So, here we go! Along for another ride in the crazy world of the Host Club! This chapter will be deep, a little intense, and, of course, hilarious (as per OHSHC guidelines ;))! So, here we go! *Plays "Sakura Kiss"*
Chapter 2: Welcome to the Host Club- Part 2
Hikaru, Kaoru, Tamaki, and I all made it back to Ouran. Once inside, the twins lead me up several flights of stairs, and straight to an abandoned music room with Tamaki dragging his feet behind us. When the twins each opened up a door to Music Room 3, an extreme white glow radiated from the room and red rose petals flowed out as if on a breeze. That's so dumb. As if rose petals would attract me. I roll my blue eyes behind my glasses. When I can actually see inside, I see tables, chairs, sofas, tea, sweets, so many female Ouran students, and three male students. All are arranged throughout an elegant room. The twins made a show of gesturing inside and saying sweetly "Welcome to the Host Club!"
Great. I just so happened to meet the Host Club on the street. "Crap. I should have known you three weirdos were from the Host Club. This just makes my day even worse!" I had dubbed that day "the worst day of my life."
"Who are you calling weirdos? The boss is the only weirdo here." Hikaru revised.
"And do you have a problem with our Host Club?" Kaoru questioned me.
"I would appreciate it if you did not answer that question with all of our guests here, if you please." I turned away from the twins to see who had spoken. He was relatively tall, had black hair, wire-rimmed glasses (much like my own), and dark eyes. He held a book in the crook of his arm, and had a pen poised and ready. "And considering the state you all are in, I'll have the guests leave now anyway." He turned away from us, cleared his throat, and projected "Excuse me! We have some personal matters to attend to now, so if you would all please leave. We will make it up to you all with a surprise for cutting this afternoon short." He turned back to us. "You four might want to step inside before you're run over." We did so, and just as we did all the girls rushed out the door in disappointment.
"Hey, where's Haru-chan? Shouldn't she be with you guys?" I heard a cute male voice ask. I looked around and then down. I saw an adorable honey-blond boy. He didn't look old enough to be wearing a high school uniform. He looked up at me with big, warm brown eyes. "Who are you? You're awfully pretty. Why aren't you a guest?" He asked.
"Oh, I'm Kohaku, but most people call me Kuro. I have no interest in being a guest." I replied.
"The boss ran into her on the sidewalk. She was knocked into a puddle, so we brought her back here to dry off and change. I'm assuming the boss was running because he made Haruhi angry. But he doesn't want to admit it." The twins explained.
"So, Haru-chan's still at the supermarket?" The short blond kid asked the twins.
"Yeah. But I would expect her to be back soon. It shouldn't take that long to get coffee." Hikaru replied.
"Oh, okay!" the boy seemed satisfied. He turned to me and pleaded with his eyes as he said "Would you like to come eat some cake with me?"
As I was about to answer no, another guy came up to the blond. "Mitsukuni, let her change." He was taller than the rest of them. He had short, black, messy hair, and dark eyes. His expression seemed to always be neutral. Everyone in this club seemed to be different.
The short one beamed at the tall one and said "Okay! Takashi, you, Usa-chan, and I can eat cake then!" He ran excitedly to a table full of cake with a stuffed, pink rabbit in one seat.
I felt a hand on each of my shoulders start pushing me forwards. I looked behind me to see it was the twins. "The changing rooms are this way, Kohaku. We can answer all of your questions when you're done. Do you have your uniform?" They said as they lead me to a room full of curtains.
"Yes, I do." I said rather aggravated.
"Well, okay." They pushed me behind one of the curtains, bag and all. I turned around once I got over my initial shock. I saw a dressing room with a plush sofa and a full length mirror. Once I was sure the twins were gone, I stripped off my damp layers (by then all they were, was damp) and put on my uncomfortable Ouran uniform. I thought about what the twins had told me on the way back to Ouran. They explained that Tamaki Souh often acted like he had (he'd gone directly to a corner to sulk once we had entered the club room). He had a creepy obsession with their friend Haruhi. Haruhi, they said, was at the supermarket buying coffee for the club. Apparently, Tamaki got on Haruhi's nerves a lot.
I finished putting on my uniform and looked at myself in the mirror. My long black hair was pulled back behind me. My split bangs framed my medium face. Two bright aqua eyes shone behind my silver wire glasses. My thin frame was obvious in the uniform. The white stockings covered up my unshaven legs. I was someone I didn't want to be in this uniform; someone, like everyone else. That's what I hated most about this uniform. It said I was a rich girl. I was made into a soft yellow covered porcelain doll. I was but a plaything for boys like the hosts.
"So, Kyoya. Who exactly is she?" the twins tried to lean on his shoulder and look at his book. He took a step forward casually, causing the twins to bump into each other.
"Kohaku Ayane Hana Kurosawa. Her family owns a major video game production company. She has an older brother and a younger brother. The company head is planning to run a major monopoly, so my sources tell me." Kyoya answered with a know-all air.
"Video game company?" The twins grinned at each other.
"Yes. A quite successful one in Europe, apparently." Kyoya added.
