AN: I know I'm supposed to be working on the next chapter of The White Queen and I promise I'm working on that too. But Ouran was my first fanfiction love and sometimes I have to go back to it. I've been playing with this idea for a bit and hope you enjoy it.

"Welcome to the Host Club!"

A flurry of flower petals rains over the small group of yellow clad high schoolers as they enter the third music room. Instead of the usual marble floors of the school, Mary Janes click against a cobblestone courtyard between two European style building facades. To their left, a bright building is overflowing with flowers. On the other side is a darker building with leather chairs out front and signs advertising different tattoo designs. The girls giggle as they take unexpectedly comfortable seats at one of the wrought iron café tables between the two shopfronts.

"Good afternoon, ladies," Tamaki bows and holds out flowers to the girls, renewing their giggles. His brilliant eyes are set off by the pastels of his slacks and the blue button-down shirt left open at the front to reveal a flowery t-shirt. "I saw you from my flower shop and couldn't resist the urge to bring you a bouquet. Although, of all the flowers in my shop, none can compare to your exquisite beauty."

At a table on the other side of the courtyard, Kyoya sits with a line of girls waiting to put down their names in his little black book. He's dressed all in black with an expensive leather jacket over his formal silk button down. He smiles at the young lady at the front of the line. "Of course, madam, all our tattoos are temporary. Hani-Senpai has a collection of flower tattoos that you can choose from, or I can put you on the list for one of Hikaru's custom designs, for a small fee of course."

She giggles and swoons before sitting in one of the two leather chairs. Hani, dressed in pink leather with a large fake sleeve tattoo of a rabbit, immediately hands her a book of designs.

"We mostly have flower designs, but my favorite is this cute bunny holding a cake!" The small senior smiles and sparkles dance around him. The girl is blushing madly as she agrees and rolls up her sleeve for the small temporary tattoo.

"Mitsukuni," a deeper voice reverberates. "Don't forget to eat." Girls across the courtyard swoon as Mori, dressed casually under a green and pink gardening smock, hands a small plate of cake to his cousin.

At the next leather chair, a blushing first year avoids looking at the red-headed Hitachiin where he bends over her lower arm, carefully drawing a stylish rose with a modified tattoo gun. "Ne, Hikaru, aren't you lonely without Kaoru? You usually sit together but…" she gestures wordlessly to where his twin is carefully arranging a vase of flowers. Both twins are in ripped jeans and graphic tees, but are color-coordinated for their roles, with Hikaru in darker colors with a skull and rose motif on his shirt and Kaoru in washed out jeans and a flowery t-shirt.

Hikaru looks up and shrugs. "Sometimes he prefers the company of his flowers. I can't say it doesn't hurt, but I always knew I'd have to share him someday." His eyes fill with tears.

Across the courtyard, Kaoru tears up in response to the same question from one of his clients. "I bring him new flowers whenever I can. Even if I can't be the most important part of his life, I will do everything I can to inspire and support his goals."

Both girls are caught in the fiery throes of moe.

Haruhi, passing by with a tray of coffee for her own table, covers a snort. Turning her attention back to her own customers, she allows her trademark natural host smile to overtake her face. "Did you ladies decide what kind of flowers you wanted for your hair?"

Her regulars blush as they look up at Haruhi with her boyfriend jeans and blousy shirt. "Ah, Haruhi, it's so hard to choose! What flowers do you think would look best?"

Haruhi ponders for a moment, mechanically serving their coffee. "I think," she says slowly, setting the cups down in front of her guests. "You'll look great with any of the flowers. You're both very beautiful after all."

Her glowing smile melts the girls at her table into blushing messes.

XxXxX

When Tamaki finally shut the club room doors for the day, Haruhi groaned and collapsed into the nearest chair. "Kyoya-senpai, can you please explain today's theme to me? I get the flowers I guess, but why were we giving tattoos also? Is that even allowed?"

Kyoya answered without looking up. "The contrasting combination of florist shop and tattoo parlor aesthetics has become very popular among high schoolers recently. Leveraging current trends allows us to diversify our event themes while capitalizing on cultural shifts. Also, the premium flower arrangements and tattoo designs allowed us to raise additional club funds."

"The tattoos aren't even real…" Haruhi mumbled under her breath.

"We can't give real tattoos, the girls' parents would be pissed if their daughters came home looking like Yakuza," Hikaru called out.

Kaoru snickered. "Even Kyoya-senpai wouldn't be able to talk us out of that mess."

Haruhi looked up to where the twins were sprawled next to each other on a park bench, playing some game on their phones. "That reminds me—why did you two switch places today?"

Everyone froze, both twins staring at her with wide eyes. Kyoya slowly looked up from his computer, eyes narrowed at the twins. Whatever he was going to say was interrupted by their King.

