Meet and Greet
To be old and wise you must first be young and stupid
"Princess, your eyes are so deep that they pull me in like an endless void, refusing to let me go." The blond whispered as he held the young girl's face, tilting her chin up with his fingers, eyes locked into his purple orbs, his voice dripping with heat and sending shivers up her spine. "I refuse to ever let you go my princess."
"Oh Tamaki-kun." She replied back her eyes glazed over with desire. He lifted her hand a planted a soft kiss to her knuckles.
"Yes, my dear?" Tamaki asked wide amethyst eyes peering up at her "I didn't seem to hear you over your beauty."
As most days, Tamaki was donned in a sky blue blazer with black dress pants, the Ouran High School uniform, his blond hair soft and lush, with a little shine as the light hit it in the right angle.
"Tamaki-kun, do you really mean that?" she sighed, cheeks flushed and eyes full of adoration.
The girl on the other hand, was plain, with short brown hair and brown eyes. She wore the typical uniform for the girls, a large yellow dress with a small red bow.
"Of course," Tamaki continued. "You, my dear, are my one and only goddess and no one can measure up to your-"
"Tamaki really is a playboy." A humorless voice drawled out, causing Tamaki to freeze. Body becoming stiff as a board, his eyes widened and mouth open, caught off-balanced for a minute, then as quick as the emotion of shock came, it was replaced with annoyance. Tamaki turned around fast bearing his teeth and eyes narrowed in anger. "NO I'M NOT!" he screeched glaring at the speaker.
Sprawled lazily on one of the pink couches, sipping a cup of tea was Harry.
His long legs stretched up on a large footrest, clad in his additional green ski goggles and scarf, with his black hat-which contrasted horribly with his school uniform.
Harry put the tea cup down on the table beside him, reaching over for some sugar cubes from a plate. Instead of adding it to his tea, he brought his scarf down a bit popped them directly into his mouth, letting the taste of pure sugar melt and pour down his throat. For some reason Harry found he had an addiction towards sugar- not cakes or pastries, just plain sugar.
His obsession began in his fourth year, when he started to put extra sugar in his tea. It really wasn't noticeable until his fifth year, when everyone noticed that he put sugar in his pumpkin juice and carried packets of sugar in his robes. His friends waved off the new habit, presuming that it was stress caused by the Ministry and Voldemort. They were all more worried about his new smoking tendency he had picked up.
Over the years his small habit of eating more sugar turned into a full on addiction, with him eating packets of sugar daily and putting some to almost everything he ate. Ron had finally managed to convince him to go to a magical doctor to see if something was wrong. The doctor had assured him that even though it wasn't normal, wizards of high magical power craved sugar. Since it gave the most fuel for the magic in the body, he should eat as much sugar as he could as his magic would simply use up all of it in a very short time. Like Dumbledore, Harry ended up carrying sugary candy everywhere he went.
"Well it's hard to tell Tamaki, I've sat here and watched you say that line to every girl you see." He snickered lifting his scarf to cover his face again, "Frankly it's getting pretty old."
"Poor, poor misguided Harry," Tamaki tusked running a hand through his hair, turning back to forgotten girl. "You might not understand, but one with such beauty as me has to say these words to every girl because they deserve to know how beautiful they are in my eyes."
"Oh? I thought that you were trying to get into her underpants." He deadpanned.
The girl gave a gasp; burying her face in her hands she quickly got up. "Wait princess!" Tamaki stood from his seat called out to her, as the rest of the room watched as she ran out.
Everyone was silent for a few moments as Tamaki stood in shock, his brain having yet processed the events that occurred seconds ago.
"Well Tamaki, it seems like causing girls to run out crying is something that happens often at your club." Harry's voice clicked from behind him.
It seemed that was what Tamaki needed to kick start his mind, the blond's eyebrows twitched, then he exploded.
"KYOYA!" he screeched, face morphed into one of anger, jabbing a quivering finger at Harry. "WHY IS HE HERE?!"
The dark haired male didn't as much as blink as he looked up from his laptop. A smile blooming on his face, he replied in an amused and condescending tone, "Tamaki don't be rude, he's a guest."
"But why?!" Tamaki whined.
"Well when I heard the girls in our class talking about your club I had to try some of your tea." Harry answered, waving off the blond's anger with ease.
The answer caught Tamaki off guard; he blinked in surprise, a smile stretched across his face. Everyone knew that with him as king, he chose the drinks for the club. "Really?" he crooned like a peacock "How is it? Amazing, spec-"
"Bland." And with that word Tamaki was reduced into a whimpering mess of complete depression.
The twins lifted a hand up to muffle their snickers, "Poor Tamaki he's being verbally abused by Harry-senpai again."
"Harry-chan! Harry-chan!" Honey called, handing Harry a cup of dark black tea. "Try this tea!"
"Thank you Honey," adjusting his scarf, Harry took a sip of the offered tea.
"My tea is perfectly fine! Thank you very much!" Tamaki huffed.
"I have to take Tamaki's side on this," Kyoya interrupt, amusement dripped from his very being. "The tea was raspberry with honey, very popular with the ladies."
