The Sister Type- An Ouran High School Host Club Fanfiction

Discoveries

Pink seemed to be a major theme in the Ouran's color scheme and the 3rd Music room was no exception. Even the filigree of crown molding on the ceiling was a dark pink that stood out in contrast to the lighter shade that peaked through. Opulent chandeliers were hung through out the room, dripping in expensive pink crystals. It was skillfully done so that the color didn't overpower the eyes, everything was soft and feminine. The rich wood of the furniture stood out in contrast, grounding the silk clad customers in the dreamy atmosphere. Each table was small, cozy and intimate, dressed with elegant vases filled to the brim with roses and trailing ivy. Everyone and everything looked polished and refined.

The customers chatted happily. The calming scent of tea mingled with the intoxicating aroma of roses to create an air of romanticism. "Tamaki-kun, what's your favorite music?" 

Toru stood at the door with Haruhi and looked over the room before them with a grouchy countenance, "That one tune that reminds me of you, of course." 

Toru, arms laden with heavy paper bags, was not moved by his cheap sentiment, "What a smarmosaurus," she muttered. 

"I baked you some cake today, will you have it?" 

Tamaki's hands were suddenly on his customer's face, tilting her chin up to gaze into his eyes, "If you will feed it to me." 

Haruhi mutter under her breath, "Rich bastards."

The customer seemed to squirmed away in pleasure at his suggestion. The girl to his left spoke, interrupting the other customer's happy time, "Tamaki-sama, I heard you're keeping some un-pedigreed little kittens?"

"I wouldn't say kittens, more like...Oh, speak of the devil..." amethyst eyes locked onto his newly acquired slaves. "Thanks for shopping for us, little piglets." 

Toru glared, though the effect was lost from the depths of her hood. Haruhi sweat-dropped and looked stunned for a moment, "P-pig?" 

Toru murmured through gritted teeth, "What an ass-hat."

Toru sat her bag on the table and dusted her hands off, as if relieving herself of the task. She turned her back on the princely blonde and put some distance between them before facing him and Haruhi again. "Did you find everything on the list? What's this?" He was holding the Hescafe Special Blend instant coffee Haruhi had picked out. Toru had not followed her down the coffee isle, the over powering mixture of scents made the older girl nauseous.

"Just what it looks like, its coffee." Haruhi's voice was bland. 

Tamaki's eyes were fixed on the label. Cake girl's hands were clasped and she was clearly interested in whatever her Tamaki-sama was interested in. Toru noticed her hair had cute little braided loops fixed on each side of her head. In contrast, the customer to the right of Tamaki had her eyes shut and an expression of extreme boredom on her face. "I've never seen this name brand. Is this the kind that's already ground?" 

Tamaki just wasn't getting it, so Toru intervened, "No, its instant."

The Host King's other customers were seated opposite of him on a couch together. Chiagi was recognizable from class, no one could forget that long wavy hair. The other girl had darker, long hair, but her bangs were cut bluntly over her eyes and again at her cheeks. Their hands were drawn up to their chests in rapt attention at the exchange. They leaned to the left in unison and cocked their heads, "Instant?"

Tamaki's eyes bulged suddenly, giving him a comical expression, "Oh! Commoner's coffee where you only have to add hot water, right?" 

As if by magical force, nine other girls appeared behind the couch, each mirroring Chiagi, with their hands drawn timidly up to their chests or covering their mouths. "Oh, I've heard of this," Chiagi's voice was filled with awe.