Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ End of the Masquerade ❯ An Intriguing Notion ( Chapter 2 )
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By: snuffaluffikin 
Haruhi gets frustrated and wants to make her own decisions
Anime/Manga: Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.27.2010 | Updated On: 11.27.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 973 | Status: Work In Progress
Haruhi gets frustrated and wants to make her own decisions
Anime/Manga: Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.27.2010 | Updated On: 11.27.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 973 | Status: Work In Progress
By the way, anyone who is reading this and enjoying it, I’ve updated chapter one. There’s a smidge bit more of details and clarification, just to make it more interesting read and what not.
Chapter Two – An Intriguing Notion.
Haruhi stepped into the Music Room, eyes all on her. She was looking at her feet, feeling somewhat embarrassed. She didn’t see why though, after all, they were her friends… right?
“Ha-Ha…Haruhi!” Tamaki said, his face as red as a tomato. He ran up to her and grabbed both her hands, his eyes sparkly and full of life. “Oh my word! How beautiful you look up close! For so long I have gazed upon you with your hair returning slowly to its former length, and seeing you on that dress….you look like a yellow rose princess, my dearest!”
“Um, thanks.” Haruhi said, unsure what to say to his usual ramble. Obviously he hadn’t changed; that was somewhat refreshing.
The twins came up to her as well, embracing her instantly. They obviously still don’t understand the concept of giving a girl her personal space.
“Hey you,” Kaoru said, embracing her from the front. “You’ve been awful quiet—you haven’t talked to either of us in so long, even though you sit just behind our desks in class.”
Hikaru embraced her from behind, nuzzling his head into the nape of her neck. “Ah, you still smell so sweet, Haruhi.”
Haruhi rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I changed my shampoo or starting rolling in the dirt, Hikaru.”
Ignoring her comment, the twins squeezed her tightly, chanting “Haruhi has returned!” merrily.
Kyoya stood up, adjusting his glasses. He stared at Haruhi with a pleasant smile, and chuckled quietly. “Not to be rude, but may I ask why you are here, Haruhi? You’re no longer part of the host club, so why come by?”
Haruhi bit her lip, and scratched the back of her head. “Um, honestly, I just wanted to apologize for the trouble I may have caused you guys—for ruining the couch and reducing the amount of members you’ve been receiving. I figured you would be awfully upset with me. Please, forgive me.” She pulled herself out of the twins embrace, and bowed her head.
Kyoya sighed, and opened up his notebook. “The couch that you ruined cost about ¥60,000. And on top of that, your uniforms were, all in all, ¥1,000,000. Granted, it wasn’t too much to be honest, so your absence wasn’t too much trouble…at first.
Haruhi blinked. “At first?”
Kaoru answered for Kyoya. “Well, ever since the…the um, incident,” they all saw her cringe at the word, but he continued. “We’ve been getting less and less ladies sign up. Yesterday we had around 30, and today we only have 24.”
“Oh…I see…” Haruhi hung her head. She didn’t know what to say. She felt genuinely guilty. After all, it was partly her fault, wasn’t it? They didn’t need to tell her that, she could tell on her own. It was bad enough that Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai had graduated. What were they supposed to do after losing three of their members so quickly? They needed more members…
Suddenly, the booming sound of machinery echoed through the room. Haruhi closed her eyes and shook her head. She knew that sound anywhere…oh boy.
A cylindrical pillar came spinning out of the ground with a girl with dirty-blonde hair, tied back in a bright pink bow, shouting “OH HO HO HO HO!”, which was quite creepy, to be perfectly honest. It was Renge Housakuji, of course. Strangely enough, it pleased her to see that she was still as energetic as ever, despite the decline of girls attending. Haruhi smirked.
“I have a solution to our dilemma!” the bright-eyed girl said. “It’s so simple; I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before!” Renge laughed again, sending chills down everyone’s spine. “Haruhi shall become part of the Host Club again!”
Haruhi looked at her wide eyed. Um, what now? She couldn’t be part of the club. She was a girl, and she was quite certain there weren’t any homosexual or bi-curious girls attending the school, and even if there were, they did a good job hiding it.
