Second motto of the Ouran host club…
A good man must be dedicated to extensive research!
"Listen up!" Tamaki shouted, "Today, we investigate the ramen of the common folks!"
"Investigate ramen?" I asked sweat dropping, "What's that got to do with hosting?"
Tamaki stood in front of all the hosts; each of them had a different flavor, "Each of you will make a different type!" Tamaki informed his friends, "I now turn you over to our instructor!"
When Tamaki said that I kinda figured he meant I was supposed to teach the hosts about how to make instant ramen.
"Here's one that takes three minutes and one that takes four minutes. What's the difference?" Hikaru asked as he opened his ramen.
I just sighed and ignored the hosts.
"Do I throw out the hot water?" Kaoru asked
"The mustard powder stings my eyes…" someone cried.
I stood next to Tamaki when Takashi walked up to me and said, "The seasoning's on the lid…"
"Yeah that can happen." I said, "But you can put the toppings under the noodles before you cook it."
"Now that's skill!" Tamaki shouted in amazement, "A unique ramen technique!" Tamaki grabbed my face and said with tears in his eyes, "How marvelous! May I Physically express how moved I am?! How about a thank you kiss!"
"No, you can just let go of my face willingly, or I could forcefully remove your hands."
Tamaki blinked for a moment before my words sunk in and he disappeared to his corner of woe.
"Tamaki come out now." I say bordly, "NO need to go to your corner of woe every time I say something. It just helps shows how depressing and negative I am."
Tamaki left his corner and hugged me tightly shoving my face into his chest. "I'm sorry Harou! I won't leave you to yourself! I'm sorry for making you sad!"
"Tamahi! Lef go uff meh!" my screams of displeasure where muffled by Tamaki's chest that was smooshing my face.
"This doesn't look right, eh, Kaoru?" Hikaru asked his twin as the tow of them stared down Tamaki and me.
"Yeah, Hikaru, a poorly balanced equation, indeed."
"Whaf?" I asked hearing the twins but still was unable to speak without being muffled by Tamaki.
Hikaru started speaking, "Now woman are attracted to good-looking gay guys… and a tension between friendship and love can work, but…"
Kaoru took over from there, "… It takes a pair of twins like us to crank that sort of thing up to maximum danger level. The beauty of symmetry y'know."
"To be loved by two men who have such a close relationship—ah, what a stimulation!" Hikaru said
"The ultimate romance wouldn't you say?" Kaoru said as he and his brother came up to me and pulled me out of Tamaki's grasp then they each put their hands to my face and blew on my ears. Which sent a shiver down my spine from how if felt.
'This is so awkward…' I think bitterly to myself as I glare at the twins when they let go of my face and say in unison,
"But then, that's impossible for you!"
I give the boys a blank look and Tamaki mutters, "So we're back to the problem of appearance…" Tamaki walked up to me and gave me a look over, "These glasses visually enlarge your eyes don't they? Let's see…" Tamaki took off my glasses, examining then, "And such old fashioned specs, too!"
"What's wrong with them?" I asked my face still blank, "I like them, I picked out that style myself anyway." Tamaki didn't answer instead he stared at my face in shock, "Tamaki?" I asked, "You okay?"
"Hikaru! Kaoru!" Tamaki shouted suddenly causing me to jump.
"Yes, sir!" they shouted in unison appearing out of nowhere with scissors, a sheet and a mirror in hand.
Tamaki then ordered the other hosts, "Kyoya, ring up the school tailor! Mori, fetch your spare disposable contacts!"
"And me?" Hunny asked excitedly
"Hunny… eat your cake!" Tamaki commanded
"Right!"
Hikaru and Kaoru ran at me and put me in a padded wooden chair, then started to snip away at my hair.
"Hey, stop it!" I shouted bringing my left hand up to hit Hikaru who was going to start cutting my bangs. But instead I hit the tip of the scissors that were in his hands, causing blood to drip from the large cut that went to one side of my palm to the other.
Hikaru's eyes widened and he dropped the scissors that were in his hands, "Oh my god, Harou! I'm so sorry!" he cried staring at the massive amount of blood that fell from my palm.
I looked down at my bleeding palm, my eyes widened slightly but a blank expression was on my face. I had seen my blood many times before; this wasn't new.
"Harou, are you alright?!" Tamaki asked running over to my side and grabbing my hand
"Tamaki I'm fine. I just need to bandage it."
"You sure?" Tamaki asked nervously looking down at my Palm
"Yeah." I said pushing Tamaki away from me and walk out of the club.
"Harou…" Tamaki muttered, watching me leave.
