undertow13: Thanks! Hahaha, I love Kyoya and Haruhi pairings too but to be honest, I'm just going with the flow of the story. I don't really know who Haruhi will end up with. Hopefully it'll be with Kyoya. (; Would love it if you review even if it's not the pairing you want.
miharu365: Thanks for the advice. To be honest, I actually know that rule but I just can't bring myself to follow it. I will try, but I tend to get lost in what I'm writing and don't really notice. Hope it won't be a big problem though. ^^
Dark Inu Fan: My point exactly! I have to write 1000+ words to convey it and you do it in a few words. Sigh.
I'm not even going to try to defend myself for being gone this long. I hope this will make it up to all of you!
Strangely enough, they managed to reach the hotel in time for Haruhi's appointment.
Well, maybe the fact that the chauffeur drove at a breakneck speed had something to do with it.
The hotel belonged to the Brooks' family. Haruhi, followed by six boys who were slightly in awe of seeing her in this new role, walked into the elaborately done up lobby, nodding to some of the servants who recognized her and bowed slightly to her as she walked briskly to her destination.
She soon stopped in front of a door that had a small plate on it that read "VIP Lounge". The servant standing in front of it opened the door as soon as he saw her with a small bow and said, "Good to see you're on good time, Miss Tamora."
The Hosts trailing her were shocked at how informal the butler was with Haruhi. She was practically his boss! And yet he dared to use her given name so casually. Hikaru was just about to rebuke the rude man when Haruhi chuckled slightly.
"It's all thanks to Yuri and Jake. The two of them could win any race as long as they're paired up."
The servant looked pleased. "Ah, yes, Jake has the family blood in him, he does. I suppose he drove at an appalling speed again today?"
"Of course. He wouldn't be able to sleep at night if he didn't speed at least once," Haruhi was grinning from ear to ear. She glanced at her watch. "Oh dear, I'm almost late. Has Yamina reached yet?"
"Yes he has. He is inside right now, along with his brother. I have not gone in so I haven't a clue as to why the two maidservants came running out giggling just now. I have not heard from them since, too. Are you sure that boy is a gentleman, Miss Tamora?"
"I'm pretty sure he is, sir. If he did anything wrong, I'll make him pay for it," her grin stretched.
The servant smiled and bowed again, this time maintaining it. The seven students walked into what seemed like a cloak room and turned to the left where another door was. There were no servants inside here but the door swung open by itself when it's sensors picked up movement below it.
The six Hosts could do nothing but stare. Behind the door was….chaos.
A tall man, though not as tall as Mori, had a small raven-haired boy sitting on his shoulders. That would be perfectly normal except the small boy had his hands around the man's eyes and he was running, actually running after another boy while the kid on his shoulders shouted directions to him. He was grabbing air in front of him, trying to catch the laughing boy who was running frantically around the furniture.
The boy on feet was probably no more than eight, as was the boy on the man's shoulders, and had a shock of striking red hair that seemed too red to be natural.
The two boys caught movement at the door and turned to see Haruhi and the Hosts walk through. They laughed harder when they saw the range of expression on the newcomers' faces. Shock for Tamaki, Surprise then glee on the twins' faces, and amusement on Haruhi's. The other three Hosts didn't really know how to react so they didn't bother reacting.
The young boys exchanged a look that Haruhi interpreted as one that would spell trouble for her. Just as she was about to say something, though, the redhead ran towards the Hosts and stood there, waiting for the man to follow. The dark-haired kid shouted instructions to the man to where his friend was standing.
"There! Right there! Grab him! Hurry!" He shouted excitedly when the man stopped in front of the group. He quickly circled his arms around his prey and tightened his arms until the small form (well, small for him) was almost crushed into his body. A huge smile broke out over his face but was replaced with a bit of a frown when he realized something.
"Are…Chioke-chan, you feel different." He started to feel the arms of his captive but the boy on his shoulders – who still had his hands around the man's eyes – excitedly yelled, "Punish! Remember the punishment you promised Chioke if he got caught! Kiss him! Kiss him!"
"Kiss….?!" Haruhi blinked confusedly. What kind of punishment was a kiss?!
Feeling the form in his arms start to struggle, the man tightened his arms more. "Oh, come on Chioke-chan! It's just a peck on the forehead, nothing big. And you agreed to it, didn't you?" He leaned down and felt the boy's body move even more frantically.
Not bothering to tell Chioke to stop moving, as he figured that the kiss would shut him up well enough, he planted his lips almost roughly on the boy's forehead. Belatedly, he realized he had misjudged the height of the boy and instead, had landed his lips on….another pair of lips. Screams of laughter echoed throughout the whole room and the boy on the man's shoulder lost his balance. Luckily for him, he landed on a couch behind the man. His giggles continued unheeded as the man, who still had his eyes shut, arranged himself and his captive more comfortably. He couldn't seem to break the kiss. True, the poor boy in his hands must be completely petrified, if he were to go by how stiff his body was.
Deciding that he might as well make the most out of this, since it's undoubtedly just a one time deal – he didn't swing that way – he deepened the kiss, causing the small boy to protest. Or at least, he tried to.
"Shut up for a minute, will you?" He murmured against the strangely soft lips before delving back in. Standing just inside the room, unnoticed by the man who was bent over the form in his arms, completely absorbed, the Host club were all….still. They didn't exactly know how to react. When they saw him slip a hand into soft hair, Tamaki snapped out of his trance, causing the others to come to their senses too.
"NOOOOOO! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING YOU MADMAN! LET GO IMMEDIATELY! THIS IS RAPE, I TELL YOU! RAPE! AND YOU DARE DO THIS IN PUBLIC!?!" He made to run forward to break the kiss but Honey and Mori held him back.
