Pairings: SasuNaru GrimmIchi ZoSan RoyEd YuShu KyoTama.
Sides: IchiNaru SanShu SanEd SanTama ItaNaru GaaNaru RenIchi AiIchi AceSan RoyHawk KyoKao SuzaLulu and various others my mind feels the need to add at random, I'm up for suggestions!
Plot: An over-excitable blond feels the need to re-live his high school past time, Kyoya often wonders why he has such a big part in this, as he once again gets roped in to a Host Club. But who else manages to get pulled into the whims of one, Tamaki Suoh? Follow the stories.
Warnings: Severe disregard for ALL plots the characters are ripped from. CRACK, seriously, I will throw together whoever I see fit (the list above is a mere guide line). YAOI, mainly, the occasional Het pairing will appear but fear not, it will not last long! BxB, Shounen-ai. Crossover-abuse: Naruto, Bleach, One Piece, FMA, Gravitation, OHSHC and any others that I'll add along the way, again up for suggestions!
Note: I realise that this will not be everyone's cup of tea, but I write to amuse myself mainly and this idea did. Fear not, there is an escape – it's called the Back button
Song: In This City – Iglu & Hartly
The Show
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Song III - Sanji - In This City
'A host? I don't know, Tamaki-san.'
As they were in the VIP section of the Baratie, Sanji had the time to indulge in such conversations with the rich and famous. The room was spacious, but secluded, giving the room n air of sophistication that the regular part of the restaurant just didn't quite have. Obviously, it was open to the public, but only the high end of society was able to make it past the doors of this section.
The Baratie was one of the only restaurants in the world to receive 3 Michelin stars for the Head Chef, Red-leg Zeff. Sanji couldn't believe how lucky he was to be taken on by such a master chef. World renowned chef, Zeff had travelled the world in search of the finest meals that it could offer and making them his own, in a way that only he could. To even work in the restaurant; it was absolutely amazing.
Zeff trusted Sanji so much, although he never once said it, or anything else that sounded like a compliment at all, that he put him in charge of the VIP section to do as he pleased. He could cook when he wanted to and leave it to the others when a lady graced his presence. A job Sanji loved almost as much as cooking itself.
Waiting on some of the most beautiful women in the world brought hearts to Sanji's eyes just thinking about it. Sanji had been brought up to never hurt a lady in anyway, to treat them with the utmost respect, which he did flawlessly. However, how that fact had gotten back to Suoh Tamaki, Sanji really did not want to know.
'But, Sanj~i. doesn't it make your heart melt when you see a beautiful lady smile at something you've done? Or how you soar when she blushes prettily at something you've said? Kyoya!'
Sanji knew a strong opponent when he saw one, and this was his. Ohtori Kyoya had originally been against Sanji for whatever reason that Sanji didn't meet his approval but, Sanji thanked the heavens, the cold heir could never ever say no to his blond partner's pleas and whims.
Yes, Sanji had to thank Suoh Tamaki for turning his life around. Sanji had been beyond poor, starving to death in an alleyway, when his saviour appeared and took him in…
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Shivering, he brought the rag he called a blanket up further around his neck in an attempt to keep the bitter cold of the night at bay.
He hadn't meant to end up in the gutter; it wasn't how he had planned his life to go. It was due to his stubborn attitude to everything that meant anything to him. That's what had lead him to be sitting in a disgusting alleyway, leaning against the damp wall behind him, moisture slowly seeping through the thin layers that he wrapped around himself tighter to no avail.
By that point he was 16 and completely independent. He had lived on the streets for not much longer than a year, but it felt ten times that. His body wracked with his shivers. If only he could get a scrap of food or a hot drink. Anything at all.
The cold air froze his breath in misty clouds before him; it scratched the insides of his lungs like sandpaper, making him cough violently.
Great … that's all I need …
'Hello? Is anyone down there?'
The angel's voice entered his ears like a soothing melody. He tried with all his might to reply, but the coughing had left his throat bone dry.
'H-Hey! Coughs … cough … Please! H-Help me!' With lack of use, his voice had become alien to him, the flow of words passing his lips seemed unreal to him.
'Hello? Are you hurt, do you need help?'
His angel as moving closer. The snap of expensive Italian leather shoes against the concrete became steadily louder.
'Please, help me! I'm down here!' His pride had long been thrown away. He used to be such a stubborn person, sticking to his beliefs 'til the bitter end, no matter what the consequences. What a fool he had been. After being thrown out of his own home, for the simple reason that his existence was a bother to the bastard that was betrothed to his mother as of late. It was then that he had sworn to save his mother, whether she realised it or not.
