Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

Carnival

Ah, Saturdays, I thought to myself as Haruhi and I walked down the streets. Ranka-san had given us some money to go to the supermarket and we had just finished shopping for the week. We were distributing the load between us. I was carrying all the frozen stuff, like the sausages, the fish and the butter, while Haruhi was carrying the all the canned stuff and the bread.

Saturdays, I smiled. The one day when you're free from school. You don't have to work. You can just do whatever you want without having to deal with people you don't like but have to interact with because you decided to help out your cousin and got sucked into a weird club with twins who think you're a life-size doll.

Haruhi was dressed in a strapless pink sundress that Ranka must have bought for her, and I was wearing my favourite pair of black jean shorts and a loose white top with a black flower sketched on it. I had decided not to tie my hair up in pigtails so it was just loose. I was considering cutting it a bit shorter, it was becoming a bit of a hassle to keep neat. Not as short as Haruhi's, maybe just shoulder length.

"Hey, Kyoko!" I blinked and realised that Haruhi had stopped. I doubled back and came to stand beside her. She pointed at the poster on the wall. "Look, there's supposed to be a carnival or something tonight!"

"Ooh, that sounds like fun!" I beamed at her. "We should go!"

She nodded as well and smiled at me. "Yeah, we should. I hope dad lets us, though."

I waved a hand, and then remembered that I was holding a bag of frozen fish, and then I didn't bother. I rolled my eyes instead. "Please, we are two highly responsible young adults and it's a Saturday night! we'll be fine! What does he think will happen?"

oOo

In a pretty mansion somewhere else...and no longer in Kyoko's POV...

"Welcome back from your jog, Tamaki-sama."

The maids blinked when the blonde boy rushed past them and raced up the stairs without a word. Several of them shared confused stares, and then looked up at the ceiling worriedly when they heard a thump and someone shouting.

Tamaki furiously jabbed in the numbers of the Host Club members, virtually shaking with suppressed excitement. After a moment, they picked up. "MY LOYAL SUBJECTS, HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?" He yelled before they could say anything. "HAS THIS COME TO YOUR ATTENTION?" Tamaki screamed into the phone he was holding in one hand. In the other, he waved the poster he had spotted on a billboard while jogging that very morning.

"Tamaki, we aren't with you currently," Kyouya sighed exasperatedly over the phone. Tamaki was just lucky it wasn't that early in the morning. "We can't actually see whatever it is you are obviously so excited about."

"A FESTIVAL!" He cried in his typical flamboyant manner. "THERE IS GOING TO BE A FESTIVAL TONIGHT! WHAT A WONDERFUL OPPORTUNITY TO EXPERIENCE COMMONER CULTURE!"

"You don't need to shout tono..." Hikaru said in a bored tone.

"...you're hurting our ears," Kaoru added with a tone of equal apathy.

"Wow, it sounds like fun!" Honey cheered cutely over the phone.

"Ah."

"Then it's settled!" Tamaki beamed. "Tonight, we shall meet here and make our way to the festival!"

oOo

Back in Kyoko's POV

Luckily, Ranka-san had given us permission to go. He was taking a late shift at his okama bar and he apparently didn't want us to be alone at home. Whatever the reason was, I was just glad we were allowed to go. I had never been to a festival, but I'd heard that they were fun with loads of games and stuff to eat.