Ten minutes later, Tamaki is lying, eyes closed, drenched in sweat and panting on the couch, an arm flung over his face. Kyouya appraises his condition, looking at him over the back of the couch.

"You really are out of shape. What do you do all day?"

"I don't want to talk. I wanna sleep." Tamaki groaned.

"That's a first" Hikaru snorted.

"Please," Tamaki pleaded, reaching for Kyouya over the top of the couch, "Get me some tea."

Kyouya dexterously avoids Tamaki's hand.

"Please don't touch me with that sweaty hand of yours. My costume will get dirty. It's white..."

"...and lame." Kaoru finished.

"Yeah," Hikaru continued. "Who wears a cape like that, even in manga world?"

"I can also see why you didn't want Tamaki to be from the same manga as you," Kaoru held up a doujin with a picture of a black haired, bespectacled archer lewdly embracing an orange haired, scowling youth.

"These doujins are steamy," he added.

"And not for tender youths to read," Kyouya finished, plucking the doujin from Kaoru's hand and pointing to the 18 warning label.

"Where did you get this?"

"Nowhere..." Hikaru, visibly squirming, quickly changed the subject. "Why aren't you dressed yet, Haruhi?"

Haruhi, looking up from her writing, answered quickly. "I don't want to until the last possible minute."

"And why is that?" Kyouya asked, about ready to smirk.

Haruhi scowled and mumbled, "You of all people should know why."

Kyouya's mouth gave the slightest of twitches, as if his frozen exterior was about to experience the first day of spring, and he's about to smile.

Siting up, his attention perked by anything related to Haruhi (and, to be honest, not wanting to be left out of the convesation), Tamaki had to interject. "Why? Why?

"You'll see." Kyouya answered, a trifle mysterious.

"I'm the leader and founder of this club, so I should be informed of important things!" Under his breath he added, "Especially those concerning my daughter…"

Kaoru looked at Hikaru conspiratorially. "We have some ideas of who she could be."

"Yes…let's go have her try some things on." Hikaru simpered.

The twins began to drag Haruhi behind a wooden screen at one side of the room.

"Why do I have to do this?" Haruhi protested. "I'm already going to be embarrassed enough later."

The twins forcibly push her behind it, and take up their places as guards at the sides.

"Yes, but we're thinking that Kyouya, always thinking about monetary gains and therefore about the costumers' wishes, has cast you as a guy." Kaoru said, standing stiffly at attention.

"Since we most likely can't see you cosplay as a girl during the event, we're having you cosplay before as a girl!"

"We're not letting you out until you put this on!" Hikaru added, throwing some clothes over the screen.

Almost forgetting his bruised limbs, Tamaki leapt off the couch, then landed face first on the floor when his muscles refused to serve his mind. The only part of his body that did do his mind's bidding was his mouth:

"Whose idea was it to have this event? They have my undying love."

Honey stuck out a finger. "It was Mori!"

Tamaki and the twins' heads snapped to Mori, sitting immaculate in his uniform. The collective reaction was a rousing "WHAAAAT???"

"This can't be true!" Tamaki asserted, dumbfounded. He turned to Honey. "You're lying!"

"Nope." Kyouya said, unconcerned. "It was Mori."

"Surely Honey gave him the idea?" Tamaki demanded.

"No." Kyouya repeated. "Mori."

"Are you sure you're remembering correctly?"

"How many times…"

At this point, Haruhi stepped out from behind the screen. "This one isn't too bad, actually, except for the skirt."

She was wearing a school uniform, complete with a plaid skirt hiked up far past her knees, a white blouse, a burgundy blazer, knee socks, and loafers—all of the designer brand. She wore a wig of chin length brown hair. The collective reaction was that of awestruck wonder.

"Eh he he he." said Tamaki, almost unable to form complete words, and keep from drooling.

Haruhi blushed—obviously unaware of the lure of a school girl uniform.

"We thought it was appropriate considering how clumsy you are." Kaoru remarked.

"That was only one time!!" said Haruhi, indignant. "You guys were disturbing when we first met!"

"Also, you have a bad temper like her." Hikaru continued.

Haruhi, starting to talk to herself, mused, "Why didn't I catch it?"

Honey persuing a shoujo manga, given to him by the twins, spoke up.

"She IS like this girl."

"I wouldn't be in this costume if I did…what's wrong with my reflexes?"

Kyoya had walked over to Honey and was reading a bit over Honey's shoulder.

"Hmmm, all she didn't do was punch Tamaki when she was annoyed he was bullying her."

"Oi, don't say my character is a rip-off from an earlier manga!" said Haruhi, startled out of her internal monologue.

Tamaki somehow managed to persuade his unwilling muscles to move, and was trying desperately to enfold Haruhi in his arms. "I would NEVER bully my precious daughter!"

By now all the boys were crowed around Honey, looking at the manga.

"Hmmm," Hikaru pointed at a page. "She's as flat as a board too."

"Yep." agreed Mori.

"Gwah! What is this, another perm haired guy? What is this guy doing? He's touching her…Honey, this is way too steamy for you to be looking at! Give it to me."

Tamaki grabbed the manga. Haruhi immediately knocked the manga out of Tamaki's hand.

"Pervert." she said in a deadpan voice.

"See, you ARE similar…." Hikaru said smugly.

"…always fighting with the male protagonist." Kaoru remarked.

"Tamaki's like the guy too." Kyouya added. "Spoiled…"

"Rich..." said Mori.

"plays the piano..." said Honey.

"over protective…" said Kaoru.

"Hey, both of your characters are rip-offs!" finished Kaoru, laughing.

"I'm much more handsome than this curly brown haired, bad tempered weirdo."

"You certainly beat him in one area," Haruhi said, still deadpan. "Vanity."