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It's Just Good Business	By : Desert_Mango Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 13254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Two: “White Envelopes”

Tamaki could not keep the blush from his face as his current ‘Princess’ withdrew her hand from his inner breast pocket. The white envelope she previously had was now safely out of sight; and the conversation carried on with ease around him.

When he allowed himself to think about it, Kyoya really had designed a good system for their additional services. Their guests desires were contained in writing in a discreet white envelope, unmarked and always sealed. The passing of such an envelope was left up to the lady; most choosing to deliver them personally, as Tamaki’s guest Leena had just done. Those more shy about the matter were more likely to slip them under a plate or saucer, for collection after the Host was done his entertaining.

There were several options available to ladies looking to make a purchase. They could provide both their desires as their preferred Host; or just their desire and leave it up to the club members to decide the best man for the lady’s wants. Since the envelope was sealed, no Host knew the information on the paper within; until after the Host Club had closed their doors for the evening. Prices and packages were pre-arranged; and all financial transactions were done through Kyoya; as was scheduling. The rest was up to the selected Host.

Casually stretching his arm over the back of the loveseat he and Leena occupied, Tamaki flashed two fingers to a waiting Kyoya. The other teen nodded once, and recorded the number in his black book. In Tamaki’s pocket alone that made five requests today. The start of an unusually high number, and he could not help but wonder if there was something else going on.

*****

Not knowing what else to do with it, Haruhi had pocketed the small, flat object and promptly put it from her mind. Surely the owner would realize it was missing and come looking for it. It didn’t seem all that important to her; but who was she to judge the actions of some rich student with more money than brains?

“Haru-chan! Over here!”

Honey’s child-like voice rang clear through her thoughts, pulling her back into the reality around her. Putting a smile on her face she navigated the room to where the smaller teen sat; a large grin on his face and an even larger piece of chocolate cake before him.

“Haru-chan!” He exclaimed happily, not giving her the chance to properly greet him, or his guests. “Haru-chan, I have a problem. Will you help me?”

Unsure of what she was about to get into, Haruhi kept herself from outwardly shuddering and replied carefully to the blonde’s request. “What do you need help with, Honey-sempai?”

A look of sadness moved over Honey’s face, a slight whimper filling his words. “Takashi isn’t here today, so I have no one to help me eat this piece of cake.” He paused, and Haruhi could feel herself pale for what was coming next. “Will you help me eat this delicious cake?”

Several heads turned in unison to face the two Hosts in question, as a moment of eerie silence fell over the room. It was a silence that did not last long before it was filled with the adoring sounds from the gathered guests. Haruhi made a point to avoid the stares of the other Hosts as she nodded to the smaller boy, and moved into the empty seat beside him. As much as she didn’t care for sweets; she cared for her debt to the club even less.

A pair of well-practiced fingers pushed those glasses further up his nose as he watched the scene before him unfold. That was an interesting development. Kyoya could not help but suspect that if any other Host were to make that same request, Haruhi would have turned them down.

Very interesting, indeed.

*****

The end of the day finally came, and for the first time they could remember Hikaru and Kaoru were glad to see it. Long heavy sighs fell from their lips in that practiced unison as they slumped into vacant chairs, arms falling limply at their sides and heads thrown back.

“Late night?” Questioned Tamaki; a playful smirk dancing over his handsome features. In response both brothers groaned, nodding their heads.

“Kyoya booked us-“started Kaoru. “A very energetic guest.” finished Hikaru.

From where he sat at the gathered table, Kyoya chuckled softly. "She was very clear as to her request for a Host. I had no other choice."

"At least you two entertained." Honey's pouted voice was quick to fill the conversation. "I just keep getting cuddled."

"Cuddled?" Repeated Tamaki, a look of disbelief on his face. "You've got to be kidding me. At this point in time I could go for a good session of nothing but cuddles."

