Dogged. [invite only]

[Whammy]

I could do nothing but hang my head as the new boy who had arrived, his name later mentioned to be Kyouya by Tamaki, stated that the cost of the uniform and the contacts would be simply added to my bill. Seriously, so I even had to add more to my bill in order to pay them back? Talk about shady, really. This guy seemed concerned about nothing but money, and all in all it kind of irked me. At least Tamaki had the decency not to make himself seem like a ritzy antiquated ass around me, considering the life I lived outside of Ouran.

I was... Both surprised and not, however, when Tamaki quickly jumped to my defense, saying that it would not be fair for me to have to pay for the tools used to pay back what I owed. I still felt kind of bad that I was making him pay for all of this because I couldn't afford it, but it did at least bring Tamaki into a more positive light for me. I at least knew that he had some ounce of common sense under the goofy, drama queen exterior he appeared to uphold well.

Soon, however, particularly before I even had a chance to speak, I was being rushed off to another change room, with Tamaki saying something about showing me the ropes as a host. Well, it kind of made sense, considering I was his apprentice. I was glad now that I could be confident that Tamaki wasn't a total moron, and could actually have a pretty solid head on his shoulders... Despite his odd and possibly unorthodox way of showing it.

Once in the change room, I was given a costume and told that I should try it on. It didn't look bad at first, but once I'd divested myself of my blazer and shirt... I took a better look at the costume and realized what it was. The lower half was easy, but the upper half... There was no way I could wear that. Not a chance. I mean, sure, I wasn't afraid to show a little shoulder from time to time, depending on what I was doing of course, but as a female... That style of dress was just unacceptable, really.

"Uhm... Tamaki-senpai," I started, lifting up the neck piece to examine it further. All I could hope for was that Tamaki had forgotten some part of the Bali costume and would hand it to me, but I somehow doubted that was the case. I could already see that this place was radical enough as is, so having this sort of costume for a guy wouldn't have surprised me one bit.

"There's no way I can wear this," I finished, raising a single eyebrow at it.

[Tamaki Suoh]

With his demands made and everything set, Tamaki stood outside patiently on the outside of the changing rooms to see how his apprentice would fair within the confines of the Bali costume. It would look wonderful; such a fair-skinned, wide-eyed boy decked up like a king of Bali. The girls would go nuts over him, especially if he got himself a tan through the day. Such an innocent look would just be wonderful for the club. As he stood there in his day dream, he found himself suddenly being interrupted by the sounds of Haruhi talking.

”Yes Haruhi?” He responded, still kind of in a daze. He heard him saying that he couldn’t wear it. Awww, how cute. The shy, clumsy boy was afraid to show a little skin. Oooooh, the girls would enjoy that, seeing him blushing all over as he stood there without a shirt. Energized, Tamaki opened up the curtain, eyes closed for a second as he made his pronouncement.

”Awww, how adorable of you. Shy to show…” opening his eyes, Tamaki found himself confronted with the view of Haruhi standing there, holding the costume…..with a girl’s undershirt….and curves showing out from underneath. Tamaki just stood there frozen, his sentence nervously finishing off,”off a little skin…..”

Tamaki just let the curtain drop again, standing there completely frozen for a second before turning away in an odd calm that one knew was about to explode. After about ten paces, in the main part of the room, Tamaki just lost it.

”HARUHI-KUN IS REALLY HARUHI-CHAN! HARUHI’S A GIRL!”

How could this be?! His mind was almost like a radar when it came to the women; he could spot them a mile away! How in the world did he miss this, a girl, right in front of him. Oh god….he had been twirling her around and touching her and all sorts of things!? What if she thought him some weird pervert?! Wait….did this mean he was some odd pervert?! Why was he getting so worked up though? After all, he had done such things to other girls right? Well, no, he didn’t recall grabbing a girl close to him and spinning around like a maniac. Oh no, this was a mess….and she was such a pretty girl too. He thought those eyes were so large and inviting; why didn’t THAT alert him to her being a girl.

