And when I opened the door...

[haruhi]

The library was no good... Why was everything so expensive in this school? And not only that, they were all so loud. Even at the library, she could tell people were there just to have fun. She doubted any of these kids had to work for anything. Maybe they even paid the professors to pass them, those stupid rich kids.

Haruhi looked at her surroundings. The school was certainly impressive. Even for a hallway like this one, the walls and everything around seemed to scream wealthiness. This certainly was the school for the rich kids of Japan. And she still didn't like it.

"Just three years, Haruhi. Three more years and you'll be able to go to the university." She started muttering to herself, hugging her books against her chest. But before that, she needed to get excellent grades to get into the one she wanted. It meant studying all day and night, with the occasional break to cook and sleep. It didn't bother Haruhi in the slightest, but she certainly could use a place to study. She couldn't very well study in the hallway, right? There had to be an empty classroom around.

Stopping in front of a random door, Haruhi smiled to herself. She kept quiet for a moment, waiting for any sound to hit her ears. Nothing. Excellent! She could study there. Certainly all the students were gone and off, doing their rich kids activities. She could stay here, after class, and study all she wanted.

And so, slowly, as if slow motion, Haruhi held her books with one arm, the other stretching to open the door. The handle turned. It was open!

And when she opened the door...

[Tamaki Suoh]

And so it was beginning. It was another school year, but more importantly, it was another day for the Host Club to be in business. There was no major events going on that day. Instead of cosplay, everyone was in normal uniform, with the expectation of a normal day was about to occur. Sitting comfortably nearby was the Renaissance vase that would soon be up for auction at the school. As for his beautiful self, he was located in the center of the room (of course) on the couch, sitting patiently for their first guest. Over all, everything was going perfectly spectacular as their hosting was about to being. Absolutely nothing could go wrong!

The moment the door handle began to turn, Tamaki turned on his charm. Legs crossed and his pearly whites showing in a smooth smile, he prepared himself to greet whoever it was that was about to cross the threshold into their world of beauty. Upon the site of a boy dressed in grungy commoner’s clothing, however, he had to pause for a moment. It was not everyday that a boy came to the host club like this. However, he didn’t have time to think. Male or female, he had to greet the customer. Then he could think things over.

”Welcome young sir to the Ouran Host Club.”

Due to the unusual circumstances of the situation in front of him, Tamaki had to stand up and personally greet the young man who had just entered. Why exactly was he here though? Was he here for the services of the Host Club? Well, while they had tailored their services for the ladies, they could branch out into people of various other orientations. Whether male or female, hetero or homosexual, they were dedicated to entertaining their guests. Besides, with Hikaru and Kaoru’s act, they really had no right to judge against people of differing orientation.

”My my, tis an unusual site to see a boy enter our room, but hosting for someone openly gay like this might prove an interesting challenge. So tell me sir, what kind of boy are you into? The cool type? The boy-lolita? What about the wild type? Or maybe the mischievous type? Or maybe…” by this point Tamaki was right up to the boy, hands gently caressing the chin in front of him as he whispered suavely,”Your into a guy like me.”

Now that he was up close and personal with him, Tamaki could see the boy more clearly. He had thick framed glasses, and that sweater of his was just…ugh, he couldn’t even describe it. And his hair? Whoever his hairstylist was just had to be fired and….wait a moment, this boy looked familiar…NOW HE REMEMBERED!

”Wait a moment…aren’t you Haruhi Fujioka, the famous honor student?”

[haruhi]

"Host...Club?"

Haruhi blinked at the bright sight. It wasn't everyday that you were greeted by a sight like that. Of course, she did the only thing natural in such situations: She freaked out. "WHAT?" She couldn't hide her surprise, taking a step backwards, only to crash with the now closed door. What the hell was this place and what the hell was a 'Host Club'? No no no. This wasn't what she wanted. Never mind that, but these person, this... blonde boy had a special kind of aura, the kind that told her she needed to get away as soon as possible or problems would follow her.

"No no! There was a mistake!" She said, stretching her arms our and waving them, as if to keep the man away from her. What the hell was this place? First the expensive meals, then the library being noisy as hell and now this man talking about a host club. Host? No, that couldn't be right. This was a school! Schools didn't need 'Host clubs'! Maybe other kind of clubs, like sports or arts, but hosting?

