Quick A/N: Sorry this took so long, minna-san! Some of the characters in this chapter were unfamiliar to me, so it was tricky to write. I'll include a dedication in the chapter where the Hosts have their yaoi cosplay day to anyone who can guess the three yaoi pairings Renge has the Hosts portraying in this chapter! Hint: They're all fairly popular yaoi pairings, and I included some big hints throughout the chapter to help you out. Good luck, minna-san!

"Good afternoon, ladies," the Hitachiin twins said in unison as their first customers sat down across from them. It was Friday, which meant the whole school was anxious to get on with the weekend. But that was no excuse for the Hosts to not take their job seriously.

"Good afternoon!" There were two girls here this time, each a slightly different shade of brunette. The twins shared a glance. These two are new to the Host Club… So let's give them a reason to come back.

"So, you're both new, right?" Hikaru asked, pouring tea for the group. The girls nodded shyly.

Grinning slyly, the twins whipped out green caps and shouted cheerfully, "Then let's play the 'Which One is Hikaru?' game!"

"Um, the one on the left is Hikaru, and Kaoru is on the right?" The girls guessed after staring at the twins helplessly for a minute or two. "Uh oh, you got it wrong!" Hikaru said. Their customers appeared visibly upset by this.

"Hey, don't worry. Almost no one can actually tell us apart," Kaoru explained. Hikaru smiled. It's always the same with us, isn't it? Other than Haruhi, we're the only ones who can tell each other apart.

An hour flew by, taking more groups of customers with it. "The Host Club will be waiting!" The Hosts reminded the girls in unison as the doors of Music Room #3 closed for the afternoon. No sooner had the boys relaxed from putting on their show than a powerful motor caused the floor of the salon to quiver subtly.

"I hear you boys are putting on a yaoi cosplay day next week!" Renge cheered as she appeared through the floorboards.

"Gaaah!" Every host covered their eyes and shouted with pain. Renge had apparently worn every piece of yaoi merchandise she owned. Shirts, jackets, necklaces, hair bows, even her shoelaces… Their female manager looked like a walking advertisement for every yaoi show/ship in existence.

When they had recovered from their scare, Kyoya said, "Yes, that's right."

"Well, obviously, a yaoi cosplay day would be a huge draw for the club, and if you performed well enough, you could gain a lot of customers. Am I right, Kyoya-sama?" Renge asked, twirling a strand of hair around her fingers.

"My calculations show that this event could increase our customer numbers by 150%," Kyoya stated, quickly checking his math in his notebook. The other hosts exchanged a look of surprise.

"So, it's very important that you boys do a good job! That's why I'm going to help you! After all, who better to teach you than an expert?" Renge laughed, clearly thinking her logic was easy to understand. Wouldn't it be easier to have a gay guy teach us? Hikaru wondered.

"Everyone pair up!" Renge ordered. Tamaki grabbed Haruhi's arm and pulled her closer to him, indicating that the two of them would be a team. Honey, who was sitting on Mori's shoulders, stayed where he was. Hikaru and Kaoru were already standing right next to each other. Kyoya was the only one left. He analyzed the situation quickly, then walked away and sat down at his computer. His expression was unreadable.

"Kyo-sama, aren't you going to participate?" Honey asked innocently.

"I will not be participating in either the training session or the cosplay event. Someone's got to run the show." Kyoya gave a small smile, then became engrossed with something on his computer.

Renge smiled at the remaining hosts. "Great! So, if we're going to practice this correctly, you'll need to know a little bit about your roles for next week. I've taken the liberty of setting up characters and costumes for you all."

"Hey! I had everything all planned out!" Tamaki protested crossly.

"I find it hard to believe that you actually planned something. Anyway, there are different kinds of relationships that bring about the yaoi relationship, so each of you will portray a different one of those. Tamaki and Haruhi, you two will be long-time friends and partners who would give anything for one another, but have just begun to see that you see one another as more than just fellow soldiers," Renge declared. Tamaki and Haruhi looked at each other. It actually sounds a little bit like their real relationship with each other… Kaoru's eyes widened as he came to this realization.

"Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai, you two will portray a master-servant relationship. Mori-senpai is the dark, loyal servant who is sworn to protect his master. Honey-senpai, you'll be the young master with a haunting past who uses his servant to fight evil." Renge smiled and clasped her hands together. Again, pretty close to their real relationship, Kaoru thought. I wonder who Hikaru and I will have to portray…

The Hitachiins swallowed nervously as Renge turned her almost-manic grin toward them. "And, portraying one of my absolute favorite pairings ever, Hikaru and Kaoru will portray two brothers who have sometimes been at odds with one another but ultimately find themselves pulled together by circumstance."

"I don't see how this is any different than our normal act," Hikaru noted.

"Ah! You see, this time Hikaru will play the calm, calculated, well-mannered (Renge put extra emphasis on the well-mannered part) older brother. Kaoru will be the playful, hyper, talkative younger brother whom Hikaru is always trying to control," Renge explained. Oh, so we keep our age relationship and just switch personalities. Kind of.

"Oh, and Hikaru, I need you to do a British accent," Renge added. "So, now that we all have our roles, let's practice! Tamaki and Haruhi, you'll go first!"

Boyfriend and girlfriend moved to an open space in the middle of Music Room #3. The other hosts sat down on two couches, watching their friends. When everyone was ready, Renge spoke up again. "Okay, so here's your scenario: You've been surrounded by a gang of evildoers, and have an intimate moment as you prepare for battle. Go!"

For a moment, Haruhi and Tamaki were silent, thinking. They then found themselves back-to-back, hands up in defensive stances. "Haruhi! We're surrounded!" Tamaki shouted.

Haruhi bit back the urge to snap, Duh. Instead, she replied, "This doesn't look good, Tamaki."

"Haruhi, if we don't make it…" Tamaki trailed off. Renge was frowning slightly off to the side.

"Baka! Of course we're going to-" Haruhi started to say, before being cut off by Renge, who wailed, "Stop! You're completely out of character! Tamaki, you need to be a bit more childish, and Haruhi, you're the strong tsundere. Start again!"

The two shifted nervously, and tried again.

"This is it, Haruhi." Tamaki sighed.

"This isn't the end, Tamaki," Haruhi reassured her friend.

"You're right. We can do this!" Tamaki grinned, throwing a fist in the air. Suddenly, Haruhi leaped around in front of him and mimed being hit by something, collapsing against Tamaki, who caught her flawlessly.

"Haruhi! No!" Tamaki shouted, his face going pale as he stared at Haruhi.

The brunette smiled grimly up at her boyfriend. "You should've paid better attention, baka."

Tamaki looked to be on the verge of panic. "I didn't ask for you to save me! What was that for?"

"Defeat them," was all Haruhi could get out before Renge ended their act with a satisfied (read: ear-shattering) scream. The lady manager was dabbing at her nose with a cloth and waved the two off without a word. Tamaki scooped Haruhi up bridal style. Honey and Mori stood up, deciding to go next. The Host Club King and his girlfriend took their seat.

Renge eyed Honey and Mori. The other five hosts could see the gears turning in her brain as she devised a scenario for her next pair of prodigies. "I've got it!"

"Honey-senpai, you've been kidnapped, and Mori-senpai, Honey-senpai will call for you to come save him. Go!" Renge was bouncing around and clasping her hands to her chest. She's really into this stuff, huh? Hikaru thought. Well, I suppose it is kind of nice to see her enjoying herself, even if it is at our expense.

Honey and Mori now took center stage. They seemed immediately more at home with this than Tamaki and Haruhi had been. Honey kneeled down and slumped a little bit. Mori had disappeared, blending into the shadows. For the first time all afternoon, Renge was standing stock still with anticipation. "Mori, come and get me," Honey ordered, his tone uncharacteristically cold.

The lights of Music Room #3 went out temporarily, leaving the five hosts in a state of mild shock. When they came back on, a number of chairs had been tipped over around the room. Mori stood behind Honey like some kind of haunted shadow. Then he picked up the younger boy.

"You could've called sooner, Young Master," Mori noticed. Honey rolled his eyes. The other hosts could see how much effort it was taking Honey to keep scowling. The boy was literally shaking with the effort of holding back a smile.