I walked down the long halls of Ouran, and went to the nurse's office. "Hello?" I called, entering the empty room, "Anyone here?" I walked up to the large sink and turned on the water, dying the water pooling in the bottom of the sink red.
I pulled my hand out of the water and dried it thuroly. Then walked over to the cupboards and opened them, hoping to find some gauze to wrap my hand with.
"Finally!" I sighed in relief when I found a large role of gauze, after about seven minutes of searching. I looked back down at my hand and saw it was bleeding once again, "Man…" I growled rewashing my cut, and sloppily bandaged it. I walked away from the sink and looked for a mirror so I could see how bad my hair had to look.
My nose crinkled in distaste at how short the back of my hair was. It was cut very close to my neck compared to how long it usually was. Though I was grateful that my bangs were still long, or else the scar on my forehead would most definitely show. I sigh and sweep my bangs back and looked at the large 'X' shaped scar that was on the right side of my forehead. It was about an inch or so long, and was very easy to cover up with the make-up Haruhi had when dad would make her his doll.
I let go of my bangs and walk out of the nurse's office, back towards the music room. I opened the door and got attacked by a large amount of rose petals.
"Sigh… why does door always do that?" I asked rubbing my head with my uninjured hand.
"Harou!" an obnoxious set of voices cried pulling me into a tight breath stealing hug. I looked at who was hugging me and saw it was Tamaki and Hunny who were stealing my precious oxygen. The two boys were hugging me like their life depended on it.
"Harou!" Hunny wailed, as large tears fell from his chocolate eyes, "is your hand okay?! Do you need Usa-Chan?!"
I shake my head and pet Hunny's head with my bandaged hand, "Look." I said holding the hand in front of his face, "It's fine, I appreciate the concern, but I'm fine, it was just a scratch."
"You sure?" Hunny asked sniffling
"Yeah." I pushed Tamaki off me, then leaned forwards so Hunny and I were at eye level. "I'm perfectly fine!" I gave Hunny a closed eye smile. The smile was extremely fake but it tricked both of the blondes.
"So Harou you're gonna live?" Hunny asked clutching my arm.
I nodded and asked, "Tamaki, what were you trying to do before I got hurt?"
"Oh…" the purple eyed blonde muttered, "Well since we are gonna make you a host I thought we should make you look the part."
"Okay, well you could have just said that. I don't like it when people come out of nowhere and attack my hair. I mean I have it like this for a reason."
"Reason?" the hosts asked gathering around me.
"Yeah. You know my twin sister Haruhi right? Well with her hair cut like mine it'll be a lot harder for people to tell us apart. So when we got home I was planning on cleaning her hair up. Since my hair was always crazy I figured I'd just make her hair look nice. By the way Tamaki I can't wear contacts. People easily mistake me for a girl when I don't wear my glasses." I reached up and took off my glasses showing the hosts my abnormally large eyes and girly looking face.
"AHH!" Tamaki squealed, "You're so cute!" Tamaki ran up to me and captured me in another breath taking hug, "You look like a princess!"
An irk mark forms on my cheek as I punch Tamaki in the gut with my bandaged hand. Tamaki collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach in pain, as I stood raging above him, clutching my now reopened wound. "Don't call me princess!" I shouted a violent look in my eyes.
"Harou, your wound reopened." Kyoya said walking over to me, ignoring how mad I was and unwrapped my blood stained bandage, "come, and let me help you properly bandage this." With that Kyoya lead me out of the third music room for the second time today, and took me to the nurses office that was still vacant.
I sat on one of the counters in the large office. Kyoya stood in front of me putting disinfection on my palm and wrapped it in clean gauze.
"Sorry…" I muttered looking down at my swinging feet.
"What are you sorry for?" Kyoya asked looking up from my callused hand.
"Well, I feel bad about making you come and have to fix my hand…"
Kyoya shook his head, "It's not a problem Harou, you're part of the host club now. You don't deserve being set out all by yourself. So please, let us help you when we can. You're not alone here."
I stared at Kyoya with wide eyes behind my large glasses. Then looked down at my lap embarrassed, ever since I've met the host club I have always felt kinda nervous. They were so excepting of me, and treated me so much better than other kids did when I was younger.
They didn't treat me like an emotionless freak; they actually tried to get to know me, even just a little bit. I frowned as I looked down at my hands as large drop lets of salty water fell from my eyes.
Quickly I wiped my eyes, and looked down; hopping Kyoya didn't notice my tears. But I failed horribly and Kyoya held my chin, tipping my head back. Forcing me to look in his Smokey gray eyes
"Why are you crying?" Kyoya asked, his voice full of concern
I tore my face out of Kyoya's grip, and wiped my eyes with my sweatshirts long sleeve, "it's nothing." I muttered avoiding Kyoya's gaze.