Just then the door opened and Haruhi walked in carrying a large paper bag. "Sorry it took so long, you guys. There was a big sale and a lot of people. Both the coffee and the ramen were on sale so I bought several of both, considering you consume them both so quickly, senpai." She aimed that last bit at Tamaki. Tamaki jumped up out of his corner and rushed up to Haruhi.
"So you're not angry with Daddy anymore?" he gave her his best puppy dog face.
"Um, no." It was obvious to everyone else in the room that she was lying, but Tamaki didn't notice.
"So, you were angry with him then." The twins came up and draped themselves around Haruhi.
"Well, yeah. He wouldn't stop pestering me! He kept bringing things to me and asking questions every second!" Haruhi replied. Tamaki went back to his corner.
One of the side doors opened up, and a girl in a yellow Ouran uniform slipped through carrying a black bag. All the hosts stared at the changed girl. She had gone from a messy tomboy, to an elegant young lady.
"Ah, there you are Kohaku. Now that Haruhi's here too, we can introduce you to everyone." Hikaru said, breaking the silence of stares. Tamaki rose yet again from his corner. He stood with his sophisticated air and walked over to Kuro.
"I'll start with the third years." He announced. "This is Honey senpai. He's our boy-lolita type. And behind him is Mori senpai. He's our strong-silent type." He was getting into at this point. "Next we have Kyoya Ootori. He's our cool type." Then he pointed at the twins. "They are Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin. Our little devils, and our brotherly love package. And over by the door we have our newest member, scholarship student Haruhi Fujioka; our natural!" He turned around quickly to face me. "And I am Tamaki Suoh, the princely type. But you can call me king!" He threw his hands into the air at this last point. "So are you sure you don't want to be a guest in our club of beauty?" He changed into seductive Tamaki when he asked this of me.
I gave him a disgusted look. "Are you sure you don't want another taste of my fist?" He shank back a little both at the memory and at the violence that a pretty young lady could harbor. "Alright, look. I appreciate you allowing me to change here, but I need to go now. I have stuff to do." I didn't actually have anything productive to do; just a game to get back to…
"That's it! What do you have against our club?!" Hikaru practically yelled at me.
"Are you sure you want me to answer that? I will not hold anything back for the sake of your feelings. You'll get the cold hard truth." I informed them.
"I don't mind considering all the guests have left. So, as far as I'm concerned, go ahead." Kyoya replied casually.
"Any of you jerks who don't want hear this, leave now." No one moved. Well, with the exception of Kyoya's pen. "I find this club demeaning and insulting towards girls. As far as I'm concerned, the whole point of this club is for you all to get attention! All that you say to those girls is just fake! I don't understand how they can't see that! I don't understand how they can't understand the obvious truth! You're all flattering several girls at once, how would they not get jealous if they truly had feelings for a specific host?! And the girls themselves are practically reduced to just playthings for you narcissists! And you!" I point at Haruhi. "How can you be okay with all this?! As a girl with a scholarship I would think you would understand this!" I stopped to breathe and to take in their reactions.
"What?! Haruhi's not a girl! Why would you think Haruhi's a girl?!" Tamaki tried to convince me in an unconvincing outburst. I shot him an irritated look. Haruhi did as well.
"While you do make some good points, you have a few of your facts incorrect. Our king created this club to make people happy. He does quite well in succeeding in that goal. While he may still be a narcissistic idiot who enjoys attention," Tamaki's face flushed from the insult, "he still has a way with people. And if it weren't for him, none of us would be here now, doing what we enjoy and being ourselves." I kept my expression angry. I was not going to give in easily. "How about this? In return for attacking Tamaki, you spend time with the Hosts. In fact, we can make this an even better deal. I know about the little secret your family's been hiding. So, for my silence you spend an afternoon with each host; with the exception of Tamaki. Spend two afternoons with him. If you realize you were wrong, you become a permanent guest of the Host Club. If you make us see that we're the ones at fault, we'll leave you alone and disband the club. Either way, your secret is safe as long as you cooperate." He chuckled a little at the thought. He's so cold.
"That's blackmail!" I said with my mouth agape at his obvious satisfaction.
"So, do we have a deal?" Kyoya ignored my accusation.
"It would seem I don't have much of a choice." I agreed angrily.
"Excellent!" he gave me a smug grin. "Your first afternoon starts tomorrow. You'll be with Tamaki. Meet him here right after school ends." Kyoya snapped his book shut and went over to his laptop. I looked around at everyone else. Mori wore a passive expression, Honey had his eyes wide open and his mouth in an "o" shape, Haruhi looked horrified, the twins looked like it was the most normal thing in the world, and Tamaki looked terrified (of me, mostly).
I let out a frustrated sigh, slung my bag over my shoulder, and left without another word.
Oh Kyoya, Kyoya, Kyoya. What profit could you possibly make from that? And did you admit that you actually enjoy the host club?! What?! So, what secret is the Kurosawa family is hiding? Find out in the nest episode, um, chapter of Ouran High School Host Club's Operation Kuro! ;)