Kyoya Ootori
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Post by Kyoya Ootori on Nov 21, 2015 4:40:29 GMT
Kyoya groaned internally as he looked at his watch. He was going to be late. Normally, he preferred to arrive at the music room early so that he could do his usual pre-opening checks. Unfortunately, that girl had stopped him in the hallway outside of class and kept him talking for several minutes longer than was good for his sanity. Hopefully, she would end up coming to the Host Club or bidding in one of their online auctions. He was fairly certain, at least, that he had talked her up rather well to the idea.
His strides were long and swift as he moved as fast as was prudent through the corridors that would take him to the Music Room. Tamaki had managed to slip by the ignorant girl unscathed, which meant that the blond had been in the Host Club's room by himself for... Kyoya looked at his watch and grimaced. Tamaki had been there by himself for a whole ten minutes. Dammit. There was no telling what that fool had gotten himself into during that time... or what messes he had managed to create that Kyoya would end up having to clean.
Or... he supposed he could get Haruhi to clean them. Oh, the benefits of having a Host Club dog!
In front of the Music Room doors he paused, bracing himself for what he was about to find. For all that was good and sane in the world, he hoped there were only multi-colored streamers or confetti... If there was glitter, he might have to kill someone. Taking a deep breath, then releasing it slowly, the Ootori grasped the door handle firmly and slowly pushed the door open... |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2015 5:24:31 GMT
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Today was supposed to be another traditional day in the Host Club. The gentlemen would be entertaining their lovely guest in the dressings of commoner servants…what were they called again? Ah! Waiters! They would be having a cosplay café for the sake of the lovely ladies who attended Ouran Academy. It was perfect! Flawless! Tamaki knew this by heart, but something was missing. It felt like they had done this idea once before. So as the blonde stood alone in the club room for just a few moments a light bulb went off in his head. It was genius!
His violet orbs lit up with excitement as he rushed around the room fixing the arrangements. The once plain napkins now held designs of cats. Everything he could find the Club President placed a cat something. Every surface, except for Honey’s table which he turned into a rabbit design for obvious reasons. He observed the server uniforms that the vice president had agreed would be the most appropriate. No this would not do now. He dug around in the room until he found the proper materials necessary.
With the use of head bands and construction paper the prince made seven individual animal themed hair accessories for the club member. Yes this would make it perfect! A cosplay café theme!! It was simply amazing what a brilliant mind could do in a short ten minute’s time!
Though as the door opened slowly the blonde turned with his ears on his head and a bright smile on his face. ”Kyoya! Isn’t it just perfect!?!” He was so excited and proud of his accomplishments that he beamed with joy.
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Kyoya Ootori
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Post by Kyoya Ootori on Nov 21, 2015 5:50:49 GMT
There were... cats... everywhere. A chilling, invisible hand gripped Kyoya at his very core, and it was almost enough to send shivers up his spine. He denied himself the indulgence, however, and merely adjusted his glasses as he walked the rest of the way into the room.
There were a few ways this could go. Option A: He could demand Tamaki place everything back to the way it was, resulting in the Host Club King retreating to his corner of woe and causing nothing but trouble. Option B: He could strangle Tamaki right then and there. And then... and then there was Option C.
A light smirk tugged at the corner of Kyoya's lips, his expression the utmost in sardonic, as he made his way through the tables toward the racks where their costumes were kept. "Are we planning on entertaining the Black Magic Club today?" Running a trained and artful hand lightly along the clothes, he picked out the one that was meant for him. A cat ear headband? Really, Tamaki? Damned Frenchman. He cleared his throat, and the bad taste in his mouth, then continued.
"I'm sure Nekozawa-senpai would be most appreciative of the invitation." Looking over his shoulder, Kyoya glanced at Tamaki out of the corner of his eye to see how his friend would react. "Shall I send for him, then?" |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 6:39:34 GMT
[attr="class","placekeep"] [attr="class","holder"] [attr="class","tagline"]tag [attr="class","tagline2"]lorem ipsum french fries [attr="class","inoo"] [attr="class","tri"] [attr="class","cross"]It's like an avalanche, I feel myself go under, Cause the weight of it's like hands around my neck. [attr="class","textbox"] [attr="class","textry"] [attr="class","thestuff"]Tamaki stared at his partner in crime with his imaginary dog tail wagging rapidly. He was so certain that his friend would be pleased with the idea and the decorations. Though with the question of entertaining the black magic club came to mind the blonde male’s mindset changed to pure confusion. What was Kyoya talking about? Today was supposed to be a typical club meeting right? ”What could you possibly mean?”
Then the name he dreaded came up. Fear trickled through Tamaki’s body like a shot from his medical doctor. He looked at Kyoya with wide violet orbs. ”There is n-no need for that please! I’m certain he doesn’t want to be disturbed..” He shook with a bit of fear as he wrapped his arms around the vice president with a river of tears pouring from his eye sockets.
