Location: Ouran High School
"ACK! What th'heck!" Shashuko stares at the cloaked individual, a human replica of the doll she is holding, who is leaning over her shoulder.
"Ne-ne-Nekozawa-sempai! I finished the voodoo dolls!" stutters the girl holding the paper bag.
"Thank you, Kimiko-san. Bring them to the club later."
"Y-yes, Nekozawa-sempai, I will!"
Shashuko stares at the cat boy, who is still leaning over her shoulder. "Anno, Nekozawa-sempai?"
"What is it, Shashuko-san?"
"Personal space, please. Your leaning over me like this is kinda freaking me out." the American girl leans away from him, blushing slightly.
"Oh, sorry. Am I scaring you? I hope so." Nekozawa stops leaning on Shashuko and takes a few steps back. "You see, Shashuko-san, I run the Black Magic Club here at school. Fear is my specialty."
"That's nice," Shashuko says coldly, handing Nekozawa the doll that looks like him. "Here's you doll. What are you doing in the first year's wing?"
"Looking for Kimiko-san."
"H-here, Nekozawa-sempai. Your voodoo dolls." Kimiko hands him the bag. "One for everyone in your c-class, as you re-requested."
"You didn't have to make one of me, you know."
"B-but last time I did something for everyone in your class, I forgot you and I had to make one of you later." Kimiko looks down, a rosy shade dusting her cheeks.
Nekozawa hands her the doll, smiling. "Why don't you keep that safe for me in case I need it?"
"O-okay, Nekozawa-sempai."
Nekozawa strolls away, the cat puppet waving one of its paws at Kimiko-san, who blushes.
"See you at club," Nekozawa calls.
Shashuko looks at Kimiko questioningly.
"W-what?"
"Is he your boyfriend?" the Amerikajin giggles.
"N-no! He's... my sempai, and the leader of the club I go to. Th-that's all."
"Hmm..." Shashuko giggles. "Sorry. Only teasing... I'm Archer Shashuko, class 1-A. I transferred here from America, so a lot of people call me Amerikajin. How 'bout you?"
"Everyone knows who you are, Shashuko-san. You're the only b-blonde girl here at Ouran, you know. M-my name's Yamada Kimiko, class 1-B. I've lived in Japan all my life, and I've gone to Ouran since preschool."
"-And you sew voodoo dolls in your spare time?"
"Y-yes. I'm in the Black Magic Club."
"Really? I got suckered into working on the intelligence team for the Host Club so I could wear cosplay outfits."
"R-really? at the Black Magic Club, w-we all wear c-cloaks like Nekozawa-sempai."
"Cool! Where's yours?"
"W-well, I leave m-mine in my locker, until it's time f-for club practices. Only Nekozawa-sempai w-wears his all the time. L-light scares him. P-please don't laugh."
"I won't laugh, Kimiko-san. I think I'm scared of a lot of things compared to some people, so I really have no right to make fun of anyone who likes spending time in the dark."
"Hmm... cloaks huh? Too bad I got suckered into the Host Club. Ah well, I shouldn't complain. After all, I get to cosplay!"
"You like c-cosplay that much?"
"It's so fun! You should try it!" Shashuko says excitedly. "All me and Renge do is sit in the corner and scheme up more cosplay ideas...!"
"Really? That d-does sound kind of fun..."
"Maybe you should join too!"
"N-no, I want to stay in the B-black Magic Club..."
"Oooh," said Shashuko evilly. "I understand now. Hehehehehe..." she glanced in the direction Nekozawa had left in and raised her eyebrows for emphasis.
"D-d-d-d-don't talk like that! Th-that's not h-how it is!!!"
"Riiight. What was your name again?"
"I'm Y-Yamada."
"Okay, Yamada-san, I'm late for class. See you later, maybe?"
"M-maybe."
"Well, then. Ja!" Shashuko skipped off to class, but stopped skipping when she realized she had math.
Later
"Shashuko-san! Have you reconsidered our offer?" asks the president of the American Football Club (what's his name again?)
"NO. I hate sports."
"Then why are you taking P.E. when it's an elective?"
"Because my parents made me. And I still hate football. Now, if you'll excuse me, Sempai, I have a club to attend. And why are you eating orange peels?"
"They're good for you!"
"Maybe for your body but not your soul," Shashuko growls, stomping off.
"Good for your WHAT?!? Hw can food be good for your soul?"
"Sayounara, Sempai." Shashuko starts running.
"Wheee! I haven't run in the halls since I was at back at home!"
"Shashuko-san! Look out!" screamed a large group a bunch of girls walking in the opposite direction.
Shashuko runs through the girls in question and smirked. "Shashuko Archer, the Professional Crowdweaver, is back in business."
Shashuko brakes her run by slamming into the doors to Music Room Three.
"Good run. I need to do that more often."
