Full Summary: Tamaki and Kyouya are about to enter their senior year. Mori and Hunny are graduating and moving on to bigger and better things. Congratulations! Or is it? What will happen to the host club as it loses two of its members? No, no. No one could replace Mori and Hunny. But surely this would be resigning to the eventual dissipation of the host club. You know what they say "when one door closes another door opens," right? However, after hearing that, one can't help but wonder: why does one door have to close for another door to open?
((A/N: We made it to Chapter 2 undetected. +shifty eyes+ XD Well, anyway. Thank you for your reviews... those of you who reviewed. Slight edit. Not a big deal. Sorry about including the heading to the third chapter. Ehh. Ignore that. Oh, and the customers probably won't be very significant. Maybe for a subplot or two. I just randomly felt like naming a few of them.))
"Talking."
'Thinking.'
(Time passing or something to the effect.)
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Your Everything Chapter 2: Brand New Spring
(Flashback.)
"Is this for real?" Morinozuka Satoshi asked, starry-eyed. With somewhat grandiose gestures, he continued, "I am so privileged, so blessed that Suou-senpai would provide such a glorious opportunity to see, first-hand, the club Taka honored with in his high school years. And I truly get to share this experience? This is a dream!"
"A nightmare's more like it," mumbled Haninozuka Yasuchika. "I couldn't think of a bigger waste of time."
"Hunny-senpai didn't think so." Tamaki spoke softly. "Wouldn't you like to see why, Chika?" He kneeled the same way for Hunny two years ago... sans the bunny puppet, of course.
Chika narrowed his eyes, adjusting his unnecessary prescription lenses. "Mitsukuni was fine until you showed up, stupid..."
"Ya... su... chi... ka!" Roared Satoshi, pulling a shinai out of–quite literally–no where and thus began beating him to a pulp with it. "Don't speak badly of your brother!" He shouted between beatings. "How dare you insult a senpai after proposing a once in a lifetime opportunity!" The shinai cracked a bit; but that didn't stop Satoshi's wrath. "Don't be so judgmental! Be considerate! Be a man!" And with that comment, it would seem that Satoshi's rage subsided.
"Stupid... Satoshi," muttered Chika, nursing his bruises. Small chicks floated around him when tears threatened to fall. But he quickly brushed them away.
"Suou-senpai. We whole-heartedly accept your proposal. We're eternally grateful for your generosity." Satoshi bowed deeply.
"Great!" Tamaki gave his signature thumbs-up. "Come to the third music room on the first day of the spring semester!" Tamaki giggled; he was overjoyed. And so, he immediately took off to the host club to set up for the Host Club. Kyouya would be pleased.
"Whaat?!" Chika yelled, to spite the fact that he was still recovering from the wrath of his classmate's shinai. "I don't want to join your stupid club!" The underclassman called out to Tamaki. Obviously, forgetting that Satoshi was still present.
"Ya. su. chi. kaa!!"
(End Flashback.)
"Stupid Satoshi," mumbled a disgruntled Chika, dragging his feet to the third music room. Satoshi, of course, monitoring him from behind armed with his trusty shinai.
The graduation ceremony weeks before had been a success. Well, with a few exceptions. Hunny and Satoshi cried. The latter out of pride for the accomplishments of his unrivaled brother and the former for obvious reasons.
The host club held the after party. Chika made a gagging gesture when Tamaki publicly announced the admission of him and Satoshi to the host club. Good thing Satoshi was too starry-eyed to notice. Haruhi–who was posing as her cousin Harumi–sighed at the extravagance of the whole ordeal. "Damn rich bastards," no one heard her mumble. And the twins played a cruel and unusual prank at Tamaki's expense causing total chaos.
So, yeah, it was a success. Minus the whole being successful part.
The host club dragged Haruhi to the beach again over break. It was a sort of going away party for Mori and Hunny. Satoshi and Chika did not attend. Not that Chika would want to spend that much time with his alien brother. It was a casual Host Club farewell.