Kyoya quickly reached over and slipped off my glasses showing my now maroon eyes, "Your eyes…" Kyoya blinked his grey eyes in confusion, "They changed color…"
I nodded my head avoiding Kyoya's eye, "I know it's weird… my eyes make me a freak."
"Who said that?" Kyoya asked a hint of raw anger in his voice. He gently tipped my head back again and stared in my eyes.
My face turned bright red at how close Kyoya's and my face were, Kyoya's nose was just about brushing mine. And I wasn't just blushing from that but also from how he was treating me. Kyoya was acting really sweet, and very out of character from what I knew of him. "Kyoya," I said nervously pushing him back about 5 inches.
"Yes?" he asked unfazed by how close we were.
"Let's go back to the other hosts, I'm all fixed up!" I gave Kyoya a closed eyes smile, and without my knowing his face tinged pink for a moment.
"Right…" he muttered and picked me up from the counter and sat me on the ground.
I pouted at Kyoya, "I could've gotten off myself."
He smiled at me, not one of his fake ones but a real, genuine smile. My face burned cherry red and I turned away from Kyoya. "I know that you could do that yourself," he chuckled, "But I wanted to."
I continued to pout a pink tint to my cheeks. "Let's go," I muttered taking Kyoya's hand and walked back to the club room.
Kyoya arrived at the host club and was attacked once again by Tamaki. Tamaki latched on to my side and cried apologies.
"Tamaki," I said making the apologizing boy shut up for a moment, "It's fine, but don't call me a princess." An irk mark rests on my cheek, "I've heard that one too many times."
"Really?" the idiotic blonde asked in disbelief.
I sourly nodded my head and tried to get rid of the thought when everyone thought I was Haruhi when I didn't wear glasses. Sure Haruhi didn't wear girls' clothing a lot but still it was sad. Mixing me and Haruhi together when we don't even look alike, I mean light brown hair vs. dark brown. Brown eyes vs. reddish brown, are people color blind?!
Tamaki not noticing I was lost in thought griped my hands in his and had sparkles in his eyes. "Harou, can you try on the uniform now?! I really want to see you in it!"
"Fine!" I said ripping my hands from Tamaki and walked into the dressing room where the uniform was set on a stool. I closed the curtain and took out the uniform. It was a light blue blazer, a white button up, black pants and shoes then a black tie with a blue stripe in the middle. I sighed as I slipped off my shirt. The uniform wasn't the worst one I've ever seen, just not my shade of blue. I put on the white button up and the blue blazer over it. I took the tie and looked at it, my eye twitching. I never knew how to tie a tie, when I had to dress up I always wore clip ons, so I just took the tie and lazily wrong it around my neck letting it hang loosely. I quickly changed my pants, but I left my beautiful Osiris' they mainly were bright orange and powder blue but they also had some black and lime green on them. They were my favorite shoes to wear, for one they were super comfortable, and two Haruhi wasn't a fan of high top sneakers so that's defiantly a plus.
I walked out of the dressing room, "So how do I look?" I asked in a monotone voice, my hands behind my head and my glasses still resting on the bridge of my nose.
The hosts stared at me with wide eyes, "KEYOOT!" Tamaki squealed in delight as he attacked me in a tight hug. My face changed a shade of purple as Tamaki shoved my face in the crock of his neck and was slowly cutting off my precious air supply.
"MI Lord! You're killing him!" the twins cried in unison, informing the monstrous blonde that he was taking my life.
Tamaki instantly pulled me out of his hug, but instead rubbed his face against my check crying an apology for nearly killing me.
"Tamaki?" I said calmly, an irk mark pulsing on my check
"Yes?"
"Let go of me."
"I don't wanna…"
"Tamaki?"
"Yes?"
"You realize I will hurt you and feel no regret."
"But I'm your daddy!"
"No.,no you're not… Now let me go."
"…"
My eye brow twitched as I said in an annoyed voice, "Tamaki… let go or I will hate you forever." That was the ticket. Tamaki instantly teleported to his Corner of woe and rocked back in forth sobbing, I turned to the other hosts and pointed to the weeping host, "I'm not apologizing to him." All the hosts but Kyoya looked at me as if I grew another head, "What?" I asked in confusion.
Kyoya smiled as if he didn't notice the crying boy in the corner, "Alright Harou, now that you're all set let's test you out on some guest."
A giant sweat drop slid down the side of my head as Kyoya's glasses shone evilly for a moment. 'You know what? I think I'm gonna regret ever coming to this stupid music room'