Fujioka #2 (OHSHC Fanfic) [Under Construction]

Chapter 5

OD: Haya's new hand made uniform: a white sailor top with a blue and white collar along with a loose red ribbon neck tie, a dark burgundy (I have no idea what burgundy looks like but sound awesome) skirt and accompanied by medium dark black/brown leggings. She chose her red scarf and blue button jacket to go with it.

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Haya's POV

As Tamaki shoved Haruhi into her costume, I fought my way to get the costume away. It was hideous, it was a bandaged top with very red baggy pants. Like Erza Scarlet. My circle glasses cracked this morning trying to fight, so I had to beg Kyoya---ok this is boring.

"Click." I heard as the door opened in the music room. We all watched as the door opened, with a little boy? OMG, please tell me he isn't gay? Wait, he's grade school, what? He stared at us with shock, as he looked at each and everyone of us. His face softened as he looked at me, weird.

He was blurry, but I saw the outline of things, but his face wasn't that clear. "Welcome to the Ouran Host Club." All of us said in sync. "Oh, it's just a kid." Hikaru said. "And not only that, it's just a boy." Kaoru said finishing off. "What's wrong little boy?" Tamaki asked with the mellow voice he uses for women. Tamaki held his hand out, "Have you come to my palace in search of something?" He said as the boy stared.

I swear, it's just a freaking music room.

"Uh..A-a-are you the king of this place?" The little boy asked standing up. Tamaki's face became shocked and then smiled with happiness radiating pride from himself. "Come closer lost one. What was it you just called me, little boy?" Tamaki said as the little boy walked over.

"The king?" The boy asked more than stated himself. The king, if I'm correct Tamaki will be all 'YES! I AM THE KING!' or just plain stupid. "Oh! The king! Yes, Yea! I am the king of the Ouran Host Club! Long live the Host King!" Tamaki said happily as he looked like he male version of sailor moon.

Yup, I knew it. I feel like a sign saying 'Happy, since he's not used to being called that...' just passed by or something.

"I'm an elementary fifth year, Shiro Takaogi! I want the Host Club King to take me on as an apprentice." He said pointing as Tamaki figured it out in his head.

Oh, so there is a young host after all. Let's see what's his type.

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"So Haya, I here the club has new host, and it's a little boy. Why?" My regular customer, Taro asked. "Tamaki wanted to take him under his wing, and he asked. But I'm not sure about the little guy..." I said. Taro nodded and continued to converse.

"So how about singing? I loved you song at the assembly, and I hear you a have a volleyball game today with the fourth year. Hopefully you beat them along with the first year team." He said with a closed eye smile. Weird how everybody knows what I'm doing.

"Yes, but the first year team doesn't like me." I said putting my head on the table. Taro patted my head and messed up my hair. "Your time is up." I hear Kyoya's voice. Taro leaves and smiles at me. I smile back, and look over to Kyoya.

"What now?" I asked. "Just help Haruhi with the tea set." He said as he wrote in his notebook. I stretched and walked over to Haruhi as Shiro bumped into her. They were conversing as I walked over.

"Hey guys, what happening?" I asked patting the little boys head. "Is that a cross dresser?" Shiro pointed at Haruhi. The whole host club turned pale, and I began stuttering. "What makes you think that Haruhi is a girl? He is very manly!" I said as everyone nodded.

"Are you a cross dresser?" Shiro asked. "Excuse me! Do I look like a cross dresser?!" I shouted at him. His hands went somewhere that you should never touch.....the boobs.