Ouran High school Host club: The Unpredictable Genius

~Ch 10~ The Spring ball/secret operation of future lovers. Part 1

Its. Been. Too. Long.

I have to admit that I kind of have lost interest Ouran high school host club, but I will do my best to try and get a some sort of fake inspiration to continue on this story.

To be perfectly honest, I really like Akito but its just that I really have no will to write these days. I think this is what they call being lazy...

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Akito's POV:

"So basically, Haruhi was picked out to be this Kasugazaki Kanako new favourite host pushing Tamaki pathetically aside but that happened to all the hosts because this girl has this incurable disease called 'the host-hopping disease'?" I summed it all up as I watched with little to no interest Tamaki who was eating very unhealthy instant ramen. 

"That's pretty much it." Kyoya confirmed, not bothering to look at anyone as he still typed on his mysterious laptop. 

"Heh...Tamaki, you do realize that instant ramen is rumoured to be made of dried and aged pieces of meat collected from the sidewalks?" I said in a monotone voice.

I snickered when Tamaki suddenly spit out and spilled all the ramen, miraculously not getting any stains on him while the windows and floors and probably the curtains that will be stained for life. 

"Oh wait, I just made that up." I said in the same monotone voice as Kyoya suddenly showed up out of nowhere. "Those curtains are expensive. That will be another 500 000 yen to your debt Haruhi." 

Haruhi let out a lifeless scream and crumbled to the floor while I stood by the side with my arms behind my head and was whistling. 

*Arrow points at Akito: Doesn't care one sh*t about it even though its his fault*

*Arrow points at Haruhi: Feels like she's at the doorway to hell.*

"Is it just me, or does it feel like he's doing it on purpose?" Karou asked to no one in particular.

Hikaru shrugged. "Hey, more entertainment for us I guess."

"Somehow, I feel sorry for Haru-chan..." Honey said innocently while hanging off Mori like a koala baby. Mori nodded.

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Moving on~

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"I'm at the limits of my patience, Haruhi! Start dressing as a girl!" Tamaki declared while pointing a dramatic finger at Haruhi. 

"Why do you have to be so woefully popular with the girls, WHEN YOU, YOURSELF, ARE A GIRL?!"

I was leaning against the large delicate windows next to Tamaki watching in amusement as he shook his head frantically obviously trying to make it all seem sense.

I held my chin as if thinking thoughtfully. "To put it bluntly, the only ones who know you're a girl are in this club." I said as Hikaru and Kaoru slid behind Tamaki to confirm my statement.

"She opted it out of taking any gym classes." Hikaru said with bored eyes.

"Attendance numbers are mixed between boys and girls, so no one can tell." Kaoru said with the exact same pose and bored look.

'All in all, the only real thing we'll probably have to worry about are the Physical exams.' I distantly thought, 'Hm....not really my problem. Kyoya probably would handle it while I mentally laugh at the rest pitiful attempts to hide Haruhi's gender.' I summed. Besides, around that time I would be quite busy with the company.