Room 4291 was probably the size, if not slightly bigger, than the apartment she and her father shared. The walls were a smooth white while the carpet was a dark shade of navy blue. There were two beds. Both had sheets that matched the dark carpet along with soft, white pillows resting comfortably at the head of each bed. On the side of the room, there was a walk-in-closet the size of most people's garages. The bathroom, however, was almost as big as the room they had been assigned.
As for her roommates...
Haruhi glanced at the two brothers that were busily claiming the closet as their own. Although the twins were only one of the three choices of who she could be rooming with, she was sure they were her best bet overall. Despite the fact that her suitcase would now be vulnerable to their judgmental hands, she was positive her other options wouldn't have been any better.
Her first choice should have been with Hunny and Mori, but not only did she not want to pressure the two seniors into sleeping with each other (despite the fact that the beds were humongous), Haruhi also did not want to, by chance, face the evil side of Mitsukuni Haninozuka when woken up too early. The same reason also applied to rooming with the Shadow King. Not only that, but she highly doubted Kyoya would sleep in the same bed as Tamaki. Ever. So, her only choice would have been the one she ended up with. Besides, since the twins only used one bed and had no qualms about sharing, she was free to enjoy the other bed for herself.
It was just a few minutes after noon when the twins had finally finished their unpacking and had moved onto Haruhi's suitcase. The girl was already resting comfortably on the bed, snuggled into one of the fluffy white pillows.
"Haruhi," Kaoru called to the girl whose face was buried into her pillow, "I'll put your stuff in this drawer."
Haruhi acknowledged his words with a muffled snore.
Hikaru wandered over to his brothers side with not only Haruhi's suitcase, but also one of the five that they had dragged with them. They had planned a whole new wardrobe for their female friend ever since the day Kyoya had announced the trip they'd be taking.
"Hey, look, Ranka-san packed the white bikini," Kaoru said with a grin as he dangled the top from one of its strings. Hikaru laughed and gave him a thumbs up, obviously pleased that their friend's father had put the piece in.
They continued to place Haruhi's clothes into the drawer, letting the girl enjoy her nap for awhile more.
In room 4293, Tamaki was pacing. A hand was pressed against his head, massaging his temples as he turned in the opposite direction for the eighty-ninth time. Kyoya had only recently begun counting. He had his back propped comfortably against the headboard of his bed as he typed on his laptop.
"Tamaki," Kyoya said, becoming annoyed with his friend's behavior.
Tamaki looked up mid-step at the 'cool-type's interruption.
"Which bed would Haruhi occupy had she actually decided to room with us?" Kyoya asked in a bored tone, deciding the blond finally needed to see the light.
"Isn't it natural for daughters to stay with their fathers?" Tamaki inquired in a sad tone.
Kyoya merely shook his head and sighed, deeming his friend truly hopeless. He decided against slamming his laptop against the club president's skull. He wouldn't want his laptop damaged even though he could have another delivered to replace it in less than an hour.
"If father didn't book four rooms like I asked, then I wonder who's in 4292," Tamaki mused to himself.
"Why don't you go see?" Kyoya asked with a hint of sarcasm lacing the words as he checked the news section of the web page.
Tamaki's violet eyes seemed to light up at the suggestion. He could have hugged Kyoya, but instead, he bounced out the door while humming to himself.
Kyoya, although used to his friend's antics, was willing to humor himself by getting up and watching what the 'prince-type' would do next.
As Kyoya walked through the doorway and into the hall, he watched Tamaki who stood in front of the door leading into 4292. The door of 4290 opened and Hunny and Mori stepped out into the hallway, spotting their two club members in the process.
"Tama-chan!" Tamaki whipped around to face Hunny with a surprised expression. The little senior bounded his way across the few feet separating them, but stopped inches away from hurtling into the younger man. "What is Tama-chan doing?"
Tamaki sent the shorter blond a grin and said, "I'm going to see who our neighbor in 4292 is!"
Before Tamaki could knock on the door, however, the door to 4291 opened and the twins emerged with a sleepy Haruhi dragged between them.
"My daughter!" Tamaki cried, launching himself at the girl and snatching her from the two brothers in the process.
