"Haruhi, you're being missed at your station. You shouldn't be playing around. We have an image to keep up. That'll be a raise in your debt for your misconduct."
"What?!?" Haruhi cried.
Hikaru and Kaoru sidled away before the shadow king could get to them. "Don't think I'm letting you two go," Kyoya said, pushing up his glasses.
Haruhi shuddered as she quickly went to her station to avoid any lashes that may come at her while the shadow king was reprimanding the twins. Coincidentally, her station was next to Kyoya's. She was supposed to be passing out flyers in a bunny costume Tamaki had forced on her earlier. Kyoya was supposed to be next to her, selling tickets to the finale of the festival, a treasure hunt in a haunted house. The prize of the hunt was a treasure chest, which supposedly contained 5,000 dollars donated by Ouran. Haruhi sighed as she picked up her flyers to pass out.
Soon, she heard Kyoya slid in the chair behind the ticket booth. Since there were no people around, Haruhi turned to him and asked, "Did we really do this just because the Host Club needed a better image?"
"What are you suggesting," he asked while counting a stack of bills and recording down the amount of cash that was present.
"Well, you purposefully arranged things for Tamaki to see the sign. Was that because you wanted the club to specifically help CAM not because of the need for a better image, but possibly something that's not materialistic?"
Kyoya looked up at her before returning to his task. He smiled as he said, "That's an interesting conception."
Kyoya indeed had said during the meeting that he had approved of the idea that Tamaki supposedly came up with due to the fact that the Host Club needed a good image to swoon the hearts of their customers. The festival would also serve as a good PR purpose. But in reality, Kyoya personally wanted to help out the organization. He smiled as he thought how that was probably because he knew the president of the CAM foundation who happened to be a woman named Momo.
When he was younger, during the bleak years of his life when he felt like he couldn't do anything about his being the youngest son of three, he had met Momo. He remembered the time when he first met her. "Pleased to meet you, Kyoya-san. It's all right if I call you that, right? You can call me Momo in return," the outgoing lady had said.
"Momo?" he had replied hesitantly.
She had then laughed nervously, scratching her ear, "Heh, I know it's a pretty lame name isn't it? Especially for a fledgling president such as myself."
"No," Kyoya muttered. "I like it."
She had beamed at him. From that point on, he would see her every once in awhile due to the fact that her organization often put their patients in the Ohtori hospital. Every time he would see her, she would stop what she was doing and chat with him, despite the fact that she was often talking to important executives. She would then ruffle his hair, apologize to him for leaving so 'abruptly,' and promise to look for him later.
She had always been a fascinating person to him. She was selfless, kind, the epitome of a Good Samaritan. To him, it was such an odd thing to see such qualities in a person. He hadn't known it was possible. It was probably due to this fact that he felt obliged to help her organization in some way, either through money he earned through stocks or getting his father to donate medical supplies.
Kyoya was soon jolted out of his reverie when he heard Tamaki running up to them and saw the blonde glomp Haruhi. "You weren't lonely, were you, Haruhi? I know how painful it must have been for you to be separated from your father for the whole day. I'm so sorry! Yesterday, you had so boldly mentioned how much you would like to spend the day with me too! For me to shame such a request, I must be the lowest being on the surface of the earth!"
Haruhi averted her eyes as she muttered something unintelligible. Kyoya sighed as he went back to counting the money that had been raised from the sale of tickets alone. "What was that, my precious daughter? You want to go to the commoner booth with me? The one that was just set up? What an ingenious idea!" Tamaki said with happiness.
Before the president of the club could drag her off, Kyoya stood up with a screech from his chair. "Tamaki, before you leave, I need you to sign this," he said, holding up a paper.
Tamaki bounced over to Kyoya and signed the paper with a flourish. Haruhi muttered, "Was it okay for you to sign the paper without reading it?"
Tamaki turned to Haruhi with glittering eyes. "Were you worried for me, Haruhi? Worried that Mother would bind me in some evil contract like selling me off into slavery?!?"
Touched, Tamaki yet again glomped the poor girl. Kyoya ignored the reference about him selling off the blonde into slavery and said, "For your information, you just signed the host club up for the treasure hunt. And of course we'll be winning that 5,000 dollars."
Both Tamaki and Haruhi shivered at the sight of the merciless grin Kyoya had on his face at the mention of the prize money.
Onii-san a term for a older boy
-chan a term of endearment
bozu kid, squirt, etc
senpai an honorific for an upperclassman
onechan term for a older girl
lolita rough translation is someone who is good looking and looks like a little kid.