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Chapter 5: The Type
After the group hug was over, Tamaki declared the club was dismissed, but Haruhi interrupted.
"Sempai, shouldn't you decide what type Sohma-kun is?"
Yuki asked, "Type?"
Tamaki nodded and gushed about how smart his daughter was. Then the entire Host Club crowded around Yuki, peering intently at his face. Yuki stared back blankly, not understanding.
Hani said, "Gentlemanly?"
Tamaki shook his head. "We are all gentlemen."
"Mysterious?" wondered Haruhi aloud."
"He is, demo we all are in a way," the twins said, grinning. "How about princely?" they offered in perfect synchronization. Suddenly, the whirring of a high-powered motor filled the room. Renge appeared, laughing that queer laugh of hers.
"OH HO HO HO! You've got it all wrong!"
Yuki whispered, "Who is she?"
"Renge-chan/san," everybody replied.
"She's our unofficial manager," piped up Hani.
"Does she always appear like that?"
Everybody nodded.
Renge stepped off her rotating platform and headed towards Yuki. She didn't stop until her face was two inches away from his. Yuki took a step back, but Renge followed.
"Renge-san, remember our talk last week on personal space?" reminded Kyoya.
"Ah. Sorry. But never mind that. I figured out what type Yuki-san is!"
"Nani?"
"He's a bishonen!"
"A what?" everyone asked.
"You know, a bishie!"
When they still looked blank, Renge sighed. "That means guy with feminine features."
"Oh!" exclaimed everybody. They all agreed that type fit Yuki perfectly. Yuki sweatdropped but admitted that others (mainly Kyo and his fanclub girls) also thought that. "Then it's settled! Yuki-kun will be our bishonen type! Club dismissed!" exclaimed Tamaki. "Yuki-kun, you start hosting tomorrow." As they all filed out of the Third Music Room, Yuki was glad that he was successful in joining the club, but worried that the Sohma secret would be found out. He wanted to be their friend, but wasn't sure he could trust him with the secret of their curse. Hopefully he could befriend them and not get their secret revealed. Hopefully.
"Yuki-kun, you're first week at Ouran is almost over. Did you manage to befriend Suoh-san yet?" asked Tohru. Yuki told her everything that happened that day, including the "being labeled a bishie" part. Tohru congratulated him for getting closer to Tamaki, then told him to wash up since it was almost dinner time.
After a almost fight-free meal, Kyo and Shigure were watching television while Yuki helped Tohru clean the dishes. Suddenly, the sharp rings of the phone broke the peaceful silence in the house. Shigure picked up the phone. "Hello?" he asked cheerfully. A short pause, then he spoke again, only this time, his voice was more sober. "Hold on. I'll get him."
Shigure handed the phone to Yuki, who had wandered out of the kitchen during the short conversation. "It's Akito." Yuki felt cold all over. He tentatively said, "Hello, Akito."
God's voice rang in his ears. "Ah, Yuki. It's nice to hear from you."
The terrified nezumi choked out, "You...too."
"You're lying," the cold voice snapped at him, then quieted. "It's already Thursday, your fourth day at Ouran. What is your progress?" Trembling, Yuki slowly told him that he managed to enter Tamaki's club and he seemed to accept him happily. Akito laughed cruelly. "Well that's a first." Yuki wisely ignored the barb, but the taunt still stung.
"However, I am pleased at you rate of progress. Do come visit me sometime." Before Yuki could reply, the line went dead. He dropped the phone back into its cradle and automatically went to help Tohru finish drying the dishes. She could tell his mind was elsewhere after he placed the plates back into the sink for the fifth time. Tohru finally plucked up her courage and asked him what was wrong, so he briefly filled her in on the conversation with Akito. She encouraged him with kind words, then offered to finish drying the dishes by herself. Yuki plodded upstairs to finish his English homework, still worrying about the visit he was going to have to make eventually.
"Kyaa! Who's the new guy? He's so kawaii!" squealed a Host Club customer. The Host Club had a lot of business today, thanks to the newest member. Yuki was charming his designators with his "polite ways and pretty face," as Kaoru and Hikaru put it.
Haruhi said, "Whatever you call it, it's bringing in a lot of girls."
At the end of the day, Yuki had been designated nine time. Kyoya was satisfied. Since they weren't cosplaying today, they didn't have to change and could use the last five minutes talking.
"Sugoi! Designated nine times on your first day! Haruhi didn't get that much!" admired Tamaki. "Oh, my dear daughter, did I offend you???Haruhi stared at him and said, "Hai."
"NOOOOO!" screamed Tamaki from his corner of woe. Yuki sweatdropped. "Does he always do that?"
She sighed and nodded. "Sempai? I was kidding. Get up." Tamaki was still sulking, so she ignored him.
"Is it all right to leave him like that?" Yuki glanced at the moody figure that was so lively just a moment ago.
"Tono can switch moods faster than Hani-sempai can eat a cake," reassured the twins.
Kyoya finished calculating today's profit on his pineapple laptop and closed it with a soft click. "Tamaki? Club time's over," reminded the vice president. "Oh. Club dismissed!" cried 'the king' dramatically. Everybody filed out of the room. Yuki overheard Haruhi asking Kyoya why he wasn't staying and him replying that his work was finished. Hani and Mori said their good-byes and left from the back entrance. The rest of them left from the front.
"Yuki-kun, isn't that your car?" pointed Kyoya.
