Disclaimer – InuYasha is property of Rumiko Takahashi and Ouran High School Host Club is property of Bisco Hatori. All characters, setting, etc. are the property of their respective owners. I, TriforceandSheikahArts, merely wrote this story for amusement. I receive no profit from the creation of the story. I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise relating to either InuYasha and/or Ouran High School Host Club. No copyright infringement is intended.

Author's Note: This story will be told through a series of short drabbles and occasional one-shots. The amount written for the actual chapters will never exceed over 300 characters.

Chapter Three: Patience

The line went dead silent for a moment. Tamaki thought that Kyouya might have hung up.

"I'm still here." Kyouya yawned.

"About the idea," Tamaki began. "I wanted to know your thoughts on the matter. I was thinking we could host the event at school. I could easily get father's permission to use the school after hours, and everyone would have quite a bit of fun dressing up and playing to their hearts contents… So Kyouya, what do you think?" Tamaki eagerly waited for his reply.

"… Where did you formulate this idea from?"

"From a well-known commoner's magazine," he proudly informed his best friend. "It contains all of the necessary information on how to convey and host a perfect commoner slumber party. Just think of it, Kagome-chan and Haruhi-chan would feel at more at home, surrounded by their newest friends and the notion that we're all celebrating a commoner's styled event."

Kyouya sighed. Tamaki imagined the boy rubbing his temples in vain.

"Tamaki, do you know what time it is?" He hissed through the line.

Tamaki shrugged his shoulders. "No."

"Its one a.m.," he informed him. "Though I have been busy with personal work until now, I am in no mood to help you orchestrate this newest hair-brained scheme of yours."

"But Kyouya," he pouted, his eyes watering. "You're my best friend. You HAVE to help me."

"No. No I don't." Kyouya said firmly. "What I will be doing, however, is going to sleep. I will shut off my cell phone and inform the guards downstairs to watch all of the landlines from their post. If they catch your number appearing on screen, they will not hesitate to come over to your house. Do I make myself clear?" He hissed.

Tamaki gulped and nodded. "Yes…"

"Good." Kyouya smiled. "Goodnight." He hung up.

Tamaki withdrew the phone from his ear and pouted. "Kyouya you're no help!" He shouted and flailed his arms.

Written by: TriforceandSheikahArts