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Damn Rich Bastards
7. Word Association
"Haruhi, say the first thing that comes to mind for each word, alright?"
"Fine, Hikaru." Haruhi sat slumped on one of the couches surrounded by the other Host Club members. The customers of the day had just left, the room had been cleaned and a break was being had.
"The first thing, remember," repeated Hikaru as he sat down on her right.
"Fine." What shall I make for dinner?
"It has to be one word, the first word," said Kaoru, sliding into the empty seat on her right.
"Fine." If I leave in ten minutes, I can catch the next train.
"And you have to honest," they chorused together, each poking her in the side simultaneously.
"Fine. Just hurry up, alright?" What exactly have I gotten myself into this time?
"Yay, okay!" cheered the twins before both settled back with matching smirks.
"Let's begin," said Hikaru. "Ouran Academy."
"School," Haruhi replied, adding in an undertone: "A ridiculous school."
"Tamaki-senpai," said Kaoru.
"Annoying." The Host Club King's cry was ignored. "Ridiculous also applies."
"One word, Haruhi," reminded Hikaru, "Kyoya-senpai."
"Debt Lord. And Shadow King. And-"
"Haruhi. Honey-senpai," interrupted Kaoru
"Cakes. And martial arts. And stuffed anima-"
"Seriously, what is so hard to understand about one word?" cried Hikaru.
"You lot? One word? Impossible. Are we done?" asked Haruhi, reaching for her bag.
"No! Mori-senpai," continued Kaoru.
"Fine. Let's see... Kendo. Tall. Silent."
"Kaoru," said Hikaru quickly.
"Younger."
"...Hikaru?" asked Kaoru haltingly.
"Older."
"Now she uses one word," grumbled the twins in unison.
"Can I go home now?"
"Last one, promise. The Host Club," they said.
"Damn rich bastards."