Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

Chika vs Honey

The next day, Tamaki insisted on taking a Host Club field trip down to where the karate club was held. He had also managed to make everyone in the Host Club pink bandanas that read The Haninozuka Brothers Reconciliation Task Force for everyone.

Out of everyone, only Haruhi, Tamaki, the twins and I were wearing ours. Kyouya was too cool to don something so...not. Mori was Mori, and Honey was already a Haninozuka so it didn't matter anyway.

At least it helped keep my hair out of my eyes.

We watched as Satoshi tried to whack Chika over the head with his kendo sword while yelling at him to not take his anger out on the other club members. "A CAPTAIN MUST NEVER LOSE HIS COMPOSURE!"

"OW! SATOSHI, KEEP YOUR SHINAI OUT OF THE DOJO!"

"SHUT UP, I'M CORRECTING YOUR CHARACTER!"

That is a painful method of disciplining someone. The four of us watched all these goings-on through the window. No one had seen us yet, which was great because we'd look weird. Isn't Satoshi in the kendo club? Why is he here?

Hikaru clicked his tongue loudly. "This is just a simple issue of complex," he said.

"He's always being compared to his brother because they look alike," Kaoru nodded sagely. "And so he hates his brother more than he should." That seems to be it. I remembered the girls that had come to peek in on the club earlier, and had claimed that Honey-senpai was far cuter than his baby brother. Then there had been that comment one of the karate club member had made about Honey-senpai's skills being far superior to his brother's.

All in all, this is just a simple case of misplaced sibling jealousy. "Well, that's unfortunate," I murmured. Being compared to other people sucked. I wondered why the twins seemed so disappointed though. If the problem was this simple to figure out, then at least we knew where to start.

Instead, they tossed off their headbands and began dragging me away by my arms. "This is boring. Let's go find something else to do!"

Tamaki whirled around to glare after them. "Hold it right there! What's with that uncooperative attitude? This was all your idea anyway!"

It was. Tamaki had come up with the plan, but then he had added (in a rare show of maturity) that if Chika wanted us to butt out, then we should. The twins had then done their whole brotherly love thing, spouting stuff about how Tamaki couldn't possibly understand how important something like this was since he didn't have a brother, and they couldn't bear to watch the two brothers fight, and blah blah blah, and blah.

"And now you just want to quit!?"

They both shrugged their shoulders with me still mashed between them. "Well, we thought the reason would be more interesting," they chorused. I glared up at the two of them. So this was just an elaborate scheme to dig up Chika-chan's secrets? You guys are mean. "We thought it would be something fun, like Chika is freaked out because he thinks Honey is an alien!"

"That's just really farfetched," I huffed. "And even if it were that, what would you do to fix it?"

They both shrugged and lifted their hands up. "Nothing," they chorused. "There is no cure for an alien!" I pulled both their ears as punishment for being mean, and for not having a solution to their far-off theories.

Tamaki started yelling at them. "Just what do their feelings mean to you anyway!? Father will not tolerate something like this!" He looked ready to start shaking them, but then a soft, quiet voice spoke up.

"Tama-chan, it's okay," Honey smiled at us gently. "You know, I'm fine. Even if Chika-chan hates me, it's alright. All I want for him is to grow up happy and healthy," his eyes took on a faraway look, like he was looking into the distant future.