Onto chapter 5!
A/N: sorry i forgot to translate in the last chapter what "Je suis désolé" means so I hope it's ok that i do it here.
Je suis désolé = I'm sorry
A luncheon was to be hosted after school in the music room. Kyouya had Haruhi, Honey, Mori, and the twins arrive to the club room half an hour early to prepare for it. While he was supervising the other hosts, Kyouya was looking intensely through the papers in his clipboard.
"Hey, Kyouya-sempai! Why isn't Tono working on this too?" Karou grunted as he and Hikaru arrange the couch closer to the piano.
"He has an English test he's making up at the moment."
"So what's the special occasion?" Haruhi asked, bringing out an expensive set of gold rimmed tea cups.
"I thought the host club could use a break from the usual dressing up."
"The Shadow King is rewarding us for our hard work?" Hikaru asked with a sarcastic look of shock on his face, "Haruhi, what did you put in his tea?"
"Oh, would you rather I order those gaudish, frilly, poufy-sleeved Shakespeare costumes Tamaki wanted us to cosplay?"
"Ah no! Lunch is good!"
Kyouya checked his watch. "You guys better head back to class, I'll go check the food preparations."
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Leaving her last class, Haruhi searched for Tamaki. She saw that his behavior was even stranger than before, to the point some of the other students were starting to notice something was off. His smile always appeared forced and hardly spoke to anybody. Kyouya had mentioned to her how Tamaki had gotten sick again over the weekend, but she knew there had to be more to it than that.
She almost passed a dimly lit classroom before finding Tamaki sitting at one of the desks. He was lost in thought. Whatever he was thinking about left a distant look of depression on his face. He suddenly shook himself out of that state and realized her presence.
"Haruhi!" Tamaki greeted, smiling a bit awkwardly.
She swallowed her worry and wore her host smile. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah, let's go," He said getting up, walking ahead of Haruhi. She sighed, recalling when Tamaki would jump up and grab her by the hand, leading her to the club room as they ran. Will things ever go back to the way they were before?
She looked up at the blonde male, noting the stiffness in his posture, the tired, dazed eyes that screamed for sleep. Tamaki, what are you going through?
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"Kyouya-sempai?!" Renge called out, her loud voice echoing in the empty music room.
The eccentric first-year skipped inside, hoping to find the handsome vice president.
"Come out, Kyouya-sempai! I have some suggestions for improving the moe in the host club! I'm thinking- huh?" She found Kyouya's clipboard on one of the tables. Being such the nosy fan girl she is, Renge looked through the papers and came across a file.
"Oh...my...gosh...THIS IS PERFECT!"
A short chapter I know but the next one finally tells all!