The door opens with Shashuko still leaning on it. "Aaah!" she falls to the ground.
"I thought I heard something," says an overly-dramatic voice. "Hello, Shashuko-san. Maybe you shouldn't lean against doors after you knock."
"I wasn't knocking on the door, Tamaki-sempai. I was crashing into the door after running through the halls."
"Maybe you shouldn't do that either, Shashuko-san. After all, you are a member of this club too, and as the President of this club, I look after all of you as if you were my children!"
"Umm... okay... what kind of stupid American rip-off cosplay are you attempting to do today?"
"We're dressing as Uncle Sam!!!"
"WHAT?!?" the Amerikajin proceeds to laugh her head off. "That.. hahaha... is the STUPIDEST... hahaha... cosplay EVER! Thank goodness we're only doing American cosplays for a week!"
Tamaki's eyes shrink dots and he gets those blue sinky lines all over his face. "Is it... that stupid?"
"Um... well... I can see how a non-American might think of that... sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."
"Apology accepted! Well, Shashuko, no one else is here yet. Why don't we go sit down on one of the Host Club couches and have a chat?"
'Is this guy bipolar?' Shashuko thinks, saying"I don't trust you in the same room as any girl, even me. How about we sit down on the floor?" she proceeds to sit on the floor without waiting for an answer.
"Umm... if that's what you are used to, I guess..." Tamaki follows her. "Ah! So dirty!"
"If it makes you feel better, you can stand up. I sit on the floor all the time."
"Is this a special commoner thing?!?" Tamaki's eyes get big.
"Anno... nope! Just a me thing. I'm not a normal commoner," Shashuko grins. "I used to wear cat ears to school, you know."
"But you regained your senses?"
Shashuko glares. "No, the were too small, so they started giving me headaches. That's what I get for ordering cat ears online off Birthday Express... I never had any sense to begin with, so how could I regain any?"
"That makes sense," Tamaki says.
"So... you like 'commoner' stuff, huh?"
"Yes! Very much! Their culture is so... so different from mine!"
"That's probably why I like Japan. It's so cool here!!! In America, we don't have much stuff like this. Well, if you like commoner stuff so much, maybe I'll teach you some American commoner games." Shashuko's eyes gleam with and evil light from a world unknown. "Like... Truth or Dare."
"That sounds like fun, Shashu-chan! How do you play?!?"
"Hunny-sempai! Mori-sempai! When did you get here?"
"Just now! Ne, ne, How do you play?"
"Oh, don't tell me you all like 'commoner stuff' like this guy?" Shashuko says off-handedly, pointing at Tamaki.
"Yep, pretty much!!!" say the approaching twins, who are dragging Haruhi along.
"Truth or Dare? I've played that game a couple times before... that seems the sort of thing perfect for Hikaru and Kaoru," says Haruhi.
"We'll learn!" say the Weasley Rip-offs.
"What kind of game is this 'Truth or Dare'?" Tamaki asks.
"Well, Tamaki-sempai, since you asked, I'll have to explain it in a way that you'll understand." Shashuko stands up.
"Truth or Dare is the ultimate game of silliness and secrets!!!" she says dramatically, sounding suspiciously like her blonde sempai. "The person who's turn it is picks someone and asks them a question-- Tamaki! Truth or dare?"
"What do I pick?"
"Just pick one!"
"Umm... truth!"
"You chose TRUTH! I will ask you a question, and you must answer honestly... hmmm... is it true you're still attached to your teddy bear?"
"Y-yes... HOW'D YOU KNOW THAT?!?"
"Graveyard Betty told me!"
"The British girl?"
"Yep! Apparently, she doesn't like you much. Now! Since I asked you, it's your turn to pick someone!"
"Hmm... troublesome twins! Truth or dare!"
"Dare, of course."
"Shashuko-san, what do I do now?"
"You must dare them to do something embarrassing or just plain silly."
"Hmm... Hikaru! Kaoru! I dare you both to... I have no ideas. Shashuko-saaan, what's a good dare?"
"Hmm... I dare you two to... no, that's too mean..."
"Hit us with it," challenge the twins.
"Oh, fine then. For today's cosplay, you must wear mine and Renge-san's dresses!"
"No they will not! I want to wear my dress!!!" yells Renge, running up with Kyouya walking not far behind.
"Also, considering the size of the twins' shoulders compared to your own, the dresses would rip. How would you like to owe me a debt, Shashuko-san?" Kyouya asks cheerfully.
"Okay then... that's off. Hmm... I can't think of any more good ones that wouldn't have someone else yelling at me... I'll have to think of a stupid one. Do you people know the Chicken Dance?"
"The what?"
Shashuko rolls her eyes. "Cheep cheep cheep, flap flap flap, wiggle wiggle wiggle, clap clap clap?"
"Show us."
