Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club or any of the characters

Khaos-chan: Haha, no, it hasn't been six months since I updated. What are you talking about?

Hikaru: You left it off at a cliffhanger too.

Haruhi: What a horrible person.

Khaos-chan: ...Thanks. Anyway, if the characters seem OOC in this chapter, its because I haven't seen or read anything Ouran related in a veerrryyy long time. So, sorry in advance.

Chapter Nine: And The Hosting...

When the wooden doors finished swinging open, every head in the room turned and looked at them in complete unison.

"IT'S THE TRAITORS!!" A group of fangirls screamed.

Haruhi winced as Hikaru groaned. They had had enough of this.

"HARUHI!" Tamaki shouted, before whisking them away from the fangirls' clutches.

"Back! Back I say! Don't come near my daughter! Oh, you can kill Hikaru if you wish." Tamaki protectively hugged Haruhi as Hikaru glared at him due to the last remark.

Suddenly, they heard a voice from across the room.

"Ohh. Seeing my brother with Haruhi breaks my heart so." Kaoru put a hand to his forehead and closed his eyes.

"Kaoru-sama!" The fangirls squealed, one was even crying into a handkerchief.

Kyoya looked up from his black laptop to observe the scene.

"Hmmm..." Kyoya 'hmed' as he adjusted his glasses.

"Kaoru, may I speak with you for a moment?" Kyoya asked, fake plesentness plastered on his face.

"Of course, dear Kyoya-sempai! Run along, girls." Kaoru flashed a smile at them as they raced over to harass Haruhi and Hikaru.

"Not that I really care, but why are you doing this?" Kyoya asked, tapping on his laptop keyboard.

Kaoru grinned. "My dear Senpai. I have a simple answer to that."

Kyoya raised an eyebrow. "And that is...?"

"To get those idiots together." Kaoru's grin grew wider.

"I see. So...by having them ravaged by fangirls...is..bringing them together. Correct?" Kyoya asked, looking back down at his laptop.

"Yes and no. You see, I purposely gave Haruhi that deformed bottle and planned it out so Hikaru would get stuck to her." Kaoru played with a yo-yo as he explained to Kyoya.

"That's interesting. The cure?" Kyoya glanced over at him.

"Ohhhh. That." Kaoru leaned over and whispered into Kyoya's ear. The more he said, the more an evil smile appeared on Kyoya's face.

"Is that so? Excellent." Kyoya looked rather evil, being the Shadow King and all.

"This will be great for marketing. When do you plan for them to be cured?" He asked, forming plans in his head.

"My estimation is two to five days, depending on how slow these two are. Both of them are going to have to realize their feelings before the cure can be accessed." Kaoru accidentally hit a passing girl on the head with his yo-yo.

"This will work out quite well. We will have to set up cameras, you know? So we have proof of the cure." Kyoya looked really rather smug as he searched through his phone's contacts list to order the things he would need for his devilish plan.

"Of course, of course. I'm pleased I have your cooperation. Things could get difficult." Kaoru wound the string around the yo-yo.

"One question. Why have them hate you?" Kyoya asked, as the number he dialed began to ring.

"Simple. They would get suspicious of my actions otherwise. A cover-up if you will. So, Shadow King, I will work directly and you will be there behind-the-scenes like usual?" Kaoru finally looked up from his yo-yo and over at Kyoya.

Kyoya smiled. "Of course."

"That was horrific." Hikaru muttered as they climbed into the car.

Haruhi groaned and rubbed her head. "I need an aspirin."

Kaoru said nothing, but he was smirking.

Hikaru seemed to notice something.

"Kaoru? This isn't the way to our house." Hikaru exclaimed, peering out the window.

"Oh. We currently have some...renovations going on in the house." Kaoru said with a suspicious smirk on his face.

"Renovations?" Hikaru asked, puzzled, "I hadn't heard of this."

Haruhi give Kaoru a suspicious look. Somethings not right here.

"So where are we going?" Hikaru asked.

"A theme park!" Kaoru proclaimed happily.

Hikaru and Haruhi sweat dropped.

The car was silent for most of the ride to the theme park, with the exception of the millions of text messages Kaoru was sending out.

"Kaoru, what are you doing?" Haruhi asked nervously, suddenly very suspicious.

"Spreading word even further of Hikaru's abandonment." Kaoru answered simply.

"KAORU!" Haruhi and Hikaru screeched at him, causing the driver to almost run into a another car.

There were a lot of shouts and screams coming from the car, causing the passerby to stare at them, wondering if they should call the police.

"Fine. I'll stop." Kaoru snapped his phone shut, many suspicious bumps and too-be bruises on his head.

Hikaru and Haruhi left out a sigh of relief.

"For now."

They both turned and glared at him when the car came to a sudden stop.

"We have arrived, young sirs." The driver said, opening the door.

"Ah! Thank you, Jeeves." Kaoru chirped happily while Hikaru and Haruhi sweat dropped.

"...My name is Fred, young master."