Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

We do a Good Deed

"I get why Honey-senpai is dressed like an elementary school student," I whispered to my cousin with a large anger tick symbol on my forehead. "But why are we dressed like middle school students?"

Hney looked up at the two of us. "If we're dressed like this, then it's easier for us to get inside the building, right Haru-chan?"

"I do understand the logic of dressing up like elementary school children in order to gain access into the building," Haruhi sweatdropped. "And it fits very well for you Honey-senpai..."

It turned out that Tamaki's grand, master plan was to have the three of us (and by that, I mean Honey, Haruhi and I) sneak into the elementary school building and spy on Shirou. The disguise worked for Honey, because he actually fit in with the rest of the younger kids, but not for Haruhi and me. We stuck out, a lot. Me especially, because I had a front i.e. breasts.

It was sort of creepy how it was decided. Well, actually the twins just sort of ambushed me and got one of their demonic twin-maids to dress me up. It was over before I could even protest. The twins had given Haruhi a wig so she looked more feminine. The length of her new hair was almost the same as mine. We could have been twins, except that my eyes were blue and shaped differently than hers were.

"I vote that we kick Tamaki in the shin when we get back," I muttered, and Haruhi nodded her agreement.

Honey grabbed our hands and dragged us away. "Haru-chan, Kyo-chan, that way!" He led us down a string of corridors, until we got to a classroom. "This is Shirou-chan's classroom!" He pushed the door open and skipped inside. Haruhi and I followed at a more sedate pace. "This was also my classroom when I was in elementary school!"

"Huh..." I looked around."No one's here..."

"What no one's here?" I scowled as the entire Host Club immediately trailed in after us. "How nostalgic. I wonder if my doodles are still on my desk."

"What was the point of this?" I hissed at them.

"If you all came, then what was the point in dressing us up and making us come here?" Haruhi whispered.

"It's okay..." Hikaru shrugged.

"...no one's here anyway."

Suddenly, we heard footsteps outside the door. We quickly ducked down and hid. "This is going to be difficult to explain," I whispered to Kyouya.

"If we're caught..." Hikaru agreed.

"...coming up with an excuse would be troublesome," Kaoru finished.

"We wouldn't have had to if you guys hadn't stuck to the plan!" I hissed at them. "Now hush!" The last thing we needed was for whoever was out there to come inside and ask why five high school boys, and three elementary school kids were crouching on the ground inside an elementary classroom.

"Zip your lips," Haruhi said, and we both made zipping motions across our mouths. The twins and Tamaki blushed (for whatever reason. I was done trying to understand them), but did as they were told. After a few moments, the footsteps faded and disappeared. Haruhi went to check. "Looks like he's gone."

I got up, and spotted Kyouya staring at something on the wall. Curious, I skipped over to his side. "Whatcha looking at Kyouya-senpai?"

"I found something interesting," he pointed at one of the pictures. The rest of the Host Club gathered around the picture he was pointing at. It was of Shirou. He was playing a piano with a cute girl with brown hair and eyes. The expression on his face caught me off guard. He looked...happy.

"That must be the girl he wants to impress," I peered at her. "Aw, she's so cute!" I could see why Shirou was so smitten with her.

Tamaki stared at the picture with an unreadable look on his face, and then he turned and gestured for us to follow him. I stared at the back of his head while we searched for the Music Room. Sometimes, it surprised me how deep Tamaki-senpai could behave. It was like something opened and I could see some inner pain that made him act in a serious manner.