Breakin' and Enterin' [Open]

[attr="class","thestuff"]The club was so lively today. Full of the lovely ladies from super rich families with far too much time on their hands, it was the duty of the handsome boys of the Ouran Host club to entertain them. That was the very reason that The King and his best-friend Ootori Kyoya started the club to begin with. Tamaki walked around the room and quietly observed his members as they worked. The prince had a few moments before his next guest would be arriving, though it seemed that they were much busier than usual today. Perhaps it was the theme?

After all the hosts were dressed in island attire to match the tropical setting that they prepared for today’s festivities. The Frenchman was certainly proud of how his family was handling the stress of back to back to back customers. It was rather cold outside, with the beginning signs of winter showing; so he understood why the lovely ladies would want to stay somewhere warm and be entertained by attractive gentlemen such as himself. As he walked away from Honey and Mori’s table he couldn’t help but notice a lovely blonde entering the room, though she was dressed in a pink uniform, rather than the typical Ouran yellow dress. Though this struck him as odd he knew it wouldn’t be proper for him to not greet her. However her words made him curious, as did the metal bat she carried, but still as a man with a dream of spreading beauty it was his duty to answer to the female’s desires.

”Hello my darling. Welcome to the Ouran Host Club. Tell me my sweet, how may I be of service to you?” He spoke with as much charm as he could muster and produced a princely aura that could never be matched by another human being. The lovliness that beamed from him was only added to by the flowers that danced in his background. Yes this was the King at his best! The princess must be smitten with him after such a fine introduction! With a gentle brush of his bangs he grabbed the girl’s hand and prepared to grace her tender flesh with love’s first kiss. Unprepared for what may come his way and shockingly undeterred by her intimidating aura.

[attr="class","thestuff"]Tamaki didn’t know what hit him. Okay that was a total lie, the blonde knew what hit him, where, how hard, and how much it hurt. A broken cry of pain left the King’s mouth as his lanky form crumpled to his knees and finally to the floor entirely. Tears poured from his eye sockets and snot from his nose as he cried hard like a tiny babe. The Host Club President was now down for the count as he lay there in his misery and suffering. Any dreams of future children seem to have left his psyche, yet the image of Haruhi in a wedding dress lingered. She wouldn’t want children ri-….!? What was he thinking!! Daddy couldn’t marry his precious daughter!!!

His day dream and musing were interrupted as he was pulled up by the strange girl. The collar of his shirt in her powerful grip. How could a girl like her be so strong!? It certainly wasn’t very lady like! Why this was worse than Haruhi acting like a boy!! Daddy could not allow this! His daughter needed feminine examples! Not a wild ape!! ”If you will be so kind. Release me!” A chord was struck within Tamaki as he pulled the girl’s hand off of his shirt collar and stood up. His stance was shaky now thanks to the pain still coursing through his body, but he pushed it aside for the time being.

There was a hush in the room, almost a dead silence from the life that once filled the area. Everyone seemed to be observing the two of them, even his fellow hosts. In his usual dramatic fashion the second year pointed a finger at the girl. ”I don’t know who you are Miss, nor do I know your reason for interrupting this pleasant club meeting, but your actions are not welcome here.” Tamaki stood with a look of defiance in his eyes as strength and nobility seemed to swallow his aura. Yes this was the power of the King at its finest. It was almost like you could see the flower petals dancing around his form as he stood before the woman. ”The man you seek is me. Tamaki Suoh…King of this Host Club.”

Though the blonde Frenchman stood before the woman with grace and confidence in his head only one thing seemed to repeat. Watch Daddy perform for your Haruhi! Watch my grace and elegance as I deal with this trouble maker! He lowered his hand and placed it on his hip as he watched the dangerous female carefully. ”It is rude to enter someone’s home and not give your own name Miss. We have rules and manners in this host club.” Oh if only the blonde knew how he was sealing his own fate with his words.

[attr="class","thestuff"]What the hell was this? Tamaki was a man of many things, grace, natural intelligence…most of the time, a kind heart, and certainly a creation of beauty in its purest form! Though now the way the blonde woman seemed to approach their conversation, it was just plain rude! Granted he was used to being mocked…as infuriating as it could be, he knew it happened. He was a man of good intentions though this Ichigo woman was certainly doing her best to strike a chord in him.

”Congradulations. You’ve managed to insult me like a master Miss Kou, however I’m afraid that I cannot allow such a cruel woman to remain in the presence of these ladies. They do not deserve to see such things. I will kindly ask again, what business do you have here? As president of this club I have all the information you could possibly need. Now what do you want.” The Frenchman did his best to keep his calm exterior, though inside he was fuming. It was probably quite easy to tell from just observing how stiff his posture was and even the red color that was beginning to bleed into his features.

Tamaki was not a cruel man, but he wasn’t a total fool either.