Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

Chika-Chan's Declaration

Sapphire? Chloe? Maybe I should try a genre, something unusual...maybe folktales. Morgan? Hecate? That's weird...

"Kyoko," Haruhi's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I turned to her curiously. "You've been thinking about what to name the kitten all day. Snap out of it."

It was true, and not only that day, but for the whole weekend as well. Every time I thought of a name, it just didn't seem to fit. I didn't want my kitten to grow up without a name! "But I have to think of one by today," I whined to my cousin. "And it's not like you or Uncle Ryouji were any help."

Haruhi's imagination isn't all that wild, and Uncle Ryouji's was a bit too wild. He just kept coming up with random names that he wanted to be able to call us. My kitten was not going to grow up with the name pookie.

Monday was my self-set deadline to come up with a name.

Anyway, Haruhi and I were heading to the club after school. We had the same last class, but the twins weren't with us so it was just me and my cousin. When we got there, however, the door was still locked. "Huh, it's still locked," I blinked. "Are we the first to arrive?" This was new.

Haruhi frowned. "This just makes it seem like we're too keen to get started," she sighed. I giggled and was about to ask her if we should walk around again and come back later, but then I heard footsteps coming down the corridor.

I turned around first, and spotted a short boy with brown hair and eyes. He was dressed in the middle school uniform with glasses, and he looked rather cute. He also seemed really familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. "I beg your pardon," he started politely. "But are you members of this club?" We both nodded silently. "I'm looking for a third year by the name of Mitsukuni Haninozuka."

"Mitsukuni...?" I cocked my head to the side. "Oh, you mean Honey-senpai?" I didn't hear too many people referring to him by his full name.

Haruhi lowered her hand from the doorknob of the Host Club clubroom. "It doesn't look like he's here yet," she replied. "Maybe he's still in 3-A or the kendo hall?"

However, just as she was saying this, Honey and Mori appeared down the hall. Honey waved to the boy cheerily, spouting flowers and sheer happy cuteness. "Ah, Chika-chan!" He beamed at the boy from his perch on Mori-senpai's shoulders. "What's up? You rarely ever visit the high school section!"

The boy pushed up his glasses. "Honey-senpai, engarde!" He suddenly leaped at Honey, one leg out and aiming a kick at him. Honey immediately dodged the kick. He flipped himself off Mori's shoulders and landed on the ground a little way away. What the-?! I gaped at the two of them. What's going on?

What stunned me even more was that Mori-senpai wasn't doing anything. He was just watching the two of them silently with his usual apathetic expression. "Wait!" Haruhi yelled, just as panicked as I was. "What's going on?"

The two boys turned to stare at each other. Honey's expression was mild and vaguely surprised, while the other (I think Honey referred to him as Chika) just looked angry as he stood up again and adopted a fighting stance. I whirled around to face Mori. "Why aren't you doing anything?!" He just made a small grunting sound.

"What the heck is that supposed to mean?!" Haruhi yelled at him. Suddenly, the ground began to shake and a familiar high pitched laugh filled the air. "What the-?"

Renge rose out of the ground on her strange, high-power-motor platform. She was holding a microphone like a sports' commentator. "And Honey-senpai easily dodges Chika's pre-emptive strike!" And then a sign appeared next to her: Reporting Live.

I blinked. "What the heck?" Why is she reporting? We're literally right here.

"Quickly and elegantly flying through the air," she continued her commenting with a great verve and passion found in all fangirls. "Could he be a modern day Ushiwakamaru?"