“Pardon?” Haruhi said, rubbing the back of her head nervously. “I’m going to what now?”
Renge had that mischievous smile on her face that she learned to fear. She chuckled lightly, and then jumped down from her platform, landing right next to Haruhi.
“Look here,” Renge said, wrapping her arm around Haruhi’s shoulder. “You’re cute. Very cute. Even as a boy, you were cute…you even had me crushing on you!” she cleared her throat. “But at any rate, the thing is you’ve got the looks. And you wanna help out us—the Host Club, correct?”
Haruhi sighed. “Well, I do feel awful, but—“
“Then it’s settled. You’ll be the first girl host.”
“I see,” Kyoya said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “It’s certainly an intriguing notion. Are you suggesting that we allow Haruhi to become a host, so that she could entertain males, rather than females?”
Renge nodded and squealed eagerly
Tamaki, who had been all but silent up until this point, frowned. “My little girl entertaining men? Preposterous!”
“Well when you say it that way,” said Kaoru, sniggering at the boss. “You make it sound like a different form of…entertainment.”
Haruhi interjected. “Um, hello? Don’t I have a say in this?” Haruhi crossed her arms. “What if I don’t want to join the Host Club again? You all can’t just make decisions for me.”
They were ignoring her, though.
“Hold on!” said Hikaru. “You mean to tell me we’ll be entertaining men as well now?” He seemed a bit embarrassed about the subject.
Renge contemplated it. “Well, I suppose. I mean, the homosexual population of the school isn’t very high, and I doubt anyone would be willing to expose themselves like that. It’s not much to worry about.”
Haruhi shouted loudly. “WOULD YOU ALL JUST LISTEN TO ME!”
They all turned around in shock. Haruhi usually did speak her mind, she hardly ever raised her voice. Tamaki bit his lip nervously.
“What if I don’t want to join the Host Club again?” Her face grew red, and her heart panged painfully. She loved them all dearly, but dammit all, they can’t just expect her to do it. Why were rich people so…so selfish?
Haruhi crossed her arms. “I’m leaving. I’ll let you all know later what my decision is, if it’s really worth it having decisions made for me.”
And with that, she stormed out of the Music room, tears rolling down her cheeks. Shit…she promised herself she wouldn’t cry. She secretly hoped that one of them, any of them, even Renge, would come after her and beg her to return and come back to her senses.
But none of them did.
To be continued
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Chapter Two – An Intriguing Notion.
Haruhi stepped into the Music Room, eyes all on her. She was looking at her feet, feeling somewhat embarrassed. She didn’t see why though, after all, they were her friends… right?
“Ha-Ha…Haruhi!” Tamaki said, his face as red as a tomato. He ran up to her and grabbed both her hands, his eyes sparkly and full of life. “Oh my word! How beautiful you look up close! For so long I have gazed upon you with your hair returning slowly to its former length, and seeing you on that dress….you look like a yellow rose princess, my dearest!”
“Um, thanks.” Haruhi said, unsure what to say to his usual ramble. Obviously he hadn’t changed; that was somewhat refreshing.
The twins came up to her as well, embracing her instantly. They obviously still don’t understand the concept of giving a girl her personal space.
“Hey you,” Kaoru said, embracing her from the front. “You’ve been awful quiet—you haven’t talked to either of us in so long, even though you sit just behind our desks in class.”
Hikaru embraced her from behind, nuzzling his head into the nape of her neck. “Ah, you still smell so sweet, Haruhi.”
Haruhi rolled her eyes. “It’s not like I changed my shampoo or starting rolling in the dirt, Hikaru.”
Ignoring her comment, the twins squeezed her tightly, chanting “Haruhi has returned!” merrily.
Kyoya stood up, adjusting his glasses. He stared at Haruhi with a pleasant smile, and chuckled quietly. “Not to be rude, but may I ask why you are here, Haruhi? You’re no longer part of the host club, so why come by?”
Haruhi bit her lip, and scratched the back of her head. “Um, honestly, I just wanted to apologize for the trouble I may have caused you guys—for ruining the couch and reducing the amount of members you’ve been receiving. I figured you would be awfully upset with me. Please, forgive me.” She pulled herself out of the twins embrace, and bowed her head.
