Ch. 15: the photoshoot part 1
"No! I refuse to come out," Haruhi protests leaving the dressing room. She's wearing a black and blue mini skirt, with a white blouse and a black and blue loose tie. She has on black shoes that have a bit of heel to them, and white knee high stockings. On each side of her head are extensions, putting her hair up into curly pigtails.
"Come one Haruhi," the Hitachiins pause, ginning mischievously at each other. "Or we can cone in there and get you."
"Fine," Haruhi sighs.
"So we can come in? Sweet!" the twins reply in amusement.
Mori places a hand on each twins' shoulder. "That's not what gentlemen are like," he warns, much to quietly for Haruhi to hear.
"No! I'll be out in a moment." She takes a deep breath, and slowly steps out of the curtained dressing area. The whole host club gapes at her, all except the two most stoic members of course.
"Haru looks super cute!" Honey gushes, giggling while he squeezes his bunny.
Tamaki puts his hand on his forehead, trying to prevent himself from looking at how adorable Haruhi looks. His cheeks start to turn pink, but soon enough, his whole face is tomato red. He removes his hands, placing them onto his cheeks and starts to wiggle. "So Cute!" Tamaki exclaims.
Tamaki's mind theatre... 3... 2... 1...
A struggling Tamaki is sitting at a desk, text books are spayed all over. Haruhi struts into the room, wearing her school girl outfit. She stands behind Tamaki, giving him a massage.
"Oh Tamaki dear, are you having trouble? Here, let me help you." Haruhi pushes the books off the desk, and straddles his lap. "All better," she tilts her head, satisfied with what she has done.
Tamaki's mind theatre ends.
"You must help me!" Tamaki outbursts, clearly still in his day dream.
Kyoya writes down notes in his notebook. "Usually your thoughts are incoherent, but that one is an understatement."
The twins snicker. "Seems like Boss is having another pervy thought," they say together in sync.
"Yeah, and he..." Koaru starts.
"Calls us shady," Hikaru finishes for his brother.
Kyoya snaps his notebook closed. He fixes his glasses on the top of his nose, and coolly walks up to Haruhi. He circles around her, inspecting her, observing her body language. She's nervous, he concludes. He stops walking, standing right in front of her. "Haruhi," he says. He then leans in, and kisses her, right in front of the whole host club.