Disclaimer: For the Last time, I don't own Ouran High School Host Club.
Well, I'm sorry it took so long but things came up. I've finally got the epilogue thing about the host club G-2 (generation 2). Enjoy and it was fun while it lasted.
"For the last time! The doctor says that my baby is a girl!" A rather ruffled fair-haired woman snapped at her companion. The dark haired woman simply put her hands behind her head. Nothing was going to change her mind. She was going to have a nephew.
"Well then, Yukiko, how about we make a bet? If it's a boy, you'll name him what I tell you to name him." Yukiko Hitachiin glared at her sister-in-law, Kano Rose Hitachiin, a private detective with a knack for solving the hard to crack cases armed only with her instinct and her past. Yukiko's eyes narrowed as she nodded. She had the best doctors in the country. There was no way that they could be wrong.
"Why don't you name your own kid what you want to name mine?" Kano grinned.
"Simple. I'm only going to have one kid and his name's already decided." Yukiko shook her head sadly.
"Commoners." Kano sighed tiredly.
"Spoiled princesses."
A dark-haired boy stepped out of the police car and looked around with his brown analyzing eyes. Since his mother hadn't been at the police station, she must be at home. He nodded at the police officer who had driven him home. Romiro Hitachiin was the son of Kano Rose and he never forgot it. He took pride in the fact that his mother was nationally renowned as the best detective in the country. Not to mention that when she teamed up with Haruhi Suoh, their opposition didn't stand a chance. With Mrs. Suoh taking on the bad guys in court and his mother bringing them down in the street, it was no wonder that the crime rate had fallen to an all-time low.
Not much had changed on the Hitachiin estate except that there were more flowers along the pathway. His aunt had insisted that only the most beautiful and most expensive flowers be planted on the estate. Of course there were little pockets of rebellion throughout the estate as well. Romiro's mother often blew dandelion seeds onto the lawn and planted weeds among the flowers. In a way, the dandelions were beautiful themselves.
"Romiro!" A boy that looked like Hikaru waved at him from behind some bushes. Romiro joined his cousin behind them.
"Hey, Kanoru. Why're we hiding here?" Kanoru Hitachiin shook his head sadly.
"They're fighting again. Mom decided to try to clean up Aunt Kano's office." Romiro sighed. Yukiko and Kano had at least a battle a day. He never really understood why his cousin was named Kanoru, the mixed form of his parents' name. The only thing he ever got from his mother was a grin followed by a gloating rant directed at Yukiko.
"We'd better find our dads then." Kanoru nodded and got up. As the two boys neared the door of their mansion, a limo drove by them. Romiro made note of the passengers.
"Hey, it's Roimi and her parents." Sure enough the limo stopped in front of the mansion's door and a girl with short brown hair and purple eyes stepped out of the limo.
Roimi Suoh, daughter of Haruhi and Tamaki Suoh and Romiro's friend since they were babies. She saw the two boys and waved, running over to them. Her mother and father got out shortly after her. The two adults nodded at Romiro. They had watched him grow up alongside their daughter.
"Romiro," Haruhi began. "How is your mother?" Before Romiro could answer a crash sounded from inside the mansion and a purple vase flew out the window into the courtyard. There was noise of the fight carrying through the window. It was two angry women's voices and two male voices trying to sooth them both.
"Currently she's in a fight with Aunt Yukiko. She must be mad. That vase was part of Yukiko's private collection." Romiro grinned as Haruhi smiled.
"I might as well go help your fathers stop them." Kanoru's face fell.
"Let Aunt Kano throw all of the vases out the window. That means there'll be more room in my room." Tamaki shook his head.
"We cannot allow anyone to get hurt. We must go!" Tamaki jumped into the limo again and jumped back out wearing a superhero costume (cape flowing and everything) . "Tama-chan to the rescue!" He dashed into the mansion. Shaking her head, Haruhi ran after her husband to prevent him from making matters worse. The three kids just watched them go.
"So…" Kanoru said, breaking the amused silence. "Who else is excited to be starting high school next year?" Romiro blinked at his cousin. Roimi grinned.
"I am. In fact I was wondering if we couldn't start up a family legacy." The two boys stared at her. "You know, the Ouran Host Club. We'll be Ouran Host Club G-2." Roimi pulled out a t-shirt. "See? I've even got us some t-shirts." The boys sweatdropped. Before they could say anything, another limo drove by. Romiro and his cousin sighed in relief, the limo had saved them from having to comment on the t-shirts.
The door on the limo burst open and the Ootori twins jumped out.
