Mischief in the Host Club!

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Haruhi had never had a problem with walking to and from school before. Honestly, the walk had always actually been a peaceful one. A bit long, but that didn't bother Haruhi all that much. Of course, that all changed yesterday…


Haruhi had been minding his own business, just enjoying the cool evening breeze and thinking about what all he would do when he got home. Or, to be more exact, which homework he would do first, followed by which topics he would study. Maybe it was the kind of thing most people thought boring, but Haruhi genuinely enjoyed doing homework and studying and learning new things. However, midway through his walk, daydreaming of all the homework he had, he ended up being blocked by a few boys from another school. They were taller than him, though they appeared to be the same age.

Politely, Haruhi had tried to go around them, but that was when it had happened. They shoved him into the nearby alleyway and demanded his money. Confused, he told them he didn't really have much, but they didn't buy it and, well, they got rough.

By the end of the ordeal, Haruhi had lost his wallet (meaning his food money for the week as well as his school ID) as well as his backpack and all of its content. On top of that, though, his bottom lip had been busted when one of the guys got him in the mouth with his elbow (probably on accident while he was trying to grab Haruhi's bag), as well as a bruised right cheek and a bruise along his right leg and side from where he had hit the ground after being roughly shoved. Honestly, Haruhi just bruises easily, so it wasn't like he was in any life-threatening danger once it was all done with. He was a little battered and bloody, but all he card about was figuring out how he would replace his stolen goods…


Also… he wasn't at all ready for anyone else to see him like this. Not his dad or any of the hosts, as they'd have a panic attack and demand revenge on those who attacked Haruhi. His dad would be the same.


Luckily, by the time Haruhi managed to get home that night, his dad was still at work. So, in a rush, Haruhi cleaned up and went right to bed, feigning sick by the time his dad got home. Hiding in his bed so, for today at least, his dad wouldn't see the wounds. He had been overly worried, as Haruhi never got sick, but he left Haruhi alone to let him rest. He even suggested for Haruhi to stay home the next day, which was very appealing, but if he did that then the host club would be bursting through his door on a rescue mission.


That was how weird it would be for Haruhi to miss a day of school.

So, here Haruhi was, back in school with no money, no school ID, and most importantly, no book bag. He had dawned a surgical mask to hide his bust lip, which, in Japan, wasn't at all weird. Sick people always wore surgical masks around Japan. That, however, only hid one of his problems. He could avoid most of the club until lunch time, as they all sat together, but up until then… Haruhi had class with them.

The twins.

If there was anyone who could see through his disguise, it would be them. They were the masters of deceit, and Haruhi would be with them in every class up until lunch, so he would have to do the best acting of his life!

When the bell rang throughout campus, announcing to all that the first class of the day was about to start, Kaoru sat lounged in his seat, glancing from the door to his brother with a suspicious gleam in his eye. A look that said 'something's up' because, typically, Haruhi was the first one to class. Today though the short brunette was borderline late, which was highly unusual.

Dissatisfied, Kaoru let out a low hum and leaned back in his chair, arms folded over his chest as he eyes the empty seat between himself and Hikaru. Something was definitely up, but he didn't think too much into it. Not until he glanced over and saw the brunette come staggering through the door, slowly.. was he limping? Also, what was with the mask and where was his bag? The odd elements clicked in Kaoru's mind immediately as he suspiciously eyed Haruhi make his quiet little way to the desk between the two Hitachiin brothers.

He then looked to Hikaru with a slightly baffled look. What the hell was up with Haruhi today?

Haruhi held his breath as he made his way to his seat, feeling clammy from the pain burning up his entire right side. It hurt like a bitch, and honestly, he was pretty proud of himself for managing to only give a little limp when really each step he took made him feel like crying out and falling over. Still, he glanced over (reluctantly) at Kaoru and grunted a little when he noticed the look on the boy's face.

“I'm just sick.” Haruhi quickly grumbled, biting the inside of his check to keep in a pained hiss as he slid into his seat.

"Oh, really?" Kaoru murmured, his voice as smooth as silk as his eyes narrowed slightly, not once moving from Haruhi's face now as he scanned the boy's eyes for any sign of the truth. They would get it from him... one way, or another.

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Tamaki    Suoh 

"What good are dreams if all you do is work? There's more to life than hitting the books," 

 
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Tamaki posed in front of his mirror for a considerably lengthy time period around nine at night. Nothing really caught his eye in honesty no matter which way he folded his outfit it simply would not do! To some it wouldn't matter how they'd wear their uniforms since they were all the same, but Tamaki differed. He was having a dilemma. After observing his reflection a bit more, he couldn't figure out how he favored his hair. Maybe parted at the right? Maybe parted at the left? Maybe in the middle? So many questions, so little time. 
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Going over to his telephone, he dialed up his rather close friend - Kyoya. Surely the other would be able to sort this disaster and set things right. He knew the other's number off the top of his head so he dialed it with relative ease. "Kyoya! I have the most dire issue occurring!" Tamaki whined, hoping the other would hear the tone in his voice and come. 
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Already being aware how dramatic his friend could be, Kyoya was reluctant to actually go over there. "I highly doubt it's as dire as you're expressing it to be." Knowing the blonde self-proclaimed king, he was probably have some kind of disaster. Even though he wasn't positive about it at the time, he was exactly right. Tamaki didn't know which way to part his hair.  
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"Please, just rush on over, alright?" Tamaki insisted, knowing that even when Kyoya arrived he might be rather annoyed... but surely... the other would be quick to get over it. After all, they had been the best of friends since they were in lower years (Kyoya might have some things to protest, but Tamaki was fully pledged to the idea that they were). 
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Tamaki woke up the following morning, going to glance and observe his reflection. He brushed some of the blonde hair to the right like usual, after all Kyoya pointed out the fact that he usually wore the same style, so why change now? Kyoya was very bitter about being called all the way to the Suoh residence to only be there for less than ten minutes, but Tamaki knew that by the time he walked into his first class with the other, ties would be amend. 
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Next, he headed off to the class. 
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Kyoya   Ootori 

