Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

Lies if the Press

"The Daruma Doll...fell! The Da-ru-ma doll...fell! The Daruma Doll...fell!"

What are we doing, you ask? Well, the newspaper club had been elated with our decision to agree to their interview, and so the interview had been scheduled for the next day. I don't know what they were expecting, but I'm pretty sure they weren't expecting a bunch of high school students playing outdoor games.

I don't know who told Tamaki-senpai about this game, but he was really into it. Every time he said the word 'fell', we had to stop moving. The twins and Honey-senpai were pulling a variety of crazy moves, and I had to marvel at their balance. Mori-senpai, Haruhi and I were moving forward calmly and a bit apathetically.

"The Daruma doll fell! Thedarumadollfell! The...Darumadollfell!" Tamaki spun around. "Hikaru, Kaoru, you guys moved a bit!"

"No, we didn't move at all!" They disagreed. I glanced over to the newspaper club and I could tell that they were feeling...pretty stumped. "Kyoko moved a bit, right?"

"I didn't!" I yelled. "All of you need to get your eyes checked!"

Tamaki pouted, and then he cheered up and beamed at the Newspaper club (because he is bipolar that way). "It's no wonder that you are surprised," he told them. "This is an old game that commoners play! There are many more games that commoners play! They require no money, and all you need is yourself!"

I groaned. "Alright, who told him about this game?"

"I think he spent yesterday researching it," Kyouya answered. "He kept emailing me pictures." I facepalmed.

"A sense of friendliness!" Tamaki's sudden declaration drew my attention back to him. "In order to clear away the negative view of the Newspaper Club, and grab the hearts of the readers again, a sense of companionship is required! Imagine it," he made a sweeping motion like he was to the pages of an open newspaper. "The Handsome Males of the Host Club Enjoying Commoner Games! This, coupled with the refreshing scenery of the early summer, would be perfect for adorning the entire front page!"

I gritted my teeth. "If he makes one more commoner crack," I hissed to Haruhi. "I'm going to hit him."

"In addition," Tamaki added. "Certain commoners are extremely happy as they can enjoy childhood moments again!" And then he began glancing at the two of us rather obviously, and then he waved.

"Great, I think he's looking at us," Haruhi muttered to me. "Do we have to act extremely happy now?"

"I'm just going to hit him now," I started walking forward but my beloved cousin held me back.

"Anyway, let's get back to the game!" Tamaki ran back to the tree. "Ah, Kyouya, you moved a little right? Come here and tie your pinky with mine!"

Kyouya sighed and started walking over to Tamaki. "As Kyoko said, I think you need to have your eyes checked."

Haruhi exhaled a tired breath and I patted her on the shoulder to show that we were both on the same page about this. "Can we stop this already?" She half wondered, and half whined.

"Fujioka-kun, I presume?" Haruhi straightened from her slumped posture and we both turned to stare at the Newspaper Club president. "And your cousin, Daichi-chan." I noticed that he was holding a small notepad and a pen and I frowned. Unfortunately, Haruhi doesn't always share my suspicions. Sometimes, she can be just as gullible as Tamaki-senpai. "Can we ask you something?"

"Sure," Haruhi replied. I folded my arms across my chest, waiting to see what sort of question he wanted to ask.

He immediately slid closer to my cousin. "Why did you join this club?"