"Be careful what you wish for Boss." Hikaru added with a smirk, lifting his head to join the conversation. "You don't know what's in today's requests."

Five pairs of eyes drifted slowly to the neatly stacked pile of small white envelopes that offended the otherwise pristine tabletop. Thirteen requests, from one day's work. It seemed the popularity of their additional services was growing. If it kept growing, would the six of them be able to keep up? It was a thought Kyoya instantly dismissed, as he reached for the first envelope. Now was not the time to dwell on that dilemma.

He was about to pull the single sheet of paper from its holder when the sound of the club room door opening drew his attention. He had been expecting Mori, but the fact that Haruhi was with him was a surprise. Almost instantly, a tense feeling filled the room as the door closed behind the two additional members.

Haruhi could feel the change, but did not know why. Having found the item in her pocket, she'd decided to return it to the club room in case its owner came looking for it. She had not expected to find the entire club still here. And in the middle of something big, based on the nervous looks from Honey and Tamaki.

In true Haruhi fashion, she determined the only way she was going to know what was going on, was to ask.

"What are you guys doing?"

Snapping back to his senses, Tamaki plastered that familiar boyish grin to his lips and answered before anyone else could. "Club stuff, of course!"

All five faces fell. Even Mori, who was new to the room was resisting the urge to facepalm.

Haruhi let the silence fall. In a way, Tamaki's answer made sense. The whole club was assembled, in their club room too. Wait. Unable to stop it from happening, her eyes narrowed slightly. "Club stuff, Sempai? Without me?"

Realizing the potential of where this conversation could go, Kaoru was quick to break the new found silence. "Hikaru and I informed the others of the big physics test tomorrow, and we all decided we didn't want to distract you from your studying."

"Yeah." Agreed Hikaru with a nod. "You complained the other day about how little time you have to focus on your school work right now."

Six very expensive watches ticked away the seconds of utter silence that followed the twins. In theory, their explanation sounded good. And thoughtful, and caring, and just what someone would expect from the members of the elite Host Club. In theory.

Very unsure, Haruhi crossed her arms over her chest, and exhaled slowly. "Sorry, but I'm not believing that. Besides, I've already done my studying. Kyoya-sempai helped me."

Tamaki's head spun quickly to face his best friend, glaring through narrowed eyes as Kyoya shrugged casually.

"Haruhi asked. I agreed. Nothing more."

Thankfully he was spared any further explanation by the sharp 'Oh!' Haruhi let out. Her eyes had found the object in Kyoya's hands; and it reminded her she had one of her own still. Reaching into her pocket she removed it, and made her way quickly through the room towards him. She was about to lay it down before him; when her gaze found the pile. A frown moved over her face, and she could not hold back the confusion in her tone. "Kyoya-sempai... Are all of those yours?"

It was a loaded question, and required a very thoughtful answer from the raven-haired teen. It was hard to keep eye contact with Haruhi; those large brown eyes burning with curiosity and surprise. Pursing his lips in thought Kyoya weighed the options of their situation before finally answering her.

"Technically, they're all of ours-"

"Kyoya!" Tamaki's sharp and slightly panicked voice cut the other teen off; all eyes moving to stare at their president. "No."

An eyebrow rose in silent question; those onyx eyes narrowing slightly behind those silver frames. Since when did Tamaki tell him no? This was something new. Another thought Kyoya buried for further investigation at a later date. Right now he had something more important to deal with.

Adjusting his glasses, the vice-president leveled a very even stare on the princely blonde. It took a great deal of willpower to keep the smirk from his features. He could feel the shared tensions of all those around him; and a part of him basked in that sweet feeling. It gave him confidence.

"Was it not you, yourself, Tamaki who decided the unbreakable code that it was all of the Host Club; or no one?"

*****

A/N: I should have mentioned it in my first chapter, and I apologize that I did not. A huge thank you to my Beta reader, Lady E! I appreciate all that you’re doing for me!

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