Ouran Highschool Host Club [Inactive]

The bow was brought across the strings of the instrument as the sound echoed through the music room. Light red hair, nearing pink was all pushed over one shoulder, some shorter strands pulling into two pigtails at the top as purple eyes followed the small notes upon the stave. The violin released the soft notes before it began to die off with the movements of her arm ceasing. Saemi stared, her head tilted to one side as the silence that usually accompanied her continued even before she began to pack the instrument away.


The young Tsutano didn't wear the uniform, instead she wore a plain white shirt, red skirt and tie to match. Strangely, she found it that they were much more comfortable and quite a lot of female students rebelled against the hideous yellow dresses. Opening her locker she placed the barely touched instrument away once again before walking off, ignoring the click of the locks as she headed back down the hall.


Her steps continue to make little sound against the marble ground as she headed towards one of the music rooms. More importantly, the third music room. Why? While Saemi was one who never understood the reason for the host clubs existence she was still curious to them and more importantly, about them.


Reaching the room she softly pushed the doors open, slipping inside before she leaned back against the door, looking around at the mass of girls who only continued to flood the room with squeals and screams. A mass of bunch yellow surrounding the few blue blazers that were placed there and she was slightly freaked. The girl tilted her head slightly as she leaned against the wall, her hands behind her back. She understood how this place worked, you would request to sit with a host and spend your time chatting away with them. However, Saemi was clueless to everything past that. So, the girl remained leaning against the wall, quite content watching.
 
Upon noticing the Music Room door opening, Kyoya turned to see who their new guest was. At first, an odd looking girl entered with a strange aura about her, one the vice president couldn't place. She seemed to immediately shy out of the way of the door and to the corner, her eyes focused on Tamaki.


Next, a more ordinary girl came in, dressed not in the school uniform but in a classy red skirt, tie, and white shirt. Noting he hadn't seen her face before at the club, he briskly walked over to meet the girl. Tamaki seemed a little too preoccupied at the moment to entertain another guest, and Kyoya really cared less about the strange girl in the corner.


"Greetings, m'lady," Kyoya greeted Saemi, bowing slightly and offering her a smile. "Welcome to the Ouran Host Club, may I be of any assistance to you?"
 
Saemi was seriously confused. 'Maybe they should be reported to the police or something...that blonde one should be checked out as well, he definitely isn't sane.' A voice disrupted her thoughts as she spun around, facing Kyoya as she tilted her head. 'Why is he talking to me? Did I do something wrong? I dont think so, OH! He is talking to me' Her eyes stared for a moment, motionless before she bowed in return, pulling one the wires connected to the ear phone idly. "Um, I'm just here to look...I mean, I, Was curious to this club." Well, Saemi was curious after all. Facing the glasses wearing host club member she bowed. "I'm Saemi Tsutano. You?" She asked, a small smile on her lips.
 
"Kyoya Ootori," he replied, a slight hint of command in his voice as he spoke. "Well, is there any way we can suit your needs?" Pushing up his glasses, he gestured over to Tamaki. "Our president is busy at the moment, but if you wish I can arrange for your entertainment from the other members. Tell me, what type might interest you?" Even with the large crowd of girls in the room, Kyoya had no trouble at all pointing out the various members of the club. Some were already engaged with guests but others were still idle. "I am also available if you wish," he said, smiling at her again.
 
The girl blinked, fingers pausing as they twisted the cord within their grasp. She stared, curiousity in her eyes as she paused her movements all together except the rise and fall of her torso. "Needs?" She asked, shifting her weight to the other foot as the heiress of the Tsutano company could only stare, awaiting an answer that would remove her lack on knowledge on the matter of this club. "I...don't actually know what you are on about Ootori-san." She replied, a small, faint smile on her lips as she scratched her cheek slightly. "But, I prefer it if I could stick to talking to one person. " Saemi's social skills had deteriorated due to her occasional hospitalization and it often resulted in her finding herself uncomfortable talking to many people and in the end she would end up silent. Completely silent.
 
