Dance Party

"To all of you little lambs who have gathered here tonight at the Ouran Host Club Dance Party..." a spotlight dramatically lit on Tamaki's elegant bow; "...welcome." Great crystal chandeliers lit up beautifully, brightening the whole ballroom with a happy, filling light. Hundreds of guests giggled and applauded, looking up at Tamaki with hearts in their eyes.

"We wish you to enjoy this dance with all of our Host Club members," said Kyoya warmly. "Also, to the lady who displays the best dance...to the guest who is chosen as the queen tonight...you shall receive a warm kiss on the cheek from our king!"

I swear, I was about to throw up from all this nonsense. To add to my discomfort, and disgust, Tamaki winked at the crowd and said, "Good luck to you, baby." All the girls squealed like fangirls—which, they ALL are—and some even swooned. If they had hearts in their eyes before, they had a whole DECK of hearts now.

We must've looked pretty unenthusiastic, because the twins said from behind us, "Kasumi-chan, Kim-chan... you two don't look very excited."

I rolled my eyes and glanced at Haruhi, since she was dreading this as much as we were.

"Hey," Kim said, "Haruhi's not looking too excited either—why aren't you bugging her?"

"Because I already told them that I'm not used to these kinds of activities," Haruhi said. "As far as dance parties are concerned, I've only been to the bon-odori in the neighborhood."

We grinned, slapping her on the back. "We'd hardly call that a dance party!"

"Well," said Kyoya, "at least enjoy the food here. It'll be a treat."

Suddenly, Haruhi's face didn't look so troubled. "T-Treat?" she asked, her face going borderline embarrassed. "L-Like ootori?" There was an immediate reaction among the Host Club members.

"Ehhh?!" exclaimed the twins. Kyoya broke his pencil on the clipboard. Honey had his mouth wide open.

Tamaki leaped over the railing and landed next to me. Kaoru and Hikaru were hugging Haruhi, weeping, "Poor child...poor child..."

"Get some ootori immediately!" ordered Tamaki. Kyoya was already on the phone.

Haruhi, as well as Kim and I, exchanged looks and thought: damn rich bastards.

I was the only one dressed in a gown of sorts no thanks to the requests the girls made. So I didn't dance with any of our guests seeing as they were all females. Though a few males did approach me, I properly declined them and moved around the ball room with a weary sigh. It's fine with me though—I don't like dancing anyways. This was a special occasion for the Host Club, so I wasn't allowed to wear my usual tux. Though they managed to convince Kim to wear a dress and she looked like a goddess in that dress of royal purple and hair in ringlets to frame her face. Kim looks good with anything on, I swear.
Just as I placed the tea pot on the cart, I felt a shiver up my spine. Just like the shiver you feel when someone's watching you. Before I could do anything, Hikaru and Kaoru appeared out of NO WHERE and dragged me by the arms. I struggled, but there were guests in the way. Don't wanna get sued for accidentally killing someone. They dragged me all the way out of the main ball room and into the hallway. We turned a corner and suddenly stopped.

"What do you think you're—"

"Questions later," came Kyoya's voice. I turned to see him walking to us with Honey and Takashi behind him.

"Here," Kaoru said, handing me a silver bag. It rustled.

"Put this on," said Hikaru. Without another word, they shoved me into a room and shut the door behind me. I sighed, thinking that I should get used to being shoved into rooms. Lucky for them I didn't argue...

...until I found the dress in the bag, then I snapped. "WHAT?!"

"Are you done?" Kyoya said from outside.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ARE YOU DONE?! WHY THE HELL AM I PUTING ON THIS DAMNED DRESS?!" It's pink for Christ sake!

"Come on, Kasu-chan!" said Honey. I heard Takashi grunt.

Angrily, I put the stupid dress on. "Goddamned bastards, they'll pay..." grumbling while fixing it and getting the wrinkles out, I nearly wanted to tear it off and shove it in their faces. "I'm done," I said loudly, adjusting the skinny, invisible straps so that the dress wouldn't slip. The door paused then opened for me. With all the dignity I could muster, I walked straight out of that room and glared at every single one of them. "So?" I growled, "Anything else you'd like your personal slave to do?"

"Ka-Kasumi-chan?!" exclaimed the twins. Their eyes widened.

"What?" I asked irritatingly.

"Hmm, not bad," commented Kyoya. "You'll be good enough."

"Good enough? Good enough for what, Kyoya?" Raising my fist then setting it back down, I was holding in a lot of anger issues right now.

"You'll be playing a part for Kasuga-san's personal love story," he replied.

Fingers pinching the bridge of my nose, I took in a calming breath. "...please don't tell me I'm going to flirt with that boring fiancée of hers."

"Then I won't tell you. Now go, he's waiting in room 309."

"Ugh! Why me?! What about Haruhi?! What about Kim?!" I asked.

"Haruhi is busy."

"And I want to dance with Kim," Kaoru said while blushing. Nowthat was really cute!

"Besides," said the twins, waggling their eyebrows. "You look more like a girl than Haruhi, right now."

"Couldn't you just give her a wig?" I countered, "And I still look like Kasumi. If I do this and get rejected, he'll know it's me."

Kyoya nodded, as if expecting this. "Yes, so that's why we have something for you..." He motioned toward the twins.

"Wait!" I shouted. The twins halted in mid-step. "If you're going to throw me in a chair, I can seat myself thank you." The twins laughed sheepishly and turned a chair around for me to sit in. They placed a wig on my head. I blatantly refused makeup. I can only go so far. When I stood up, my head felt heavy. With the weight of my hair a blow to my pride and the dress a blow to my dignity, I stomped away from the Host Club.

"Good luck!" the twins called after me.

To Room 309 then…

I opened the door.

Surprised and slightly confused; "You're...the one who wrote this letter?" asked a figure. My vision adjusted to the dark classroom and I realized that Mr. Boring was standing by the enormous windows. The moonlight framed his body. He was holding up a small envelope and a piece of paper. I quietly walked closer as he said, "You look much different from what I imagined..."

"Letter?" I asked, not able to help myself. Oh great, they sent a letter ahead of time? "Can I see?"

He handed it to me.