"No. Hmm... okay, Tamaki, you asked them. Think of a good one!"
"I have... no ideas!"
Shashuko sighs and begins to speak in a babyish voice. "I would've thought a smart guy like you would be imaginative enough to think of a good dare for those two," she says cutely.
"You have a point there... I CAN THINK OF ONE MYSELF!!!"
"What was that?" the twins whisper the Shashuko.
"I finally remembered that stupid boys work best when girls are disappointed."
"How?" asks Renge.
"To make a long story short, my little sister is sometimes possessed by a really annoying dead guy who can't leave me alone. I might as well use that sort of thing to my advantage."
"What? Possessed?"
"No, not really. We mad him up. For awhile, he didn't possess my sister, but I killed him with a Kamehameha and now he does."
"I see. We'll remember that," say the twins.
"You two... I don't think it's work. I don't think Tamaki's gay."
"So? Trying to use that tactic will be fun."
"Well then, let's go get dressed," says Kyouya. "The customers are coming in five minutes."
"Let's go, Renge-chan! We need to work on our Master Plan!"
"Good idea!"
Both girls run to their dressing room.
"Master Plan?" the twins ask themselves.
"WAIT!" yells Tamaki, after everyone else, who is already in the Club Room. "I haven't thought of a dare for the twins yet!"
Later
"I can't believe I'm wearing this thing," Shashuko says, twirling around a hat with an American Flag design on it. "I mean, who in their right mind would wear a female Uncle Sam costume?!?"
"I kinda like it," says Renge, looking down at the red-and-white-striped skirt and blue jacket.
"It's not that it's particularly ugly... it's just that it's not something I would chose to wear!"
A door mysteriously appears in the wall.
"Ku ku ku ku... here at the Black Magic Club, we have are having special sale on voodoo dolls..."
"Oh, it's Nekozawa-sempai! Do you mean the ones Yamada-san made?"
"Yes, Kimiko made most of them... why do you ask?"
"Pure curiousity!"
"Where they come from, don't they say curiousity killed a cat?" The twins point out, holding up giant flashlights. "GET LOST!"
"AAAH! The light! It burns!" Nekozawa slammed the door shut. Not that there was much to slam, as it had been only been opened a crack. "HELP! ASPIRIN!!!"
"Y-yes N-Nekozawa-sempai, here! And I have a glass of water!"
"Thank you, Kimiko. You have saved me yet again."
Shashuko giggles to herself.
"What's so funny? And who's this Yamada-san you were talking about?" Renge asks.
"She's in our year. Didn't you know that?"
"No. Do you expect me to know everyone in our year?I don't have that sort of brains!"
"Well, then. Tamaki has more customers than there are in our year. Does he have better brain than you?"
"No! I'll always be smarter than that faker!"
"Hmm, I wonder... anyway, she's in Class 1-B and she's really nice. Her voodoo dolls are really cute too... she made one for Nekozawa's entire class for some project, you know."
"Did you say... they entire class..." asks Tamaki, shaking all over.
Nekozawa smiles darkly. "Yes, the entire class. Therefore, there's one of you, too."
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Tamaki runs to a corner of the room, shivering like a just-shorn sheep.
"Is Tamaki in your class, Nekozawa-sempai?" Haruhi asks politely.
"Yes, he is." the cat-boy chuckles.
"I feel your pain," Haruhi says decidedly. "He's annoying enough as is, and I only see him after school."
"He's not that annoying," says Shashuko. "His over-reacting and over-assuming is hilarious. He's like Aaya from Fruits Basket!"
"He is he is!"
"Well, I guess what my mom said is true--- people like Ayame are only funny if it's not you they're annoying. If I was Yuki, I'd probably hate the guy!"
"Haruhi-kun is like Yuki," noted one of the fangirls. "He even looks a lot like a guy!"
"Well, that is true. Now that I think of it, Haruhi is a lot like Yuki."
"Maybe we should make them do a Fruits Basket Cosplay sometime!"
"Excellent idea... I think I'm going to need a camera if we keep cosplaying. Then I can show all my friends when I go home for Christmas!"
"You're leaving at Christmas?"
"Don't worry, I'll come back. Hey! Maybe I'll have a slideshow party! With all the pictures I take! Then the camera will have to be digital, though... ah well. I did save some souvenir money... watch out! I'm gonna buy one and takes lotsa pics!"
"We do need better photographers," Kyouya notes. "We may just have to buy you the camera ourselves. But if we don't make enough profits off your photos to cover the cost, you will have to pay back the money yourself."
'Eek! A debt from Kyouya? That's one thing my greedy soul doesn't desire.' Shashuko thinks to herself. 'Ah, well. They buy those crappy, fuzzy photos already, so I'll take extra good ones!' And-- free camera! I can't afford to pass this one up.'
"Okay, Kyouya-sempai, it's a deal. I'll do it!"