They had never gotten along, but when he started messing around behind his mother's back, coming back drunk smelling of alcohol, sex and drugs, Sanji outright loathed to man's very being.
His mother's last husband was the same. Full of flowers and flattery and fell instantly in love. She fell hard; again. Telling Sanji that it was going to be different this time, that this guy wasn't like the last one, that it wasn't going to end like the last time.
Which it did. It always ended with them packing up and leaving while the bastard was out. One thing Sanji found odd was that a couple of months down the line, they always appeared on the news reports – it was always a suicide report.
They left notes saying that since their 'Little Angel' had gone, Sanji shuddered at the thought; there was nothing left for them to live for. The police had dubbed his mother as the 'Angel of Death'. It didn't help that an artist had made a song that reminded him of it in America. But still they lined up to go after her heart, not that Sanji was surprised; she was beautiful.
Some had told him that he had inherited his mother's good looks, Sanji had never known his dad, and it was a fact tat his step-father's loved to remind him about.
Sanji shuddered again at the thought of the darker times of the marriages. They were either trying to fight him, beat him for the simple reason that he was the flaw in his mother's perfect appeal, or, even worse, they only got with his mother so that they could get the thrill of tying up and fucking a helpless blond pretty boy, while his mother worked her night shifts. Shotacon much?
He had a growing list of regrets. He regretted leaving his mother behind with the monster, being too weak to defend her and fight them off, for dropping out of school and becoming so pathetic that he had to rely on strangers for help. Very beautiful strangers …
Because that was exactly was this person was. Delicate features with a halo of blond hair, which was not unlike Sanji's own. But the creature before his had an air of sophistication that Sanji would never be able to retain, even with years of etiquette lessons. Sanji was no slob, but he paled in comparison to the magnificent man standing before him.
'Hey, need some help?' The angel offered him a hand, which Sanji took without a second thought. The serene presence of this man soothed and lulled him into a trance that he wasn't so sure he wanted to break out of. The man seemed of a lithe and slender build, but either he was stronger than he looked or Sanji had lost an awful amount of weight. He was easily up and into the man's awaiting arms.
He was safe, warm and everything went black …
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He had awoken in a very large bed, with very soft bedding in a very large room. He couldn't have guessed where he was, but either he was in a very expensive hotel or he was dead.
The sunlight streaming through the windows felt pleasant upon his face and the faint scent of roses drifting in on the breeze, entrancing Sanji over to the large French doors, which, by a stroke of luck, were unlocked.
Out under the balcony was a small labyrinth of rose hedges, with so many different colour roses, Sanji instantly lost count. Though they were all very beautiful, there was only one that caught his eye. Right in the centre of the maze, surrounded by the romantic red roses, was a single rose of the purest white he had ever seen.
Out of all the people in his world, he knew that only two people were the white among red. His mother and his angel from that night.
'Ah, you're up. How are you feeling?'
The dulcet tones reached his ears and he all but ran to see his saviour standing at the edge of the bed. A sort smile upon his face which filled Sanji with awe. This was everything Sanji wanted to be. He had to know … he just had to know!
'Please, what it your name? I'm Blackleg Sanji, thank you so much for saving me back there.'
'You are more than welcome. Into my life and into my heart Sanji-kun. My name is Suoh Tamaki, but you can call me Tamaki.'
'Arigatou, Tamaki-sama.'
His angel laughed.
He was finally at peace …
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'Blackleg-san, I urge you to comply with Tamaki's request. It will be for the best, Tamaki has your best interests at heart.' He said it all with that evil smirk on his face. Bastard.
Sanji would never consider going against anything Tamaki asked of him, but as he and Kyoya had never gotten on well, the Shadow Prince had a habit of trying to make him look bad in front of Tamaki. For what ever reason, Sanji had no choice in the matter, but he had to do this carefully.
'I would never doubt Tamaki-sama's judgement. If Tamaki-sama is requesting my help then I would jump to it immediately. I've never forgotten what he has done for me and I never will.' Sanji felt his whole being burning up; there was just something about Kyoya that absolutely did his head in.
Kyoya seemed to be taking his words in, so he turned to Tamaki with a pleasant smile, 'Please, tell me more Tamaki. I'd love to know what your next idea is, and if you're looking for more Hosts I could suggest a few people I know that could help you out.'
