Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

The Host Club in Karuizawa

"Thank you for your patronage!" Haruhi smiled at the couple that had just left. I looked down and started cleaning up their table and resetting it for other guests to use.

The first week of the summer holidays, and three days we had been in Karuizawa had been the most-stress free days of my life so far. Karuizawa was beautiful. It was located in the country, and in the highlands so the air was always clean and cool and smelled faintly like orchids and honeysuckle. The scenery was idyllic and calm.

Haruhi and I didn't have to share a room while we were here, but we still opted to so that Chizuru-chi could save space for more pensioners. He, or she...I'm not sure anymore, was a fluttery sort of okama. I mean, Uncle Ryouji was all sophisticated and collected (or at least that was the image he projected while in okama form) while Chizuru-chi was all flowers and sparkles and frilly, flouncy dresses. She/he even made aprons for Haruhi and me to wear while working. Haruhi's was a cream-coloured affair that stopped at her knees, and had frills along the hems and a giant bow at the back.

Mine was short, only to the middle of my thighs, and then it flared out. It had no frills, but it did tie at the back in a bow and it also had small, cute bows on both straps. It was white, and not cream like my cousins.

In my opinion, Haruhi wasn't taking advantage of the cuteness of the apron. Yes, I won't lie, we both looked adorable in our aprons. So, to utilise this, I was wearing a short, flared black skirt with short tights underneath, and a white boat-necked top and black sandals. Haruhi was just dressed in a pink shirt, blue jean cut-offs and yellow sandals. She did manage to look cute in that casual, effortless way she has, but still. She could do so much better.

"Kyoko, Haruhi," I looked up at Chizuru-chi. "Could you two hang up the washing please?"

"Okay!" I whisked all the plates into the dishwasher and set it to go, and then I ran outside to give Haruhi a hand with the load of damp sheets. "You know," I commented as I searched for a clothespin in my apron pocket. "These past few days have been fun."

"Yeah," she agreed. "The air here is so clean, and I can actually study in peace."

"Speaking of peace," I grabbed a sheet and proceeded to drape it across the line. "Do you think we should have told Tamaki-senpai and the rest of the Host club about this?"

Haruhi frowned and pinned up a sheet. "Well, knowing Tamaki, he'd freak out and make a big scene over it," she said. "Besides, are you saying that you miss them?"

"No," I shook my head. Well, maybe, sort of. We finished hanging up all the sheets before I spoke again. "Besides, it's not like they'll follow us out here. They have lives too, their probably busy doing...whatever things rich people do during the summer holidays."

Suddenly, the noise of an approaching helicopter filled the air. "HARUHI!" Tamaki was screaming through a megaphone. "ARE YOU ALRIGHT? DADDY'S HERE, DON'T WORRY!" I watched all the bed sheets fly away, and then let my head flop forward. I didn't have to look at my cousin to know that she felt the same way.

There goes our peace and quiet.

Less than an hour later, the helicopter had landed, Haruhi had received a week and three days worth of glomps from Tamaki, I had received a week and three days worth of sexual harassment from the twins, the host club had met Chizuru-chi, said okama had fangirled over them, and now we were all currently outside drinking tea and eating fancy sandwiches.

"A part-time job, eh?" Hikaru asked us. I was sitting between the two of the, with Haruhi next to Kaoru. Mori was standing beside the table, while Honey had then remaining chair. Kyouya was sitting at another table, and I had no idea where Tamaki was. "So that's why you refused a trip to Bali with us."