PRESENT:
Misaki was walking along the hallway. Her face looked more terrible and paler; her cheeks were suffering from a major blood loss because of its almost white skin color. Her long hair was covering half of her face. Her right eye was seen staring at the horizon blankly.
She even felt that pain on her forehead because she stayed up late, reviewing for the written and oral exams in her class.
As she recognized the familiar door along the hallway, the sign showing itself before her eyes. Misaki closed her eyes, thinking.
"It's been a week, huh?" she thought and stopped walking when she arrived at the front of the door, looking at it blankly.
I remember now...this room...
Ever since that rainy afternoon, my life has changed.
I have to go to Music Room #3 right after class. The more that I see it, the more I realize that things will be as hard as they seem. It was really a pain. I don't know how to pay the stupid ¥30,000,000 debt that I have. But the worse thing is, the only way that was left for me to do it is to become those guys' doormat. I will be required to follow all of their wishes.
Yeah, what am I in their little club anyway? I'm their dog, right?
Do you know what's more horrible than being the Host Club's underdog?
At this point, Misaki realized that she has to do the impossible thing...the worse thing that she will ever do in her whole life.
FLASHBACK:
"To become the Host's Club's new underdog, it's mandatory to follow ALL of our orders, Ms. Tainaka."
"Orders such as?"
"Starting next week, you have to address us as 'Master'. Remember to keep that rule in mind at all times."
"What a lame rule." she thought.
"Second, you must be ready for anything. Since you're the club's dog, you'll also become our maid. I expect that you will serve the Host Club with the best of your efforts, as well as to serve our clients with warm hospitality and service."
"M-MAID?"
"Yes. You heard it right, my dear."
"What the hell's wrong with these rich people?" she thought irritatingly.
Tamaki smiled at Misaki and gave out the final rule.
"Lastly, every time you come here, you must dress up as what a beautiful young maidservant should look like!" he said and let out a wink.
Misaki's face looked terrible after hearing those words from the Host Club's president. Now, she doesn't know what to do or even how to respond about these "damn lame rules". Her knees began to shake, but she tried to stay still as she could.
The other Host Club members sighed.
The appalling female clenched her fists, gritting her teeth. Behind her ebony hair was a very, very annoyed face. She cannot believe that this task will be as despicably and unacceptably difficult. Gradually, a strange aura was developed, surrounding Misaki. A cold breeze suddenly entered into the music room. The Host Club blinked their eyes and went terrified when they saw strange shadows scattering around them. They moved away from her, leaving Tamaki standing on his own before Misaki with his shocked expression on his face.
Indeed. Misaki's really pissed off about the "dressing up as a maidservant" thing. With heavy footsteps, she approached Tamaki, mumbling these words angrily, "I WILL NOT ABIDE WITH YOUR STUPID RULES, YOU PATHETIC PRINCE."
Tamaki went aghast and ran into one corner of the music room, sulking after hearing those painful words from the dismayed lady.
Haruhi's face went annoyed.
"Tamaki-sempai, I think we should remove the 'dress-up-as-a-maid' thing on the deal. I guess Misaki will do just fine just the way she is." she said dully.
"I think that isn't be a good idea, Haruhi. If Tainaka-san shows herself in that disturbing image, we will not be able to bring all our clients here. Instead, they will get scared at her and never come here again. Our business will be at risk. If that happens, you and Tainaka-san won't be able to clear out your debts to the Host Club. Don't you think that sounds alarming, Haruhi?" Kyouya explained, his eyes glued onto his laptop.
Haruhi gasped.
"B-But, Ootori-san..." Misaki stammered with her head bowed down.
"I'm aware that you don't want that to happen, do you, Tainaka-san? ¥30,000,000 is difficult to earn nowadays." Kyouya added.
Misaki felt being defeated by Kyouya's statement as she thought of it clearly.
If the Host Club will arrive at that point, how will she be able to pay her debt? She was desperately looking for other alternatives to solve this problem; yet, the only thing to clear it out is to swallow her pride and dignity, just to serve the Host Club as its dog.
She huffed. "Damn it!"
After that conversation, Misaki stepped out of the room, disappointed.
She can't help but to blame herself for being so careless and dense. If it wasn't for the thunderstorm which occurred that rainy afternoon, as well as her stupidity when she had mistaken Music Room # 3 as the school library, she wouldn't be here today.
But then, Kyouya's right. She has to abide by the rules, if she wants to clear out her debt to them even if by doing those rules means she has to swallow everything that made her whole.
"N-No...I can't do it!" Misaki thought and shook her head.
That's what she was thinking all throughout that day until she got home.
BACK TO THE PRESENT...
Misaki sighed and reached for the door handle.
No matter what, she already decided it.
I have to do it...I MUST do it...I have to change EVERYTHING, though it hurts.
Misaki opened the door and entered into the room.
MISAKI TAINAKA...WHAT MESS HAD YOU GOT INTO, HUH?
"Whoa, no one's here. Weird."