"Waaahhh? Hikaru, Kaoru? Did you really switch roles for today? I designed your costumes for you specifically though!"

"I am quite curious why you didn't inform us of this change ahead of time. We could have adjusted your roles, if needed." Kyoya's eyes were hidden by the glare from his glasses, but his mouth was downturned.

The twins looked sheepishly at each other and had what appeared to be an entirely silent conversation. "It's not really a big deal, Kyoya-senpai. The girls didn't notice, and we knew we were playing each other in addition to our roles."

"So, you thought it would be fun to trick them?" Kyoya's voice dropped into a frigid range. Tamaki spluttered something outraged in the background, but nobody paid attention.

"Of course not!" The actual Hikaru in his pastel shirt and faded jeans stood indignantly.

"Then why did you do it, Hika-chan?" Hani looked up at him, eyes big and teary.

Hikaru groaned and dropped back next to Kaoru, who reached out to put an encouraging hand on his brother's shoulder. "It's because I can't draw as well as Kaoru. He's really the artist."

"Oh, that makes sense." Haruhi murmured, looking at them thoughtfully. "But why didn't you just trade roles? Kaoru could be a tattoo artist and you own a flower shop."

Kaoru laughed while his brother pouted. "We could have, but we knew the girls would have been expecting me as the florist. It's the characters we've created for the club. Since no one can tell us apart anyway, it seemed easier to switch places."

"Next time, do tell us when you decide to adjust the plan for club events." Hikaru and Kaoru both let out small yelps at the dark aura wafting around Kyoya and began begging for his forgiveness.

Haruhi laughed and rose to begin putting away the teacups from around the room.

"Ne, Haru-chan, do you want to share some cake with me?" Hani was sparkling again.

"Ah, no thanks, Hani-senpai. I'm not hungry."

She turned back to her cleaning and found a pair of mischievous golden eyes in front of her. "What about a flower?" He held out a pink carnation, the edges of its petals fading to almost white.

She took it slowly. "Ah, thanks, Hikaru. I'm not sure what I should do with it though. I don't want it to get crushed on the train."

Tamaki bounded up next to her. "You can leave it in the club room. Or I can give you a ride home so that the flower is ok!" His eyes started shining as they did whenever he thought of a plan. "In fact, I'll make a whole bouquet for you, and I can take you to get water and a vase for them on the way!"

He flounced away before Haruhi could tell him no. She sighed, putting her head into her hands. This was not her day.

"What about a temporary tattoo of a flower? That won't cause problems on the train."

She looked up to see Kaoru standing in front of her with a gentler smile than his twin.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Kaoru. I don't know how long it will last and I wouldn't want my dad to freak out."

His grin turned a little devious. "That's ok. I can put it on your shoulder or back. Somewhere your dad won't see it."

Haruhi frowned, thinking of the lacy nightgowns that her dad always bought her. She would definitely not be able to hide a tattoo on her shoulder now that it was warming up for the season. "I'm not sure…"

Kaoru's face fell, looking genuinely disappointed. "Ah, so Hikaru and the boss can give you flowers but I can't?"

That wasn't fair. Haruhi felt herself crumbling. She sighed heavily. "Alright, fine."

He cheered and led her over to the leather chair, gesturing for her to sit. He sat next to her and picked up a sketch pad to make some notes. Finally, he looked up. "So where do you want it? Your shoulder?"

Haruhi fiddled with the hem of her shirt and felt her face warm a bit. "If I don't want my dad to see it, then probably my side is best."

She lifted the hem of her shirt, exposing the pale skin at her waist. Kaoru's eyes went wide as he stared at her in shock. After a moment of silence, Kaoru shook himself and turned to pick up the tattoo gun. His face was dusted with pink when he turned back.

"Ok, I'm going to raise the chair up a bit and then I'll need you to roll slightly onto your side."

Haruhi did as told, settling herself on her side so that Kaoru could reach the spot on her waist. He still looked flustered but began to draw carefully.

It didn't take as long as she'd feared. Luckily Kaoru didn't appear to be giving her a very large tattoo. It also didn't hurt. It just tickled a little as the tip of the pen dragged along her skin.

"All done." He smiled at her, handing over a small mirror. Before she could look, Tamaki burst back into view from within the flower shop holding a massive bouquet.

"Haaaruuuhiiii! Look what I got for my darling daughter!"

"Tamaki-senpai, that won't even fit through my door!"

XxXxX

It wasn't until Haruhi had successfully escaped the club room and locked the door of her apartment behind her that she realized she'd never gotten a chance to look at her temporary tattoo. She stepped in front of the bathroom mirror and lifted her shirt hem. There, right at the narrowest part of her waist, was a small red tulip, wreathed with ivy.

She ran her fingers over it lightly, smiling at the beautiful image, before dropping her shirt back into place and exiting the bathroom. She needed to go grocery shopping before her dad got home.