Kyoya sighed, and opened up his notebook. “The couch that you ruined cost about ¥60,000. And on top of that, your uniforms were, all in all, ¥1,000,000. Granted, it wasn’t too much to be honest, so your absence wasn’t too much trouble…at first.
Haruhi blinked. “At first?”
Kaoru answered for Kyoya. “Well, ever since the…the um, incident,” they all saw her cringe at the word, but he continued. “We’ve been getting less and less ladies sign up. Yesterday we had around 30, and today we only have 24.”
“Oh…I see…” Haruhi hung her head. She didn’t know what to say. She felt genuinely guilty. After all, it was partly her fault, wasn’t it? They didn’t need to tell her that, she could tell on her own. It was bad enough that Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai had graduated. What were they supposed to do after losing three of their members so quickly? They needed more members…
Suddenly, the booming sound of machinery echoed through the room. Haruhi closed her eyes and shook her head. She knew that sound anywhere…oh boy.
A cylindrical pillar came spinning out of the ground with a girl with dirty-blonde hair, tied back in a bright pink bow, shouting “OH HO HO HO HO!”, which was quite creepy, to be perfectly honest. It was Renge Housakuji, of course. Strangely enough, it pleased her to see that she was still as energetic as ever, despite the decline of girls attending. Haruhi smirked.
“I have a solution to our dilemma!” the bright-eyed girl said. “It’s so simple; I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before!” Renge laughed again, sending chills down everyone’s spine. “Haruhi shall become part of the Host Club again!”
Haruhi looked at her wide eyed. Um, what now? She couldn’t be part of the club. She was a girl, and she was quite certain there weren’t any homosexual or bi-curious girls attending the school, and even if there were, they did a good job hiding it.
“Pardon?” Haruhi said, rubbing the back of her head nervously. “I’m going to what now?”
Renge had that mischievous smile on her face that she learned to fear. She chuckled lightly, and then jumped down from her platform, landing right next to Haruhi.
“Look here,” Renge said, wrapping her arm around Haruhi’s shoulder. “You’re cute. Very cute. Even as a boy, you were cute…you even had me crushing on you!” she cleared her throat. “But at any rate, the thing is you’ve got the looks. And you wanna help out us—the Host Club, correct?”
Haruhi sighed. “Well, I do feel awful, but—“
“Then it’s settled. You’ll be the first girl host.”
“I see,” Kyoya said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “It’s certainly an intriguing notion. Are you suggesting that we allow Haruhi to become a host, so that she could entertain males, rather than females?”
Renge nodded and squealed eagerly
Tamaki, who had been all but silent up until this point, frowned. “My little girl entertaining men? Preposterous!”
“Well when you say it that way,” said Kaoru, sniggering at the boss. “You make it sound like a different form of…entertainment.”
Haruhi interjected. “Um, hello? Don’t I have a say in this?” Haruhi crossed her arms. “What if I don’t want to join the Host Club again? You all can’t just make decisions for me.”
They were ignoring her, though.
“Hold on!” said Hikaru. “You mean to tell me we’ll be entertaining men as well now?” He seemed a bit embarrassed about the subject.
Renge contemplated it. “Well, I suppose. I mean, the homosexual population of the school isn’t very high, and I doubt anyone would be willing to expose themselves like that. It’s not much to worry about.”
Haruhi shouted loudly. “WOULD YOU ALL JUST LISTEN TO ME!”
They all turned around in shock. Haruhi usually did speak her mind, she hardly ever raised her voice. Tamaki bit his lip nervously.
“What if I don’t want to join the Host Club again?” Her face grew red, and her heart panged painfully. She loved them all dearly, but dammit all, they can’t just expect her to do it. Why were rich people so…so selfish?
Haruhi crossed her arms. “I’m leaving. I’ll let you all know later what my decision is, if it’s really worth it having decisions made for me.”
And with that, she stormed out of the Music room, tears rolling down her cheeks. Shit…she promised herself she wouldn’t cry. She secretly hoped that one of them, any of them, even Renge, would come after her and beg her to return and come back to her senses.
But none of them did.
To be continued
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