The black-haired young lady roamed around the music room. Presently, the entire room was clean; the remains of those shattered pieces of porcelain, rose petals and the wreck that she caused towards the grand piano and the antique vase were all gone. Thinking about the mess that she did in this room made her depress; she mentally blamed herself, her clumsiness brought her into this.
"Where's everbody?" she thought while walking around.
In a moment, Misaki recognized a door with the sign, "Fitting Room" on one side of Music Room # 3. She got curious and decided to enter in.
When she opened the door, a shining ray of light suddenly shone upon her and touched her eyes. As the light gradually disappears, Misaki blinked. She was able to see the interior of the fitting room now. However, when her eyes gazed upon those smaller changing chambers, she got aghast.
She heard voices...voices which seemed to be whispering to her ears.
"Don't you think this costume's kind of hot?"
"Well...sort of. I want to take this off now."
"Hurry up. We're about to open in a few minutes."
"Takashi, have you seen Usa-chan?"
"Oh, I found it."
"WOW! YOU LOOK GREAT IN YOUR COSTUME, HARU-CHAN!"
"T-Thanks, Honey-sempai!"
"Why of course! Mother made this dress for Haruhi!"
"Gentlemen, are we all set?"
"Not yet!"
"Hmmm...we have to hurry. Our clients will be here soon."
"By the way, where's Misaki?"
Misaki got shocked when she heard her name. She around, terrified.
"Oh no! What am I going to do? I-I have to get out of here!" she thought and turned away until a recognizable voice startled her.
"She's already here."
Those people inside the fitting chambers came out and saw a dumbfounded Misaki. Behind that black hair was a scarlet hue creeping onto her cheeks.
N-No...no...
Misaki closed her eyes and slammed the door.
The Host Club stared at each other with their doubtful faces.
"H-Hey, do we look bad in these 'yakuza' outfits?" Honey blurted doubtfully.
Mori simply sighed and held Honey's head.
Kyouya stared at Tamaki and sighed.
"Someone's got scared at us."
"Yeah, I think so. That poor young lady." Tamaki said sadly.
Haruhi noticed the Hitachiin twins behind her, and then faced them, pokerface.
"What's with that look, you two?" Haruhi said with her eyes looking sharply at the male twins.
"Our kimonos were kind of hot for the skin, so we took it off. Why, Haruhi?" Hikaru and Kaoru said to Haruhi, both of them stared back at her confusingly.
"Don't you realized that you guys are both half-naked?" the annoyed female retorted and turned away, walking out of the fitting room.
Misaki was on the couch, her face looked terrified.
Images of what happened at the changing room made her furious and intimated at the same time. What the hell did she just saw?
Five gorgeous people in their striking, undeniably captivating 'yakuza' outfits...and hot, good-looking male identical twins looking at her, half-naked...
"GYAAAAAHHH! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?" Misaki thought furiously, holding her head.
She heard the door opened; Misaki turned around and saw the Host Club walking out of the changing rooms. They looked at Misaki calmly and sat down on their seats, as if nothing happened.
The black-haired lady gazed onto the twins.
She found Hikaru and Kaoru glancing at her with their stern amber eyes.
She suddenly turned her head away and then secretly looked at Haruhi who was sitting beside her. Haruhi noticed Misaki and decided to talk to her.
"A-Are you alright, Misaki?"
"Y-Yeah, I'm alright, Fujioka-san."
"Just call me Haruhi."
"O-OK, Haruhi."
Haruhi chuckled.
"Sorry for what happened a while ago. To be honest, we were all shocked when you appeared; those twins weren't able to put on their kimonos when you came in."
Misaki nodded slowly and sighed.
"T-That's OK, Haruhi. I understand."
"Alright, everybody's here, I suppose. Let's have this brief meeting before we open the Host Club for a new day of serving the ladies with our excellent services." Tamaki announced.
Everybody looked at Tamaki attentively. Misaki twitched her eyes a bit.
"Gentlemen, remember. Smile and entertain our guests. As long as we're here, let us give what this club has to offer."
Everybody agreed.
Tamaki sighed.
"Let's start with Ms. Tainaka over here. I think that everything's clear to you now. Don't forget the rules, my dear...or else, your debt will be added by a million yen with every single violation that you'll commit." he explained mischievously, his purple eyes sparkling triumphantly.
Misaki got stunned.
"Hey, that rule's not included in the deal, you hypocrite prince!" she shouted.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Don't be so harsh, Misaki-kun! You forgot to address me. I think you already did your first violation." Tamaki said bluntly.
"Y-You..." the black-haired female mumbled with rage.
"Geez...Tamaki-sempai's dead serious about this ordeal with Misaki. What a guy." Haruhi thought.
Misaki sighed heavily and stood up. Then, she suddenly bowed down to Tamaki humbly. What she acted made the rest of the Host Club members gasped surprisingly.
"I-I'm sorry...Master."
Tamaki's face brightened up as he was looking down on Misaki.
Misaki lifted up her head, showing half of her face to the arrogant blonde male. Afterwards, she grinned.
"...I'll show you how I do my job well." Misaki said, determined.
