Host Club Mother

Not Yet

Tamaki, Kaoru, and Hikaru stared in horror at Haruhi, their thoughts distracted by what she had told them.

"Fujioka-sensei doesn't want to invite us to her wedding?" Tamaki finally gasped out. Haruhi sighed and leaned to one hip.

"She wanted to elope to Las Vegas and marry secretly, but Mr. Ootori and Father told her no." Kyoya's appeared, walking up behind Haruhi.

"I do believe that all of us will be invited," he said. "Akito and Rikako made that clear."

"Rikako?" Tamaki asked curiously.

"Rika," Haruhi corrected. Suddenly, without any warning, cherry blossoms were scattered throughout the room. Honey and Miri appeared, Honey in bright blue and Miri in dark blue. In one hand Honey held a handful of petals while the other hand held a basket. Mori held a dark blue cushion. Rika stepped out of a changing room in a tuxedo.

"This should do."

"Fujioka-sensei?" Kaoru and Hikaru asked in horror.

"Yes?" Rika turned around to face them.

"Is that for your wedding?" Rika looked down at her tuxedo and nodded.

"It's simpler than sorting through wedding dresses," she answered. "Isn't it nice?" Tamaki began to sob. Kaoru and Hikaru exchanged a glance, nodding.

"Miss Fujioka, we'll design a dress for you!" Hikaru announced. He and Kaoru grabbed Rika's elbows and dragged her backwards.

"Kaoru, Hikaru! Stop!" Rika yelled as she was dragged away. "This is sexual harassment!"

Three weeks later, Rika sat in a dressing room as Fuyumi arranged her hair.

"Could you at least try to be gentle?" Rika asked. "There are convicted criminals that are better at this than you!" Fuyumi laughed and tugged harder on a lock of Rika's hair.

"You would know." Rika laughed and the room fell into silence. Suddenly Rintaro burst into the room, dabbing his eyes with a handkerchief.

"My little girl is getting married!" he exclaimed as he flung his arms around Rika. Fuyumi carefully pried the sobbing father off of his daughter.

"Mind the dress!" she reminded both of them. "This is a Hitachiin design!" Rika looked down at her dress, imagining what it would have been like to wear the twins' dress.

"It is nice," she admitted. Ranka wiped his eyes and handed Rika a box.

"Open it," he encouraged. Rika opened it and found a small stun gun inside. She picked it up and examined it.

"Papa, I know that you're worried, but-" Ranka cut her off with a hand.

"Be careful," he warned. "Especially tonight." Fuyumi blanched and quickly ushered him out of the room.

"We'll see you at the service," she said before slamming the door. The she spun around to face her friend.

"I'm sorry about that," Rika apologized. "Papa can be quite blunt." Fuyumi simply curled Rika's outstretched fingers around the stun gun.

"I don't know what Akito will do. Be careful." Rika rolled her eyes.

"Fuyumi, you don't need to worry," she reassured the other woman. "Besides, I trust Akito." Fuyumi nodded, slightly relieved.

"But," Rika's lips curled up into a smile. "He'll definitely lose our pillow fight." Fuyumi smiled.

"I bet Father that you would win," she confided. Rika laughed.

"Naturally."

Okay, I'm a terrible person. We've already established that. I just spent a week at this nerdy little flat in Chicago, spending my days running around the city like a madwoman. Now I'm on the shore of Lake Michigan...Mitchigan? Midchigun? Am I saying that right? Anyways, the rustic little cabin where I'm staying has no wifi or central electricity. Boo, I miss civilization...anyways, this chapter is dedicated to BloodyBatty who had no idea this was coming and who has supported me from the beginning. The next chapter will be the actual wedding, which should be up in a week when I get home. As always, I do not own OHSHC

~Yuna