'Actually, I'm sure that one of the people I'm looking for is supposed to be in this area. But I have no other leads on them, other than they are supposed to be a rather talented musician – I've never seen a picture but they are supposed to be quite the catch, really cute.'
Sanji thought back to his wanderings around the area during his breaks and he had seen so many people, that no one really stood out. He had seen many talented musicians, as was expected in this part of the city. But again there wasn't anyone who sprung to the front of his mind.
'I can't think of anyone who would catch your eye Tamaki-sama, there are many good-looking, musicians around this part of the city.'
Tamaki looked thoughtful. 'Well, I suppose so. But I really need this young man to complete the set. He was supposed to be my Loli-shota type. Combined with a Stoic type I would have the perfect selection.'
'Ah, the flames of Moe that draw beautiful young ladies, and gentlemen alike, into its warm, fiery embrace.'
'Oh you would most certainly know that wouldn't you, Blackleg-san?' Kyoya was sniping back in with that infuriating smirk of his.
What the 'Oh so powerful' Ohtori Kyoya was referring to was a part of his past that he wasn't of fond of sharing, or even thinking of for that matter. It hadn't been his fault or his. Who knew that things could be so flammable? It had put Sanji off his nicotine source for quite a while, but not entirely, despite Tamaki's urges for him to give up his smoking addiction.
He would do positively anything for Tamaki-sama, but smoking reminded him of something very important, of someone very important. Whose memory would never disappear from this city, or; more importantly Sanji's mind, life and heart.
Sanji decided to ignore the biting comment and concentrate on Tamaki-sama' and his dilemma.
'Well, Sanji-kun. I have a small test for you, to show how your training is coming along. Each of my Hosts will have a mentor in the ways of a true Host, yours will naturally be me, since we are both the Prince type.'
'Hai, Tamaki-sama. Please, I would be most honoured.'
'Ah, excellent. As you know, the main job of a host is to please the customers and make sure that they are happy and content, correct?'
Sanji nodded eagerly, he had followed Tamaki's instruction since the day that they had learnt each other's names. Every word that came from Tamaki's mouth was burned into Sanji's memory for future reference in case it was needed in such a time as this.
'You're techniques have improved and are flawless, as expected. However, this is only half of what is required for your role as Prince of my new Host club. The Prince must be the one everyone goes to in search of advice and comforting. If your Host kouhai's come to you for advice then you must be ready to help with a range of techniques that would suit each and every Host type. So far I have taught you techniques that please women. This is your challenge Sanji. Kyoya, have them sent up here.'
As Kyoya went on the case immediately, confusion ran through Sanji's head as he tried to bring back any of the techniques that he could use in this situation. The on the spot techniques that could be used in almost every situation.
Should he go through with the standard routine, or take it up a step. There wasn't any use panicking about it, this was supposed to be in order to challenge him. Tamaki-sama had always said that every lady is beautiful, and Sanji knew that he wasn't an expert at finding inner beauty, that was why he was the apprentice and not the other way around. Could that be it then? Or may be he was taking the wrong angle on the situation all together.
What ever it was, he had confidence in himself. One of the most important attributes that a host had to have was self confidence. It was ridiculous to think that his guests were going to believe he meant everything he said, if he himself didn't.
It wasn't long before the grand doors to the VIP opened again. Admitting, half a dozen of the annoying Ohtori private police force in formation around his guests. Tamaki raised a hand to halt them before they advanced any further.
'Your guests are here Sanji-kun. We will move over to the table in the corner and observe your meeting. I will ask if you go into the kitchen until your guests are ready. Remember your training and I have no doubt that you will not fail, Sanji-kun.' He looked directly in to Sanji's eyes, violet eyes burning with passion. 'I believe in you.'
Sanji felt his heart soar and hastened to help the table change, returning to set up the table accordingly. After rechecking the layout, he retired to the kitchen, sorting out his chefs to prepare them to make a range of desserts that would suit a delicate stomach, or otherwise.
A returning waiter, gave him the signal that it was time to begin his assessment. Taking a deep breath his placed his most charming smile upon his face and walked through the kitchen door towards his ext adventure.
Of all the things Sanji had considered, it wasn't this.
Standing at the entrance to the VIP section were three of the most divine people he had ever laid eyes upon, excluding Tamaki-sama of course. It didn't matter that two of them were identical twins. They each had their own unique beauty.
