AN: Okay, I really didn't intend to continue with this, but I feel compelled to. Although, this and every upcoming piece is its own individual drabble. Like... a drabble dump. And thanks to a suggestion from fangirl94, I decided to get off my ass and actually keep posting. Though all these have been posted on my LJ.

Disclaimer still stands: I don't own anything.

Ordinary Day

As the summer months morphed into fall, the Host Club clientele transformed accordingly. The Fall Festival had forced several patrons to come through the Music Room doors wearing intricate kimonos and donning their best outfits. Instantly, Haruhi noted that the clients wanted nothing from wearing these outrageously expensive clothes but to be complimented by their requested club member.

Although, it was not only she who noticed the heightened demand of compliments; the twins seemed to start the string of compliments early on with their customers, so to get it out of the way.

"It's a waste of time," Hikaru said dully as the club closed for the day. "All you need to say is, 'You look gorgeous!' and they'll fall into fits of blushing," Kaoru continued. "I mean, it isn't as if they don't look pretty," Hikaru inserted, aware that Haruhi's eyebrows had disappeared from being raised so sarcastically. "We've just seen it all before. I mean, our family deals with fashion everyday. Seeing nice clothes is just an ordinary day, especially at Ouran."

"Well, it seems we'll be having many days like that," said Kyouya, walking toward the group. "Tomorrow, we will be continuing with today's theme. It seems to have garnered the most profits for this year." An evil glint escaped the shadow of his glasses as he turned away and out the room.

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"Your dress is simply exquisite."

A teacup rattled in the customer's hands causing several amber beads of tea to spill down her front. "Oh, Tamaki-sama, you are so gracious. God, I love you for bringing Tamaki-sama into this world," the girl squealed, lost in her own delight. "I do believe, my dear flower, the Gods are looking upon you with great pride for your radiance extends further than the cosmos above," the king said grandly, moving strands of straw-colored hair from her crimson face. "I do not blame them. You are a creation worth being proud of. You shine brighter than anyone does."

The girl exploded with squeals of pleasure, causing several customers to follow the suit.

The once incident could have possibly been a summary of that entire afternoon. Once and a while, a girl would fall into fits of laughter and self-imposed modesty although she most likely predicted the outcome. Had she not predicted it, she obviously would not have worn an outrageously beautiful dress that extracted every breath from the chest cavity. The customers stayed longer than usual, in hopes to drain the Host Club of every compliment they could muster before dusk. In the end, even Mori's stoic attitude seemed slightly disconcerted by his customers, who seemed almost as chatty as the typical Host Club customer.

Never had Haruhi used the word "beautiful" and all its synonyms to such a great extent, meaning so half-heartedly. She finally had the heart to concur with the twins: seeing beautiful things around Ouran was pretty common. And complimenting each tiny aspect of all those things was not the way a normal person would want to spend an afternoon, let alone two afternoons. The precious beautiful minutes dissolved into beautiful hours and the beautiful Third Music Room was, once again, closed for the beautiful day. Haruhi packed her bag exhaustedly, heaving a long sigh.

Beautiful… argh!

"Tired, my dear daughter?" said a voice from behind. "Would you like a ride home?"

"No," the girl replied frostily. Almost instantly, Tamaki leapt from behind and pouted softly, threatening to take shelter in his corner of misery. "So cold, Haruhi! Come now, daddy will make it better!" He pulled her small frame to his chest and hugged her warmly, moving from left to right. After a minute, he released her.

"Better now?" the boy asked brightly.

"No."

Tamaki bit his lower lip. "What could be so upsetting that I could not take it away?" Haruhi thought for a moment not to answer the question, but decided against it for it may start another hugging fit. Now, how would she phrase her sentence? "Don't you get tired of telling the customers that they are beautiful?"

"I have not grown tired of such," the boy replied honestly. "And I feel that I will only grow tired of calling them beautiful when they transform their beauty to a spiteful arrogance, for they will no longer be beautiful in my eyes. Until then, I do not mind telling the customers a simple truth once and a while." Tamaki grinned benignly. Haruhi, on the other hand, did not see much to be smiling about.

"Do you always mean it?" Haruhi asked, intrigued by his reply.

"Always, and if not so, as often as possible," Tamaki said, examining the girl politely. "Of course, one does not benefit from lying, although at times I believe that Kyouya would disagree on that matter." The boy smiled wryly, afraid that the girl was accusing him of falsehood! "Please do not fall under the false impression that I am merely putting these girls through my paces."

A soft wind swept across Tamaki's face, ruffling his golden hair to reveal a glimmer in his eyes. Or perhaps, this wind was nothing more that Haruhi's imagination. "I find that these girls come to be appreciated for who they are and I find no problems at all in doing so," he continued. "But I suppose I needn't call you beautiful everyday, my lovely daughter. Judging from your reaction this afternoon, you must have grown weary of the word." After a short pause, he tossed his blazer over his shoulder and turned his heel away.

"You are too gorgeous on your own," he said, still turned away. "Nobody needs to tell you twice, if at all."