Potion Commotion
By Drunken Shinigami

Beautiful greenish-blue eyes stared intensly at the writing scribbled hastily on a crinkled sheet of paper inside a leather-bound book resting on his knee. Pale hands ran their fingertips over the items layed out in front of him like a display, a boiling pot simmering over a hot pad a little further away.

"Five ounces of rubarb…eight ounces of lemon…" Came the muttered, soft voice from Umehito Nekozawa, his blond hair swaying in front of his vision. He raised a parched hand and tucked a golden lock behind his ear, not even for a second breaking his concentration.

The rest of the Black Magic Club stared on in awe.

"Nekozawa-sempai is so… dedicated," Came the slurred voice from a member, donning an exact replica of the cloak their leader wore. Nervous hands fidgeted with the edge of the sleeves, twisting them in anxiety.

The other five nodded slowly, drool beginning to come from the corner of their mouthes.

It was a long silence, Nekozawa not even bothering to notice five fans drooling three meters away from him while the five fans continued to stare dreamily at him.

"I…" Began the hoarse whisper from their leader.

"I'VE DONE IT!" He bellowed.

All the members screeched and made a motion to hide behind something, but all thoughts were dashed aside as the blond Nekozawa raised a beaker over his head and laughed triumphantly.

"Finally! My slavery over this potion has donned on me good news!" The five members scuttled closer to him.

"What is it?" One member asked, large eyes almost at tears from watching her mentor look so joyful.

"The potion to bring Tamaki-kun to his KNEES!" Nekozawa answered, blue-green eyes shining brightly as he lowered the beaker in front of his face. Carefully pulling out an odd-shaped glass container, he poured the liquid into it, shook the beaker for any extra liquid, and shoved a cork on the top.

"What kind of potion?" The first member asked after watching his mentor pour the liquid into the vile.

"It gives you great misery, changing your attitude and your outlook on life with a few choice chemicals to mess with your bodily fluids," Nekozawa explained, "It will make Tamaki-kun depressive and bad! He will lose face in the Host Club for harming my poor Bereznoff and my sanity!" He laughed triumphantly, one hand already aiming for his black wig.

Positioning it on with one hand (a skill he was very proud of) over his golden locks, he was then handed his cloak to put over his delicate skin.

All this being done, he began his walk towards the door linked with the music room the Host Club was using. (Many people still don't know how that is possible, but it is.)

"Sir, where is the anti-potion?" He knew well that his precious Nekozawa-sempai was smart, he always had an anti potion in case anything went wrong.

"In the fifth cabinet on station five, but we won't need it. For I know I have followed every step to the closest exact possible." Nekozawa responded, smirking. He knew today the dark Gods were on his side, for his concentration had not been broken. He will bring Suou his misery!

The members sighed dreamily, watching their leader creep out the door and shut it with a click behind him.

It fell silent, "I want to check to see if he followed each step properly," came one member's opinion.

"FOOL! IF NEKOZAWA-SEMPAI SAID HE HAS DONE EVERYTHING RIGHT, THEN HE HAS DONE EVERYTHING RIGHT!" Another member shrieked, shaking the girl by the collar of her cloak.

The first member, ignoring the commotion behind him, picked up the book Nekozawa had been reading from, and paled.

"Oh… Oh no!" He yelled, clasping the leather-bound book to his chest and turned to face the other members. He looked like he was going to cry.

"What is it!" The male member who had been shaking his younger sister insisted sharply.

"He… he did follow everything correctly; I saw him do so…" He began.

"But isn't that good?" Another member chirped up, female.

"N-No!"

"Why!" Everyone whined.

"HE MADE A LOVE POTION, NOT A MISERY POTION!" He extended the book from his chest to his fellow members, the worn title on the cover having a large pink heart on it that said 'Love' in red inside it.

Everyone fell silent.

"We… We must go out and find Nekozawa-sempai, before it's too late!"

"YES SIR!"

(Author Note: This is still in the process of being made, so please do not hate me if I start making them a bit OOC. ;.; Forgive-eth meee!

Very short chapter, more action with the Host Club shall ensue next chappie. :3)