Chapter 1

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Tamaki sat down on one of the many pink fluffy couches in music room three and sighed. Another day of hosting girls was over and for once he was happy about it. The week had been one long hard stressful mess. Every day this week something bad had happened. And Tamaki didn't know if he could handle any more.

Monday- the twins began fighting.
Tuesday- Haruhi got sick and snappy.
Wednesday- honey got a cavity.
Thursday- kyoya yelled at everyone for spending to much money as said we had no money left for next weeks props.
Thursday- the twins quit fighting but now everyone is mad at them.
Friday- everyone in the host club is yelling and fighting over who knows what and nothing got done.....again.

Everything that had happened in one week had poor Tamaki on edge and he was starting to question his host club family. On top of that he was starting to wish he had never made the host club in the first place.

After Tamaki calmed down from his minor irritation he helped everyone clean up the club room then went home hoping that his quiet welcoming home would ease his mind.

Once Tamaki got home he dropped his bag on one of the black leather couches that were in the living room and trudged to the kitchen. He was hungry and tired after school but he still had homework to do and today's club activities left him with a headache.

"Long day master Tamaki" one of the new maids asked as she walked into the kitchen with a handful of plated "yeah....the club is still fighting and I'm starting to think that the host club is splitting apart" he answered as he closed the refrigerator with a drink and some yogurt in hand. "O I don't think that will happen you're all to close to split apart your like family" the maid said with a smile as she washed dishes "beside you think everyone is upset and fussy now think of how everyones lives would be if the host club NEVER existed." She explained and Tamaki nodded "I don't know I've never thought about it" he admitted as he walked out of the kitchen and up to his room but the maids works were still swimming in his head.

"What would are lives be like if the host club never existed?" He asked himself

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