"No wonder it was so fruity," Harry shivered "Why on earth would you make tea fruity but not sweet." He grabbed a hand full of sugar cubes mixing them into the red color tea.
"Now this tea is good," Taking another sip, Harry hummed in appreciation. "Earl Gray- with lots of sugar."
"You like sweet things right Harry-chan?" Honey chirped, somehow managing to make a piece of cake and some tea appear in the span of ten seconds.
"Yes I do." As if to prove a point, Harry reached for two more sugar cubes and popped them into his mouth. The other members didn't seem to find his sweet tooth odd, except for Haruhi, but she was the only normal person among them, Harry reasoned.
"What I don't understand is how such a club is actually formed," Harry mused as he sucked on the sugar cubes. "You're all such diverse people but you somehow managed to come together to create a club, despite your overwhelming differences."
They really were such an odd group, after the digging Harry's contact managed to do, he found out more than enough about all of them, from their favourite colour to the amount of money their family makes yearly.
Pointed at Tamaki "Let's see we have a overzealous drama queen-" then to the twins "-a pair of tricksters-" next to Honey "-a cherub-" turning to the tallest of them all "-a friendly giant-" then to Kyoya "-a dark lord-" finally gesturing to Haruhi "-and a cross dresser."
Ignoring Tamaki's outcry at his label, Harry pressed forward.
"What on earth is strong enough to bring you all together," besides war Harry mused. But that was highly unlikely, these teens, excluding Haruhi, probably never even broken a nail, much less fight in a war.
They all seem to freeze for a moment- he could just see their thoughts racing through their heads, trying to find what brought them together. Then the answer seemed to click in place.
"Tamaki," the rest of the host club replied simultaneously.
Said blond had a soft smile on his face, his eyes far away as if seeing a memory, but he snapped back into focus as he realized everyone was focused was on him.
"It's true; Tama-chan is the one that brought us all together." Honey said with a large smile, hugging Mori's leg with one hand and his bunny in another.
"Ya, Tamaki did bring us all together." Kaoru agreed a teasing smile, as he and Hikaru both wrapped an arm around the blonde's neck, pulling his face down to level theirs'
"Guys..." Tamaki said, small tears gathering in his eyes
"So it seems you're not completely hopeless after all," Harry said laughing a bit, as Tamaki was attacked by the twins.
"Now back to business," Grabbing Haruhi's arm, he pulled her down to take the seat beside him.
"Tell me Haruhi, what do you think of this tea?" handing her the cup with the tea Tamaki picked, eager for her response.
"It's ok," she said after taking a sip, ignoring the commotion from the other hosts as the twins were chased by Tamaki. "But if you don't mind me asking Harry-senpai , why are you here?" Haruhi questioned innocently with a tilt of her head.
"What? I can't visit my favourite younger classmates?" Harry questioned lacing his long fingers together, grinning under his scarf.
"We barely know each other though," she continued when all she received was a light hum from her companion. "I mean you just met the host club yesterday, and it seemed like we didn't make much of an impression on you."
Looking towards the other hosts see continued her assessment of the bizarre situation.
"It could be that you find it fun to tease Tamaki-senpai, but is that really a good reason to come here? He is in your class after all." She gazed up at him questioning.
A laugh broke through his throat in surprise. He wasn't expecting such an insightful and intelligent response from her at all. But he should have expected nothing less; she did get in based on intelligence.
"You're one special girl Haruhi." he managed to choke out through his laughter, wrapping an arm around the girls' shoulders in a light hug.
"You stay away from daddy's little girl!" Tamaki screeched standing in front of the pair, finger pointing accusingly at Harry.
Not at all bothered by the death glare Tamaki was currently directing at him, he pulled Haruhi closer into the hug, squeezing her against his chest.
"You should stay away, pervert king," Harry deadpanned making Tamaki depressed all over again.
He quickly turned to Kyoya. "Everyone's being mean to me mommy!"
"Maybe you should go and get some new tea to try out, then," he replied not even looking up from his laptop. "If Harry so strongly disagrees with our tea, simply find another one he might enjoy."
"Ya boss, instead of mopping around." Kaoru added, poking
"Fine," Tamaki agreed, hands on his hips as he lead them forwards. "We shall go and find the most delicious tea that not even Harry can reject!"
"Let's go Haruhi!" The twins added joyfully, as they grabbed the poor girl and dragged her off.
"We'll come along as well!" Honey cried, sitting on top of Mori's shoulders, as they left Harry and Kyoya in the empty music room.
"Oh?" Harry drawled out in a lazy tone, his body stretched relaxingly across the soft couch. "So this was your devious little plan to get me alone."
"I haven't the faintest clue of what you're talking about," Kyoya replied neutrally, but the satisfied look on his face gave him away.
Harry let a loud sigh to escape; he had a feeling that he wasn't going to like where this was going.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. I am so sorry for the wait and the fact that this chapter didn't even have anything interesting in it. My only excuse is that I had my hardest subjects and the fact that I like to avoid any and all work. School is over (yay), I have almost failed math, I've learned to surf and I'm volunteering. All in all I hope to be able to update a chapter to all of my fics and then some. So keep your fingers crossed and hopefully a new chapter will come sooner than later. Oh and Nekozawa has won the poll~
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