“Due to the internet-wide event being held by something called Tumblr for our muns, the Host Club has decided to hold a dance of our own. It shall be held tomorrow, starting at 6pm. Everyone is invited. We all hope you can attend!”
“Huh? When was this, M’lord?”
“When is this, should be your question. It’s tomorrow at 6.”
“Oh wow, so short notice, don’tcha think? What brought this on, anyway?”
“Due to the internet-wide event being held by something called Tumblr for our muns, the Host Club has decided to hold a dance of our own. It shall be held tomorrow, starting at 6pm. Everyone is invited. We all hope you can attend!”
“Huh? When was this, M’lord?”
“Well I’m in the Varia, we help the Vongola family.” The Prince took another sip of the tea and placed it back down. Bel looked out the window, staring at the flowers. “Well there was a party in my castle once and my mother really loved an ice sculpture that was a center piece. So i practiced and practiced just so I could make her smile.” Bel looked back at the red head and gave off a smile, hidden with a tint of bitter sadness.
“For your mom, huh…” Hikaru couldn’t relate, really. His mom was never around but don’t get him wrong, he loved her dearly. “She sounds like an amazing woman,” he said admittedly lamely. The redhead had no idea how to reply, awkwardly sipping at his tea to keep himself busy.
“Hi there! Welcome to Ouran’s Host Club!” Hikaru waved before noticing who it was, “Oh, another guy? Wow being gay sure is becoming popular… Well, what Type are you into? Would I suffice?” The redhead gave the hitman a wicked grin.
Reborn blinked, bemused. “… what?” He asked, deadpanning. “What do you even…” He looked a little mortified now. “Why are you even asking that?”
“Hm? Well why else does one come to a host club other than to be treated and catered to?” Hikaru asked, giving Reborn the most obvious look in the world, “You know what a host club is, right?”
“I’m calling you ‘rich people who just love having fun and doesn’t need to care a lot about the future like us’ or…’rich bastards’.” He sighed again. “And yes I’m sure…and no, I’m not trying to convince myself about anything…thank you…” Sighed again. “Anyway…I should go back to study…” He said ready to go away.
Hikaru pouted immaturely, “So our lives are easier and our reality is different, so what?” He grumbled mostly to himself, hand on his hip as Shouichi turned to leave. He couldn’t help the snicker that left his lips. Seriously, the redhead reminded him so much of Haruhi, even calling him a rich bastard. “Sure you wanna go? We have cake, sweets, tea, and commoner’s coffee~” He called after the redhead.
He didn’t say anything until the last part which made him turn again and go back, what was that? ‘Commoner’s coffee’ why they would even ahd something like that and trait it like something strange?! Geez, this boy was really getting into his nerves. “…Why would you even had…normal coffe?” He asked cisous about it, it was the very first thing that legitimately lighten up his curiosity.
“Hm?” Hikaru, oblivious to Shouichi’s anger, blinked his eyes at the question, “Well we’re not used to instant coffee since we always have to grind ours, but one of our members showed us instant coffee and M’lord took an instant living to it.” Hikaru grinned, “I won’t lie either, I like it too! I want a cup now…” He trailed off before giving Shouichi his attention, “Care to join me?”
“Hi there! Welcome to Ouran’s Host Club!” Hikaru waved before noticing who it was, “Oh, another guy? Wow being gay sure is becoming popular… Well, what Type are you into? Would I suffice?” The redhead gave the hitman a wicked grin.
Kaoru stared intently into those eyes and suddenly his cheeks were dusted a dark red again he pouted. “Hi-Hikaru! How could you say that in public…” he looked away embarrassed his hands clutched onto the front of his twins jacket he innocently looked back the pout still on his face. “you just like embarrassing me in front of people don’t you” he faked a hurt voice.
“I’m sorry, Kaoru,” Hikari said in his most sincere voice, eyes half-lidded as he gazed lovingly at his twin, “I just can’t help it sometimes. You’re so cute when you’re flustered, I get carried away and end up saying something that should be private. I didn’t mean to offend you…”
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- “Hm ?” Giotto looks up, surprised to see a young man with orange hair appear before him.
“Hi!” Hikaru waved, “Welcome to the Host Club.” He blinked his eyes, noticing the man across from him was, well, male. “Eh? Another gay customer? Well, he don’t judge,” he laughed with a grin, “So what’s your type? Into the Devilish Type?” He gave him a wicked grin.
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“I see. Ah my name? It’s Belphegor but just call me Bel for short.” The Prince sipped some of the tea, well mannered of course, he is a Prince after all. “Well this is some fine china.” The Prince proclaimed,…
“Well as you already know, I’m a Prince from a place next to the sea. I have a twin brother, but I haven’t seen him for ruffly seven or eight years. I’m a genius, in a mafia, and I use knives and wires as weapons. I also do enjoy ice sculpturing.” The Prince smiled, he was having the feeling this guy could see through his fake smile, so he made a smile more believable.
“Mafia?” Hikaru repeated, blinking his eyes. He had a faint image of Kyoya and his connections, snickering to himself at the thought, “That’s cool. Got a Mafia Family?” He remembered a day the Host Club cosplayed as mafiosos, learning something about Mafia groups they called Family, “And ice sculpturing? That seems like an odd habit for a prince. What got you into it?”
