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--------❝xxI used to rule the world
--------Seas would rise when I gave the word--------
--------Now in the morning I sleep alone--------
--------Sweep the streets I used to ownxx❞---------------
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Staring down at a thin black notebook, Kyouya Ootori was reviewing the numerous notes he had scrawled on it's pages. Unlike his school notes, these were personal and perhaps the one controllable thing in his life that was messy. Every scrap of the paper had some sort of scrawling on it, there were bullet points and asterisks, and most of the handwriting wasn't even straight with the lines on the paper. It was an organized chaos that surprisingly was much more efficient than any other method he tried. Of course he had a few more organized pages, mostly balancing funds for the Host Club or a few information sheets on student he felt the need to keep an eye on, but most of his treasured notebook was an absolute mess
Glancing over the previous day's notes, he was reminded of the fact today his cousin would be transferring in. She was about a year younger than him, and he did like her, she was tolerable enough. He held many notions about family, and while he loved all his family no one could deny he had a bit of a.. "vendetta" you could say, against his brothers that prevented him from being too terribly close to them. Therefore he tended to bond with the women of the family instead, his sister and cousin the persons of the female variety in question.
Now while Kyouya wasn't really phased by her "tendencies", he had to wonder what was going through his Uncle's head. Put the gender confused girl in Ouran Academy of all places? They all ready had one known cross-dresser, not to mention plenty of characters that were flamboyant enough you'd question their sanity as well.
"Oh! Hello Mommy!" Exclaimed the tall blonde as he waltzed into the classroom with one girl on each arm.
Speak of the devil. "And a good morning to you" He responded softly, a bemused smirk slipping across his features. Tamaki Suou was the Ring Leader of their little after school "project", and self proclaimed Prince Type when the ladies were concerned. However it was always amusing to watch how quickly he parted from their sides when Kyouya came into the picture. What was that funny american saying that fit this situation rather well? "Bros before hos"? Yes that sounded about right. However vulgar a term it was. Kyouya watched as Tamaki dropped his briefcase on the desk in front of the bespectacled boy and sung down into the seat backwards, to face his friend.
"Morning~!" The blonde chirped, a wide grin on his face. Tamaki was always coming up with hair brained schemes that his poor friend had to work out financially and most the times logically as well. Little did Tamaki know however was that his friend was often the one to implant such hair brained schemes. "So I had this marvelous idea for a Club Theme!" he said eagerly, his amethyst eyes wide with excitement. When Kyouya looked back silently, he took that as a cue to push on.
"How about...a boy band!? The customers would love it! And I'm sure most of us wouldn't mind either..." he began to drift off into Tamaki's Mind Theater, where he began picturing each of the hosts dressed in a mixture of American pop clothing and Japanese pop clothing. It would truly be glorious! Of course Tamaki himself would be lead singer, as most modern Princely types were. The twins would be the complimentary guitar and bass, Mori could play the drums while Kyouya was singing back up to Tamaki. Of course Honey would be the come from behind blow the stage away voice they could use for a bridge..and his wonderful daughter could play tambourine! Yes all the marvelous daughter types always played tambourine in such productions! Heaven forbid she actually sing, however. Tried that once. Didn't go over so well.
Kyouya frowned slightly as he noticed Tamaki's eyes glass over and he let out an exhausted sigh. There he went again, into the fantasies of his mind. He let Tamaki have his moment before snapping his fingers infront of Tamaki's face to rouse him. "How about no." He stated flatly, watching Tamaki's face crack. "B-B-But WHY-" the blonde began to stutter before Kyouya held up a halting hand. "Because it's a cheap diversion tactic that does not actually cost cheaply and besides, who's to say any of the Club could actually preform the duties of a band members? I'm sure little to none of them can even keep musical time. You, Tamaki are the only known Host who can play." He reasoned, however he had a feeling the hyperactive King of the Host Club was going to be fighting him on this all morning.
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❝xxI used to roll the dice--------
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes--------
Listen as the crowd would sing--------
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"xx❞--------
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