"My lord," Hikaru said in an annoyed tone, "you woke up Haruhi with the commotion you were making."
"It's okay," Haruhi said reassuringly, "I didn't mean to fall asleep anyways. The bed is so comfy!"
She was smiling in such an adorable fashion that Tamaki couldn't help himself from tearing up and proclaiming, "How cute! Haruhi sleeps in such a commoner bed at home that she isn't used to the finery we know!"
Haruhi sent the blond a dull look.
"Excuse me," a soft voice said. The Host Club slowly turned to face the slightly open door of 4292. The soft voice continued, realizing that it had gotten the attention of those that stood outside the door, "but would you please-"
"Tetsuya!" a gruff, familiar voice called from inside the room.
"Kasanoda-kun?" Haruhi inquired, recognizing the familiar voice that had erupted inside the room.
"Eh?!" the rest of the Host Club nearly fell backwards, realizing that the occupant of 4292 was the son and successor of a yakuza family. One that had a crush on their female companion, who for once, was actually dressed as a female...
Ritsu Kasanoda pushed Tetsuya, his friend and underling, gently aside as he opened the door. Seeing Haruhi Fujioka, his crush and the girl he had loudly claimed his "best friend forever", unexpectedly standing in front of him, Kasanoda started to blush. She was dressed like a girl for once, looking very cute in a white dress with colorful bracelets on her wrist. He gulped, trying to form words with his suddenly dry mouth.
"H-hi..." Kasanoda was finally able to stutter out as he took in the sight before him.
"Hello, Kasanoda-kun," Haruhi replied with a kind smile, incredibly oblivious to his cheeks that were turning as red as his hair.
"What are you doing here, Bossa Nova-kun?" Hikaru asked as he grabbed Haruhi's arm. He was looking at the red-headed man in front of him with an annoyed glare.
Kasanoda backed up at the intense expressions the two Hitachiins were shooting at him, but replied, "There's a business meeting that my father wanted me to attend in his place."
Tamaki, who had reverted back to inner mind theater, was thinking of his father's ship being infested by scary yakuza leaders and their brutal underlings.
"At least Casanova-kun already knows Haru-chan's secret," Hunny said cheerfully, trying to warm up the suddenly arctic atmosphere that Tamaki and the twins were creating. Even Kyoya seemed a bit darker than he should have been. His cousin, Mori, however, was sporting an indifferent expression, but even Hunny knew the tall senior was less than pleased that there was one of Haruhi's admirers located in close proximity of her – the next room over.
"Yes," Haruhi said pleasantly oblivious to her group's discomfort, "it would be inconvenient if we ran into other students from Ouran. Thankfully it was only Kasanoda-kun, and he already knows."
"And Kasanoda-kun would never be so foolish as to allow a slip of the tongue to occur, would he?" Kyoya Ootori inquired coolly as a gleam passed across his glasses.
The youngest Ootori's son statement was enough to send Kasanoda backing up into his room.
"Well," Haruhi said, "we'd best leave Kasanoda-kun to his business. We're headed to the banquet hall for lunch."
The club was half-expecting the girl to extend an invitation to the scary-eyed red-head.
"See you later, Kasanoda-kun," Haruhi said to the blushing red-head before turning to his underling, "Bye, Sendo-kun."
"Good bye," Tetsuya said, noticing that his master and friend was feeling uncomfortable under not only the threatening gazes from the Host Club, but also the blood that had rushed to his cheeks.
The Host Club provided their goodbyes, and then, under the lead of Tamaki, they departed for the banquet hall.
"That's Fujioka-san?" Tetsuya asked. He had thought that Haruhi Fujioka had been a boy. He was sure he had been a boy.
"Yeah," Ritsu said as he closed the door of 4292 and dragged himself towards the bed.
"Wow... no wonder you locked yourself in your room after meeting her," Tetsuya said thoughtfully, recalling his master's isolated behavior after having attended the Host Club months ago.
Ritsu let out a weak laugh, "I never expected for her to be next door to me on a cruise though!"
"It must be fate," Tetsuya said with a bright, optimistic smile. He would help his master spend time with the Fujioka girl. He wanted his friend to be happy, and she had seemed nice.