As spring break came to a close, they said their goodbyes. Hunny and Mori would be heading off to Tokyo University together and the new semester would begin at Ouran. Host Club entering its third year.
Which leads us to today, the first day of high school for Morinozuka Satoshi and Haninozuka Yasuchika. Why did that Satoshi have to be in 1A? – That very well sums up Chika's thoughts. All day. You see, the older girls started calling him 'Hunny-kun' (and even 'Hunny-chan') this morning. It caught on quickly. Needless to say, Chika blew up a few times today and was subsequently reprimanded.
"Please call me Haninozuka-kun instead, valuable classmate." Satoshi would force his ill-mannered friend to say after delivering a hefty beating.
"Ah, Hunny-chan! You're in the host club now in place of Hunny-senpai, aren't you?" Said a fangirl, waiting by the door of the third music room. She was obviously one of Hunny's old customers.
Was she deaf or just stupid? Surely she heard his unreasonably loud rants today, right? Or at least his painful shrieks at the hand of Satoshi. "I...!" Began a red-faced Chika. Of course, his tone magically softened upon feeling the tip of Satoshi's shinai prod his spine. "P... Please call me Haninozuka-kun instead, ...venerable senpai." He grumbled through his teeth unable to look the fangirl in the eye.
"Kawaiii!!" She squealed and ignored his request, "Hunny-chan's so polite! Ah, but you don't have to be so formal, after all, I was a familiar acquaintance with your brother." Lies that she chose to believe, of course. It was a skill, really. The host club always did leave the customers feeling like they truly knew the hosts. And falsely thought that the hosts knew them as well. Maybe Kyouya did. He did the paperwork after all.
"Ka... kawaii?" Chika's fist tightened. His rage was building. His blood pressure was rising. His face was turning red. His lower jaw moved forward. "Kawaii!" His eye was twitching. His rage peaked. "Listen, here, you...!" Another explosion.
But before he could get another word in, Kyouya swiftly, gracefully opened the door. A simple action made the fangirls melt. "Excuse me, ladies, we still need more time to prepare." He smiled, a smile that could freeze the sun. And with another quick gesture, he whisked the freshmen into the music room, letting the door shut behind him. "Rule 1." The senior's face stiffened, not so friendly anymore. "Never upset the customers. Ever." A stern voice scolded them.
"Kyouya!" Tamaki pranced over. "Ah! The new recruits! Have you taught them all of the hosting techniques?" And, as usual, continuing without waiting for an answer. He was spirited today. "Now, boys, Papa will teach you everything you need to know." ('Papa?!' Chika had thought to himself, but said nothing.) He took each underclassman by the arm and began his instruction. Chika rolled his eyes. Not amused at all. Satoshi, however, seemed rather engaged in this instruction, nodding enthusiastically at each word.
"Well... doesn't that look familiar, Haruhi?" Hitachiin Kaoru noted, smiling gently. Kaoru sat on a random couch in the middle of the room.
"Oi, Haruhi!" Hitachiin Hikaru chimed in, sitting on the arm of the couch next to his twin. "I'm bored. Can you show us how to make that commoner coffee again?" His intentions were clear. This year, Hikaru would find it. At all costs. Overcoming all obstacles. Nothing would stand in his way of it.
"I've already shown you a million times," Haruhi let out an exasperated sigh. "Besides, I doubt Satoshi-kun will hate it." That's right. The one thing that Satoshi's taste buds aren't immune to. He smirked, a devilish sort of smirk; he was sure to find it. This was but a small setback. That Satoshi kid could eat anything. He was worse than Hunny; at least Hunny was limited to sweets. There was bound to be something; something he absolutely detested.
Haruhi sighed again then looked around for anything 'familiar,' as Kaoru had put it.