Kyoya could be so cruel….
Tamaki went to remove the cat ears he created from the costume rack, but something caught his attention. He froze as he looked over the outfit designed for Haruhi, the cute maid’s uniform was ideal for her. He pictured his cute daughter in the outfit and with the ears on that he held in his hand. No, he knew that his imagination couldn’t possibly do his little girl justice! He had to see it in person! For Kyoya to destroy his idea and tease him with the possibility of being tormented by Nekozawa-senpai? There was only one possible answer…
”RETURN MY FRIEND TO ME YOU DAMN DEMON!! WHEN DID YOU CURSE HIM AND TAKE OVER HIS BODY!?!” Quickly the blonde grabbed the first two objects he could and made a cross shape with them. The objects of choice were in fact a fork and spoon from one of the nearby table settings. He stood there with determination in his eyes, but shaking in his boots. He had to be the hero and save Kyoya! For the sake of his friend! For the sake of the Host Club! FOR THE SAKE OF SEEING HARUHI IN THE CUTE CAT OUTFIT!!!
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Post by Kyoya Ootori on Nov 22, 2015 7:08:16 GMT
"Isn't the cat the known symbol of the Nekozawa family?" Kyoya managed to keep his voice level, despite Tamaki's rather amusing, and silent, protests. "I assumed you decorated the club room to suit his particular... tastes."
As the overzealous blond wrapped his arms around him in a desperate hug, the be-speckled vice president couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in alarm as he did his best to keep away from the inevitable tears streaming from his friend's face. He sighed and adjusted his glasses, waiting for the embrace to be over.
The illustrious club president moved to turn his attentions on the costume rack, and Kyoya took the break to smooth his uniform jacket with a sigh. Really, that idiot was such a nuisance at times. And yet... well, he couldn't help but feel some amusement at the Frenchman's antics... just a little bit...
That amusement ended as the shenanigans suddenly turned. Chin turned down, he allowed his glasses to slip ever-so-slightly down his nose so that his steel gray eyes could have their full effect on the idiot Host Club King. "What. On Earth. Do you think. You are doing?" Each portion of his statement was punctuated with another step closer to Tamaki. Once he was within reach, he grabbed the cutlery from the blond's hands with one deft movement. Silverware reclaimed, he examined them and neatly cleaned them with a cloth napkin, pulled seemingly out of nowhere, before replacing them lightly on the table.
"Well, then... If you are quite done, let's see those outfits you are so proud of." Kyoya knew the others had to have had... "improvements"... and that Tamaki was, no doubt, proud of his lackluster alterations. When it came to Suoh heir, the third Ootori liked to consider himself some sort of expert... as expert as a person could be on the subject of an incoherent mind, anyway. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2015 20:37:58 GMT
[attr="class","placekeep"] [attr="class","holder"] [attr="class","tagline"]tag [attr="class","inoo"] [attr="class","tri"] [attr="class","cross"]It's like an avalanche, I feel myself go under, Cause the weight of it's like hands around my neck. [attr="class","textbox"] [attr="class","textry"] [attr="class","thestuff"]It was so much worse than he imagined! The demon had such a strong grip on his soul that the cross had no effect!! The look of a heart broken puppy crossed Tamaki’s features as Kyoya took away the tableware and demanded that he show the outfits to him. How could he possibly do that? They didn’t have a model! Though he couldn’t deny that he felt the need to retreat to his corner of doom and gloom. The steely glare that the Shadow King rained down upon the blonde felt like the power of a thousand nuclear missiles were aimed at his head. So that is what he did.
Tamaki sat curled up in his traditional fashion with his knees pulled to his chest and tear pouring down from his blue-violet orbs. A quiet whimper leaving his throat as he continued to sit there and sulk away. Though he would occasionally cast a look at his clearly irritated best-friend. Though when the doors opened to reveal a very familiar brunette the boy was quick to revert back to his old self. ”Haruhi!!!” The excited cry came from his mouth as he pounced upon the unprepared first year and clung on to her tightly.
”Do you like what Daddy has done to the club room!? Today we are going to be cats!” He was so excited and full of pride as he displayed his ingenuity to the girl, though he could feel the gaze of the Vice-president burning a hole into his back as he continued to yammer on about his idea. ”Is it not brilliant! Our guests will love it! A neko themed café!! Oh but we haven’t tried the outfits yet! Haruhi be a dear and act as Daddy’s model please!”