"Oh, I see," Kyoya responded, noting the girl truly hadn't known much at all about the club before entering. "Hm, let me explain then. Here at the Host Club, the club's members' primary function is to entertain young ladies. We have a range of hosts to suit any girl's needs, whether they prefer the 'cute' type, the 'cool' type, the 'devilish' type, and so on so forth." He paused, making sure that the girl could follow along with this much. "And by needs I mean what qualities they prefer their host to have."


In an effort to relieve Saemi's social distress, he gestured for her to follow him to one of the empty tables. "Here, allow me to show you." Though brief as it had been, Kyoya had caught that Saemi's last name was Tsutano. If he were to be successful in pleasing her at the club there would surely be some benefit, as her family was ranked fairly high.
 
Saemi nodded, her arms falling limp to her side as she followed him, fingers twitching occasionally in unspoken excitement. She had been planning to go to this club for a while but things often got in the way and it wound her up. A lot. He carried on, explaining the types as the girl followed him to an empty table, taking a seat when they arrived, her hands resting one on top of another on her lap. She had manners that all heiresses had after all. She watched Kyoya before speaking. "Oh, I get it." She replied. "I apologize for having you do this Ootori-san." Glancing over at Tamaki she flinched, a frown on her lips "Although, may I ask if he is okay...he seems deranged..."
 
Akari Looks at a girl that passes by, Akari studied the necklace that was on her neck, and it was Hers! This girl seriously stole it!? She didnt even give it to the lost and found!? Well then, looks like I'm causing a scene in the host club room seeing is that shes going inside. "I found it." she said to hunny, following the girl inside and spinning her around and ripping it from her neck. SHe opened the locket the way it was able to be opened and her parents were inside. She glared at the girl who took it, but she seemed to be busy yelling for help. Since Akari 'stole' her necklace. Then she started yelling at akari "Know what, little girl, this never belonged to you! You never even bothered to give it to the lost and found!" she was going back and forth with the girl, her hands turning into fists, ready to punch the girl right in the face.
 
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Saemi nodded, her arms falling limp to her side as she followed him, fingers twitching occasionally in unspoken excitement. She had been planning to go to this club for a while but things often got in the way and it wound her up. A lot. He carried on, explaining the types as the girl followed him to an empty table, taking a seat when they arrived, her hands resting one on top of another on her lap. She had manners that all heiresses had after all. She watched Kyoya before speaking. "Oh, I get it." She replied. "I apologize for having you do this Ootori-san." Glancing over at Tamaki she flinched, a frown on her lips "Although, may I ask if he is okay...he seems deranged..."
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Sitting down across from Saemi, Kyouya began to take a quick sip of his 'tea', but quickly set it back down again. As a matter of fact, it wasn't tea at all, it was some of the dubbed 'commoner's coffee' that Akihito and the twins often requested. Frowning at it, he lightly pushed it aside and fixed his eyes on Saemi. "No, not at all," Kyouya replied simply to what his guest had said, leaning forward with his hands clasping in front of his chin and his elbows on the table. "I rather enjoy doing this. After all, I'm one of the hosts too."


He adverted his gaze to Tamaki as Saemi brought him up, an amused smirk coming to his face. "There is nothing... wrong with the president. He simply lives to entertain the young ladies here, and at a distance it can seem a little odd, but then again, no one in the Host Club is exactly normal." He paused briefly, looking back at Saemi. "You just have to know how to manage and keep him in line," he said, smiling cheerfully like a little boy with some devilish scheme up his sleeve. "Tell me, do you like cheap coffee?"
 
Hunny chased after the girl whom he just met,"Akari-chaaaan!!!" He ran through the host club doors and bumped into someone,"Sorry!" He yelled back. He caught up to Akari and stopped and panted while Akari and the stranger argued. "P-Please settle down guys..." He sweat dropped and tried to cool their heated discussion,"I dont like when people fight -3-..." He pouted.


Ritsuka was just about to walk out when a girl came bursting in and the boy her height after her, he bumped into her, causing her to take a few steps back as she held her shoulder that he bumped into,"Owie..." She mumbled. "Sorry!" He told her, but Ritsuka was a sensative girl almost everything bad made her want to cry. She sat there rubbing her shoulder with a frown as she stared at the carpeted floor. She eyes the piano from across the room, being the reason why she came into the music room in the first place, she walked to it and sat infront. She sighed, she really wanted to play but not with these people around!
 