"Wh- Openly gay?" She blinked at the boy in confusion. What did her preferences have to do with anything? She didn't even know what a host club did. Not even caring to correct him. It wasn't his business what she liked. Hell, she didn't even know herself, not that she cared that much. Studies. That was what she had to be focusing on. Not stupid boys or girls... They certainly were rich though. Lucky bastards.

He was already presenting her with options and- Wait, options? Did they sell people here? Her gaze followed each boy as he pointed at them, the weird fear creeping up inside of her with each different sight. These were troublesome people. She just knew it. All she had to do was step away, as gently as possible and they could leave her alone. Why couldn't she just study? She kept getting in trouble in this place. Ah mother, what should I do?

"No, you got it wrong I don't- GAH!" She jerked suddenly, trying to get away from the boy as he got far too close to be comfortable. What the hell was he doing? No one touched Haruhi! She didn't like it! Her hair stood up like the fur of a hissing cat as she tried to move away. "That's not- Ah?"

She'd managed to turn away, rounding the boy as best as she could, her back to the rest of the room. If she'd taken notice, she would have seen the very expensive things around. Too bad she didn't care for such things. Instead, she focused her gaze on the sex offender, in case he tried to get more friendly with her.

"How- how did you know?" She asked, getting more and more crept out. Was this man following her or something? Or was it that everybody knew about her? No, that couldn't be right. Why would the rich folks care for a poor girl like herself?

[Tamaki Suoh]

Lost in his own little world, Tamaki had been rather oblivious to the reactions the boy was having to him and the Host Club. Instead, he simply went on his spiel, ignoring the obvious fact that the boy didn’t seem interested in the whole affair. It just never occurred to him that someone who entered the club would have been there on accident, or even if they did, would have no interest in the group of fabulous young men right in front of them. Confusion, rejection, it all had no place in Tamaki’s little dream world (or well, as it was at the moment). About the only thing that he was willing to actually realize was when the boy had to back up after he had gotten close to the boy and he backed up. Okay, so he wasn’t big on the physical contact. That he would have to keep in mind. After all, a host had to make sure to know the comfort levels their guests had on things such as that.

Eventually his mind registered that he was speaking, and in this particular case that he was wondering just exactly how they knew who she was. Well, that was an easy enough question to answer…

”Why it’s quite simple Haruhi Fujioka; you’re an honor student. It is not everyday that a commoner is lifted up to the level of those blessed with beauty and riches like us. You must feel like you’re being spurned, neglected, looked on like some alien from another planet!”

Even though he had just thought about being less touchy-feely with the boy, Tamaki couldn’t help but put a hand on the boy’s shoulder as he spoke, dramatic gestures piercing the air the entire time as he did so. He also failed to notice the irony of his dramatic speeches about his ‘poverty’ were pretty much just a different way of looking at him as if, in Tamaki’s words, ‘an alien from another planet.’ At least the way he was looking at Haruhi was more like one of fascination and wonder than pity or disgust…

”But there is no need to feel like that anymore. Your existence here shows you have audacious nerve and personality, and that is something that we here at the Host Club can respect! Underneath those grungy, dirty clothes beats the heart of a majestic lion. No doubt such a heart was born from the rigors of being poor. Long live the poor!”

Whatever Haruhi had to be doing by now, Tamaki was lost in his own fantasy again as he was gesturing, twirling, and making a spectacle out of the whole thing. This was him at his finest and most dramatic, and he still had to do that one last thing.

”And so then poor man, we welcome you to our world..OF BEAUTY!”

[haruhi]

Haruhi's left eye twitched. What the hell was wrong with this guy? She was sorely insulted by his words and yet he kept going on and on as if he was merely telling a story. An alien? Neglected? Well, that good for nothing rich bastard. He certainly would think that, considering how unimportant she was compared to his rich persona. Ah, how she hated these people.

"Yes... thank you." She said bitterly, hunching down with her books. What was with these idiots? Insulting her like that? She gritted her teeth, trying not to look too angry. It seemed as this annoying person had a talent for making her angry.

This was when Haruhi noticed the hand on her shoulder. Her eye kept twitching in anger as she took a step aside, hoping to make him drop his hand. She didn't like being touched by this person. It seemed like he'd hit a nerve with his presentation. Pretentious prick.

Grungy, dirty clothes. She was now shaking in anger. Who was this man and why was he trying his best to insult everything about her? She took another step away from him, moving backwards. This idiot was going to make her lose control of her emotions. There was just one word to describe him...