Tamaki's eyes blinked. There was a strange spark in his deep lavender orbs when he looked at Misaki longingly.
In an instant, Tamaki looked at the Hitachiin twins.
"Hikaru, Kaoru! Escort Misaki-kun to the changing room right now! You know what to do." he commanded.
"YES, BOSS! WE'LL DO IT RIGHT AWAY!" the twins replied and saluted Tamaki.
Then the scene continued as Hikaru and Kaoru were seen pulling a struggling and wild Misaki to the changing room, their trademark mischievous smiles plastered onto their faces.
Misaki thought that she is now ready to do her job as the club's underdog. But now, as she found herself being pulled by those irritating twins, Misaki thought that something wrong's going to happen to her. The thought of her, dressed up in that kimono like the Host Club members terrified her.
Honey and Mori stood up.
"Let's begin." Mori uttered.
"YEHEY! MORE GUESTS, MORE STRAWBERRY CAKES!" Honey cried out loud in delight.
Kyouya simply stayed on his seat, watching everybody moving on with their respective places.
Without the other's notice, Tamaki felt this electrifying sensation flowing inside him out of the blue. When he stared at Misaki's face, Tamaki felt odd. His hands began trembling in an unexplained manner; his stern face had changed into a smile.
Haruhi went towards Tamaki.
"What's wrong, sempai?" she asked.
"Ah, it's nothing, my Haruhi." Tamaki answered with a hint of anxiety in his voice.
Then, he heard Haruhi giggling at him. Tamaki instantly blushed in front of the adorable petite female and slightly turned his head away.
"I think you had noticed something different about Misaki, hadn't you?" Haruhi said directly.
Tamaki went silent and just looked at Haruhi.
"Well, I guess you got me there, Haruhi." he confessed and let out a loose sigh.
"Don't worry, Tamaki-sempai. I know that Misaki will be alright." Haruhi uttered and slowly walked away.
Tamaki stared at the door leading to the changing room and sighed again.
"What am I going to do with that little rose?" he thought.
The chaos has finally began inside the changing room.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YUREI-CHAN? B-BE STILL!"
"Geez, she's too strong! I never thought that she has this tremendous strength!"
"Don't worry, Kaoru! You and I are going to do this...together!"
The twins held Misaki's arms firmly as they dressed her in a sky blue kimono with blue rose designs on it. Fortunately, Misaki's still wearing her uniform and there's no time left. Also, the twins don't have the right to undress her themselves or else they'll be doomed.
The Host Club will be open for business in a few minutes. The distressed female tried getting away from the twins, but she just can't get herself out of them.
"GET THOSE THINGS AWAY FROM MEEEEEEEEEE! HELP! HELP!"
Misaki was shouting relentlessly while the Hitachiin twins were struggling to make her stay on her seat. Apparently, these boys were attempting to dress Misaki up and do a little make-up on her. Unfortunately, Misaki's one strange girl. She got scared at those make-up kits and various dresses that she noticed on the table.
The twins found this job stressful. And so, Kaoru can't help himself but to cry.
"Hikaru, I-I can't hold it much longer!"
'Kaoru, don't give up!"
Hikaru saw Kaoru with a helpless expression on his face, his eyes teary-eyed.
"B-But, she's so strong and stubborn! What are we going to do?" Kaoru said.
All of a sudden, Hikaru looked at Kaoru suggestively. The other twin, realizing what his twin meant, smiled all of a sudden.
"Yes, Hikaru! Let's do this!"
Misaki's eyes went wide as she saw the twins undressing themselves in front of her (well, they're ALMOST taking their kimonos off...).
"Don't you think this kimono's too hot for us? I mean, the clothing material that was used in making these kimonos were thick." Hikaru asked Kaoru.
Kaoru nodded. "Yeah, I want to take this off now."
"Let me help you with that. I don't want you to sweat too much." Hikaru said in a soft voice as he held Kaoru and helped him taking his kimono off.
"W-Wait! Do you think we should do this...in here?" Kaoru uttered nervously with his face blushing.
Hikaru smiled and held Kaoru's cheeks fondly.
"Well, this is the changing room, Kaoru. After all, nobody can see us...right?" Hikaru said and then glanced at Misaki with his glare.
Misaki started to scream and stood up, stopping Hikaru and Kaoru from what they're doing.
"DAMN IT! WILL YOU JUCT CUT THE CRAP OUT?" Misaki blurted, her cheeks blushing.
Hikaru and Kaoru smiled naughtily and suddenly grabbed Misaki.
"CAUGHT YOU!" they said and pushed Misaki back to her chair. After that, they took out thick ropes and tied them around Misaki's body. That time, Misaki's already dressed up in her blue kimono.
Hikaru and Kaoru looked at Misaki, their eyes sparkled weirdly, their smiles looked creepy.
"This is for scaring us, Yurei-chan! Be ready! Here we come!" Hikaru and Kaoru said in their husky voices.
Misaki stared at the Hitachiin twins.
The entire fitting room was filled with a terrified scream.
"AAAAAHHHH!"