"Good!" Renge cried, noticing Honey's predicament. As soon as the word had left the lady manager's lips, Honey threw his arms around Mori, apologizing vigorously. He then sprinted away to find some cake. Renge had sat down in, well, it wasn't quite an emo corner. Perhaps a "fangirl" corner would describe her situation better. They're so perfect for those roles! The lady manager thought between barely suppressed screams of moe.

Renge turned to Hikaru and Kaoru, her eyes glowing maliciously with excitement. "Now, I saved the best for last. You boys shouldn't need much practice, but I still expect a good show. Remember your accent, Hikaru."

The Hitachiins shared a nervous glance, then stood up and moved to their makeshift stage. I wonder why Hikaru needs a British accent, Kaoru wondered. So, Kaoru gets to play the boisterous younger brother, and I'm the controlling one… This actually isn't bad. I think I might like this, Hikaru thought, nervously running his tongue over his lips.

"Now, you boys are stuck on a deserted island together. Kaoru, you have a jacket, and it's really cold. Go!" Renge shouted. Hikaru and Kaoru turned to face each other.

Kaoru swallowed, then ran in a circle, shouting, "Wow! Look, there's so much sand here! And the ocean is so pretty!"

Hikaru shivered, and painted a cross expression onto his face. "Yeah. It also happens to be freezing cold."

Kaoru hesitated in his acting for a moment. Holy crap, I didn't know Hikaru could do such a good British accent! Damn, that was… That was something else. He'd almost called Hikaru's accent sexy. The younger Hitachiin continued his act of running in circles and marveling at the beautiful geography.

"Kaoru, we need to build a fire to get warm. If you've got that much energy, go chop some firewood for us," Hikaru demanded, another massive shiver traveling along his lean frame.

"Just wear your jacket, Hika!" Kaoru laughed, still sounding completely carefree.

Hikaru frowned. "You're the only one here with a jacket!"

"Oh." Kaoru seemed to calm down, and sat down criss-cross-applesauce in front of his big brother. "I'm sorry. Are you really cold?" Hikaru didn't answer. He just turned away with a small sigh of annoyance.

How can I get him to warm up, how can I get him to warm up, how can I… Oh! We can share my jacket! "Hika?" Kaoru called softly, standing up and shrugging off the jacket of his uniform. Before the older twin could protest, Kaoru settled the jacket over both of their shoulders, and pulled his brother into a sitting position.

"I thought you weren't going to do anything," Hikaru said. He exhaled, a warm breath fanning across Kaoru. The two were face to face. Off to the side, Renge had wrapped her arms around herself and was watching with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.

"You always steal my jacket anyway," Kaoru laughed, a grin lighting up his face. In that moment, the younger twin looked so childish and innocent, that Hikaru couldn't help but realize he rarely saw his brother having so much fun. Kaoru's always doing something to help me. I… I feel bad. I like seeing this side of him. I want to see it more often.

"Gaaaah! That was amazing! I swear, you guys knew those characters! I'm in heaven!" Renge yelled. The windows shook with the volume of her scream. Hikaru winced and shifted his body to shield Kaoru.

"That was pretty amazing, you guys!" Haruhi smiled, running over to her friends. The Hitachiins stood up off the floor. Neither of them noticed that Hikaru still had Kaoru's uniform jacket thrown casually over one shoulder.

"Thanks!" The twins said together. Renge was back in her fangirl corner, screaming and flailing about like a beached fish. Gradually, the Host Club began to pack up their belongings for the afternoon, assuming they were done since their lady manager appeared no longer capable of functioning properly.

Hikaru eventually glanced over at Kaoru and noticed his twin was still missing his jacket. Before he could check himself, the elder Hitachiin found his eyes tracing the curves and angles of his baby brother's torso, observing the image before him as if it were a beautiful painting he'd never looked at long enough to appreciate the intimate details included by the artist. What the hell, am I checking Kaoru out?

When the younger boy realized his twin had fallen unusually silent, he shifted his gaze over to Hikaru. The older Hitachiin promptly tossed Kaoru's jacket at him, turning his head away so that he could no longer be tempted. He seems flustered all of a sudden, Kaoru chuckled to himself, slipping back into his jacket.

What's going on? Hikaru raked his mind desperately for clues to his feelings, combing through his ginger locks with one hand. Kaoru's my brother, my twin. I shouldn't be checking him out. But then, why does it come so easily?