"Annoying." She said, finally realizing what she'd wanted to call him. He could live in fantasy all he wanted. She didn't care she just wanted to be left alone. She took another step backwards, away from him.

"I don't care about beauty." She said, looking away, "Appearance doesn't matter to me. What's important is what's inside." And she lived her motto with her appearance too. It was obvious Haruhi didn't care how she looked.

"Now, if you excuse me, I just wanted a quiet place to read." So she took another step backwards, turning to the door. It would be better to pretend this meeting never happened...

[Tamaki Suoh]

Tamaki could sense the bitterness of the commoner’s words, but believe it was not coming from anything directed at him, but instead coming from a bitterness at the world. A world that looked down on the poor, neglecting them, leaving them to rot in the streets while the rest of society ignored them in their fancy balls and buffets. None of that matter now however. While he could not save the rest of them, he could save this one fortunate soul who fought his way up to the peak of society here at Ouran. This audacious boy was now at the Host Club, wanting a simple break from the stresses of a commoner at Ouran must face. His entire life depended on getting the first spot in the rankings of his class. One bad grade could wipe him out for good. As Hosts, no, as people they had to help this poor man!

As she escaped from his grasps, he kept his monologue going while following her around. When he finally finished his speech, his arms were open and waiting for a response. What did he get? One word; annoying. Just a second of standing there with no response, it seemed in a flash Tamaki was in a corner of the room, hunched over and sitting down in a depressed state. Annoying? Was he really annoying? He didn’t mean to be annoying? Maybe he had gone too far with his speech? He was trying to compliment the boy, so why did he need to be mean? Even in his depression however he could still hear the boy speaking. What he said, well, he couldn’t stand for it!

Almost as sudden as his depression, he was blocking the door to the hall, cutting off the boy’s escape. With all the righteous fury of a host, he had to say something about the comment about the unimportance of appearances!

”Now hold on one moment Fujioka. You say appearance means nothing. Yet why do you think they put art in museums? Because beauty must be shared with the world! Your appearance is the first thing a person will see about you, and therefore to ensure you put your best foot forward you must maintain your appearance the best you can…”

However, Tamaki could see the point the boy made about what matters being on the inside. It was just fortunate then that there was in fact an example of someone who was perfectly beautiful, both inside and out.

”But you are right that what is inside is important as well. That’s why it’s such a burden for me. It’s not every day that God makes a person beautiful both inside and out. Tis why I have taken it upon myself to share not just my beauty, but the beauty of everyone I know, with the world.”

[haruhi]

He seemed to get depressed far too easily too. What a troublesome man... Haruhi waved a hand, as if that would rest worth of her own words. Perhaps she overdid it a bit? She did have a tendency to forget her words could hurt people. "Ah- No. Sorry, sorry." She said, trying to smile, though it was forced and awkward. "I was- ah, a bit touched by your words, really." Lies, but they would probably work in someone as silly as this person.

All Haruhi wanted was to leave. Really, couldn't they just give up and continue through their merry, rich bastardy ways and leave her alone? She was pretty sure she wouldn't bother them anymore, much less set a foot on this room ever again. All she had to do now was get to that door. Ah yes, that wonderful door that would keep her away and safe from these freaks, especially that blonde guy. What was with the dramatic poses? She just didn't get it. Was it to make themselves look more appealing? Because that just didn't seem to work on Haruhi.

Just before he could reach the door, the rich guy appeared again, making her even more nervous. Why couldn't they just let her go? She ran away, walking backwards, trying to run from the speech and any kind of inappropriate touching. You could tell this man wasn't Japanese, not only by his looks, but by the way he kept invading personal space like that. Another step backwards, and she stared at him with a wide open mouth. She narrowed her hands, looking away at his point. That- that actually made sense, when it came to art but...

"People are not works of art." She refuted lamely, taking yet another step backwards. Why did he insist? There he went, already saying he was perfect inside and out. Really? How self centered could someone be? For some reason this person really bothered her. There was something inherently annoying about his incredibly high self esteem. Of all the people she'd met already, this one in particular seemed far more shallow and empty. It was obvious he lived in his own little world.

"E-Excuse me!" She said, taking another step away from him, and the entire pretty boy team. "I need to go- study! Yes- I-I-Gah!" The next bit happened in almost slow motion. She took one final step backwards, still trying to get some distance between herself and the strange boy. She hadn't noticed the nice looking vase set behind her, placed in a table far too small for it. The thing moved with Haruhi's weight as she tripped, sliding from it's place and onto the floor. She turned, trying to catch it mid air. Despite her attempt, she felt the cool porcelain gracing her fingers as it slid from her reach and onto the floor. The crash was imminent. The vase broke into many little pieces, leaving Haruhi stare at it with wide, surprised eyes, her mouth twitching and gaping at the sight.