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Post by Haruhi Fujioka on Nov 23, 2015 21:15:29 GMT
Haruhi opened the host club’s door her brown orbs widened at the room, it was covered in cats. She felt a sweatdrop form at the base of her hairline. Before she could breathe or stp any further she saw Tamaki nearly fly at her as he hugged her tightly. “Haruhi” Do you like what Daddy has done to the club room!? Today we are going to be cats. Haruhi looked around the room once again, sh saw a pained look on Kyoya's face. The brunette let a small sigh “Its interesting ill give you that Senpai” Before she could get another word Tamaki kept preaching. ”Is it not brilliant! Our guests will love it! A neko themed café!! Oh but we haven’t tried the outfits yet! Haruhi be a dear and act as Daddy’s model please!” Haruhi felt like crawling into a cave she wasn't crazy about the outfits, maybe if she casually said no she would escape the cat shenanigans. “Uh senpai not to put a damper on your mood but are the cat ears really necessary, and modeling?” She knew somehow she wouldn’t have a choice in the matter. @tamaki Kyoya Ootori |
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Post by Kyoya Ootori on Dec 1, 2015 4:11:45 GMT
Just as he was considering doing something rather devastating to that pretty little blond head, Haruhi entered the room. At once Kyoya tensed, and then felt himself relax. Good. A buffer zone. A rather willing and complying buffer zone who was currently in his debt. Well, his luck just turned around.
Tamaki's idea wasn't any more appealing to Kyoya personally, but as he thought it over, he was beginning to realize it might not be an entire disaster. It would certainly appeal to Hani's customers a bit more than the others, but perhaps even the Twins' customers would be into it. So long as Tamaki was around, his customers would certainly be happy... And, despite being an overwhelming idiot, the blond did have a way with the ladies. He could turn it into his favor somehow.
Of course, first he'd have to make sure the costumes were mildly decent.
"Haruhi," Kyoya began in that almost sing-song lilt that he used purely when addressing her to bend to the Host Club's will. "If you try it on, I'll remove ten thousand yen from your debt..." It was a sacrifice on her part, after all. Besides, he'd probably be adding that much back to her debt at the end of the day, what with all of those--and Kyoya gave an inward shudder--tails that Tamaki had added to the costumes. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2015 5:43:09 GMT
[attr="class","placekeep"] [attr="class","holder"] [attr="class","tagline"]tag [attr="class","inoo"] [attr="class","tri"] [attr="class","cross"]It's like an avalanche, I feel myself go under, Cause the weight of it's like hands around my neck. [attr="class","textbox"] [attr="class","textry"] [attr="class","thestuff"]His clouds of joyful bliss and pure happiness were quickly extinguished as soon as the brunette female opened her mouth. Though Haruhi certainly meant no harm when it came to rejecting the King’s request…it didn’t change the heartbreak that rammed into Tamaki’s chest. Within a matter of moments the second year found sanctuary in his typical location of choice for sulking. He curled up in his corner with a cloud of gloom floating above his blonde strands.
Tamaki was sad little puppy. Soft whimpers even managed to leave his throat. He would occasionally look over at the pair of Host Club members. His violet orbs were watery and he was simply a pathetic little sulking mess. Though the moment Kyoya worked to persuade Haruhi as well his entire world lit up. He would get to see his precious daughter in the uniform!? Tamaki pounced on the vice president at that moment. ”Bravo Kyoya! You’re amazing you evil low blood pressure god! Mon ami! Mon ami! Yahoo!!”
The moment of excitement was short lived as he grabbed the club’s female member and her maid’s uniform. He quickly began dragging Haruhi to the dressing room before she even got the chance to accept the terms. Perhaps he was getting ahead of himself? He wasn’t really certain, but then a though struck him as he looked at the black uniform. Cat’s weren’t enough for this beautiful theme. No they all needed their backstory. Something beautiful. ”Kyoya we need to hire a writer! Right away! Our character’s need the perfect backstory! Our guests will want to know why we have such lives to be no more than lowly cat waiters! This performance must be to perfection!!”
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Post by Haruhi Fujioka on Dec 1, 2015 21:00:37 GMT
"Haruhi, "If you try it on, I'll remove ten thousand yen from your debt..." Haruhi’s eyes opened abit when he had said that she couldn’t resist now anything to help her pay off her debt would be okay for her. She looked over to see that Tamaki wasn’t sulking he was lit up like a Christmas tree, before she could say yes she could feel Tamaki rush her over to the dressing room. She looked at the maid’s uniform she felt a sweat drop forming on her head it wasn’t that short but it was rather girly. She closed the door and put on the uniform she placed the cat ears and tail on. She looked at herself in the mirror “ So this what I look like in a dress” She walked out of the dressing room and felt a slight blush form on her face this was embarrassing. “Well Im dressed Senpai” Her brown orbs almost sparkled from the uniform she had to admit it was comfy but abit short for her taste. She just hoped she wouldn’t have to meow like an actual cat. |
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