Your Everything
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: Again, sorry for the wait. I started working and yeah. Got a little busy. Well, I hope you enjoy the chapter. It mostly features Renge's antics. What better way to torture Yasuchika? Poor Chika. +giggles+ I'm too evil. R&R, please?))
Talking.
'Thinking.'
(Time passing or something to the effect.)
((A/N.))
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Your Everything Chapter 4: Graceful Lotus Branch
(Flashback.)
A person that she believed to be nurturing–in essence, perfect. For him to act so insensitively brought her to tears. It wasn't like him. It wasn't anything like him. "... Why?"
"Because that's not who Kyouya is." Those words brought her to her knees. It wasn't that Ootori Kyouya was acting out of character. It was just a mistake. It was just that...
"That's okay, right?" – The comforting words of the natural host. "Even if Kyouya-senpai was a bit different than what Renge-chan imagined, I think it's kind of fun to look at others properly and gradually get to know them."
Yes, that's right. Renge had simply pinned Kyouya with the wrong type.
(End Flashback.)
"Irashaimase," said the dazzling hosts in unison. Well, except Haninozuka Yasuchika. He just scowled, looking off somewhere. It was pretty obvious the younger Haninozuka didn't want to be there.
Of course, with the looming threat of Satoshi's shinai, he didn't have much of a choice, now, did he?
'I hate this day.' Chika mentally seethed as the fangirls rushed in. "I-Irashaimase." He hissed through his teeth upon feeling Satoshi's shinai poke his spine. 'Stupid Satoshi. Stupid host club. Stupid girls.' Yasuchika was a little extra edgy today and don't think that didn't go unnoticed.
His fans loved it.
"EEEEEEEEEE!! Kawaii!" They squealed together. Chika had a cute, childish face like Hunny-senpai did, but the demeanor was entirely different. Chika's scowls and frowns only made him look like a pouting kid. And the fangirls' doting squeals only made him pout more. Oh, dear, Yasuchika.
'Could this day get any worse?' He thought. That dreadful thought. Everyone knows that thought process always cues irony. Well, except Yasuchika, apparently. His day was just about to get a whole lot worse and all because of that simple, careless thought.
"Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho..." A high-pitched voice sounded. Familiar to host club veterans, but the first years were confused as hell. "Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!" It got louder. An electric circuit seemed to start up as a random metal staircase slowly rotated rising from underground. "Hii! Minna-san!" The girl who apparently initiated this stair-case rising shouted with a quick wink.
It appeared–to Chika, at least–that this girl was some kind of crazy maintenance girl, obsessed with flashy entrances and cute clothes. Well, he was right about the flashy entrances bit, but she was no maintenance worker. This girl was...
"Renge-kun. Good afternoon. Could you please use the door next time?" An exasperated Kyouya suggested.
"If that's what Kyouya-sama wants, then I..." Renge Houshakuji, Class 2-A, exchange student from Paris - France. She was, since last year, the self-proclaimed manager of the Host Club. But she was also...
"Good. Thank you for your cooperation, Renge-kun." Of course, Kyouya knew better. He was an evil genius, after all. He knew that she'd never just walk through the door. But other than that, she behaved well enough during Host Club hours. "Now that that's settled, will you be designating Haruh–?"
"MOE!!" She squealed instantly throwing herself between the Chika and the customer that was currently at his right. "What's this?! Kyouya-sama didn't tell me that there were new hosts! Oh, my! Oh, my! He's soo cute, but he has that edge!"
"Edge?" Chika managed to slip in between Renge's fandom. He desperately tried to escape from this crazy maintenance girl. To no avail, of course.
"You know, that edge. That dark edge. He's absolutely perfect! He's..." The second year attached herself to his arm. "He's just like Sakurai Tooru-kun from the Ukidoki Memorial television drama series!" Oh, yes, couldn't forget that little detail. Renge Houshakuji was also a rabid otaku.
Kyouya sighed to himself mumbling, "Not again," under his breath.
"But the hair. Oh! The hair is all wrong! Wrong, wrong, wrong!" Renge snapped her fingers causing a group of maids and butlers to appear from pretty much out of no where.
"Hai, Renge-sama?" She pointed at poor Chika's head. With that, the servants saluted and seized Chika by the arms.
"W-wait! What are you!! You freaks. You're all alien freaks. Let. Me. GO!" The younger Haninozuka squirmed. 'Oh, Kami, why me? Could this day...' Oh, dear, Yasuchika, haven't you learned your lesson yet?
Morinozuka Satoshi approached the scene. "Gomen nasai, Senpai, but one of the princesses asked me if we were going to do calendars again this year and, oh, Hi, Yasuchika! Did you make some new friends?" Satoshi waved cheerily at the Houshakuji family servants.
"Hmm." The otaku, Renge, pondered, analyzing what appeared to be the second addition to the host club. "Refreshing and cheerful. Sweet and friendly. Outgoing and sociable. Somewhat appealing, but..."
"Hey, you! Girl! Who're you supposed to be?" Hissed a struggling Yasuchika.
"Oh, don't you know? I am the manager of this club, Houshakuji Renge."
"Self-proclaimed manager, that is." No one heard Hikaru say.
"Hikaru." The younger Hitachiin began, "W-why are you looking at them?"
"Kaoru." The older twin embraced Kaoru, looking deeply into his eyes. "Gomen ne. I'll only look at you from now on." Oh, did the girls squeal. And they squealed loudly.
"M-manager...?" A starry-eyed Satoshi asked. And, then, when he got over the star-struck moment, "Ya. Su. Chi. Kaa!!" The taller freshman thwacked him with a shinai while he was being detained by the Houshakuji family servants. "Be polite and courteous to our senpai and manager."
