Birthday Surprises | By : evilfairy Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 10046 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“This is no good!” Tamaki shouted as he pointed behind him to the wall of roses. There wasn’t a hole to be seen, but still, “There aren’t enough roses here! More! More! I want more!” The plywood was about to break with the extra weight of the flowers. It already had a significant bend.
Kyoya adjusted his glasses, “our budget won’t allow for more roses.”
“There must be more money somewhere,” Tamaki whined.
“If you want more roses, figure out a way to cut back Hunny-sempai's cake allowance.” Kyoya looked over the clubs budget. Actually, there was more then enough money to buy Tamaki all the damn roses he wanted but this way was more fun and the shadow king liked to take his fun where he could. He watched as the host club king sauntered over to Hunny. Tamaki spoke in a low voice to the upper classmen. Hunny looked at him like he’d go insane. Kyoya noticed Tamaki had been on edge since getting back from break. There wasn’t any good reason for it. The twins weren’t around. That should have put the host club king at ease. But Tamaki had been picking at every little thing.
“No!” Hunny cried, “That’s my cake. I won’t give it up.”
“Very well.” Tamaki stood and went to his seat, to regroup. Haruhi watched the whole encounter with a tiny smile on her face. This would prove fun. Since Hikaru and Kaoru had been in the US with their parents, the club had been kinda dead. Hikaru called her everyday though, making sure she was alright. Haruhi had a feeling that the real reason he called, however, was to make sure she didn’t find someone else while he was over-seas. Silly insecure boy.
“Oh, Haruhi,” Kyoya looked at the girl, “I need you to run an errand. Take this to the club office.”
“Okay,” she took the papers from him. Glancing at them she realized that they were club activities records. Kyoya had kept records that were nearly down to the minute. No wonder he was such a good shadow king!
Haruhi looked up as Hunny began to wail. The plate with his cake had been put on the shelf over one of the doors. The poor senior was jumping pointlessly to reach it. The natural rookie of the host club left the room. This was going to get messy.
“Good afternoon, Haruhi-kun,” one of the girls in her class smiled, the palest hint of a blush stained her cheeks.
“Good afternoon,” she smiled back. It still baffled her that she was so popular among the girls in the school.
The walk to the office was a relatively short one and the day was blessedly free from snow. The last storm had left a soft blanket ever the school, making the whole campus look like some faery-tale dream. Hikaru said that San Francisco was just rainy but not as cold. There were so many places she wished to see, America being one. She hoped that some day she’d be able to become a great attorney and travel the world.
The student club office was empty. When Haruhi handed the Host Clubs minutes over to the secretary, she seemed almost giddy to have something to do.
“Thank you, Fujioka-kun,” She smiled at the student.
“You’re welcome. Have a nice day,” Haruhi replied.
Upon returning to the music room, Haruhi was confronted with the sight of a piece of cake on a string being pulled around the room by some kind of mechanical arm with Hunny-sempai chasing it. Mori didn’t look amused. He stood against the wall arms crossed watching the scene play out.
“I need to pick up my kendo gi,” he said taking note of his beeping watch.
“I’ll go.” Haruhi rushed from the room. It looked like thing were going to get violent and she didn’t want to be caught in the middle of it. As soon as the door closed behind her she realized she had no idea where to go. Sheepishly she went back inside to ask. Mori however, sensed that she would return and opted to just walk with her to the PE department.
“Does it bother you that Tamaki-sempai is treating Hunny-sempai that way?” Haruhi asked.
“Mitsukuni can take care of himself.” Mori replied. Nothing more was said as they walked to the other side of the school. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, just an uncommon one. So rarely was Haruhi able to enjoy the quiet companionship of the host members. The only two who were quiet were Mori and Kyoya and she rarely spent time with them alone.
Mori collected his gi and the pair headed back to the club room only to find Tamaki using the skills he’d gained at the pension by boarding up the sweets cabinet. Hunny looked horrified. Kyoya looked amused.
“Kyoya sempai, do you have anymore errands you would like me to do?” Haruhi called to the boy.
Hunny launched himself at her, “Haru-chan, could you get me my cake?” Haruhi could see Tamaki setting up a box stilted on a stick with a piece of cake sitting inside. A string was attached to the top of the wood, presumably so the rod could be pulled away and drop the box.
“Have things really been so boring around here that you need to keep cake from Hunny-sempai for entertainment?” Kaoru asked from the door. He and Hikaru were dressed in street clothes but seeing as how neither had been in school that day, it wasn’t an issue.
Hikaru smiled, going to the TV which was usually hidden, turning it on. He flipped through the channels.
“I thought you were going to be in the US for another week,” Haruhi stood next to him, but not touching. Hikaru smiled at her as he finally landed on the English station.
The announcer was talking about finance reform and the president doing something stupid again. Then there was a segment on cows and tornadoes.
“Do you think they’ll show it?’ Kaoru asked his brother.
“They’ll show it,” Hikaru smirked.
Haruhi was almost too afraid to ask but… “what did you do now?”
“And in San Francisco…”
“Here it is.” Hikaru grinned devilishly.
