My Feelings Exist Too [Kyoya x Tamaki <3]

Chapter 7 ~ New Rivals

"Hello everyone!" Tamaki announced to the room of students.
"I know you're all very upset," he said, "and I'm sorry."

The cafeteria started up quietly.

"I know that you guys are upset about the incident with that girl I had. "

Before Tamaki could continue with his speech some people walked up on stage.

Somewhere off to the side Kyoya and the twins giggled with excitement. The other hosts stared at them confused on why they were in the dark about something.

The people who had gone on stage whispered in Tamaki's ear. "That's not the reason Mr. Suoh... There are other hosts."

Tamaki, taking a second to react to what had just been said to him, stands still in complete shock. His face blushing from embarrassment and he stands completely still. The others backed off the stage.

Haruhi had went up on to the stage and dragged Tamaki down, still completely stiff.

As she dragged him past the other hosts they had turned their giggles into loud uncontrollable laughs. They knew this was going to happen all along.

~back in the club room~

"I'm sorry Tamaki it was just too funny to not let it happen!" Hikaru exclaimed, still giggling.

Kyoya didn't say anything but had a wicked grin on his face.

"So you guys let me embarrass myself in front of everyone like that?" Tamaki whimpered, obviously hurt.

Haruhi stood close to him and rubbed his back to try and make him feel better.

"It's not a big deal Tamaki, didn't you notice that hardly anyone was at school?"

"No... I was too in character." He scoffed. Anyway, now that we know the real problem we can fix it."

Kyoya whipped out a pamphlet for a carnival. It seemed it was only going to be in town for a week or two. There were many things you could do in the carnival: play games, ride rollercoasters, eat food and shop. But this one had... A host club!?

...

The hosts walked through the doors of a mysterious tavern thinking they were ready for anything. However, they were not prepared for this.

The tavern was lit up only by a few dim overhead lights and the hosts had grown goosebumps. There were bottles of alcohol behind the bar on the shelves not growing any dust.

There was a sign that said to enter the back room. Hesistantly, they did. The king, with long thick black hair, with eyes to match looked down upon the hosts from his throne. The throne is covered in jewerely and a few fancy goblets were sitting around.

If the place wasn't scary enough, the entire place was painted black and the kings servants were standing on either side of his throne, waiting...

Is this... the host club...?

They looked just as good as us. They looked better than us. They were older than us, but worst of all...

They were English.

"Hello. Welcome to our tavern. We don't get many men here, but that's alright we don't judge. We'll treat you as best we can."