Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

Journalistic Integrity

The following Monday, the Host Club organised a cosplay event with Alice in Wonderland as the theme. Haruhi was Alice (or she would have been had I not pointed out that she was supposed to be acting like a guy), the twins were two Cheshire cats (which was really cute and really accurate, as I had told them), Honey was the White Rabbit, Mori was the Dormouse, Kyouya was the caterpillar, and Tamaki was the Mad Hatter.

I was the March Hare, which was awesome because I got to wear a cool-looking top hat and bunny ears. Anyway, we got a pretty good turnout of girls who either loved the Host Club, were lovers of the book, or loved both.

My so-called 'date' with the twins had only been two days ago, and yet it only surprised me just a little bit when I realised that Renge had ordered several people to follow us around and take pictures of us to use in her fangirl Ouran magazines. I had been accosted by several members of the three arms of my fanclub the second I had stepped into school on the following Tuesday.

The school newspaper had even done another front page feature on me, which had pissed me off because those people clearly did not understand that you need sources and reliable information before you write and print stuff to show to the general populace. Pasting someone's picture and writing something without gathering the complete truth is way out of line and wrong. Not only is it wrong, it's rude and a really stupid and lazy thing to do.

I was just glad that no one really bought the school paper. According to the twins, the club members for the school paper did this all the time. They fabricated stories about people at the school, so people had stopped reading it.

Anyway, it had been two weeks already, and I could already feel the warm coming of summer in the air. Summer was the best, not to mention that it was my birthday season. The mere thought of sunshine and green was enough to put me in a good mood.

As school had just ended, Haruhi and I were on our way to the Host club, which for some reason had moved to the garden like they had for the Cherry Blossom Banquet several chapters, I mean, months ago. So much has changed since then. "I wonder what ridiculous theme they came up with this time," I wondered aloud.

Haruhi shrugged and ran a hand through her choppy hair. "Only God knows," she said. "I hope it isn't anything too silly."

"Knowing Tamaki, it probably will be," I laughed. "But the Alice in Wonderland thing was fun though."

"You're only saying that because you love that book," Haruhi smiled at me. I shrugged unashamedly and nodded. "Tamaki's a nice guy, in spite of his childishness," she commented with a curious look on her face. "I just wish he wouldn't hug me so much."

I smirked. "Maybe it's because he wuvs you!" I cooed.

She laughed at my attempt at baby talk. "Shut up!"

"Aw, is my widdle cousin bwushing?" I continued my baby-talk relentlessly and pinched her cheeks. "Aw, yes she is! Yes she is!"

"Kyoko," she was trying to sound firm but it's difficult to do that when someone is pulling on both of your cheeks and squishing them together. She realized this and started laughing. "Argh, you're so silly! And I am not blushing!"

I tutted and patted her cheeks gently. "Lying is bad," I told her just as we reached the gardens. She punched me in the shoulder and I winced at the sudden jab. "Ow." I may be tough, but Haruhi's kind of tough too. She may look (and sometimes be) a little helpless, but she has more strength than you'd expect from someone of her size.

Haruhi and I gazed at the newly redecorated garden, courtesy of the Host Club, in awe. "Wow..." she blinked.

There was a stream running under a bridge, which had not been there before and I had to wonder when the hell it was built and how many people were called in to build it. There were blue and purple hydrangeas planted everywhere, which created a calm scenery and atmosphere.