled at him.
"Oh! Does that mean my baby will finally wear a dress?" Dad grinned and hugged me. "This is amazing! Oh, it should be pink and frilly!" he continued.
"She can't. The whole school believes her to be a boy and the only ones that know she isn't are in the club. She has to wear a male outfit, but if she does end up wearing one for any reason, i'll take a picture for you." I promised.
A guy with blonde hair that went down to his shoulders sat in the stool in front of us. He winked at me, "Can I have some Happoshu, please?" I nodded and grabbed a glass from the shelf, wiped it with my cloth, and poured the light alcoholic drink in it. I set the cup in front of him and smiled, "Here ya go."
"So, what's your name? I'm Jinnai Tsubasa." He introduced himself and smiled back.
"Fujioka Mikato, nice to meet you, Tsubasa-kun." I replied.
"Ranka! Come over here will ya!" Someone called at the end of the bar and dad sighed, patted my head, and walked off.
That's how my day went basically, meeting a couple new people and talking to the regulars.
When we got home, Haruhi filled me in that Kanako had helped her with the waltz and that she was engaged to Suzushima Tohru and of how he was leaving for England later.
Well she had an eventful day huh?
~~~~~ Wibbley Wobbley Timey Whimey Stuff ~~~~~
"My little lambs, who have gathered here tonight, Ouran Host Club bids you a fond welcome... to this dance party." Tamaki bowed as a spotlight hit him.
An orchestra started playing and all the girls clapped.
"We invite you to enjoy yourselves to your heart's content as you dance with the Host Club members. In addition, the guest who is recognized as the best dancer, and is chosen as tonight's queen will receive an impassioned kiss on the cheek from the king." Kyoya explained to the large crowd.
"Good luck to you, baby." Tamaki winked and stretched out a hand to the crowd who in turn squealed and some even fainted.
"Haruhi, Mikato, your enthusiasms are low." the twins said, appearing behind us.
"We're not used to this sort of thing." Haruhi muttered. "The only dance party we've ever been to is the bon-odori festival at the neighborhood park." she sulked.
"We probably can't call that a dance party." I said to her. "We're here now, and we can't change that."
"Correct, so why don't you at least try the cuisine?" Kyoya walked towards us followed by Mori-senpai carrying Honey on his shoulders. "There's a real spread."
"A spread?" Haruhi asked, looking intrigued. "L-like with fancy tuna?" she blushed.
The rich bastards froze, even Kyoya broke the pen he was writing with. "Tuna?!" they chorused.
Tamaki swiftly jumped from the balcony part above us instead of using the stairs. "get some fancy tuna here, stat! Add some deluxe sushi!" He ordered Kyoya who was already on the phone. Why didn't he break a leg jumping of that height?
"You poor thing... You poor thing..." The twins hugged the life out of imouto who was red as a cherry.
Honey looked at me, "Kato-chan, do you like fancy tuna too?" I simply shrugged in response as a small blush formed.
Tamaki hugged me and rubbed his cheek against my head, "My poor children! Mommy! Hurry!"
Damn rich people.
After this, I stood by a column with Haruhi as I had finished dancing with Emi.
"Haruhi-kun, I've been looking for you. You'll dance with me, won't you?" Kanako asked him. Seems the Host hopping disease is real.
"Of course." Haruhi said and extended her arm for her to take.
I walked to the refreshments table and stood, watching everyone. I saw two figures blur by and grab Haruhi away from Kanako and fly off. It looks like their plan is already in action.
I walked to Tamaki who was smirking. After a bit we walked into the room where the others should be getting Haruhi ready. Tamaki burst open the door. "Hey! What's the big idea, having everyone in here? Who's looking after the guests-" He stopped talking after he saw Haruhi, in a pink dress, long hair, and makeup.
I quickly took a photo, as promised to dad and walked behind her.
" what do you think, sir?" the twins asked.
"Haru-chan, you look cute!" Honey complimented.
"My face feels heavy, and it's hard to walk in these shoes." she grumbled.
That's my Haruhi-chan!
"Good luck in there!" Hikaru and Kaoru yelled after her as she walked out of the room.
"S-s-she's just too cute..." Tamaki sulked.
"She is. Always has been" I informed proudly. "Who wrote the letter Suzushima got anyways?" I asked after Tamaki walked to find Kanako.
"Hikaru, Kaoru, and Kyoya!" Honey smiled as I sweat dropped. What exactly did they write?
We headed towards a balcony with Tamaki at the lead. "And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, this enjoyable evening of ours has at last come to its final song. The Host Club's last waltz falls upon this couple." He gestured to Kanako and Tohru as all the windows opened and the guests looked out at them. Sakura blossoms flying in the wind.
"Princess Kasuga," Suzushima bowed with his hand out. "may I have this dance?"
Kasugazaki put her hand in his slowly, "Yes."
They danced in front of the whole party happily blushing.
"I love you." confessed Suzushima "I've always loved you. I'm proposing to you once again."
Kasugazaki blushed and smiled.
"May this awkward couple be blessed!" Tamaki spread his arms while Haruhi seemed bored.
"Tonight's dance queen... " the twins started. "is hereby declared to be Princess Kasugazaki Kanako." They both held bananas. Why are they holding those bananas peels?
The crowd clapped politely as well as I.
"Now then, the blessed kiss from the king... " the twins continued.
"I'm in." Tamaki posed. Haruhi looked at him annoyed.
"Has been switched to Fujioka Haruhi!" Hikaru and Kaoru finished, shrugging innocently as Tamaki, Haruhi, and I all froze, mouths wide. "After all, Kyoya-senpai said that having an 'accident' happen right at the end would be more thrilling."
I glared at Kyoya. When was this decided?!
"We'll cut your debt by a third." Kyoya stated, writing in his death note- I mean note book.
"Well, as long as it's just a peck on the cheek..." Haruhi grumbled.
I patted her head and she walked down the steps towards the engaged couple.
"Say, by any chance, could this be Haru-chan's first kiss?" Honey asked and looked at me.
Both Tamaki and I froze again. "What?" Tamaki yelled out.
Haruhi leaned in to kiss Kanako's cheek when the Host King ran to them, "Hold that kiss!" he idiotically slipped on one of the twins' peels and crashed forwards, pushing Haruhi forward. Kanako turned to look at Tamaki when Haruhi and her kissed. I ran over and started chasing Tamaki, waving my arms. "Come back here you bastard! How could you!"
All the girls squealed and had tears streaming down their faces as the girls jumped away from each other. The Host Club members on the balcony all smiled at the night's ending.
"Stop crying and let me kill you, you idiot!" I continued yelling at Tamaki as he had tears streaming down his face. "I didn't mean too! I tripped!" He tried to save himself. "Don't care! You gave away his first kiss you moron!" I was careful to not use her as the guests were listening.
Oh, dear Mother, If you're watching us, please help. I don't know how long I'll survive with these idiots.