"But not good enough! You!" Renge pointed at the maid, "Take Tooru-kun to get his hair done."
"Tooru-kun...?" Oh, Chika seethed as he was whisked out of the room by two maids at a butler who were planning on doing God knows what to his hair. He'd kill them. That stupid blonde third year, the manager girl, and Satoshi. All would be very dead very soon.
"Nee, Manager-san–?" An enthused Satoshi began.
"And you..." Renge glared up at him, narrowing her brown eyes in an unsuccessful attempt to intensify said glare.
Well, it could be expected that Renge would criticize Satoshi's flawed hosting appeal, as she did with the rest of the hosts when they met. Well, since the Izumi incident, Kyouya couldn't possibly allow that. No, his confidence was part of his selling point. That sort of thing might make the boy a little self-conscious.
"Satoshi." Interrupted 'mother,' "Please tell your guests that there will be another calendar this year; however, previews will not be available beforehand. They will have to wait until the release date. Calendars may be pre-ordered on the club website." With that, Kyouya motioned for Satoshi to return to his customers.
He obeyed, quickly pausing to bow deeply at his senpais before returning to his area to regurgitate the information.
And now, to quell Renge's eccentricity.
"Renge-kun," Kyouya began sternly; the light reflecting off his glasses hid his eyes. "Please do not disrupt, disturb, or interfere with the functions of this club in any way."
"But I–Kyouya-sama, I was just trying to help..."
He let out a sigh, clearly growing tired of her various mood swings. "You are our customer; act accordingly. Now then," Kyouya pulled a clip-board from seemingly out of nowhere, "Will you be designating Haruhi today?"
A faint smile appeared on her lips before she nodded and skipped off to Haruhi's tea table. "I bet you had a lot of girlfriends in middle school, nee, Haruhi-kun?"
To that, she sweatdropped letting out a sheepish laughter, "Well, no. I wasn't... I can't say I was too popular with the girls back in middle school in that respect anyway." Well, it was the truth. She was a girl herself, afterall.
The girls seemed utterly shocked at that revelation. But before they could comment on it, Renge interrupted, "That reminds me! Haruhi-kun, I made you some cupcakes." She took a seat across from Haruhi, blushing furiously as she pushed the basket full of delicious little treats across the table. Well, scratch the delicious part. "Um. They're a little burnt but..."
"That!" Kaoru shouted, jumping up from behind the couch (with Hikaru, of course) where Renge and two other girls sat.
"Give me that!" Hikaru snatched the basket quickly.
After careful analysis and examination, the twins concluded–in unison, "It's perfect."
"Nee, Satoshi–"
"–we have a treat for you!"
"You..." Seethed Renge, her fists shaking violently.
"It's okay, Renge-chan. I don't really care for sweets anyway, so–" A poor attempt on Haruhi's part to calm the rage within Renge.
"Those cupcakes are for Haruhi!" Then, having the appearance of a dangerous reptile, Renge chased after the little devils that stole her precious Haruhi's cupcakes. And so the chase began.
"Scary!" They said in unison, taking off in opposite directions. Of course, they were laughing, that devilish sort of laughter; their fear was, hence, not as convincing. And somehow, they avoided Renge's rage by playing a little game of monkey in the middle with her homemade basket of cupcakes.
"Looks like they're having fun, ne?" Tamaki whispered to Kyouya, gently placing his hand on his shoulder.
"Aa." His response. Kyouya smiled a little, just a little tiny bit. But somehow, he felt like he was forgetting something. Something mildly important.
(Elsewhere.)
"Stupid maintenance girl." Hissed a certain disgruntled host walking down the corridors of Ouran academy. "Stupid senpai. Stupid host club. Stupid Satoshi."
"Don't resist your dark edge, Tooru-kun!!" The Houshakuji family staff called out to him, the escapee. They only got through half of his hair before he managed to slip from their grasp. Half of his hair was slicked back with gel. Yeah, it looked... interesting.
"Don't. Call. Me. That!" He turned, facing them with a dark glare. Well, it was enough to scare them off for the time being. At least he could go back to the Third Music Room, grab his stuff, and go home. What a bad day. This club wasn't doing him any favors either. 'I want out.' He thought, faintly, before turning the corner. "I want out!"
However, at the end of the hall was the chemistry lab. Within which, a faint, "Fufufufufufu..." could be heard. Nekozawa Umehito cautiously opened the door, careful not to expose to much light into the room. Why he was in the chemistry lab, no one knows. "Dark edge, eh?" A sly smile crossed his face as he peered around the corner at Yasuchika, who was currently cursing the host club. "Well, he said he wanted out." Nekozawa cast his gaze back to the puppet on his hand.
"What do you think, Bereznoff?"
(End Chapter 4)
((A/N: To tell you the truth, I got a little bored writing this chapter. Renge's a little too out of control for my taste. I don't think she'll make another appearance. The next one should be better. It's Nekozawa, after all! Everyone loves Nekozawa.
I do apologize, though. I looked in the manga to see what class Nekozawa was in. It didn't say. But since Kyouya calls him "senpai" I suppose that means he was a third year with Mori and Hunny. T-T Can't we just pretend he was in the same year as Tama and Kyouya?
Chapter 5 will also just be more Chika torture and humor. Expect more plot in Chapter 6. If I ever get to it. Our freshmen still don't know that Haruhi's a girl, after all. And then there's the actual purpose of the story. Along with more quirky host club moments. It can't be centered around Chika and Satoshi all the time, can it? Well. See you next chapter!))