Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

The Young Host is the Naughty Type

I came to the club earlier than usual. It was the only place in the school where I couldn't be accosted by my fanclubs and, since I had gotten there earlier, it meant that I would have a few minutes away from the twins. It was also big and spacious, which was perfect what I wanted to do.

I never mentioned this before, but I enjoy dancing. I used to practice all the time back in England, but my school there only did choreography and ballet. I took ballet for a while, but it got too prance-y and the instructor was a screechy fifty year old woman with an eating disorder, so I quit and took up gymnastics.

Gymnastics was fun, and it also made me flexible. Sometimes, when I'm alone at home, I like to pretend I'm a ninja with awesome ninja skills. I have been scaring both Haruhi and Ranka ever since I came to live with them.

I pushed open the door of the music room, and spotted Tamaki. "Oh, Tamaki-senpai, you're here!"

He beamed at me. "Kyoko, what do you need?" He eyed my attire: a white T-shirt, black leggings and blue ankle warmers. "Why are you dressed like that?"

I hadn't been expecting him to be here, but since he was... "I wanted to ask if you could play on the piano for me," I told him. "I haven't practiced my gymnastics in a while, and I don't want to get stiff. This was the only free-time I had," I gave him my best puppy dog eyes.

He melted, as I knew he would. "AW, YOU'RE SO CUTE!" He gushed. "OKAY!" I stretched for a few minutes, and then I got to my feet. "So, what do you want me to play?"

"Anything," I told him as I skipped to the middle of the room. "Maybe something classical?"

The first note played, and I lost myself in the music. Dancing has always helped me to be calm. I loved the fact that I could move my body in such a way that it was beautiful. I could feel myself loosening up as I bent this way and that, and then twisted.

I hadn't known that Tamaki could play so well. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He looked so calm and focused. He wasn't even looking at me. I relaxed and smiled. Maybe playing the piano was the same for him, as dancing was for me.

I pirouetted, and finally dropped to my knees. The music stopped, and then I heard applause. My eyes opened, and then widened when I realized that the entire Host Club was standing there and clapping. I blushed and quickly got to my feet. "Uh...how long have you guys been there?" I asked awkwardly.

Hikaru smiled. "Ah, we saw almost 60% of it all."

"60%?" I repeated weakly, and then I scrambled behind Haruhi. "Hide me."

"Wow, Kyo-chan, I didn't know you could dance!" Honey-senpai beamed at me. I crouched behind Haruhi even more. "What's wrong?"

Haruhi smiled slightly and moved so that I wasn't behind her anymore. "Kyoko's always been a bit shy about her dance skills. She also sings too."

"Haruhi!" I whined, and tried to get back behind her. She pushed me away and I huffed. "Traitor."

"I'd like to hear Kyo-chan sing sometime," Kaoru smiled at me.

"But not now," Kyouya pointed at the clock with his pen. "It's almost time and we haven't changed into our costumes."

"Kyo-chan, we got you the perfect costume!" The twins grabbed me and dragged me over to the changing room. They shoved me inside and handed me a bag. "It's a bit difficult to put on, so you might need our help..."

"Get out before I kick you out," I slammed the curtains shut, and then I looked into the bag they had given me with some trepidation.

A few minutes later, I was dressed. I stared at my reflection with an expression that clearly said: are-you-freaking-kidding-me? I opened the curtain and glared at the twins. "Are you freaking kidding me?" I deadpanned.