Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

More Madness

First it was the kimono-like dress, and now they had somehow coerced me into wearing an actual kimono. I couldn't go on like this.

My kimono was pale pink, and it tied with a darker blue bo-sash around my waist that matched my eyes. It went down to my ankles. My hair was out of its usual pigtails and it braided into a single, long braid that had been woven with blue flowers and hung over one shoulder.

I scowled at my image in the reflective surface of the window. If not for Haruhi, I would never subject myself to this. Not the cosplaying, because that wasn't so bad once you got used to it.

"Tamaki-kun, why are you so beautiful?"

"So that I can stay in your eyes every second I can."

"Why is your voice so mellow?"

"So that my feelings can reach the depths of your heart."

"Why are you looking at me with such watery eyes?"

"So that your fresh smiling face may flood the fountain of my heart!"

Oh brother, I rolled my eyes as they began to squeal and fangirl over him. Yeah, it was that. I really didn't understand how I hadn't lost a bunch of brain cells listening to that sort of mindless crap every day for about two hours at a stretch.

I pushed a strand of my hair out of my eyes and turned away from Tamaki and his customers. I pushed the teacart in front of me and trailed round the room for a few seconds, refilling teacups and serving cakes until I caught sight of a pair of auburn haired twin devils that I had been trying to avoid since the scene before. This was made very difficult by the fact that we were all in the same class.

They were entertaining two girls. I noticed that their kimonos were loose, so I could see a little of their chests. My mind flashed back to the exam when they had taken off their shirts and pretty much cornered me between themselves. I flushed darkly and turned away. "Ah, you two did wear the same kimonos after all!"

"All the kimonos you see today were designed by our mother," I heard Hikaru say. I was getting better at telling them apart, if only by their voices and their hair parts. "If you wish, we're taking orders right now."

Kaoru smiled at the girls. "Our grandmother was the one who put them on for us, though."

I'm also getting far too used to their brotherly-love acts, I thought with a sweatdrop as Hikaru cupped his twin's chin and pulled his face closer to his. "And of course, it's my duty to take them off, right Kaoru?"

"Hikaru..." he teared up slightly. I gazed at Kaoru blankly. He freaking teared up. It's adorable, but also a very weird. "Saying that in front of everyone...makes me embarrassed..." It should. Good for you. I turned away again, as the girls began to fangirl over them.

"Please let us see!" They screamed and began wriggling on their seats like they could barely contain themselves. "We must, as ladies!" No, you must as high-class female perverts.

I facepalmed, and Haruhi folded her arm beside me. "Fooling around again..."

"Tell me about it," I muttered back, and then I was casually bumped away by two Haruhi fangirls.

"Haruhi-kun! Your kimono look is cute too!" The first one squealed as I picked myself up and glared at their backs.

"You look just like a girl!" The other one beamed. Maybe because she is a girl, I wondered how people hadn't figured it out by now that Haruhi was actually a girl, I mean, it was a bit obvious. Or maybe it was only obvious to me because I already knew her.

"Haruhi, you've got designations." We looked over at Kyouya. He was kneeling on a tatami mat beside a beautifully painted screen, and writing something in his notebook. "Lately your flow of designations has become steady hasn't it? Keep it up," he looked over at us with a smile. "And with Kyoko helping you, you're repaying your debt back faster. I don't intend on asking the two of you for the interest that was supposed to be included also, so work hard to make the money."