"I-I-I'll pay for it!" She said suddenly, turning from her place on the floor. Really... a tacky vase like that. How much could it be? She still felt nervous though. Knowing this place, this vase thing was going to take all her food money...

[Kyouya Ootori]

Kyouya had looked up from a notepad when the door opened and someone walked into the music room. At first he thought it was another customer, but he did not remember someone being on the list today. However, that did not stop their president from welcoming into the room at all. Sometimes he believed the boy was too much for most people and yet he did nothing to stop Tamaki for now as he turned back to his notes taking about the upcoming events for the club. He was hidden behind a pillar from view for now and that was where he was going to remain. He trusted Tamaki to deal with the matter smoothly.

After a moment or so Kyouya stood up and pushed in his chair and moved to see who was at the door. It took him a few seconds to realize who had come into the club. He noted that she was in the twins’ year and in their class as well, but her clothing as well as her profile told that she was poor and that would make no profits for him. He simply pushed up his glasses and went and grabbed a tea cup and poured himself a glass of tea and took a slip of it.

Kyouya did glance up when Tamaki suggested that Haruhi was a male and fancy the males of the club more than ladies. He had a slightly idea cross his mind to let his friend play this out. He would see how long it took lady lover to actually realize she was a girl. This would be fun for him and to see how many of the club members would know and he doubt that the school had paid much attention to her. He was probably the only one in the school that knew more about her and that he was going to keep to himself.

He caught a few of the words that were spoken between the two of them. He looked up slightly when the blonde had mentioned her name. It was something for Tamaki to be proud of. Maybe Tamaki was not as hopeless as the thought he was. Kyouya nearly let out a smirk when he thought back to something his father said about the academy letting someone that pour into the halls. He dismissed the thought easily and looked back to what he had been writing.

What did he care if she happened to show up into their little club? He knew there was no way that she was going to afford anything that they sold to the ladies of the school that could not get enough of their antics. For now he saw her as a fly on the wall that was keeping his royal highness business so he did not bother him. He took another drink and went back and sat down in his chair. He said nothing to her or anyone else for that matter. He was busy and they knew better to bug him too much. He had taken his tea with him and went to take another drink…

When he heard something crashing and breaking against the floor he nearly spilt his tea onto his blazer. He quickly sat the tea down on the table and stood up and grabbed a black pocket book from the inside his blazer and moved around the pillar to see what had just broken. His dark black eyes fell onto the vase. A vase that was to be auctioned for a fundraiser was now shattered into a million pieces. His lip curled slightly and looked to the girl now.

”That you will pay for. That was to be auctioned off for a fundraiser in a few weeks. Starting bid would have been eight million yen. Hm, however, you wont be able to pay for it with your lunch money. No something more suiting should be done.” He wrote her name down and the price of the vase into his book and moved his eyes back to the girl.

[Hikaru Hitachiin]

Hikaru had been a little bit away from the door and Tamaki whispering about the plans about their aunt’s birthday party to his brother. In a few short weeks the party would be underway and he was still trying to decide which would be the best way to invite the club over to the party without raising too much suppression from their parents. He also knew that they risk drawing attention to themselves by talking in the corner like this, but it was just like them to do this every now and then when they were plotting something big.

For a moment after the door opened up to the music room, Hikaru tilted his head to the side to get a look at the person and looked at how exactly they were dress. He could tell they did not have much of a fashion sense since they were not even wearing the school uniform. He remembered someone in their class not wearing the uniform, but at that time it was nothing to worry about. He doubted that he would have to worry about it.

He watched Tamaki started to address the stranger that had came into the room and moved closer to Kaoru. This would distraction would play well with the fact they were thinking of something to tell them to get them over. ”…I don’t think they would come if we tell them it’s a birthday party for auntie…” Hikaru said gently with a sigh. This had been proven harder than what he thought it would be. How to get the club over there…..

Hikaru stopped in his train of thoughts when Tamaki had started to introduce them to the new person. This sparked his interest and looked over to see Kyouya not paying much attention to the prince and the person either. He stood up and straightened on his tie and took a hold of Kaoru’s hand and dragged him over towards the door. If the prince wanted to show off his little troubles Hikaru was more than willing to help in the matter.