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Alara sat on the couch ignoring all of the chaos. He didn't like getting into it at all. He was only here for making other people's day, not trying to make an impression with the new girls. He sat up from the couch, and popped a lollipop into his mouth, surprising. No one was around that he knew. Of course the members, but no females. No regulars. 'Strange. . .' He trailed off into his thoughts and laid back down, laying his head on a throw pillow.
 
Akari is fighting with a girl (yelling) and the girl is acting all innocent when she isnt.


Kyoya is talking with saemi


and hunny is yelling at akari to stop, well, being cute about it
 
Haruhi shuffled back and forth in front of one of the large windows. Her short hair was sticking up, her uniform was slightly out of sorts, and there were two dark cicles until her equally as dark eyes. You could see the cloud of gloom lingering in the air around her.


"Stupid...construction..." she mumbled, her eye twitching.
 
Saemi could only part her lips to form a small 'o', her purple eyes watching the many scenes going on within music room three. Her fingers curled slightly, interlocking with one another as she could only stare in awe. They were so lively. The girl was fascinated by the host club members, easily looking at them each individually. It was...odd to see such personalities together. Turning back to Kyoya she blinked, her head tilted. "Ah...Its nice to see you all so happy." She mumbled, a grin coming to her lips as she sighed softly, her eyes quite warm, contrasting their usual blank state.


Turning back to Kyoya properly she smiled uncomfortably, scratching her cheek slightly. "I apologize Ootori-san, I didn't mean to insult your president. He is just...really eccentric, the level he provides is inhumane..." She replied, a large smile on her lips. She reached her hand up, fingers taking a grasp of the porcelain cups handle. As she brought it she stared for a moment before looking back to him. "T-this...is the commoners coffee?" Saemi had yet to try the drink and it was just sitting in front of her. So, the girl, still retaining some of her adventurous nature took a small sip. After a few minutes she nodded. "It actually tastes good."
 
Haruhi's ear twitched as she overheard a girl utter the word "commoner". Ever since she had first arrived, that word was quite popular in the Host Club. She didn't mind, sine compared to all of the rich folk, she was indeed a commoner.


She banging in her head was now in perfect time with her footsteps.


"Haru-kun, you don't look very well..." a girl said worriedly as she watched Haruhi pace. Haruhu stopped and glanced at the girl. She forced a smile and said, "I'm fine. I was just up most of the night because of the non-stop construction on the road in front of my home."


The girl nodded, then said sympathetically, "I don't know how you live under such circumstances...I really admire you."


Haruhi smiled again as reply, and continued pacing.
 
Akihito said:
(In the same room? O.o You would think that Kyoya would've said something by now. @ShadowWang )
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((Oh, they are? O.o I thought her and Hunny went somewhere else, sorry. xP Also, sorry for poofing earlier, my laptop self-destructed.


There's also this:

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He hoped it would work, he sincerely hoped it would work. All week had he prepared for this, and as disgusting as it was to dress in a girl's uniform, wear girl's makeup, and a feminine wig, Ichiro had to do it. With Tamaki's help, maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to please everyone in his class. Despite his warm and friendly personality, as he thought in his mind, sometimes people would just shy away from him. He couldn't understand it, and lately it had been happening more regularly. Something had to be done, and fast. His parents weren't good for this kind of advice... and if they knew of his plans...


Reaching the door to Music Room #3, Ichiro held his breath. Hurriedly he checked every part of his costume: hair, nails, makeup, clothing, eyelashes, shoes. He had made sure no one knew what he was doing, and with no student ID on him if no one was to recognize him he could get away safe. At least, he hoped so.


Where was courage when you needed it? Dumbly Ichiro stood there in front of the door. What would happen if they see through my disguise? Oh no, no, no, this isn't good... Forcefully, he shoved his arm towards the door and firmly grasped the lock. He didn't know what he was even doing, but refused to let himself think any more on the matter. If he just acted things would go well, he told himself repeatedly.