Ah ha, he had an idea on why he was freaking out. He had taken Haruhi in as his apprentice on the assumption that he was a boy. However, now that he knew that Haruhi was a girl, it was more like he had taken Haruhi as his own daughter. Yeah, that worked. And as her daddy, he obviously didn’t want to intrude on her privacy like that and walk in on her. Yeah, yeah, that had to be it.

But wait a moment? Didn’t Kyouya know everything about everyone? And Haruhi was supposed to be a major person of interest since SHE was a commoner in the school. So Kyouya would have had to known that she was a girl. And he didn’t tell him at ALL, even when they were on the phone. Tamaki turned around evilly towards Kyouya. He was supposed to be his right hand man, and he let THIS happen? Well, admittedly, the worst happened before he called Kyouya. Still, walking in on her like that could have been avoided.

Running right up towards Kyouya, he grabbed his shirt and began to strangle it with a mix of anger, embarrassment, and pure up confusion.

”YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS ALL ALONG DIDN’T YOU?! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!”

Before even giving Kyouya an answer, Tamaki was already turning his attention back towards Haruhi, who was by that point starting to come out of the changing room. He had to get her forgiveness for it all…though she would still have to help the Host Club. After all, his daughter had to pay for her mistakes with the vase, and as long as she was disguised as a male no one else could try and do such a similar stunt as he just did.

Hugging her once again to probably a point of cutting off air, Tamaki began his apology.

”I’m so sorry Haruhi, sorry sorry sorry. I didn’t know you were a girl this entire time. I’m sorry sorry sorry. Please don’t think of me as a pervert. Think of me as like your daddy here at Ouran, wanting to protect you from danger. So you’re still going to be a member of the Host Club disguised as a guy where daddy can keep an eye on you. PLEASE FORGIVE ME.”

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[Kyouya Ootori]

Kyouya looked over to Tamaki when he mentioned that he would take the responsibility of paying for the cost of the clothing and contacts for Haruhi. He would personal see to this statement over the next few days for that matter of his friend becoming rash about the idea of someone else joining the club. What got him more to wonder how his friend had failed to see that Haruhi was a girl He could ruin this right now for him, but at the moment payback seemed more fitting in this situation. There were no twins here to make the matters worse. He was not even sure how the twins will react to this. Honey and Mori he foresaw no problem with. The twins would complicate things that were for sure.

He placed on a smile and pushed up his glasses to his noise and looked over the books for a moment and scratched something out and wrote something else in the book. He would be lost without the book and he allowed no one else to dig their noise in it. The club he considered his baby in a way since he was the one that made sure they had the money and everything else they needed to carry out their events. Even though they were a club they still needed a large amount of money to carry out Tamaki’s ideas throughout the year.

”Suit yourself then, but the funds better be back in the account by tomorrow then, Tamaki.” He glanced over to the blonde boy as if telling him that he was not joking on the matter. Someone had to be the person that kept the boy in line and most of the time it fell on his shoulder and that was something that he did not mind all that much. He did like the challenge of organizing everything and being in charge of certain things for once. It was something that he did not see him doing of his father’s company for the most part.

When he dropped the hint about the twins he saw Tamaki take charge of the situation has he expected him to do. He did not even want the twins to train her because of what they saw has a game was something no one should be trained in. He smirked and allowed the two to carry on has he brought out his laptop from the bag and set it on the table in front of him. He needed to check a few things on it and did not even bothered to pay attention to what was going on in the next room.

However, he was soon pulled out of his own illusion of working when he was forced up out of his chair with Tamaki holding onto his jacket and started to shake him a bit. It was a side of him that he rarely saw like this, but for some reason it sent a small amount of pleasure to his lips when the boy started to scream in his face about knowing that Haruhi was a girl. He placed two and two together that he had walked in on her changing. A smirk crossed his lips and he closed his eyes.

”You know every well that I hate to be interrupted during a class meeting especially if we are planning an event.” He took his role has class president very serious and the boy should have known that already. ”Next time text me and I will get it after the meeting, Tamaki.” His voice remained calmed has the boy released him and went back over to Haruhi where he started to apologize to how he acted to her and explain to her about the whole plan of acting like a guy.