He watched closely as the person backed up away from Tamaki and turned away from a moment and looked at Kaoru with a bit of evil grin on his face and he slowly let go of his brother’s hand and moved closer to be standing behind Tamaki.

“Now boss, you shouldn’t scare our young friend here. You would make them feel unwanted and I would doubt you would want that now.” Hikaru said playfully towards Tamaki and moved to step pass the blonde boy. ”Haruhi…I have heard that name before…we are in the same class no?”

He said this and noticed she was backing up more and within seconds he heard the crashing of something breaking. He winced slightly and closed his eyes some and before anyone had something to say he heard someone behind him speak up after Haruhi spoke about repaying it.

Hikaru looked behind him and smirked slightly at Kyouya knowing he always was the one about money. He sighed some and walked closer to Haruhi and reached out and took a hold of her sleeve and pulled it up and then dropped it in what looked to be disgust on his face. ”How would you pay it back? Kyouya right…your lunch money would take you nearly what…a million years to pay it back. We don’t have time for that. Hmmm….maybe working off your debt working here? We can always use someone to make and prepare sweets for our guests….perhaps even some commoner’s desserts?”

[Tamaki Suoh]

[OOC: I figure by this point no other Host is posting so I’m gonna get this rolling so we can get it wrapping up. Plus, I get scary Tamaki moment here]

The boy’s attempt to run away from him was laughable. Dismissing appearances the way he did was something that could not be forgiven in a Host Club. Still, Tamaki was trying his best to not be as overbearing as he had been, but he still could not let such a careless statement be thrown about like that. He missed his statement completely regarding humans not being art (though obviously he would have said something about it if he had heard), and instead finally finished just in time to hear the boy trying to get away to go and study. Tamaki looked up to try and say something to him, but instead witnessed in slow motion the crashing of the boy into the vase, it smashing on the floor and breaking into a shattered shell of its former self. Oh, that was unfortunate wasn’t it? Well, he would just have to pay for it and….wait, a commoner paying for that vase was impossible!

The sudden arrival of Kyouya started Tamaki; more importantly, the arrival of his black notebook was of great misfortune to the boy. Kyouya was ruthless when it came to money, and there was no way that they would let him get away with breaking an eight million yen vase and not paying for it. Tamaki almost felt sorry for the boy, but there really wasn’t anything that they could do about it now…

The arrival of the twins wasn’t really helping anything either, even if they did point out what was pretty much the obvious truth about the commoner’s social and monetary status. There was absolutely no way that the boy would be able to pay for it (he doubted the commoner could make the high quality sweets the club used, as Hikaru suggested). But there had to be some way for the boy to….

It was very rare when it happened, but Tamaki soon gained a rather evil grin on his face. He knew just what to do. The boy doubted that appearance mattered, that class and being a gentleman was completely unimportant. Now that the boy owed them eight million yen vase, however, the perfect chance to teach the boy otherwise had arrived. The boy was going to soon learn all about the hosting job from the inside out. He would have to start from the bottom of course, doing errands and what not, but maybe with time and tutoring the boy could make it as a full fledged host.

”Actually, I think the answer here is quite simple here gentlemen.”

With an air of the dramatic, Tamaki soon planted himself on the couch, leg’s crossed and finger ready for pointing at Haruhi.

”I believe you are familiar with this saying Haruhi Fujioka. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Since you fail to understand and appreciate the art of beauty and hosting, you will pay off your eight million debt by serving the Host Club and being my apprentice. In short,” he now raised his finger right at Haruhi,”Starting today, you are the Host Club’s dog.”

He loved being King.

[haruhi]

This was... confusing. More than confusing. This was down right insane. Haruhi looked from host to host, her panicked face increasing in shock at every word each of them said. It was just a vase! A freaking vase! What was so important about it that made it so expensive?

"I- I- I can pay it with lunch money!" She exclaimed, though she started making math. It was a big number though. So big, in fact, that genius Haruhi had to use her fingers to count. Just how many lunches would she have to he have to skip in order to pay for this? The final number was shocking. She would need to skip lunch, yes, and even meals for years, in order to pay for this broken vase.

What- What could she do now?

Haruhi's scared face turned to the self proclaimed king, who managed to go from one scale of scary to the opposite... which still meant freaking scary, but in a more normal, what you would expect of a king, way.