The door to Music Room #3 swung open, a little forcefully, then closed rather quietly, revealing a girl of about 16 years of age dressed neatly in the Ouran girl's uniform. Presenting, Michiko Yamato: secretly Ichiro Yamato.
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Kyouya chuckled at the girl's remarks. "Oh, indeed. It is a lively atmosphere, and our customers love it." As a matter of fact, we've had an increase of 2% since Spring, he thought contently, always pleased when things were going according to his plans. Still keeping his eyes on Saemi, intently watching her every move and ready at a moment's notice to please her, Kyouya casually leaned back in his chair. He didn't relax like this very often, he rarely ever felt the need or want to. Now, however, it held a number of pleasures that the vice president enjoyed, at least for the time being.


"No worries," Kyouya replied to the young Tsutano with a smile, waving off the apology. "Your perception and inquiry of the president was only natural. Anyone who isn't immediately charmed by him tends to generally think the way you do," he explained matter-of-factually, without the slightest indication of care in his voice. "He truly is something though..." The eyes behind his glasses trailed off toward his good friend the president, and his lips formed into a small smile.


Turning back to his guest, a small hint of surprise entered his tone and his eyes. "You do like it?" he asked, gesturing to the "commoner's coffee". "It does seem to be a hit with the guests. The president requests that it be stocked you see." Swinging around in his chair for a brief moment, he called across the room to Haruhi, "Haruhi, bring me a cup of tea please."


At the sudden sound of bickering and fighting, Kyouya abruptly rose from his chair with a quizzical expression. He bowed slightly to Saemi, apologizing. "Excuse me a moment, Saemi-san." Moving towards the source of disruption, he lightly pushed past some of the other guests, apologizing to each and every one of them and explaining he was in a hurry. Upon reaching Akari and the other fighting girl he raised his hand and spoke, fixing both of them with a cool yet hard gaze, "What's the matter here, ladies?"
 
(( Yea, I can't do much in this situation. Aaaand I am in so many rps to where it wont track all of them so xD ))
 
Hunny gave a sigh of relief as his colleague, Kyouya, showed up to save the day. He swiftly ran behind Kyouya's towering body, latching his little hand, that wasnt occupied by carrying Usa-chan, onto Kyouya's left arm part of his blazer. With eyebrows furrowed and a frown stretched on his face he fiercely pointed at the two girls,"They were fighting!" He told on them, and in a flash Hunny put his arm down as his lips puckered into what looked like a pout.
 
Akari looked at Kyoya "This girl stole something very special to me. She's acting all innocent when she knows she did something wrong!" she tried to calm herself, not wanting to burst at the Male who stood there. Along with Hunny "Half of you men always seem to think the one is a 'victum' in fights is the most innocent." she shook her head "Cause I swear, if you take her side..."
 
Saemi blinked before she nodded, watching as Kyoya got up before heading to the small fight. Now, Saemi hated such a situation so she eagerly pulled the small bud like earphones from around her neck, placing them into her ears. Within seconds, she was flooded by the music the earphones produced, her purple eyes settling on the 'fight' as a frown came to her lips. Kyoya intervened and she smiled faintly, hoping that the battle would end quickly and everyone would settle. After all, fighting was pointless.


The girl gently picked up the fine china cup, her eyes staring at the 'commoners' coffee with interest as she watched the liquid sway within its confinements. After a few seconds she brought the cup to her lips, taking a small sip of the liquid as she smiled. She couldn't deny that it was delicious and in addition to that, she always enjoyed the warmth the drink brought.


After a few seconds she turned in her seat, watching the gathering of the club members and the guests. 'I wonder what started it...' Normally, the girl would ignore it but it didn't suit the feeling this place and club gave off so for once, she was irritated by it. Her lips curled to a delicate frown as she hummed to distract herself. She'd most likely find out eventually anyway.
 
Hunny shook his head,"i believe you! After all i was helping you~" he grinned at her. Hunny looked at the other girl,"please be honest with us. I promise no one will be upset..." He glanced at Akari then continued,"Its very important to her..."


He frowned, his hands behind his back giving puppy eyes.
 
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