Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

House Crashers can be Annoying (Unless they Bought Cake)

After the cultural exhibition, the school had given us a long was mostly supposed to be a time of respite for the people that had spent time working during the exhibition, but a holiday is a holiday, and I would not be denied my lazing rights.

Haruhi, however, had decided to be all industrious. In all honesty, she was making me feel bad for flopping down on the couch while she swept our room, so I had told her that I would clean up the house while she went shopping. Ranka-san hadn't come back home since last night, but he was supposed to be back in a few hours.

Currently, I was home alone, which was alright as I'd been home along often enough. I had donned some pretty worn-out blue denim shorts, and a black tank top. I had thrown on one of the aprons from the kitchen, the white one with the silhouette of cats on the hems. I was even getting into the spirit of cleaning. Haruhi's home was nice and relatively neat already, and cleaning took my mind off yesterday.

Ugh... I covered my eyes with my arm and groaned. I can't believe I did that. I must have been happier than I'd thought. Why else would I kiss those two perverts? Apart from the fact that they had, you know, bought me a really nice gift.

The clip was in its box and in my suitcase. There was no way I was going to wear it anywhere. If it got stolen while I had it, then I would probably never forgive myself, even if the crystals weren't actually diamonds (and I doubted that they were. They were probably diamante crystals).

As I was dusting the top of the television, I heard a key turning in the lock. Haruhi was back. "Oh, Haruhi," I dropped the duster in the kitchen and wiped my hands on my apron on my way to the front door. "Please tell me you remembered to buy the..." I froze and blinked.

"Ah, Kyo-chan!" Honey beamed at me. "We brought cake!"

"Hi Kyoko!" The twins made matching peace signs at me. "Cute apron!"

I stared at the Host Club that, for some reason, were now standing in the doorway of my home. Haruhi stood in the middle of them with a weary look on her face. "Uh huh..." I nodded after a few seconds. "Okay, everyone take off your shoes before you come inside. Haruhi," I grabbed my cousin by the arm. "Can I have a word with you?"

As the Host Club made their way into the house, I proceeded to drag her away into the small bedroom that we both shared. We both shared the bed, seeing as we were both rather small, and Haruhi didn't mind my cuddling so much.

I closed the door behind us, and then turned to Haruhi. "What the absolute heck?" I stared at her. "How the hell did this happen?" I hissed at her. "You were gone for maybe twenty minutes! Where did these people come from?"

Haruhi held up her hands. "I honestly don't know. They were just hanging around the outside of the building and attracting a crowd. I think some people thought they were part of the yakuza, but Tamaki calmed the landlady down."

I frowned and huffed. "That doesn't explain why you let them up," I folded my arms across my chest and sighed. "I bet this was Tamaki-senpai's idea," I muttered under my breath. "One of his plans to see what a commoner lives like." Their odd fascination with Haruhi and I was beginning to get on my nerves.

Haruhi patted me on the shoulder with a small smile. "Come on, it won't be that bad," she tried to comfort me. "Honey-senpai brought some cakes for us to eat." I cheered up instantly, and we walked back out in time to overhear Tamaki instructing everyone else to curl up in order to create space as it was a method created to conserve space in commoner homes.

My eyes narrowed. "I expect nothing from these people."

Haruhi exhaled loudly, and then spun in the direction of the kitchen. "We'll be making tea then," she called.