The tallest of the three, the elder twin Sanji presumed, was the most masculine and was very well built. His vibrant orange hair gave him a bad boy aura, but also gave Sanji the impression that he couldn't care less what others thought of him; and instead was very devoted to his younger sibling. Just by the way the two stood unnaturally close, even for twins, Sanji could see why they would have interested Tamaki-sama. He missed the slight change in expression when the stranger noticed that he was looking up and down his body; the sudden feral smirk that would have anyone shivering.
The younger of the two, and second tallest, appeared to be far more delicate. They had the same basic features down to the last eyelash, and the same bright orange hair Sanji noted, although this twin had a far cuter appeal to him. Although they were identical, this twin seemed far softer in appearance. He was quite a bit shorter than his brother, only emphasising the protection factor that he had sensed from the older twin. What surprised Sanji was even though their type was obviously Little Devil and that the younger was the supposed 'Uke' in the probable relationship, he was by no means a push over, and seemed to be the one in control. There was something going on behind those affectionate embraces and gestures.
The third, and by far the shortest, was very hard to place – as far as types went anyway. With a mane of silky blond hair and the clearest blue eyes Sanji had ever seen, he definitely had the cherub appeal, knowing that only Tamaki-sama himself could be a true angel. He was far too vibrant to be the 'normal' type; Sanji could see the excitement bubbling in his eyes and the awe of the room he was in – though he did look rather familiar. He could be a candidate for a Prince-type, but his lack of princely stature ruled that one out, and besides, why would Tamaki want two Princes? There was also the loli-shota type, and he was definitely cute enough to be a loli-shota and he had the right build, but something told Sanji that he didn't belong in that category either. May be Sanji's task was to create a new one as he learnt more about his guests.
He gracefully strode over to his awaiting guests, glancing at Tamaki out of the corner of his eye. Please, watch me, Tamaki-sama.
'Welcome to the VIP section of the Baratie gentlemen; please let me escort you to your table.' He extended his arm and bowed, lifting his eyes to catch the cherub's azure orbs, noting the faint blush that brushed across his cheeks. The boy looked away before following the table Sanji was directing towards.
Even if he's a guy, he looks far too much like a girl. May be I won't have to improvise. But then it would be far too simple …the challenge has to be the middle one. He looks like he'd be really hard to please, his brother however …
'Could I interest you in a drink or a bite to eat, gentlemen? I assure you that everything is of the highest quality, and I will prepare it myself. I would never serve my guests anything but the best.'
'If that's the case, I'll take a miso ramen then, please!' Oh he was cute when he smiled as well. If he was this cute all the time, then Sanji would definitely not have a problem.
Ever since he had gotten thrown out of his house he had never trusted another male – except Tamaki-sama - so females became his world and he would do anything to be around them. Even as far as getting a job in a mall, a restaurant right opposite a hair salon. Which was excellent business for both establishments; and as such they let it slide when he often slacked off and went over to the salon to greet the ladies there. Which in turn made them want to come over to the restaurant just to chat to him again or to just see him work.
This was after he had met Tamaki-sama and had surprised him one morning by cooking him a delicious breakfast and helped the chefs in the kitchen with some chores. That had eventually made Tamaki-sama send him to the Baratie in the first place. He remembered walking through the mall to tell them at his old job that he was going to an interview there and there had been many tears and begging, but this was far too good an opportunity to pass up. The owner of the restaurant guaranteed him a place there should he ever wish to return, but urged him to come by every so often anyway.
Sanji had comforted each and every lady that wished him well, even sparing a moment for his male admirers that hung around the restaurant to talk to him and flirt every so often. Sanji took it in his stride and accepted that it came with the job; he didn't however let them any closer than friends at most, making it very clear that he most certainly did not swing that way.
Now, however, he was having his doubts. Here sat before him were three of the most beautiful people he had ever met. He couldn't believe he was considering it, but if he were to indulge in certain desires of his, he most certainly would not b playing Uke – never again.
He couldn't let himself slip that far, but these kinds of thoughts brought forth images of a certain bubbly blond who was just begging him to take him firmly and have his naughty way with him …
Kami, Sanji needed a cigarette right now.
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Tamaki expected great things from Blackleg Sanji. He hadn't been expecting to find the boy in that alley way that seemed so far away now.
He had instantly taken a liking to the boy, and had immediately taken him back to the Suoh mansion. The First Suoh Mansion, of course. The passing of his Grandmother had been a very sad time, but also one of great relief for Tamaki, his father and friends. He could finally take over the business he was heir to without any problems to obstruct that.