Kaoru smirked. "Milord's instructions." The younger twin stared at Tamaki who was showing the freshmen that pinky under the teacup trick. "They're identical to the ones he showed you last year."
"Hmm... ..." Haruhi lifted her index finger to her mouth in thought. "Huh. You're right. I hadn't noticed."
The twins laughed in unison, which attracted Tamaki's attention.
"Everyone. Take your places. It's time." Kyouya commanded. Their training would have to wait.
The doors opened; rose petals floated around the room. "Irashaimase." The seven hosts said in unison arranged around the expensive couch. And thus the first session of host club in the new school year began.
"So, Satoshi-kun practices kendo, too?" Exclaimed Izumi, one of two customers who designated Morinozuka Satoshi. Izumi Sachiko was an old customer of Mori's. The other was a girl from class 1-B who had been an admirer of Satoshi for quite some time.
"Hai, hai!" Satoshi was certainly enthusiastic. He made a gesture in the air describing some kind of match. The first year giggled, but Izumi was not so impressed. She hadn't expected Mori-senpai's little brother to be so... talkative.
Similarly, Chika's customers were also not particularly pleased. And (much to his dismay) Chika had quite the turn out. Six customers designated him. All former customers of his brother. "Hunny-chan. I made you a cake." Said a second year, Maruto Masumi, who was in the same class as Haruhi and the twins.
"I hate cakes." Chika seethed. The girls were shocked. With further questioning, the customers learned that Chika also hated cookies, pies, and cupcakes, too. He was far too manly for such things.
However, when everything seemed bleak, Satoshi saved the day, "Did someone say cake? Oh! I'll have some!"
"Really?" Maruto Masumi enthusiastically chimed in. "I made two different kinds. Chocolate and strawberry. Which would you like?"
"Both! Ah, I'm sorry. Whatever Yasuchika doesn't eat." A winning grin on his face, he continued, "Thank you, Senpai, for your generosity."
"Take them both. I don't want it." Chika pouted, moving away from his customers. How stupid. His hatred for Mitsukuni grew deeper. His high school days were ruined already and it was all Hunny's fault. And it was the first day of school!
"I'm sorry, Hunny-chan." Masumi's face fell. "I thought you'd like the cakes. I didn't mean to upset you."
"Ya... su... chi... ka!!" So, how many beatings are we at now? So, the one thing stupider than the Host Club was Satoshi.
"Forgive me, venerable senpai, for my rudeness." Said Chika monotonously.
"Hai, hai! Yasuchika is very rude, Senpai. However, we appreciate your thoughtfulness so please don't cry." Chika snarled at Satoshi's cheery disposition.
With this incident, Hunny-senpai's old fangirls found a new obsession. Morinozuka Satoshi. Similarly, Chika's rebellious nature attracted an entirely different market of fangirls. Very few customers were lost in this transition, and many were gained.
Kyouya was pleased. "Good job, King. It turned out better than expected." He adjusted his glasses looking on at the other hosts cleaning up the rose petals. Okay, Haruhi was cleaning up the rose petals, the twins were bothering her, and the freshmen were fighting. Well, more like Chika was getting scolded. He'd normally fight back, but he'd been beaten far too many times today; he was tired, okay?
"I thought so!" Tamaki beamed. Then, suddenly, his expression became serious, "Hey, Kyouya?"
"Mmm?"
"Do you think that everything will work out the way we planned it?"
Kyouya smirked staring steadily at the freshmen. "It turned out quite well today, didn't it?"
(End Chapter 2)
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((A/N: Forgive me for the lateness and the badness. XD;; Well, the last quarter of it was written badly, but I didn't want to make you all wait any longer. Don't worry. It'll pick up again. Just some writer's block. I tried desperately to finish it before term papers, but I failed. So then I waited and waited until I got a second wind. That never came. So it turned out like this. T.T So, please excuse the poorly written part, kay? Anyway. The plot will pick up on the next chapter. If I ever get around to it that is. See you in Chapter 3!))