Color My World (Ouran High School Host Club)

Chapter 6- The Eventful Holidays

The crisp fall had melted into a slightly chilly winter in the blink of an eye, and before I knew it, I was forced into a candy cane dress and coerced into singing American Christmas carols for our special Host Club celebration. Tamaki himself donned a puffy, crimson Santa Claus costume, white beard and all, beaming proudly all the while. The Hitachiins often dressed as mischievous elves, wearing identical green costumes, curved ear pieces, leggings, vests, and boots. Honey waddled around in his present costume, filled with boundless energy as always, leaving his cousin to trail behind him and accordingly adjust the bow fixed to the top of his fluffy head. Kyoya, much to my amusement, grudgingly agreed to cosplay as a shepherd, donning a white robe and bearing a cane.

I couldn't help but smirk, stifling a snicker. "Little Bo Peep," I coughed.

He shot me glare so murderous that I could telepathically sense his overwhelming desire to send his police force to murder me and everyone I loved, but instead of rolling my eyes like usual, I laughed. He softened, so subtly that I swore that it was merely the product of my overactive imagination.

It was during one of our Christmas celebrations that snow began to spiral from the pale grey clouds, transforming the campus into a whirl of blinding white and coating the bare branches of the trees with powdered sugar.

Ouran Academy was soon transformed into a winter wonderland, complete with icicles glittering from the rooftops, tiny white lights strung on the paneled windows, holly bushes blooming in the garden, and a grand Christmas tree in the dining hall. Elated and dizzy with just how magical everything was, even Tamaki pestering me about commoner Christmas traditions couldn't ruin my mood.

Pretty soon, I found myself lounging on my living room couch, watching the powdery white snow whoosh across the window pane and sipping at my mug of chocolate me. I relished the surge of warmth the drink filled me with, reluctant to put it down and begin my homework.

Then came the sharp knock against the door.

I heaved a sigh, reluctantly sulking to the door. Flinging it open, I didn't even bother to see who it was before groaning. "No, Tamaki, I'm not going to teach you how to bake-"

A wet clump of snow was pelted in my face, clouding my vision with blinding white. Conscious of nothing but the rushing anger that filled me, I scowled at the sight of the faces of the mischievously grinning Hitachiin twins. "You bastards!"

Barely concealing my grin, I slammed the door shut and nearly tripped over my feet as I scrambled up the stairs. "Just give me a minute!"

There was no way that I was going to let those shady twins beat me in a snowball fight. If a battle was what they wanted, then that's what they were going to get. Snowball fights were my specialty; there was no way I was losing to those punks.

I tossed on my thick red parka and raced out of the door, scooping up handfuls of snow to use as my ammunition. I began to fire them aimlessly everywhere, laughing all the while, hair flying. I felt at bliss, despite the fact snowballs were chucked at my face at regular intervals, and undeniably…happy. Yes, I couldn't have been more content than I was at that moment, with my friends. Throwing snowballs.

Christmas was drawing closer, and although it wasn't an official holiday in Japan, plenty of people were celebrating, wearing the customary red and green, whistling carols as they walked, hands in pockets, past the decorated windows of the suburbs that I called home. There was an indescribably festive mood in the air, and as the days wore on, even the teachers gave up teaching us anything. Before long, everyone was chattering about their extravagant vacation plans- the palm trees of the Caribbean, the crystal clear oceans of the Mediterranean, the soaring skyscrapers of New York.