 "Beauty is as vain as these cherry blossoms. You will never be able to see the same shape,"  

 
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Kyoya was less than enthusiastic about Tamaki's call but that was to be expected. After all, he was less than enthusiastic about a lot of things involving the over dramatic blonde. At this point he just suck it up and went along with it. After all, if he let his mind get clouded by such foolishness, then who was to say that he'd ever accomplish greater things in life? He had tests to ace, and brothers to surpass. 
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Tamaki's silly nature was not going to throw a wrench into his already well plotted plans. Always on time, he arrived at his class, textbooks in hand. 
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Hikaru   Hitachiin 

 "Well, I don't see what's so funny. I'm honest, I speak my mind, and I don't hold back." 

 
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Arriving promptly for class with his twin brother, he sat in his usual seat next to Kaoru. When Hikaru walked in, his eyes fell back to his brother seeing that they showed the same glimmer as his. Something definitely was not up with the newest host. He watched the other come in with a limp that he was so desperately trying to hide but Hikaru saw through it. And from the look on his brother's face, he could tell that Kaoru did as well. 
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Maybe the next thing that stuck out was the fact that Hikaru had not bag... the only thing really with him being the surgical face mask. It wasn't so much the mask threw him off because he knew very well that it was a common thing, however something still was off.  He turned his chair backwards and leaned against it, propping his elbow in the side and holding his head up. 
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"You're just sick?" He scoffed, before adding "Oh, really?" in unison with his brother. He lifted a brow, looking over the brunette. "What about that?" He asked curiously, lifting a finger and pointing one of the many bruises on the other. "How did you happen to get those?" He asked curiously, hoping to get a straight response from Hikaru. 
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"And why don't you have your bag with you?" His eyes fell over to his brother. "Doesn't that seem rather peculiar to you?" He questioned Kaoru, knowing very well that his twin had caught onto it as well. 
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“I mean, all that matters is what's on the inside, right?”

 
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Haruhi wasn't sure whether he should be annoyed at how suspicious the twins already were, or glad. It did feel good to know they cared enough to be nosy, but at the same time, Haruhi didn't want them to know. The twins and Tamaki-senpai always got dramatic over small things, and to Haruhi, this was a small thing. Well, kind of. At any rate, it was something he could handle on his own, so why make anyone else possibly worry? The only problem was that Haruhi was bad at lying. Like, seriously bad.


So, as Hikaru leaned in a bit and gestured to one of the bruises Haruhi thought he had managed to hide, the brunette simply grimaced beneath the mask and rolled his eyes a little, sighing slightly as he shrunk in his seat. “It's nothing, jeez. You know, it's not uncommon for sick people to fall, or, you know, forget things..” His voice trailed off a little, before he shrugged and let out a small, forced laugh as if to say 'oh well!'.


Only, he quickly regretted the forced laugh, because it caused a ripple of pain to stab into the right side of his diaphragm. In retrospect it might have been smart for Haruhi to have gone to the doctor for a basic check-up, because man, did this suck… but he was still convinced that he could take care of himself, by himself. Regardless, he bit at the inside of his cheek, clutching at his side in the most subtle way possible to quell the pain while giving the surface of his desk a strained stare.


Haruhi could tell that they were seeing right through his attempt at lying, but it didn't matter. They could speculate all they wanted, but they wouldn't know what had really happened. And that was for the best... wasn't it? It didn't feel very good to lie to your friends, but this was a white lie, right? And white lies were okay, because they kept things from being blown out of proportion.

 

“Feelings you have for each other will not be known unless you voice them.”




Somehow the bruises had gone unnoticed by Kaoru until Hikaru pointed them out, possible because they were on Haruhi's right side and Kaoru was sitting on his left side. Regardless, something inside of Kaoru's chest dropped hard and fast when he saw the marks on Haruhi's cheek. And the way he was so obviously pained when he tried to force a laugh…


Why? Why did Haruhi always have to try and do things on his own? It was like he didn't realize that he could rely on other people. Or maybe Kaoru had relied too heavily on Hikaru all his life. Regardless of that, though, it was blatantly obvious that something just wasn't right about Haruhi's story.


“Well… if you're so sick, Haruhi, maybe we should take you to the nurses office for a check-up?” Kaoru suggested idly, though he was really making the suggestion to Hikaru at this point while ignoring the look of protest Haruhi gave him.


“It's not that bad--” Haruhi began to speak, but was cut off by the serious look Kaoru was shooting at him.


“If it's bad enough to cause you to fall and hurt yourself, then yeah, I'd say it's 'that bad'.” The twin sniped, his sharp voice edged with concern. He was also a little offended that Haruhi wasn't telling them what was up, but his own feelings could wait for now.

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