3rd Person POV
"Mr. President, our circulation has dropped into single digits." The blond second year underling spoke.
"Just give me the numbers, please. How many newspapers did we sell this week?" The president asked harshly as he read the paper in his chair, facing away from the two members.
"Two copies." The black haired second year underling informed, holding two fingers up.
"That's all?" He said.
"Yes, sir." The blond responded.
"Ukyo, did you buy a newspaper?" The president asked the bond underling.
"I did, sir." Ukyo held up his copy.
"And Sakyo, what about you?" The president asked the black haired second year.
"Of course." Sakyo held up his own copy.
"So, you're saying no one outside of the newspaper club bought one?" The president asked passively.
"Well, yes, unfortunately that does seem to be the case, sir." Ukyo responded.
"This is quite a predicament." The president stood up from his chair and looked out the window behind his desk," Next week's edition will be our last paper of the first semester. If we don't come up with better results before summer vacation, the club will be shut down before the end of the school year. Oh, by the way, how's that other club doing?" He asked expectantly.
"Well, sir..." The underlings said in unison.
"The host club's photo collection, "I Love Love Love Tamaki Special," sold out as soon as it went on sale, all 1000 copies." Ukyo informed.
""Moe Moe Ouran Diaries, Vol. 8," the doujinshi put together and published by Renge Hoshakuji also sold out as soon as it went on sale. It's already in its second printing." Sakyo explained.
"I should have known. They're the ones who have the most power here at Ouran." The president said with passive disgust.
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Ayaka
"Welcome back, ladies." We say in unison as we each, except the twins, wear different kimonos. Today we're cosplaying out on the lawn of the school. It's such a beautiful day.
"But, we can't do this, Ayaka. There are so many people who love you and if we get any closer I'm afraid that they're all going to hate me for it." A guest whimpered in my arms with tears in her eyes.
"Princess, these beautiful hydrangeas will keep us hidden from the others." I brush her hair out of her face and cup her cheek," You don't need to worry. For this moment, I belong to nobody but you, my love. The spirits of the hydrangeas will keep our rendezvous a secret." I pull her closer to me and whisper in her ear.
"Oh, Ayaka, I yearn to be with you!" She said with hearts in her eyes. I dipped her in my arm and smiled. She sighed happily.
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"Sorry, Kaoru." Two girls apologize lightly as Kaoru picks up the wrong half of the shell he was suppose to match.
"No way, I lost again?" Kaoru says in fake disappointment. The girls laugh.
"Now, go easy on him, Princesses. Kaoru is quite the crybaby." Hikaru claims slyly.
"Hikaru! That's not true! I am not a cryba..." Kaoru whines, but is cut off by Hikaru moving closer to him, cupping Kaoru's chin.
"Oh, so you're gonna deny it, huh? What about when the two of us are alone playing punishment games? Tell us what happens then, Kaoru." Hikaru smirks confidently. Kaoru blushed embarrassed.
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The Host Club's Army Girl
Fiksi PenggemarAyaka has always known about the damned host club, but she has never had interest in boys with too much time on their hands. With her father in a high position of the Japanese Air Forces she's never had a dull moment in her life so she's never had t...
