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The Host Club Experiences New Travels!

Haruhi blinked her eyes sleepily, roused by a metallic clang that followed after a harsh (and quite explicit) swear. After sitting up in bed, Haruhi noticed Shun's futon was empty. What time is it? One look at the electronic clock on the floor told her it was 9:30. You've got to be kidding me. With begrudging slowness, Haruhi swung her legs out of bed and stood up, covering her mouth as she yawned. Quietly closing the door behind her, Haruhi made her way into the kitchen, where Shun was nursing a bruised foot.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Haruhi murmured tiredly, switching on the stove and placing a kettle on top of it.

"Omelette rice, please," Shun mumbled, rubbing the top of her foot gently.

As Haruhi heated the leftover rice from the day before, Shun scooted into the living room, dragging her duffel bag behind her. Rifling through it, she made a mental note of everything that she needed to bring. Wallet, train card, flowers... Turning around, she nodded in affirmation at the hydrangea bouquet next to her, carefully wrapped inside a plastic grocery bag.

Haruhi walked into the living room, carrying a full plate in each hand. After setting them on the table, she plopped down on the opposite side of Shun. Before Haruhi even took her first bite, Shun had already wolfed down the meal and darted into the bedroom.

"Shun, what's the rush?" Haruhi called.

Shun popped her head out from behind the door. "The earliest train that'll take us to Shinjuku Station leaves in an hour!"

"But why do you want to leave so soon?"

Shun, now fully dressed, kneeled in front of Haruhi and placed her hands on her shoulders with a serious expression. "Hikaru left his phone here last night, which means that he'll want to come back and get it."

Haruhi's confused expression soon morphed into an appalled one. "That means..."

Shun nodded her head fervently. "The host club is going to come with him!"

Immediately understanding the situation, Haruhi hurried into the bathroom to get dressed while Shun collected the dirty plates and haphazardly threw them into the sink. A minute later, Haruhi returned, both her and Shun's coats draped over one arm. As Haruhi tugged her button-down sweater on, Shun scribbled down a quick note for Ranka, snatched Haruhi by the elbow, yanked open the door, and slammed it behind her—well, almost, but she caught herself in the nick of time and silently pulled the door closed.

30 minutes later...

Hikaru and Kaoru stood outside the Fujioka residence and rang the doorbell. Slowly, the door creaked open, revealing a tired Ranka behind it. His makeup was half on, as he was in the midst of getting ready to leave for work.

"What are you two doing here?" Ranka inquired curiously.

"I left my phone here by accident yesterday," Hikaru said.

"Are Shun and Haruhi there?" Kaoru asked.

Ranka smiled politely as he shook his head. "I'm sorry, they're not home today. They ran off to the train station a little while ago."

"Where are they going?" the twins questioned simultaneously.

"Oh, to visit Shun's parents," Ranka answered with a wave of his hand.

"Ah, we see," they said. "We're sorry for bothering you. We'll be on our way!"

Ranka chuckled. "There's no need to apologize, boys. Well, I hope to see you soon!"

After the door shut, Kaoru whipped his phone out of his pocket. "Did you get all that, boss? Haruhi and Shun are at the train station!"

"Good work, men!" Tamaki praised from inside the group call. "Kyouya, when does their train leave?"

"We've got about 30 minutes," Kyouya replied calmly. "However, I still don't understand why we need to visit them again—we just saw them yesterday."

Tamaki ignored Kyouya's complaint. "Alright, everyone—we all need to gather at the train station in fifteen minutes! This way, we'll have extra time to navigate the intricate mazes of a commoner's subway!"

"Right!"

At the train station...

Shun sighed with content as she plopped down onto a bench. Despite how noisy and crowded the subway was, she couldn't think of anything more peaceful. Haruhi sat beside Shun with much more grace, pulling out a paperback book from her bag.

Shun could feel her eyelids beginning to grow heavy, as she had woken up far too early in the morning. I'll just take a quick nap...

Only a second after she drifted off, Shun's eyes darted open at the sound of familiar voices.

"So this is what a commoner's subway looks like?"

"Wow, I've never seen something so small and crowded before!"

Tamaki suddenly stopped and held out his arm in front of the other hosts. "Now, all we need to do is find Haruhi and Shun!"

Kyouya's glasses shimmered. "It looks like your work is done for you." He gestured at the figure that stood in front of the group.

Immediately, Tamaki and the twins leapt forward happily. "Shun!"

"What are you idiots doing here..." Shun ground out darkly, her fists shaking as she struggled to keep her composure.

The hosts flinched back at her tone. "W-Well, we just wanted to see you..." Tamaki stuttered.

"She's so scary!" the twins whispered, shivering slightly.

"Is she angry at us?" Honey's voice trembled with fear.

Slowly, Shun marched over to Tamaki, backing him and the rest of the host club into a corner. (Somewhere in the background, Haruhi sighed.) "Listen to me. I do not have the patience to deal with you today. Leave right now, or else I'm going to lose it!"

A collective shudder ran through the hosts, completely freezing them in their spots. Luckily, before Shun could kill anybody with her glare, Mori stepped forward calmly.

"We've already bought our tickets," he said.

After a terrifyingly long pause, Shun sucked in a large breath and exhaled. "Fine, you can come along, but just," she sighed, "don't bother me."

"Thank you, Shun!" Tamaki and the twins chirped, joyful tears running down their faces. Shun brushed them off dismissively as she made her way back to Haruhi, who collected their bags and stood up.

"Come on, guys, the train's leaving soon!" Haruhi called, waving the hosts over to an open door.