“…The twin sons of major Japanese fashion designer Hatsumomo Hitachiin were seen making out on the steps of the pagoda in Japan town.” No more could be heard over the twins laughing. However someone had gotten the fateful kiss on camera. The boys were really going at it. They started off just sitting next to each other, kissing. Then Kaoru moved to sit on Hikaru’s lap. The older twin pulled his brother closer as he worked open Kaoru’s mouth with his own.
It was the only time when both Haruhi and Tamaki felt the same thing at the same time; jealousy.
Both Hikaru and Kaoru stopped to take in a breath at the same time. It appeared to be perfect timing because that was when they, on the tape, pulled back to moan both the host club king and the natural rookie’s names (respectively).
At that point the two who were jealous became the two who wished with all their might they be swallowed by the ground.
Kyoya turned off the TV looking at both the red faced teenagers. There was something in his eye that worried the others, “What exactly happened in Aoyama?”
“Well…” Haruhi began.
“You see… that is…” Tamaki continued.
“We played a little game.” Kaoru grinned.
“It was a fun game however, I'm not sure who won. I think we'll just have to call it a tie." Hikaru draped his arm over Haruhi’s shoulder, the implication being clear. Kaoru moved closer to Tamaki, silently saying the same thing.
“I see,” Kyoya’s voice became dangerously low. He glared at Kaoru and moved to sit down, “we need to have a meeting about how the club with proceed from here.” He adjusted his glasses. The other club members followed silently.
“Will your budding relationships be a problem?” Kyoya asked the first and most direct question. Tamaki squirmed in his seat. Good. Let him squirm.
“No,” Haruhi spoke up. She looked directly at Kyoya when she did.
“No,” Hikaru said smiling as he took her hand.
“I don’t think so,” Kaoru said.
“Non, mon ami, this won’t be a problem,” Tamaki replied dejectedly.
“Now how did this come about?” Kyoya looked at all four involved.
“It was an accident,” Haruhi said. Hikaru didn’t really like that their night together was considered a mistake, but Kyoya looked really angry and she was the only person who could defuse the situation.
“I’m not really sure how it happened,” Haruhi went on, “One minute Hikaru had a bloody nose, the next Kaoru was kissing me. Then he was gone. I don’t know where he went...” Tamaki knew where he went, “...And the then Hikaru and I…” Haruhi blushed.
“And you?” Kyoya looked to Kaoru and Tamaki.
“I left to give them some room,” Kaoru said.
Tamaki continued, “Then I invited him in to my room and one thing led to another and we…we…” He sputtered.
“I get the idea,” Kyoya smiled to hide the fact that he was grinding his teeth.
“Are you agitated, Kyoya-sempai?” Haruhi asked.
“Just taking stock of the situation.” He said, making more notes. Goddamn Tamaki and Goddamn Kaoru. The host club king couldn’t be bothered to notice Kyoya’s feelings but one night alone with Kaoru and they were already sleeping together?
“Well,” Kyoya said after a moment of silence, “just make sure none of you do anything to upset the club or our patrons.”
Haruhi was certain that they hadn’t heard the last of what the shadow king had to say on the matter. She grabbed her bag and made her way out to the front of the school. There was a large crowd of girls gathered and as she neared, she realized Hikaru and Kaoru were in the center, “fighting”.
“But you kissed him.” Kaoru faked tears. The “him” they were talking about was probably Haruhi.
“I only kissed Haruhi so that I may learn more and make you go weak at the knees,” Hikaru took his brother into his arms. Yeah, Haruhi called it, alright.
“Did you really?” Kaoru looked at Hikaru with love in his eyes.
“He’s a good kisser.” Hikaru said reflectively as his eyes landed on the girl in question. Kaoru followed his gaze. He detached himself and walked to Haruhi who was beginning to get that sense of dread she normally got when the boys were playing and decided to turn their attention to her.
“Haruhi-kun,” Kaoru grabbed her by the waist, “may I have a kiss so that I may learn more ways to please my brother?”
“What?!” she jumped backwards. Kaoru grabbed her wrist and pulled that small frame against his own. He took her hand and trapped it behind her back using his free hand to tilt her face towards his. Slowly, he lowered his face to hers. Hikaru watched with the same feelings of anticipation. He couldn't help but like to watch the pair before him. There was little more then a breath between them now. The girls were starting to squeal.
“No!” Tamaki pulled Haruhi away and shoved her behind him, “GYAHH!! HOW COULD YOU TREAT YOUR SIBLING LIKE THAT? SEXUAL HARASSMENT! MOM! MOM! THE TWINS ARE HARASSING THEIR YOUNGER SIBLING!” HE turned to Haruhi gripping her by the shoulders, “did they hurt you?” He hugged her, “Tell daddy, did they hurt you at all?”
“Ow.” Haruhi coughed.
“You’re crushing Haruhi,” Kyoya said walking past the scene. It would take a while to get over the host club kings most recent infraction. He didn’t even know that he’d done something wrong. He got into the car that would take him home after making his way through the sea of girls. He’d had quite enough excitement for one day.
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