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Ch.6

On Monday, Haruhi had made up her mind. She would be a Host. She was nervous about telling them that and that only made the morning classes fly by. She walked slowly to the club room after lunch, dreading the job she would have to do. The dread was quickly replaced with shock and anger when she got outside the club door. A 4ft x 3ft billboard was sitting on a stand next to the door. It was a picture of her with a huge smile on her face at the gazebo. The words next to her said that she was the newest host and told all her fine qualities. What angered her the most was that they had already made her a host without her permission. And when had they taken that picture?!

She stormed through the door ready to confront them when she was almost trampled by a group of guys. They swarmed around her like the girls around the Hosts. A hand reached through the throng of people and pulled her out. What the... She was gently pushed onto a couch and one by one guys came and sat around her. She had no idea what was going on. Haruhi looked around for the other members, but they were entertaining ladies in their own area. All the guys were talking at once.

"It's awesome that they have a girl host."

"You are so pretty."

"What's your favorite color?"

"What grade are you in?"

"I like your eyes."

"Smile for us Haruhi."

"What do your parents do?"

"Your hair looks really soft?"

"Do you watch anime?"

There were so many questions that she didn't know who to answer first. Haruhi held up her hand and they were silenced instantly.

With a winning smile ,she said," One at a time please."

That worked better than expected. They were practically swooning. Slowly, she got to know each boy and they got to know her as well. Her throat began to hurt from so much talking and she was about to pour herself some tea when a guy pulled the kettle out of her hands and did it for her. She was about to protest, but a look from Tamaki made her stop. Her job was to feel like a princess. Though, she did notice that a lot of the girls in the room were glaring at her. Near the end of the hour, boys started leaving. They all gave her compliments and promised to be back the next day. She got up to go talk to Kyoya who was alone like her. She was exhausted. She had no idea how much work it was to be a host.

Halfway to Kyoya, a girl stepped into her path, holding a slice of cake. She was ready to greet the girl kindly but...

"Commoners like you have no right to be here, let alone impose on these guys. I have no idea why they picked you as a host."

She leaned forward as if she was going to trip and smashed the cake onto Haruhi's dress.

"Oops," she said.

Kyoya was by her side in an instant. He took one look at the mess and them at the girl," You are hereby banned from the Ouran Highschool Host Club for the next four months. You have just damaged private property and assaulted someone. If you come here again, it will result in a lawsuit. Effective immediately."

"But I..." The girl started to cry.

Kyoya had no soft spot," That was tasteless and classless. Like I said, Effective. Immediately."

She ran from the room crying.

"Are you alright Haruhi?"

"I'm fine. It was only a little cake." She tried to rub away some of the cake with a tea towel.

"No don't do that! You dab, not rub with this type of material." He took the towel from her and began dabbing at the icing.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that they both realized that he was dabbing at her chest. The other guys who were finishing up with their girls had noticed too. They weren't even paying them any attention anymore and were completely focused on what Kyoya was doing with Haruhi. Both turned red and Haruhi took the towel back.

"I... I can do it m...Myself."

"Okay."

The girls, frustrated at not being fawned over, got up and left, shooting daggers at Haruhi. There was an awkward silence as everyone just stared at each other. Suddenly, the bell rang and Haruhi was the first to leave. Hikaru and Karou would not look at her for the rest of the day. She didn't have any other friends, so she had to settle for schoolwork. The cake had left and ugly stain on her dress and she knew it was dry clean only. She wouldn't be able to wear it tomorrow. Everytime she passed a girl in the hallway they would snicker at her or glare. What had she ever done to them? School could not end soon enough. The second the last bell sounded, Haruhi was leaving. She grabbed her bag and her school books. The books wouldn't fit in her bag because the zipper was broken and it wouldn't close. She was walking out the front door, when she noticed that it was eerily deserted. There were no no people around. At all. Had she missed the memo? Haruhi cautiously walked through the entryway. Suddenly, she was drenched in ice water. Bucket after bucket after bucket poured over her head, drowning her. The schoolbooks were knocked out of her hands and the contents of her bag were swept away by the current. As quickly as it started it stopped. She was freezing. Haruhi could barely comprehend the girls emerging from the bushes or from inside the school, laughing and pointing. She looked up. Girls holding buckets were laughing down at her. Among them was the girl who had insulted her earlier.

People began pulling out cameras and taking pictures.

Someone said,"Show us your smile, Haruhi."

Haruhi tried as best she could to cover her body as the dress became see through and clung to her. It was all too much. The tears fell despite her protests and she sunk to the ground on her knees. The laughing only got louder. She wished she could sink into the concrete below her. What had she done to deserve this?

"That's for getting me kicked out of the Host club."

She couldn't reply. From nowhere, strong arms rapped around her and picked her. She couldn't look. She didn't want to look at anyone. The person began walking away from the group of laughing girls. She was set into a car and thats when she finally opened her eyes. She was in a huge limo. Kyoya entered the car from the other side and sat next to her. Not looking at her. The car began moving. He had somehow managed to get all of her drenched items as well and he sat them at her feet. She didn't even care where they were going, just that he had saved her.

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