"Tama-chan! Stop that! Panicking isn't good for your health. Stop it, please!"
Kaoru planted himself in front of the King, blocking his view. "GET OUT OF MY WAY KAORU! I NEED TO STOP THIS! NOOOO! THE PURITY! THE PURITY IS ALL GONE!" Tears were streaming out of his eyes.
Hikaru stood next to his brother. "I know you're righteous, Milord, but saying purity like that really gives me the idea of a pervert," he drawled, making Tamaki blush and stutter something in broken Japanese.
The twins turned to look at the two people behind them. "Honestly, why does Haruhi choose the weirdest characters to be friends with?" Kaoru voiced both their thoughts with a shake of his head. Hikaru shrugged.
Tamaki, who had regained some of his scattered sense, straightened himself up and walked towards the couple. Honey and Mori followed, suspicious of their friend's sudden calmness.
After all, he was notorious for his lack of it.
He stopped within a few meters of them, unsure of what to do.
"Um, hey. Sir, could you please stop….that?" he asked hesitantly.
The man looked up, forcing himself to break the kiss when he realized that there were others in the room with him. His eyes, which were the same color as Haruhi's shone with confusion as he let his gaze travel over the group in front of him. His eyes locked with another pair of brown ones paired with a toothy grin and framed by a shock of red hair. He blinked.
If his supposed captive was standing over there, then who was the person he had his arms wrapped around and who, he belatedly noticed, was wriggling even harder in an attempt to break away? Reluctantly, and before his mind could take over and direct him out the door at a dash, he turned his face down to the squirming mass in his arms. He blinked again, repeating the action several times as his eyes took in the features of the person in his arms and his mind attempted to convert those enraged dark eyes that were framed by glasses which flashed when they reflected the light and the abused lips that were pulled back in a silent snarl into a face that had a name attached to it. After several minutes of blinking and silence, he finally dropped his arms away, pulling back slowly.
"It's been some time, Kyoya," he said with a casualty he didn't feel, trying hard to convince himself that running away wouldn't benefit him at such a late stage. However, he couldn't help the grin that took over his face as Kyoya's expression went blank.
"Honestly Ace, I know you said that you thought Kyoya was good-looking, but I always thought you were as straight as an arrow." The man named Ace turned to Haruhi, the grin on his face widening considerably.
"Well, technically, when you shoot an arrow it goes in an upwards arc, not in a straight line, though if you're referring to the shape of the arrow, then I suppose that you're right," he stated amicably, as though he had just been asked the time.
He threw a glance at Kyoya who still looked slightly lost, his expression that of someone who was trying hard to remember something that was just out of his grasp. "You were also right in assuming that I was straight. I assumed that too," his grin turned playful and he slipped an arm around Kyoya, drawing the boy out of his reverie.
Kyoya blinked up at him for a moment before stating in his usual dry tone, "I knew I remembered that grin from somewhere."
Ace sighed happily, wrapping his arms once more around Kyoya in a bear hug. Kyoya froze, chanting repeatedly in his head that it would do him no good to kill the man. "I knew you'd remember me! Though I must say, I was pretty worried there for a second that you'd forgotten me." He said happily as he let go of Kyoya, this time removing all skin ship with him.
"You were the only one besides Tammy I couldn't threaten, idiot, of course I'd remember you. And what's this about you being gay? I thought that you had a permanent crush on T - " The rest of his sentence was cut off by Ace who clamped his hand hurriedly over Kyoya's mouth. He grinned sheepishly at the others before turning to glare at Kyoya who just arched an eyebrow, his eyes voicing his amusement since his mouth was handicapped.
"I don't believe I have ever confessed to batting for the other team," Ace drawled, releasing Kyoya after he was sure the boy wouldn't finish his sentence. "Though I must say that doing so would entail some… interesting perks," his eyes roamed appreciatively over Kyoya. In return, he got a glare and he had the vague feeling that the temperature in the room dropped considerably.
The twins were oddly quiet, Tamaki even more so, Haruhi thought absentmindedly. The King would have pounced on the man the moment he pulled Kyoya in for a hug and yet there was no reaction, no screaming, no…nothing.
"Haru-chan!" Haruhi looked down, startled out of her thoughts at Honey who was tugging lightly on her arm his face scrunched up as he tried to hold back tears.
"What is it, senpai?" She asked worriedly.
"I think they're dead!" He cried, throwing himself at Haruhi and clinging on to her waist. Haruhi stared down at her sobbing senpai and then looked to where Mori was setting Kaoru down on one of the couches next to Tamaki and Hikaru. The twin slumped forward.
"Ah, so that was why it was so quiet," she muttered as the grin that had momentarily disappeared from her face at Honey's outburst came back. She knew that there was nothing to worry about, that the three of them had probably just passed out at seeing Kyoya calmly take what Ace had thrown at him. If they had truly died, Mori wouldn't be smiling like that, she knew.
Haruhi blinked, snapping her head back to stare at Mori. Mori was smiling? When the said boy caught her stare, his smile immediately disappeared and he resumed his usual stoic expression. She turned around to where Ace and Kyoya stood, their eyes glued to the three slumped boys on the couch.
Ace turned confused and worried eyes to Haruhi, "What's up with them?"
She shrugged in return. "You'll find out soon enough when they wake up and murder you for molesting Kyoya."
Haruhi laughed as Ace paled and threw a glance at Kyoya, silently begging him to refute what she said.
Kyoya mirrored Haruhi's actions and walked over to a couch that was perpendicular to where the three unconscious bodies sat. He sat down and motioned for the raven-haired boy who had been sitting quietly on the couch he had fallen on to sit next to him. "It's been some time, little man," Kyoya greeted the boy as he obliged and moved to sit next to him.
The boy smiled brightly, "It's been a very long time, Uncle."