He walked over to the two of them and pulled pushed up his glasses once more and smiled some. ”Though, I do not completely agree on a girl being a part of the club you still need to too payback the money from the vase. Doing this way would pay us back in good time. And Tamaki calm down.”

[Whammy]

I had to admit, the fact that Tamaki surely hadn't caught on to my gender yet... Well, I couldn't decide whether I should be intrigued at how much I looked like a guy, or rather, how much of an apparent dunce Tamaki was. Dunce was really the only way to describe it, considering I'd hoped that my attempts to make it obvious were there. Still, all he believed now was that I was probably gay, which to me was... Kind of an odd thing. I didn't entirely like it; it wasn't like I had anything against bisexuality, but I'd been sure to be strictly heterosexual when it came to those sorts of things. I might not have minded kissing a girl if it was necessary, but... When it came down to relationships, I just preferred guys over girls.

What struck me next, however... Was much more than just awkward. In reality, I found it kind of amusing; the look on Tamaki's face when he opened his eyes to see me, standing in my feminine undershirt... Only to drop the curtain and become silent for a total of ten seconds. Suddenly, he burst out, yelling about how "Haruhi-kun is really Haruhi-chan" and the fact that he'd just come to the conclusion that I was female. Well, I couldn't blame him for opening the curtain, considering I was, to him, a male, and, well, what was so awkward about a guy seeing another guy changing? It happened other places; girls would see other girls changing for gym class, so it wasn't like it was an oddity or anything.

”YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS ALL ALONG DIDN’T YOU?! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!”

Buttoning up the white shirt almost lazily, I stepped out from the curtain, jacket slung over my arm as I watched the scene before me unfold. Tamaki was practically clinging to Kyouya, who by now I realized had known the entire time. Well, that certainly changed my view on him; I felt I could count on him to have a clear head on his shoulders. How he knew, I wasn't entirely sure, but whatever the case, the fact that he'd managed to keep his lips sealed about it possibly for the sake of hilarity was... Almost a good idea. I felt a small smile crack across my lips, quickly fading as I returned to questioning Tamaki's antics.

”I’m so sorry Haruhi, sorry sorry sorry. I didn’t know you were a girl this entire time. I’m sorry sorry sorry. Please don’t think of me as a pervert. Think of me as like your daddy here at Ouran, wanting to protect you from danger. So you’re still going to be a member of the Host Club disguised as a guy where daddy can keep an eye on you. PLEASE FORGIVE ME.”

Next thing I knew I was being swept up in some form of an apology slash bear hug, hardly able to breathe. Despite that, I remained limp and indifferent as usual, listening to whatever oddities he might have been spewing. Pervert... Well, I certainly didn't think of him as a pervert, at least not yet. I understood his... Misunderstanding. The daddy part, however, caught me off guard, and I was quick to rectify that. Pushing away from him, I absently buttoned the cuffs on the sleeves, finishing buttoning the shirt and straightening my loose tie.

" 'Daddy'? I don't need a dad, I've already got one," I replied rather bluntly, slipping my jacket on nonchalantly. "I don't really care whether you guys see me as a girl or not; it doesn't matter. Despite that, I broke the vase, and I'm going to have to find some way to pay you guys back... If I look convincingly enough like a boy, I can probably pull off working as a Host." Even though I don't really want to in the first place, I thought as I straightened the jacket, looking up at Tamaki.

"Don't worry about it, Senpai. It's not like you did anything wrong or anything... Not really."

[Tamaki Suoh]

”Do not worry yourself Kyouya; you know I always go through with I say I will.” Tamaki said in response to the manager’s statement regarding the cost of the uniform. He was sure that the money would be no issue with this; it was just a uniform after all.