However, if he was entirely honest, Tamaki wasn't concerned with that. He was of course interested in taking over the empire that the Suoh family had worked to build to what it was today, but that wasn't all. He wanted to expand it further and this Host Club was something that he wanted to be apart of it.
The Suoh Empire was a part of the entertainment industry, owning many of the opera houses of Japan and wider spread. The Host Club was going to be a part of the growing requirement, even though they had been around for centuries as it was. Anything with the Suoh name behind it was going to be widespread and a global revolution.
The rich and famous would flock to his Host Club to sample the beautiful male Hosts and to divulge in the sites on show. Tamaki could feel the stars twinkling in his eyes at his at the sheer brilliance of his plan.
And wit the help of one special Host, the language barrier wouldn't even be a problem. Tamaki looked over to the three men standing at the door to the VIP room and locked onto Ichigo.
Ichigo …
He would be the answer to the language barriers. Tamaki had tried to find out all he could about the little enigma that was Kurosaki Ichigo and had found that he was quite the intellect. Though that could be born from the fact that he couldn't go to school as often as he brother could and that increased his desire to learn.
Isshin had been explaining everything with glee, all about how his youngest son was an absolute genius and just so happened to be fluent in over ten languages. Tamaki's eyes had lit up like Christmas trees and had roped Ichigo into his plans.
What made it en easier to pick Ichigo was the fact that he was an identical twin, and the definite Uke of the relationship. Kon was a slave to his brother's demands and well being, so to get him on board was simple.
Then there was Uzumaki Naruto, Tamaki's pride and joy! Not only was he handsome and cute, he was talented and already had a celebrity status. Which was very important in this business. He had to have at least one Host who already had fame to draw crowds in. But then again that was something that he would leave Kyoya to sort out, as he was the most business orientated. The only qualm that Tamaki had was as to what type Naruto-kun was.
That was why this test was in order! Sanji was better at placing people in the Hosting categories, he would also see Tamaki's dilemma.
Tamaki watched as Sanji escorted the men to their table, and if he was confused by the situation he didn't show it. This test wasn't really about Sanji's abilities as a Host; Tamaki already knew all that, he had been the one who had personally trained him.
Tamaki knew that there was a future in the Hosting business for the man ever since the day they had learnt the other's name.
After introducing himself to a wide-eyed Sanji, Tamaki had taken the boy for a tour around the gardens and the mansion itself.
Sanji had been in awe and had not said anything the entire ime, that was until they passed the kitchen.
'Tamaki-sama! May I go in?' He had looked up at Tamaki with eyes so full of longing that he couldn't possibly refuse. The staff had welcomed him readily and Sanji was beaming with delight.
'Please, Tamaki-sama. Can I stay here for a while? I promise that I won't get in the way of the staff. It's just …' He trailed off, a sad tone to his voice.
'What is it, Sanji-kun? Is there something wrong?'
The boy shook his head and turned to face his benefactor, fist clenched with fiery passion.
'I have always wanted to cook in kitchen as grand as this. It's like a dream come true, and if you were to taste some of the food I cooked …' he trailed of once more, this time with a slight flush to his pale cheeks.
Sanji was silent and his head dropped to the ground in apparent embarrassment.
'I would be delighted, Sanji-kun.' The boy's head shot back up with another beaming smile. 'Work hard and I'll see you at dinner. I'm sure anything that you make will be perfect.'
And it was indeed. Tamaki realised Sanji's true potential and had him start Host training immediately. Tamaki got Sanji back into school – Ouran Academy, of course. Then the deal breaker for Sanji was the job at the Baratie.
Looking around the restraint, Sanji couldn't believe his luck, but quickly returned to his guests.
The opening of a door off to the side of the kitchen signalled to Sanji that the afternoon's entertainment had arrived.
'Gentlemen, this afternoon's performance is about to commence. If you require anything during that time do not hesitate to ask. Also, requests are most welcome.'
Sanji's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the person who had taken the stage.
The most beautiful thing he had ever seen … In this city.
(A/N) Host number 4 then. Rather a cheesey ending but this is a cheesey, cliche fanfiction. What you gonna do?
Lol. Thanks to everyone - anyone that even clicked on to the first chapter of this. An even bigger Thank You to those who are still reading on. You brave souls you!
Whose gonna take a guess at who it is?
FlamingOrangeRose -x
