Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

Secrets and A Really Strange Plan

We all stared at the three Lobelia girls with shock. It took a while for their words to actually process. Kyouya recovered fastest though, and pushed up his glasses. "I see," he smiled. "I understand your intentions clearly but, do you think you could you come back at a later time to discuss this?"

Benio smirked and narrowed her eyes. "What, are you too afraid to face us?"

"No," Kyouya sighed and gestured to one of the couches where Tamaki-senpai was sleeping with a white blanket and a brown teddy bear. "But our president is still in bed from the apparent culture shock."

I shrugged. "Tamaki-senpai doesn't seem to be very good with this much change in such a short amount of time."

"So Tama-chan is a very sleepy man right now!" Honey added.

"WAKE HIM UP!" Benio yelled. With that level of noise, we won't have to, I thought to myself. Just tem, Haruhi returned, holding a tray of instant coffee. I stared at my cousin with a blank, are-you-fucking-kidding-me face. Haruhi, does this look like the time to be offering coffee? Weren't you following the conversation at all?

Chances are that she wasn't. My cousin is very smart, and really cute, but sometimes she can be really naïve about people.

"Um, I made coffee," she offered them the tray of steaming beverages. "Would you like some?"

"Thank you!" Benio thanked her with way too much gratitude than was needed. "How kind of you!"

"You are like a jewel in a dunghill!" Chizuru added graciously. I arched an eyebrow but opted to not say anything. Apparently, they had forgotten about me, which was good. They were scary, and could have been lesbians. No offense to lesbians, I just don't roll that way, okay?

"This coffee made by you, fair maiden, has such a lovely fragrance!" Benio accepted her cup.

Haruhi smiled slightly. "It's just instant coffee..."

"Then we should have a tea party amongst us females!" Hinako enthused. I immediately marched over to her and pulled her away from those girls by the back of her collar. As things were progressing, she would have probably agreed and gone off with them. Haruhi and I share many genetic quirks, for some reason, and one of those was a love for food. Sad, but ultimately true...

Our voices managed to wake Tamaki up, and he suddenly ran at us. "You guys are wrong! What productivity if there in a love between two women? Why do you think God made Adam and Eve-!"

Suddenly, he slipped on one of those oddly, yet conveniently placed banana peels, and plunged a finger into Hinako's steaming hot cup of coffee. "OW! HOT! HOT! HOT! HOT! HOT!"

"Gosh," Haruhi walked over to him with the plaster she had gotten from the supermarket. "Be careful..." she wrapped the sticky tape around his finger several times, even though I wasn't sure the tiny burn really merited a plaster. I then noticed that Tamaki was blushing very slightly, and then I smirked. Aw, look at that dork!

I turned to the Lobelia school girls with a hand on my hip. "You know, the Host Club isn't as horrible as you guys are making it out to be," I pointed out. "You've only been here, what, fifteen minutes? Some rumours, and a single visit during closing time hardly counts as evidence."

Chizuru nodded. "I understand what you're saying, Kyoko. Still, do you know everything that goes on in the Host Club? Are you sure they aren't hiding anything from you?"

I stared at her out of narrowed eyes. But it's true, a part of me pointed out. I didn't know much about the Host Club, other than that it catered to providing girls with something to do between the hours of 3 p.m. and 5 p.m. But then, wasn't that what most clubs did?