"Listen up, Kyoya, for all the Ladies in the world, we need to open this Host Club!" the juvenile, slightly high pitched voice of a blond child resolutely cried. The blond boy, more than half a meter shorter than the raven head, stood atop of a table, probably to compensate the height difference, as he kept his pointer finger oriented in the dirty-blue eyed male's way.

Kyoya's brows twitched. Although he knew after meeting both Mitsukuni and Takashi that the time of death as well as their age in their former life, didn't dictate how old they were now, he hadn't expected Tamaki to turn into a midget. How to put it, while teen Tamaki could be annoying, he had this inkling that child Tamaki would be even more of a handful. He felt immense respect for Haruhi, who supposedly dealt with him daily even in this life.

"It is our duty, as Hosts, to give every Lady in the world the means to smile and face the day with their chin held high!" he passionately recited, flowers blooming around his childish figure as he swooned atop the table with the breeze that came out of nowhere. None of the people around the table showed a surprised face, long used to the man— child's antics.

Haruhi deadpanned, she tiredly rubbed the bridge of her nose in silent complaining. She wouldn't say that she disliked the idea of hosting once again, but she didn't get how Tamaki would always go into some lyric speeches whenever the matter got mentioned. In all their years as a married couple, he didn't lose the habit, although it got somewhat tamer, she didn't think he would fall so deep the moment two-third of the Host Club got back together.

"Each Lady is a flower waiting to be groomed into the most fragrant and beautiful of roses! A gem waiting to be polished into a diamond!" he claimed, holding his fist high and pulling— a rose? A rose that he brought to his nose to 'handsomely' inhale its fragrance. Petals fluttered around him, and the four swore they hear some shalala in the background.

Takashi listened, his face was stoic and unreadable. His icy-blue eyes focused on the small blond, that waltzed around the table as if it was the catwalk, he felt somewhat nostalgic. He wondered if Tamaki was always this small and if he would grow taller one day. Then his mind drifted to the absent twins. If those two were older than Tamaki, the blond would never see the end of it. He nodded to himself, either way, this was what the Host Club should be like. 

Warm, rowdy, and comfortable.

"Do not forget my friend, what makes us the Host Club!" Tamaki proclaimed before posing and lifting up a finger. "One! Good looks that attract the public eyes!" he chanted. He spun on himself, getting into another ridiculous pause and lifting two fingers. "Two! More wealth than you can imagine!" the spotlight that appeared at some point lit up, bringing all focus on his small figure. He lifted up a third finger and stroke one last pose. "Three! Chivalry that will never be able to overlook the hideous wickedness of this world!" he said it all in one breath, and they swore he was left slightly breathless. "That's what makes up the Ouran Host Club!"

Mitsukuni jumped, happily clapping his hand as he cheered for the blond, further encouraging his shenanigans. Since Mitsukuni applauded, Takashi soon followed, though he wasn't as enthusiastic as it seemed more perfunctory, it didn't deter the blond that began to sinisterly laugh. Hands on his hips and nose pointed out toward the ceiling.

Kyoya snorted, bringing Tamaki's attention to himself. "I reckon that number two doesn't apply to you anymore, Tamaki," he uttered, an amiable smile on his lips as he ignored the sound of Tamaki's glass-heart shattering under his words. The blond fell to his knees as if only realizing the situation now.

There was a beat of silence, with Haruhi heaving a sigh and sending Kyoya a dirty look. She feared that Tamaki would go back in one of his corners to grow mushrooms. But, to her pleasant surprise, the boy quickly regained his hyper mood. "What are you talking about Kyoya? Your money is my money, the Host Club is family!" he shamelessly stated, a proud grin on his lips as if to tell Kyoya 'you didn't think of that uh?'

Kyoya sighed, he rubbed his sinuses as if fed up with the blond, yet he didn't refute his words. Merely accepting them with an eye roll and a snarky remark that the blond either didn't grasp or ignored. 

"Tell me everything, Honey-senpai! I shall aid you at best of my ability to make this Host Club see the light of day!" Tamaki loudly stated as he kneeled (note that he is still atop the table) to grab the taller blond's hand in a tight grip. "Together, we shall make the Ouran Host Club rise from its ashes!" he fervently proclaimed, his bluish-green eyes gleaming with unhidden conviction and motivation.

Haruhi heaved a sigh, she felt slightly defeated by the boy, yet she couldn't help the pampering smile that bloomed on her lips. She picked him up from the table and sat him on a chair next to her. "Either way, I suppose I'm free enough to help out, so long as I ask for days off it should be okay," she mused with a nod.

Tamaki beamed at her. "I knew you would understand, Haruhi!"

Kyoya raised an eyebrow. "You don't call her 'My Love' anymore," he questioned with an amused smile on his lips. His smile deepened when both the boy and girl flushed in embarrassment.

"T-that is, Haruhi is still young!" Tamaki defended in a stutter, seemingly forgetting how much younger he was at the moment.

Haruhi cleared her throat, feeling more embarrassed by Tamaki's words than Kyoya's reminder. "Either way, we're still missing Hikaru and Kaoru. The Host Club isn't really the Host Club without them," she pointed out, the light blush that dusted her cheeks receding as she spoke. "I don't think any of you met them yet?" she asked, slightly hopeful as she swept her gaze over the three males.

Mitsukuni shook his head. "Nuhu, I only met Takashi by chance, and Kyo-chan after he met Takashi," he told them with a slight tilt of his head. A finger to his cheek in thoughts, and Reiko in his arms.

Takashi merely shook his head in denial. "I don't think they would join the army either," he provided, hinting at the fact that there was no reason for them to meet this life around.