"Eh? It is." Suddenly the car doors opened and out came five gorgeous people. The only girl of the group was a cheerful brunette with blue eyes that rivaled Haruhi's in size. There was also a guy with reddish hair with exotic feral eyes and a Hani-lookalike. The next person that climbed out had black and white hair and his expression was stuck in neutral. The last person was an adult with golden eyes, dark hair that covered one eye, and dressed smartly like a doctor.
"Yuki-kun! Hi!" smiled Tohru, who just spotted him.
"Yuuuuki! Introduce us to your friends!" giggled the Hani-lookalike, peering curiously at them.
"This is Momiji Sohma, Hatsuharu Sohma, Hatori Sohma, Tohru Honda, and the baka neko."
"Hey! Kuso nezumi, wanna fight?" yelled the orange-haired boy.
The boy with bicolored-hair intervened. "No. Yuki hasn't told us who his friends are." He turned to the Host Club (minus Hani and Mori). "My name it Hatsuharu. Haru for short. What's yours?" His blank stare was freaking them out slightly, so Tamaki hurriedly replied, "Tamaki Suoh."
"Kyoya Ootori."
"Haruhi Fujioka."
"Kaoru Hitachiin."
"Hikaru Hitachiin."
Tohru exclaimed, "Wow! I've never met real twins before!" Then she blushed, embarrassed for saying that. Hikaru and Kaoru shared a secret grin, then glided over to her and enveloped her in a loose hug, a twin on each side. She eeped softly and turned a deeper red, since she wasn't used for males to be this close for less than a few seconds, on account of living with the Sohmas.
"What's your name, hime?" asked the twins ignoring the dirty looks some Sohmas were giving them. (cough-Yuki and Kyo-cough)
Tohru stammered, "Tohru Honda, Hitachiin-san, Hitachiin-san."
"Eh? You're Tohru Honda? So that means you live with Yuki?" asked Tamaki.
"Hai!" answered oblivious Tohru.
"...D-demo, you're a GIRL!" shrieked Tamaki and the twins.
"The reason Honda-san came to live with us is a long story," Yuki offered in explanation.
"Hmm...tell it to me later," commanded Kyoya.
"Yuki? Shigure couldn't make it today because I advised his editor to...visit him," interrupted Hatori. "Thank God," muttered Yuki.
Haruhi listened to this interesting conversation and felt she had to ask the question that had been bugging her for some time. "Sohma-kun?" called Haruhi.
"Nani? Just call me Yuki. There are way too many Sohmas now," smiled Yuki.
"Okay. Why did that guy and you call each other animals?" asked Haruhi innocently. Everyone eagerly crowded around to hear the answer. Yuki threw a pleading glance towards his family. They all looked back with helplessness in their gaze. However, Hatori's was clearly shouting, "Lie through your teeth! Just don't tell them the truth."
Yuki took a deep breath and laughed easily. Everybody stared at him; it was that random.
"Kyo and I are old rivals. Because of that, our family calls us the cat and the rat." The Host Club (minus Hani and Mori) seemed to believe him, so the Sohmas and Tohru smiled relievedly.
"Let's go home. Tohru still has salmon cooking in the oven," reminded Kyo. The latter gave a little shriek and immediately jumped into the car. Everyone piled in, while Yuki and Kyo were arguing. Suddenly, they heard Tohru squeal and a blue cloud of smoke billowed out of the open car door. Before anybody could ask what happened, Haru quickly closed the door and Hatori drove off quickly, the car's tires squealing in protest as he sharply rounded a corner and speeded off. They stood there and stared at the blue smoke float away and evaporate.
Tamaki, Kyoya, the twins, and Haruhi blinked in surprise, then Kaoru and Hikaru grinned.
"Tono, don't you think we should get to know Yuki-kun's family a little better?"
"Oh! What a great idea!" Tamaki exclaimed.
"Yes. I would enjoy investigating this mysterious family. The cat and rat story doesn't really fit somehow," remarked Kyoya.
"Yosh! Okaasan agrees!" cheered Tamaki.
Haruhi was still staring at the spot in the clear blue sky where the last traces of the smoke disapppered. "I wonder what made that smoke?"
In Hatori's car, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Tohru was now clutching a adorable creamy white rabbit. Hatori and Kyo were sitting in the front, but Yuki and Haru had to be careful not to fall onto Tohru and transform. It was quiet in the car for a few minutes then Tohru whispered, "Do you think they saw that?"
Haru said, "Hai. They looked quite shocked when a plume of blue smoke floated out of the car for no apparent reason."
Momiji looked at them with his red bunny eyes. "Gomen ne. They didn't see me transform, did they?"
Kyo grunted, "Iie. Stop worrying."
Momiji just burrowed deeper into Tohru's embrace, wishing that Kyo's comforting was true.
Yuki said, "It's Friday, ne? Most likely they'll forget during the weekend."
After that, they stayed silent for the rest of the ride, worrying whether or not Hatori had to wipe a few memories.
Japanese Vocabulary:
Demo- but
Nani- what
Nezumi- rat/mouse
Kawaii- cute
Sugoi- amazing
Hai- yes
Tono- lord
baka- stupid
neko- cat
kuso- damn
Yosh- all right
Okaasan- mother
Gomen ne- sorry
Iie- no
ne- right
A/N: Yay me! Mimi-chan is back in the good ol' US of A! Hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Ja ne!
Mimi-chan
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