Its. Been. Too. Long.

I have to admit that I kind of have lost interest Ouran high school host club, but I will do my best to try and get a some sort of fake inspiration to continue on this story.

To be perfectly honest, I really like Akito but its just that I really have no will to write these days. I think this is what they call being lazy...

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Akito's POV:

"So basically, Haruhi was picked out to be this Kasugazaki Kanako new favourite host pushing Tamaki pathetically aside but that happened to all the hosts because this girl has this incurable disease called 'the host-hopping disease'?" I summed it all up as I watched with little to no interest Tamaki who was eating very unhealthy instant ramen. 

"That's pretty much it." Kyoya confirmed, not bothering to look at anyone as he still typed on his mysterious laptop. 

"Heh...Tamaki, you do realize that instant ramen is rumoured to be made of dried and aged pieces of meat collected from the sidewalks?" I said in a monotone voice.

I snickered when Tamaki suddenly spit out and spilled all the ramen, miraculously not getting any stains on him while the windows and floors and probably the curtains that will be stained for life. 

"Oh wait, I just made that up." I said in the same monotone voice as Kyoya suddenly showed up out of nowhere. "Those curtains are expensive. That will be another 500 000 yen to your debt Haruhi." 

Haruhi let out a lifeless scream and crumbled to the floor while I stood by the side with my arms behind my head and was whistling. 

*Arrow points at Akito: Doesn't care one sh*t about it even though its his fault*

*Arrow points at Haruhi: Feels like she's at the doorway to hell.*

"Is it just me, or does it feel like he's doing it on purpose?" Karou asked to no one in particular.

Hikaru shrugged. "Hey, more entertainment for us I guess."

"Somehow, I feel sorry for Haru-chan..." Honey said innocently while hanging off Mori like a koala baby. Mori nodded.

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Moving on~

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"I'm at the limits of my patience, Haruhi! Start dressing as a girl!" Tamaki declared while pointing a dramatic finger at Haruhi. 

"Why do you have to be so woefully popular with the girls, WHEN YOU, YOURSELF, ARE A GIRL?!"

I was leaning against the large delicate windows next to Tamaki watching in amusement as he shook his head frantically obviously trying to make it all seem sense.

I held my chin as if thinking thoughtfully. "To put it bluntly, the only ones who know you're a girl are in this club." I said as Hikaru and Kaoru slid behind Tamaki to confirm my statement.

"She opted it out of taking any gym classes." Hikaru said with bored eyes.

"Attendance numbers are mixed between boys and girls, so no one can tell." Kaoru said with the exact same pose and bored look.

'All in all, the only real thing we'll probably have to worry about are the Physical exams.' I distantly thought, 'Hm....not really my problem. Kyoya probably would handle it while I mentally laugh at the rest pitiful attempts to hide Haruhi's gender.' I summed. Besides, around that time I would be quite busy with the company. 

The 'great king' of the host club started rummaging in his 'King's private box' which I already looked into before.

"Daddy...Daddy...DADDY WANTS YOU TO GO BACK TO BEFORE!" Pulling out a larger version of Haruhi's middle school picture. "Please don't go blowing up my photo's without asking me first!" Haruhi raged.

"The more I look at it, the more I'm amazed." Hikaru observed the photo. 

"How is it that this can become that?"

"That's what I asked when I found out." I said, staring at the photo as if it had the answer to all the mysteries in the universe.

"The day before the entrance ceremony, some kind in my neighbourhood stuck some gum in my hair. It was such a pain to get it off that I cut it off. I didn't really care if i looked like a dude."

"GIRLS SHOULD NOT USE SUCH IMPOLITE WORDS LIKE 'DUDE'!" Tamaki cried. "Mommy! Haruhi is using dirty words!" Taking out a hankie, Tamaki melted on the floor crying as the rest of us stared as if it was normal every day life.

"Who's 'Mommy' "? Hikaru asked. "Probably Kyoya." I answered. "Basing it from club positions, I guessing Akito's correct." Kyoya said, not really caring.

I sighed, making sure it came out dramatically. "Seriously Haruhi, you cut hair that grew to that length which takes years, and then cut it all off instead of dipping it in warm water and trying to wash it off? It'll probably take about 40 minutes, a hour at most.." Even I don't have the guts to cut my hair off, that proves that I have some femininity while Haruhi has 0%. 

For now.

'Still, this is quite sad.' I thought.

"What about you? What's your story?" Kaoru asked in my direction.

"Yeah, why hide your looks? We could have had so much fun teasing Mr.King here about how your looks way pass his." Hikaru continued. 

The said 'Mr. King' jumped up abruptly and looked at the twins with shark teeth, about to give them a piece of his mind, AKA a annoying ranting no one actually pays attention to...

But then the twins pointed at my direction where I was staring at Haruhi with slight pity for Ranka.

This is what Tamaki's 'creative' imagination made him saw.

The twins, probably knowing this, said with bored pokerface looks. "In terms of looks, Milord completely loses." The twins said together while looking at each other as if talking by themselves.

Result: Tamaki in his small dark little corner growing mushrooms that shouldn't exist.

Haruhi looked away in a slightly pompous way before saying. "Well after all, I can't pay back more of my debt before I graduate, by being a designated host, than I can as an errand boy."

"By the way, do you have any experience in social dancing? Its essential for the party." Hikaru stated.

Haruhi visibly sweated.  

"In other words. N-O." I summed up with a smirk.

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Sorry, I had to cut this chapter short. I was going to continue, but then I was interrupted by my annoying brother about how it isn't fair for me to use the computer while he can't.

Annoying brothers suck.

I'll make sure that the next chapter is bigger. Sorry again. Actually blame my brother.

Anyway, until next time.