Potion Commotion
Chapter 3: A Solutions Begins
By Drunken Shinigami
(Notes: Yes, so, I'll try to keep everyone more on character this time around. I noticed that I made a few errors. Nevertheless, here it is, TamaNeko crack in all its glory:3
Crack. Is. Good.)
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The screams died down to whimpers of remorse, watching on in sheer pain as their precious King playfully tackled and glomped the daylights out of the newly found-out Nekozawa.
Of course, only a few seconds after said glomped blond began screaming, he fainted from being exposed to the light for so long.
This left an eerie silence to creep up onto everyone in the Host Club, the occasional chuckle from the plaful Suou escaping into the thick tension-filled air.
Kyouya pushed his glasses further up his nose, glancing up from his notebook to Tamaki. He sighed mentally, bringing himself down to his work oncemore.
He had to calculate how this irrational turn of events would impact the club; after all, from his current standpoint, their income would drop drasticly.
Or, perhaps, he could play it to their advantage…
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"Nekozawa-senpai sure is taking a long time."
"Yeah."
The darkness inside the Third Chemistry Lab seemed a little bit darker today, whether it was because their precious leader and idol was not with them at the moment, or maybe it was because they knew something said leader and idol didn't.
The five-point circle they sat in, legs brought up to their chest and heads drooped over did not make them look like a happy bunch either.
"Should we try to go over to the Host Club to see if Nekozawa-senpai is alright?" The younger of the siblings asked, her voice quivvering in guilt.
"We should." Assured her older brother, "Nekozawa-senpai needs us now!"
Three more affirmed nods, and they all stood up.
"We know that, somewhere, somehow – our leader needs our help!"
"YEAH!"
Pumping their fists into the air, they cheered loudly. Of course, they still had no idea how they could help out.
But when your leader is in need, who needs a plan?
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"I hope Tamaki feels better by tommorow," One raven-haired client muttered to the brunette in front of her. Haruhi offered her a small smile, opening the door wider so she could part with the Host Club.
"I hope so too." The hidden female responded softly. The girl smiled back, shuffling her way out, then the hidden female closing the bronze lock behind her. Haruhi then turned around, observing the situation playing out before her.
Nekozawa had passed out some time ago and had a cheery-looking Tamaki hugging his shoulders from behind, humming a tune to himself as he swayed. Once every few minutes, a sort of moaning sound would escape from the Black Magic Club president, which truly sent shivers up Haruhi's spine.
"What should we do?" She asked openly, glancing towards Kyouya. Knowing him, he probably had some sort of plan worked out to play the potion mishap to his advantage.
The raven-haired man glanced up from his notebook, onyx eyes settling on the thin form of Haruhi. He then closed them, a knowing look on his face, "I was able to find the student who was the Co-President to the Black Magic Club, and asked him to come over here to take Nekozawa away for us."
Tamaki, from his spot on the floor, looked up to the shadow king and gave him an insulted look.
"Take me away from my Neko-chan? You couldn't possibly do such a thing!" He wailed, clinging to the passed-out blond even more, his face nuzzling dramatically into the back of tussled blond locks.
Haruhi blinked twice, having both the twins slide up behind her and place an elbow on each of her shoulders.
"We should also put Mi'lord in therapy." Added Hikaru and Kaoru in unison, both looking over their shoulder to the Host Club King still smothering the daylights out of Nekozawa. They both snorted.
"That won't work." Kyouya interjected calmly, "We first need someone from the Black Magic Club to explain to us exactly what was in the potion, how to remedy it, and then we choose our actions."
"I think this is a bit ridiculous." Haruhi objected, slouching her shoulders to brush off the twin's arms, then stepped forward. "I don't believe that a potion made Tamaki change… so suddenly."
She silently admitted that the sight of her superior rolling around on the floor, hugging someone and giggling, did NOT bring pleasant images to her mind. In fact, it was like dealing with a more immature Tamaki, and that made her groan. She already had a time dealing with his mood swings as it was.
The identical twins sighed. Kyouya stayed silent and went back to his work. Haruhi sighed as well, noting dully that Honey and Mori were still outside the Host Club explaining to their customers what happened with Tamaki and such.
This day, I feel, will suddenly seem a lot longer that it was originally intended to be.
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"What did you get?"
"A message from the Host Club?"
Four members crowded around one's cellphone, all eyes peeled to the glowing screen.
"It's from Ootori-sempai! This must be urgent." One of the members, a redhead, noted quietly.
"Big brother, how long will you be going for?" The younger of the two siblings asked, her voice wavering. The elder son gave his sister a smile.
"Not long, I'm thinking."
Snapping the sleek cellphone shut and making everyone jump, the Co-President stood to his feet, hitting a heroic pose.
"I shall be back, fellow members, to report to you the news of our precious, abnormally ho—I MEAN, dear Nekozawa-senpai! And I swear by my name, Tezuka Nakamura, that I shall get him back in one un-broken piece and nuture him to full health with my own two hands!"
The rest of the Black Magic Club had tears in their eyes, as overhead clippings of streamers flutter down from the ceiling and over Tezuka.
Breaking his pose; he coughed, then began striding over towards the door leading to the Host Club.
Everyone cheered.
His black cloak fwooshed in the billowing wind, his determination shone through him as he opened the door.
The cheers died down and were replaced with groans as he shut the door behind him.
"Brother," his sister said with a grunt, "You walked into the broom closet again. The door to the Host Club is," she motioned with her hand, "Over there."
Quickly skittering out of the closet with a nervous, almost high-strung laugh, he then began scratching his neck appolagetically. His sister then approached him and pointed him in the right direction.
"Thank you, Ayame!" Tezuka thanked, kissing her hand. She blushed in return, giggling.
Everyone else sweatdropped and twitched, remembering they were siblings.
Tezuka then fwooshed out the door, his sister waving him off like a schoolgirl waving off her crush.
"I forgot the Nakamuras had… problems…"
"Oooooh yeah…"
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THUMP!
"I believe he has arrived." Kyouya noted dully.
It seems our tragic new hero, Tezuka Nakamura, forgot there were two sets of doors one after another that led to the Host Club.
He had forgotten to open the second door.
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I know, crap ending to a crap chapter. But I lost motive halfway through writing this short chapter and thought about giving up. Then I said, "Shi-san, are you that mean to give up on everyone who's reading it and wants more?"
And so I got my mojo together and wrote this up. I promise in the future to try and write the characters more… on character. This is my first Ouran fic, so please be patient with me. I'm still learning, after all. :3
Reviews are loved, everyone! I love all of you who have reviewed so far!
-Drunken Shinigami