The afternoon moved quickly; rumors of a host club joining the school's extracurricular schedule moved from ear to ear as a virus slips through a mob, and quite soon enough, no less than half the female student body had formed the "Beautiful Boy Network" or "BBN" for short. This organization specialized in the "professional photography" of any event in which the name Tamaki Suoh, Kyouya Ootori, Hikaru Hitachiin, Kaoru Hitachiin, Takashi Morinozuka, or Mitsukuni Honinozuka appeared in the program…under any listing.
In the hosting of the girl's dormitory, Haruhi had become quite familiar with this particular organization and was profusely gracious that she, currently, was only considered to be "moderately affiliated" with the host club. This acquitted her from involuntary photo shoots and unplanned fashion shows. Much to her dismay, however, it did not end the incessant stream of scowls and snide remarks thrown her way by jealous onlookers.
Ahiru returned from supplementary practice on a Wednesday afternoon to find the brunette passed out cold on the floor of her small top-floor dorm.
"Haruhi?" The graceless, duck-like ballerina balanced herself precariously on a rickety, wooden stool to pull open her heavy, grey, swansdown drapes. "Haruhi, it's time to wake up now." As the last word rolled off Ahiru's tongue, a faint knock sounded at the girls' room. "Just a minute," the slight redhead called, springing, not without difficulty, from the oak seat. Peripherally, Ahiru could see Haruhi's slender form stir gently as she pulled open the door. Standing behind the door frame in an innocent blue blazer was, as most would not assume, a tender-eyed boy of around the same age as Haruhi, clutching a soft-pink rabbit plush in his lovely hands. From behind his silken curtain of luscious, blonde locks, a large, wide pair of maple-brown orbs gazed timidly up at the lanky redhead. "Oh, hello Honey-kun!" Ahiru chimed gleefully. "I'm afraid Haruhi is…asleep…" Ahiru wondered how Honey had been permitted to enter the girl's dormitory, but the thought soon dissipated upon processing the ingenuous nature of his appearance.
"That's okay," the blonde boy smiled. "I just came to drop something off." Honey carefully produced a folded envelope from the pocket of his jacket. "Here; it's two tickets to the play tonight," the boy smiled. Of course, Honey was referring to the production that Hikaru and Kaoru had been selected for. "We didn't want to have to try to track you guys down in the main courtyard." With childlike charm, the short blonde flashed a heart-stopping smile and gave a slight bow. Ahiru returned the gesture with half the grace and grinned somewhat uneasily.
"See, the thing is Haruhi…well, I think she's passed out…" Honey tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. "I came home a couple minutes ago and found her like this." Ahiru ushered the boy in with her left hand. Handsomely, the chibi host strolled in, crouching at the side of the only female member the host club had.
"Haruhi…" His small, bell like voice sounded as he raised the plush rabbit above Haruhi's stolid face and tickled her nose slightly. With a soft groan, the short-haired brunette sat up, rubbing her eyes wearily.
"You're awake!" Ahiru laughed. "Good! We have to get dressed for the play!" Honey smiled and giggled, a rather feminine tone.
"I'll see you guys tonight then," he smiled, leaving quietly. The old door creaked conspicuously behind him and shut with a subdued click.
"You passed out?" Ahiru inquired.
"Yeah… Ballet is a lot more exhausting than it looks," Haruhi admitted sheepishly, yawing once.
"Oh, yeah… Mister Cat takes one day a month to work us all to death," she beamed with far too much enthusiasm.
Not bothering to knock, Pike and Lillie came toppling through Ahiru's door in a flurry of giggles.