Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

Soirees and Kisses

It was mid-November, and winter had begun now, bringing with it cold winds, and occasional flutters of snowfall. School had ended just a few days ago, but even before it had officially ended a lot of people had either already left, or had made travel plans in preparation to leave. Many were going off to warm places, like Hawaii, or Barbados, and others were going off to the snowy mountain range of the Swiss Alps.

The Host Club had not been exempted from this trend, and the twins had mentioned wanting to go to France that Christmas. They had invited Haruhi and myself to come along, but my cousin still didn't have a passport, and we both wanted to spend Christmas at home with uncle Ryouji. I still felt bad that I couldn't see my mom that year, so I didn't feel it would be right to spend the holiday away from family.

I didn't expect to see the twins at all during the winter, unless the Host Club planned to pull another Karuizawa and turn up at our house with absolutely no warning. I hoped they'd at least call first.

Instead what happened was that, on our way home from the supermarket one lovely afternoon, a black car with tinted windows squealed to a stop beside Haruhi and me. The doors flew open, and arms reached out, grabbed us, and yanked us inside. "WHAT THE HE-!?"

"Targets acquired, young masters!" Two voices said into a walkie-talkie, and I realised that our kidnappers were the twin maids that worked for the twins. That could only mean our actual kidnappers were the twins, or the Host Club. "We're bringing them to the mansion, over!"

Haruhi and I stared at each other, and then at the maids. "So..." she drew out the word. "Is anyone going to explain this?"

"We were instructed to bring you both to the Hitachiin home as soon as possible," they responded together.

I arched an eyebrow. "Did those instructions include yanking us off the streets?"

"You were not home. This seemed to be the quickest way."

Both of us sighed. This was so typical, although I did wonder why the twins hadn't come on their own. "Why can't they just call first?" Haruhi wondered.

We arrived at the mansion, with its huge electronic gates and complicated iron gild. To my surprise, it looked like the place was being decorated for something. There were lights strung up in the trees, along with balloons and streamers. There were a lot of people rushing about, carrying items and clipboards.

The people cleared when the car drove in, and I blinked and leaned closer to Haruhi. "I wonder what's going on..."

The second I stepped into the mansion, I was assaulted in a hug. "Kyoko! You came!"

"Yes, because obviously I had a choice," I pulled back and blinked up at them in surprise. They were both dressed in matching black suits. Their hair had been combed down, but parted on opposite sides like usual. I peered around them to stare at the decorated interior of the house. The rest of the Host Club was present, with Tamaki giving a similar treatment to my cousin. They were all dressed in fancy suits with white shirts and black ties. "What's going on anyway? It's a bit too early to be throwing a Christmas party...?"

"It's not a Christmas party," Hikaru said. Kyouya walked over to us, looking especially dapper and sleek. He lowered the notebook he had been writing in. "Our mom wanted us to throw a small party for one of her clients since she's in Paris at the moment."

"Small?!"

Kyouya smirked and adjusted his glasses. "They asked for my help in organising it, considering the short notice. I was able to throw something together with the minimal information given."

"Throw something together?!" I recomposed myself and sighed. "Okay, but that doesn't explain why we're here. Isn't this for high class people and not 'commoners'?" I made air quotes around the word.