Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

Be Careful with Physical Examinations

My face showed my obvious irritation. "I thought I made it clear that I wasn't going to do any cosplays!?" I yelled at the twins. I was dressed in a light fuchsia pink yukata. The dress went down to my ankles and was tied at the waist with a wide blue ribbon. My hair had been tied up into a side bun and pinned with a few cherry blossoms.

It wasn't even funny how they got me into it. I won't go into details, but it involved kidnapping and bribery. Basically they offered me a gourmet strawberry cheesecake...and who am I to pass that kind of deal up? You can pretty much get me do anything if you offer me food, like with Haruhi and ootoro. I don't know if it's a Daichi/Fujioka thing, but that's the way we are.

Anyway, I had agreed to wear the dress like this for the duration of the club, even though I was not happy with it at all.

On a side note, the school's uniform for the girls was hideous. I looked like a duck! So I had redone mine by donning the boy's blazer over a white shirt and worn a black, pleated skirt, knee high socks and black flats to go with it. I looked so much better in that. Maybe I should ask the school to change the uniforms to that...

I reached up to touch my hair, and my hand was pulled away by one of the twins. "No, you'll ruin the arrangement!" Like my head was some sort of flower vase.

They were both dressed like waiters, in black vests and trousers, white shirts and white aprons. So were Tamaki and Kyoya. Haru-chan, Mori and Honey were dressed in kimono-like outfits.

I scowled at them. "What am I, a doll?"

They grinned their wide, mischievous and creepy smiles. "Maybe," they said simultaneously, patting me on the shoulders. "You're our toy, remember?"

I sweatdropped and let my head flop forward in defeat. "I so did not agree to that..."

"You didn't have to..." one of them said. I really had to find a way to tell them apart. I knew their names, Hikaru and Kaoru, but I didn't know who was who. I needed to find out before I accidentally called one by the other's name

"...it just happened," the other finished.

"Accept it," they said together.

"I don't wanna!" I whined. I could imagine myself flailing my arms and legs like some irate chibi doll.

They hugged me cheerfully. "You have no choice!"

I'm beginning to see that, I thought to myself with an anger mark. Kyouya looked over at us. "You guys are making too much noise." I flushed and stopped flailing. Kyouya still scared me more than I cared to admit. He turned his attention to the twins. "You two, get ready," he ordered. "It's almost time to start. As for you, Kyoko, you should start setting the trays and the tables."

I pouted and, with one final glare at the twins, I marched over to the table laden with the desserts and teas. I arranged the circular pink, strawberry cakes around a smaller chocolate cake to form a sort of blossom arrangement. I actually had talent for this cake arranging/decorating thing. Back in England, one of my friend's mom ran a bakery and she and I used to help out every weekend, so I learned ways to make a simple dessert tray look even more appetizing using colour contrasts and flavours.

I smiled properly for the first time since I had entered the club, straightened and prepared to host.

oOo

"Kyoko!" I looked over, an angry tick mark barely showing on my head. It had only been, what, ten minutes? I was already making plans to shoot myself in the head. Is this was Haruhi has been going through? How is she not insane?

Well, Haruhi had always had a higher threshold in her reactions to weird things in life. I suppose that's what happens when your father is a bisexual transvestite that works at an okama bar and treats you like his favourite childhood doll.