After many accidental touches and awkward apologies, the group eventually managed to squeeze into an open corner of the train, but not without having to cram closely together. Haruhi was able to snag a seat before anyone else could get to it. Kyouya sat next to her, and despite looking like the most calm out of everyone, he was the most disgruntled. Tamaki and Kaoru were standing, holding onto the handles above their heads. Tamaki was attempting to cover up his embarrassment at being so close to Haruhi while Kaoru teased him mercilessly. Mori was also standing, acting as an anchor for Honey to cling to like a koala. Meanwhile, Hikaru and Shun were trapped in the corner. Shun was close enough to Hikaru that if she were to lean forward only a centimeter, her nose would bump against his chest. Hikaru's face burned just from thinking about it. To make it worse, she looked especially cute today, what with her black, high-waisted shorts and how she was practically dwarfed in her denim letterman jacket. So, to put it simply, everyone except for Haruhi was unhappy about their arrangements.

Hikaru, in an attempt to distract himself, inspected his surroundings. A couple of posters were plastered on the windows of the subway, organized to look neat despite their outlandish colors. As he skimmed over an advertisement for mobile phones, Hikaru caught a shuffling movement out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head, he noticed a student who looked to be about 19 edging his way closer to Shun. Eventually, the kid moved forward enough so that he stood right behind her. Hikaru felt his stomach churn at the lecherous grin he was wearing—he was practically stripping her down with his eyes. Slowly, the kid's hand inched forward, sneaking closer and closer to Shun's thigh.

"Yotsuya Station! Yotsuya Station!"

As people began filtering out of the open doors, Hikaru took the opportunity to maneuver himself in front of Shun, shielding her from the pervert's greedy gaze. Quickly, Hikaru shot a glare at the lowlife, who quivered beneath his scathing expression. After the creep had disappeared, Hikaru turned back to face Shun, who was shivering ever so slightly.

Slowly, Shun leaned her head forward so that it rested against Hikaru's chest. "Thanks, Hikaru," she whispered.

Cheeks pinking slightly, Hikaru sighed and placed his hand on top of Shun's head. "Don't mention it," he mumbled.

20 minutes later...

"Shinjuku Station! Shinjuku Station!"

After the host club had bumped and shoved their way through the train's doors, Tamaki pointed his finger at the ceiling. (Almost everyone nearby glanced at the group with bewildered gazes, much to the embarrassment of Shun and Haruhi.) "Alright, men! Now that we've braved the harsh conditions of a commoner's subway, we must combine our efforts in order to navigate our way out of this train station!"

Honey pointed at a nearby sign. "Hey, look—I found the stairs!"

Dejected, Tamaki dragged behind the rest of the hosts, following Honey as he directed them to the exit. After scaling the final set of stairs, the group found themselves facing a busy road.

"Now what?" the twins asked.

Shun shuffled through her duffel bag, pulling out a crumpled map. "Well, there should be a bus coming around over there—"

"To the bus station!" Tamaki ordered as he militarily marched in the direction that Shun pointed. Haruhi and Shun followed behind, their faces blank as they watched the host club nearly charge into oncoming traffic.

"Do you really think it was a good idea to bring these guys?" Haruhi muttered.

At her question, Shun's mind immediately returned to the incident during the train ride. What would have happened if Hikaru wasn't there? I mean, I might've been able to protect myself, but still... She shook her head to dismiss the thought and sighed. "Well, there's nothing we can do about it now."

Ten minutes later...

Luckily, the bus wasn't as crowded as Shun expected. As soon as they had all settled themselves in their seats, about half of the host club fell asleep. Honey was taking his mid-morning nap while Mori snoozed next to him. Haruhi, in the process of nodding off, rested on Tamaki's shoulder, and he prayed in gratitude to every deity that existed. Shun had conked out as soon as she sat down, completely drained despite it only being around 11:00.

As the bus jostled at a road bump, Shun's head fell against Hikaru's shoulder. Hikaru was slightly irked by the discomfort, but it wasn't like he could do anything without waking her up. With a defeated sigh, Hikaru leaned back and closed his eyes for a quick nap.

By the time the bus had reached its destination, Hikaru and Shun were nestled against each other comfortably, with Hikaru's cheek pressed against the top of Shun's head while she curled into his side. However, since the bus' abrupt stop was nothing close to quiet, it woke both of them up.

Blinking her eyes sleepily, Shun attempted to sit up straight, but she was weighted down by something. As she slowly began to realize what it was, her face burned fiercely. Standing up suddenly, her head knocked against Hikaru's chin, causing him to snap awake immediately.

"Ow... why'd you have to stand up so quickly?" he griped, rubbing his sore chin as he stood.

"If we waited any longer, we would have missed our stop," Shun grumbled, following the rest of the host club as they exited.

The other hosts observed their surroundings after leaving the bus. They seemed to be in a more rural area, as there were many trees that lined the road.

"So, where do we go now?" Tamaki asked, swiveling around to face Shun and Haruhi.

"Just follow us, okay?" Shun said as she began to walk, the hosts trailing behind like ducklings. We must look so strange, Shun thought to herself.

Eventually, the group stopped at a medium-sized house that looked to be a mix between modern and traditional. The worn, wooden door produced a sharp sound when Shun knocked on it.

After a minute or two, she could hear heavy steps approaching. As the door opened slowly, the other hosts were shocked at what they saw.

Standing in the open doorway was the scariest man they had ever seen. He didn't have the appearance of a demon, nor was he wielding a weapon—it was just his physique. He must have been at least six feet tall, which was already intimidating enough—not to mention his sturdy stature, accompanied by a gaze that could cut metal. The man's eyes softened at the sight of Shun and Haruhi, but they soon narrowed just as quickly. Walking forward slowly, he glared down at the terrified hosts.

"Who the hell are you?"

Sorry if this chapter seemed a little OOC. I'm trying my hardest to improve!