"What's up, Roimi?" They said in unison. Roimi rolled her eyes while Kanoru and Romiro grinned. It was always fun when the twins came over. Of course, they'd been influenced by the Hitachiin twins, but they had the analyzing skills that their father, Kyouya, was so well-known for. They appeared next to Roimi and draped an arm over each of her shoulders. They stared at the t-shirt Roimi was holding. "A host club huh? That would be interesting. There's hardly anything to do in school nowadays." The Ootori twins were already in the high school. They were first years soon to be second-years. Though one year older than the Hitachiin cousins and Roimi, they had always been a part of the group since the kids' parents constantly visited each other.
When Kyouya Ootori stepped out of the limo, he nodded to the children and walked on into the mansion. The sounds of the fight were already quieting. The twins resumed to annoying Roimi. "Well, we'll need more than four people. Roimi is our manager so we won't get a crazy manager who randomly does cosplay like our mom." Yes, Kyouya had married Renge. "The financial effects won't be a problem and Dad has always said that Uncle Tamaki never ran out of interesting ideas." The boys all looked at Roimi. She frowned.
"Oh no, just because I'm his daughter doesn't mean that I can be as crazy. I mean, our parents keep saying how much I'm more like my mom than my dad." Romiro snorted. Of course, everyone looked at him. He hardly ever made such a sound and when he did, he was the only one not getting told off by Roimi. It was smothered laughter that had caused him to make that sound.
"I suggest you look at what you're holding. T-shirts, I don't think hosts would wear such things." Roimi looked at the t-shirts in her hand. Tears began to well up in her eyes. Leave it to Romiro to hit on what she never wanted anyone else to say.
"Aw, Romiro." The twins hugged the girl between them. "You've made her cry." The boy ruffled his hair.
"She'll live." The twins looked at each other over Roimi's head.
"Bad boy type Romiro." They shrugged together as Roimi pushed the both of them away. She smiled at the boys.
"I've got it. Romiro's the bad boy type, Kanoru can be the shy type, the twins are the comforting type." She pointed as each of the guys. "But we'll need some more members."
"How about that Nekozawa kid?" Kanoru said helpfully. "He could be the light type since he's always got that shining air around him." The kids crowded around in a circle, plotting out how to get certain members to join.
"Maybe Uncle Hunny's kid'll join. He's perfect enough."
"What about me being perfect?" The twins, Roimi, Romiro, and Kanoru jumped at the sound. They turned toward the speaker. There stood a blond-haired person. His face looked like that of a god. Mizunichi Mitsukuni, or Mizu-sama as the group always called him. "There's nothing perfect about me. I'm absolutely horrible." The group rolled their eyes. He was always humble which was exactly what made him perfect apparently. Not to mention that his karate and kendo team ranked first in the nation with him as their first. Sometimes even Roimi blushed at what he said to her and it took a great deal for Roimi to blush. So somehow it is a small wonder that Mizu-sama had a large fanbase at Ouran, though there was perhaps an even larger one at Lobelia since he went there often to visit his younger cousin, Mina Takashi.
"Are you going to join?" Mizu-sama flushed. Nothing new with that either.
"Sure." Then Mizu-sama joined in on the plotting smoothing out the rougher ways to get a few more members.
"What are you all doing?" The second generation of the Host club turned to see their parents. Romiro looked at his mother and grinned. She only smiled gently and nodded back. He stepped forward and felt the rest of his friends behind him. With great elegance (he had learned from Tamaki after all), he bowed at the adults.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the new Ouran High School Host Club. With new members and new types for your enjoyment." Kano stepped forward, grinning like she used to, back when she was the poetic type of the Host club.
"Your performance sucks." Romiro and his friends looked up at his mother shocked. She grinned and nodded at the older host club. "Though I don't doubt that us old-timers could teach you kids a thing or two." The original Ouran Host Club nodded. Kaoru laughed and wrapped an arm around his wife's shoulders.
"Don't call us old-timers. We're not that old." Kano grinned.
"Yet."
The school bell rang and everyone ran out. Most of the high school girls headed towards the third music room. Since the beginning of this year, an old favorite had returned. Most of the girls heard from their mothers how wonderful the host club had been in their day so when they had a chance, the girls all went to check it out. The Hosts didn't disappoint. Though not the same as the original host club, there was no doubt that they were every bit as wonderful as their mothers had said. With Mizu-sama leading the way, the Ootori twins managing the funds, Roimi coming up with new ways to dress the guys up, there was no doubt that it would be a hit.
"Where's the manager? She usually opens the door for us. If she's not here, what are we going to do?" The girls started squealing as the door began to swing inward. A spiral of white rose petals came out and sitting all in a row was the Host Club G-2 wearing the Ouran High School uniform. Each of the guys grinned pleasantly at the girls. Roimi stood to the side, smiling at the crowd.
"Welcome." All of the host club members bowed.