He might as well proclaimed her head was to be cut...

Haruhi stood there, frozen in space, mouth open as she gaped at her senpai. She was dizzy, and offended to no end, but mostly dizzy.

A dog. She was going to be their dog. She could easily hear a dog barking and howling as he said that, and her eye twitched in anger. She felt her soul leaving her body and she fell backwards, suddenly losing all strength in her legs.

Mother in heaven, what have I gotten myself into?

[Kyouya Ootori]

Kyouya looked up to Hikaru and pushed his glasses up. He knew him and his brother was plotting something, but what was yet to be seen by anyone yet. He closed his black notebook and let his hand rest against his side and thought for a moment or so to how this ‘girl’ would pay off the debt of eight million yens to the club. From what he had gather so far neither Tamaki nor Hikaru had realize that he was a girl. He knew he could simply tell them, but even he needed a laugh for now.

”Hikaru, you should pay more attention in your classroom. Fujioka, is the top student in your class. Stop plotting with Kaoru and become more social outside of the club please.” Kyouya stated politely and moved and placed the notebook down at the table he was standing next to and glance up once more to Hikaru.

Kyouya smirked some when Haruhi was fairly convinced that she could pay for it from her lunch money. Even he knew that was a far fetch dream from someone like her. He doubted she had even seen that much money in her entire life. However, he was polite enough to not to mention this to her or even the club for that matter.

He glanced up at Hikaru when he suggested that she work off the money by working for the club and making sweets. ”I doubt any of our guest would want the things that Fujioka could make for them.” He gave a small chuckle as he was careful not to say any sort of gender remarks for now. This could be fun for him for now. Waiting and watching for the members to realize that Haruhi was a girl. He did love his little games and if they were going to fall for it, who was he to stop it?

He raised his eyebrow slightly when Tamaki had pretty that she was the new dog of the club. He smirked some and looked back to her. ”No dog of the club is going to be seen in something like that, Suoh. Get Fujioka a uniform and I will just add three hundred thousand yen to the eight million tab.”

Kyouya picked up the black notepad and opened it and started to right in it for now. He was making a note how much she owed the club for future reference. Plus this was something he could hold over her and Tamaki’s head overtime. His smirk on grew at the thought of being owed money at the moment. A dog is a dog one way or another.

[Hikaru Hitachiin]

Hikaru looked over to Kyouya with a blank expression on his face when he was told that he should pay more attention to the people in the classroom. He usually did, but Haruhi was not one of the people that actually stood out to him for the most part. He reached up and scratched his head slightly pondering exactly what he knew about the boy standing in front of them all for a moment.

He simply shrugged off the idea that he should have paid more attention to the people in his classroom. It was no fun if he knew everyone and now Haruhi presented him with a bit of a challenge with getting to know him, especially after he had just broken the vase. ”Now, now Kyouya-sempai, why would I do that when I can just get the information from you. No shock that you seem to know our young friend here already with that smirk on your face. Why should I waste my time?”

Hikaru smirked some and turned his attention back to Haruhi for now and studied him. He looked down to the broken vase and bent down and poked at it slightly with his finger. ”Perhaps we can find another one like it or something….because we need something to fill its place in the auction and I doubt Haruhi-san would have anything at his house to replace it with…what a sad day…the person that would have been buying it must be sad about it…”

He knew perfectly well that he had no idea who might have wanted to buy the vase at this time. He just wanted to see how Haruhi was acted when he thought about someone that might have wanted to buy it from the Host Club. He glanced up at him and pouted slightly like he had lost one of his best friends, before standing up.

Once he was back up on his feet he glanced towards Kyouya and Tamaki as they talked about Haruhi becoming the dog of the club. A small glint of glee found its way into his eye before it disappeared and he moved closer to Haruhi and placed his hands on his shoulder. ”This could be fun Boss! Me and Kaoru can show him everything since we are in the same class after all.”

Hikaru had one thing on his mind about ‘showing’ Haruhi the ropes of the club. Pulling him into cause trouble for the others and pulling pranks on everyone else. With Haruhi meant that he and Kaoru could get away with much more than just simple tasks that they could pull on people. He wanted to laugh, but held it in for now. ”You can leave him to us Boss!”

Hikaru looked like Hunny when around a large candy supply at the moment. This could only mean one things for Haruhi, and that was he was in a world of trouble with dealing with Hikaru. The trouble marker twin gave a small chuckle as he thought about things he could do with this new found decoy.