However, the concern about the uniform was the least of his concern when he discovered Haruhi was a girl and not a guy. After stunned shock, he turned his anger and fury onto Kyouya for obviously knowing about it but not telling him about it. That damned jerk, he was always doing things like this to embarrass him and just mess with him. Even worse, he didn’t back down or even look afraid when he was holding him and shaking him. Damn Kyouya for being the ‘cool one’. Still, even in rage, Tamaki was polite enough to let Kyouya explain himself. Tamaki listened as Kyouya informed him that in calling him he had interrupted a class meeting. Well, that was rather rude of him, but he had just forgotten he was in a meeting. More importantly, however, that did not excuse Kyouya’s messing with him like this. Still, since the boy had a point, Tamaki let him go.

”Fine, I’ll admit that was rude of me but I was overly excited about our new member. Now then, I have other business to attend to.” he said sternly before falling completely into a pathetic display of sorrow and desperate need for an apology as he crushed Haruhi in a hug. He wasn’t done until a few seconds after his rant involving lots of sorrys and claims of being Haruhi’s father.

Eventually, however, he succeeded in getting himself calmed down long enough to let go. He looked expectedly at Haruhi in hopes of getting the forgiveness that he was asking. It was almost like he was a little puppy that peed on the floor and hoped for mercy from its master; that was Tamaki for yah. He didn’t even notice Haruhi had some breathing issue after that he was so desperate for a response. And like a dog, his head perked up as soon as Haruhi started to talk. However, upon being informed of the role of Haruhi’s father already being informed, it sunk down again. Her promise to stay a member of the Host Club, however, returned a partial perk from him.

More importantly, however, he was really happy to find that Haruhi was accepting his apology. It bothered him a little she was so nonchalant about her gender however. Then again, she would probably be seen as attractive as both a guy and a girl, so she could pull it off. And to be fair, his issue with that was probably just coming from his embarrassment at having walked in on her, as well as just a normal concern daddy has for his little girl, right? Whatever the case, Haruhi was not mad at him and accepted his apology, and that’s all that matters.

”Well, I am glad to hear my apology was accepted.” he said, glancing off to the side with a blush on his face as he straightened out his jacket.

By that point he realized that Kyouya had said something. Probably about the money, but Haruhi already said she would work to pay it off so he paid no attention to it. Kyouya was just a spoil-sport sometimes after all.

”Now then, I believe that everything is settled for now so I guess we can head out. I can’t wait to start working with you Haruhi-chan.”

[Kyouya Ootori]

Kyouya looked at a few things in his booklet and jotted a bit more information down when Tamaki told him not to worry about the money being replaced. He had no worries that Tamaki will fail to replace the money since he always kept his word to him, but he wanted to make sure that he was holding him responsible for it. It was hard to get Tamaki to realize that certain things should be his responsibility, but it usually went in one ear and out the other with the boy. He usually always had to remain calm around the boy in order not to punch him for some silly reason or another.

He saw no reason to back down from Tamaki in his fit of rage. What would that show of him if he allowed himself to be bullied by the boy? He did not fear getting his hands dirty or getting into a fight if that what it took. No, there was a better way with dealing with Tamaki’s rage over the fact that he knew about Haruhi being a girl. That was simply acting cool and making his point across to him in a calmly matter without raising his voice. He knew that drove him madder than anything, but it worked for the boy. It was a simple plan after that and one that usually meant doing nothing of the sort of reaction.

When Tamaki let him go he straightened out his jacket and pushed his glasses back up his nose. He raised his eyebrow slightly when Tamaki told him that was rude of him. It was not exactly an apology that he wanted, but for now he would take it from the boy. It was better than having the boy rant and rave at him about something so trivial has hiding a gender from him. True he could have avoid the whole idea that she was not going to be acting like a boy around the school and act a host.

He looked up and watched Tamaki act insane around Haruhi again and shook his head. Now that he had this notion in his head and there was no way of dealing with it now. It was out of control now and Haruhi was going to have to deal with it. The question was now if he was going to step into this or allow Tamaki to have his little fun. There were up and downs to both issues and he thought now was probably a good idea to see how Haruhi could handle Tamaki since most of the host club simply ignored his orders.