Kyoya hummed in approval. "I haven't seen them either and—" his voice paused as his eyes narrowed indescribably, a strange air surrounding him. "I admit I'm glad I didn't," he confessed as he readjusted the rim of his glasses with his wrist. He wasn't lying, he was truly grateful for never encountering the Host Club before.

"Now Kyoya! How can you be so unfeeling!" Tamaki sermoned at his best friend's answer. He felt indignant that the raven head could be so detached regarding the two's whereabouts. "Although both Hikaru and Kaoru are eternal brats, it isn't a reason to speak like that!" he continued to admonish. Ironic as he was a brat himself.

Kyoya smiled. "You are right, Tamaki, I should have been more careful," he conceded with a slight smile. It wasn't like he could come out and tell them he was an assassin. Although Takashi knew because of his link to the mission, and Mitsukuni was more or less aware, he didn't want to involve Haruhi and Tamaki until they both came out to him and asked.

Takashi didn't utter a word, but he could understand Kyoya's feelings. If he was a hitman, he wouldn't want to know Hikaru and Kaoru too. After all, in this field of work, people either knew you because you were the same, or because you were a target. Knowing that the twins were neither settled his heart and put his mind at ease. He didn't think Tamaki and Haruhi, no matter how smart and wise they were, would think of this possibility. They knew the dark side of the business world, but not the ink-black darkness that hid even deeper.

Haruhi broke the tension by clapping her hands. "Alright, enough chit chat. If we want to bring the Host Club back, we need to get to work—"

"Which reminds me, Haruhi," Kyoya cut. "Are you still in dire need for money this life around?" he asked, slightly curious. He felt it would be a bit unfair if the girl needed to face this kind of life again after she got a second try.

Haruhi slightly widened her chestnut-colored eyes at the question. She hurriedly waved her hands, her cheeks dusting themselves in light pink as she shook her head in denial. "No, no. I'm doing quite alright, I don't need so many part-time jobs in fact," she explained. "Simply," she scratched her cheek in mild embarrassment, voice tinted with some shyness. "I feel uncomfortable when I've got nothing to do, Senpai."

Kyoya nodded in understanding. "I supposed it's very you, Haruhi," he admitted with a genuine smile on his lips.

"Stay back, Kyoya!" Tamaki interrupted as he erupted in front of Haruhi, arms wide open as if to protect her. "Haruhi is mine, my height has nothing to do with my love!" he proclaimed.

Kyoya stared at him with amazement. He almost forgot this 'expect the unexpected' side of Tamaki. He rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, I'm not interested, and neither is she," he told him, his eyes fell on Haruhi's hand and he smiled. "You already proposed anyway, I wouldn't stoop so low as to become the third man in your relationship," he pacified. Anyway, even if he once held feelings for the brunette, they faded long ago. He was a formerly married man please, he wouldn't allow himself to be unloyal to his wife.

"Oh my God, kill me now," Haruhi muttered under her breath, covering her face with her hands.

"Oh-oh! Did Tama-chan propose again?" Mitsukuni excitedly chirped, suddenly leaning over the table to have a look at Haruhi's hands. He soon noticed the pink plastic ring and his face brightened. "Whoah! Tama-chan even gave you a ring!" he happily marveled.

Haruhi could only wryly smile at the blond's enthusiasm. She gave the teen her hand with the ring so that he could get a better look. She knew intimacy and privacy weren't something that prevailed in the Host Club, but she loved them all too much to hold them accountable.

Takashi who sat on the sidelines without uttering a word minutely smiled at the banter between Kyoya and Tamaki. His eyes flicked to Mitsukuni who happily spoke with a glowing Haruhi, and he felt almost complete. His eyes fell on his wristwatch, taking note of the time before he surveyed the dining room.

After meeting Haruhi, and picking Tamaki up, the group went to Mitsukuni's house as it was both the biggest and closest. Takashi lived in a condo in the center part of the capital, while Kyoya didn't have a fixed home because of his job. On the other hand, Haruhi's parents were home and her siblings usually brought friends on the weekend. Lastly, Tamaki's foster father was quite old and they didn't want him to have a heart attack upon seeing the group and hearing them.

Apart from some maidservants, the Kannazuki household was empty. The old Madame and Master of the house were out to see some friends, while Mitsukuni's parents traveled around the world most of the time. They would come back for the school festival, but before that, they wouldn't be home.

"We should prepare," Takashi spoke, snapping the group's attention back to the Host Club project.

Haruhi was the first to gather her nerves, clearing her throat, yet again, she took her hand back from Mitsukuni and gave her attention to the project. Mitsukuni feeling the hand slip out of his hold merely sat back properly before readjusting Reiko's seat on his lap, a wide, excited grin on his face.

Tamaki hurriedly stopped talking to Kyoya and Kyoya simply nodded as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, letting them glint under the artificial lighting before he pulled a notebook with a black leather jacket. Something he carried around ever since regaining his memories. A fountain pen in one hand he opened the notepad to one of the unused pages as he began to write down the basics of his Host Club notes.

"First, we'll need infrastructure," Kyoya began to list, and everybody listened. After all, it was no secret that while Tamaki provided ideas (when Kyoya didn't pull strings) Kyoya was in charge of most of the organization. "Then drinks and snacks, as well as tableware, lastly a theme and clothes to go with it. I think everyone has a clear idea of what type of hosting we are going to do," he asserted, letting his glasses glint under the light.

Takashi nodded. "Tableware."

Kyoya took note.

"I can do snacks! I know tons of good places and my family hired a patissier a few years ago!" Mitsukuni chirped.

Kyoya hummed, his pen scratched the paper. "I suppose I'll take care of the drinks."

Like that, they continued to plan and give out roles to everybody, excitement silently bubbling in their heart as they thought of re-opening the Host Club.

Uhm, sorry for the late update :)