Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

You Can't Hide Love

Neither Haruhi nor Kyoko had ever been to Tamaki's home, but by this point they were both well versed in not appearing visibly stunned by blatant opulence. Apparently none of the members of the Host Club understood the meaning of the word pragmatic.

Well, maybe Mori and Kyouya did, they seemed to be the most level-headed members.

The door was opened for them by a maid, and Kyoko wondered what it was like being a maid. Probably a lot of cleaning and cooking and taking ridiculous orders, she decided. That and being harassed by the twins if she worked for them. Now that was a dire thought, and she quickly shook her head to dislodge it.

"The masters are in the kitchen," the woman intoned dutifully, but still managed to sound slightly exhausted, as though Tamaki's harebrained schemes and sudden decisions were very commonplace. "Shall I escort you?"

"Yes please," Haruhi replied, sounding very much the same, and Kyoko giggled quietly to herself. The two were led through the large house until they reached the kitchen, where several maids, manservants, and two chefs were standing outside the door and gazing in with baleful expressions.

"I'm almost scared to look," Haruhi deadpanned.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad–oh."

The two girls stared around blankly at the veritable mess that had been made. Flour had been spilled all over the floor, and Tamaki and the twins were trying to smother Tamaki with another bag. There was a torn bag of sugar on the table which Honey was picking at while Mori tried to stop him. Chocolate may have been melting on the stove, but apparently it had been left too long because there was a strange smoking lump instead.

The only clean space was a corner of the kitchen that Kyouya had claimed. He was sitting there with a book, ignoring the chaos as though absolutely nothing was happening.

The two girls stared blankly, and then glanced at each other. Kyoko cleared her throat minutely. "So do we say something or...?"

Immediately, all attention went to them, and Tamaki beamed ecstatically at them. "Haruhi, my darling-oof!"

"Kyoko!" He was trampled by the twins in their rush to tackle the living daylights out of Kyoko, and all three toppled to the ground in a flailing mass of joyous coos and squeaks, which slowly devolved into kissing noises and shallow gasps.

Haruhi pointedly avoided looking in that direction as she went to greet the rest of the other Host Club members, before she in turn was hugged by Tamaki, but she was adept at getting out of those. "It's nice to see you guys again," she smiled while pinching Tamaki's wrist until he let go. "Can I ask why Tamaki suddenly decided to do this?"

Kyouya snapped his book shut with a shrug. "I think he felt it was a good club exercise for everyone."

"Tama-chan wanted us to do something manual together for Christmas!" Honey chirped, his mouth crusted with icing sugar. "Like commoner families do!" His moment of distraction allowed Mori to pull him away.

"You shouldn't be eating so much sugar."

Haruhi sighed because that seemed to be Tamaki's reason for everything club related nowadays. "Well, since we're all here," she raised her voice slightly to get the attention of her cousin and the twins. Behind her, she heard Kyoko squeaking in mortification and then there was the sound of scrambling. Once again, Haruhi pointedly refused to look. "We first need to clean all of this up."

The twins groaned, happily draped over and curled around Kyoko. "What's the point?" They asked together, and Kyoko hadn't realised she'd missed their synchronous nature. "Can't the servants do it?"