Your Everything

Full Summary: Tamaki and Kyouya are about to enter their senior year. Mori and Hunny are graduating and moving on to bigger and better things. Congratulations! Or is it? What will happen to the host club as it loses two of its members? No, no. No one could replace Mori and Hunny. But surely this would be resigning to the eventual dissipation of the host club. You know what they say "when one door closes another door opens," right? However, after hearing that, one can't help but wonder: why does one door have to close for another door to open?

((A/N: Konbanwa! It's Makoto. Anyway, this is my first host club fanfic, so be nice. I don't mind criticism just none of those "GRAWR! IHATEYOU!" reviews. You know what I mean. On a side note, the title, "Your Everything," will probably have some significance later unless if I change everything around. No, it's not supposed to be "You're Everything." It's written the way I want it to be written. Just wait and see what happens, 'kay? Read and review!))

"Talking."

'Thinking.'

(Time passing or something to the effect.)

((A/N.))

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Your Everything Chapter 1: The Late Winter Winds

(Flashback.)

"I see. Suou-kun also invited Takashi." Said a younger Hunny, gazing out the window.

"Aa." A quick response from his classmate.

"You know what? Suou-kun said that it's okay to like cute things. And cake, too. What should I do?" His large, brown eyes filled with doubt. Hunny hugged Usa-chan tighter.

"Mitsukuni should do what he likes."

With a bright smile, Hunny nodded at him. "Un. That's right."

(End Flashback.)

"Takashi," whispered a quavering voice, chilled by the late winter winds. Sure, that door had been a familiar sight to them in the past, but, right now, he felt overwhelmingly unwelcome. No, that's not it. He felt more like a guest in an unbearably formal atmosphere, bombarded with plastic smiles. "I'm... scared." Haninozuka Mitsukuni admitted after some time. Although he had addressed Takashi, this confession was more or less for himself.

"Aa," said the other in agreement. "But Mitsukuni was also scared... when he opened this door for the first time." Morinozuka Takashi's gaze fell on the smaller boy. For the most part, his expression was warm and understanding; but even Mitsukuni could see the doubt in his eyes as they made steady eye-contact.

"Right," said Hunny flashing a bright smile towards the other. At that point, it was unnecessary to speak. Hunny knew that his soft-spoken friend felt the same anxiety, and that was enough to give him the courage to open the door to the third music room for the very last time.

It was late March. The seniors were graduating and moving on to bigger and better things, leaving behind their high school days. But, if that's true, then why is it that Hunny felt as if he was the one being left behind?

Hunny and Mori had joined the host club in the spring of their second year. Back then, they couldn't have predicted the family they'd find in the host club. This empty feeling they shared; they didn't want to leave. But it was just a school club, right?

The younger Hunny and Mori would've thought so. Their relationships were precious and delicate. Graduation would be the turning point. It would change their relationships forever. Younger Hunny and Mori couldn't have predicted that either. But, now, standing in front of the closed door, they foresaw it. Hence the source of their anxiety.

Standing side-by-side, each took one handle; and, together, they opened the door. As usual, rose petals floated around the other hosts who would call out in unison, "Irashaimase." All smiling in a pose centered around their president dressed in some themed attire. But there was something extra in this perfect picture. Something that the seniors hadn't foreseen.

Now, Hunny had scolded himself beforehand. With a determined look in his eyes, he had told himself not to cry no matter what. "Waa!" So much for that. He cried the moment he saw the banner hanging from the ceiling that read: 'Congratulations Hunny-Senpai and Mori-Senpai.' He found himself embracing Haruhi. "Haru-chan, Haru-chan! I'm gonna miss you so much!"

"A-ah," she stuttered. "Ah, Hunny-senpai, we'll still see each other." Fujioka Haruhi attempted to calm her upperclassman. Of course, her attempts were futile.

"Baka Tono," said the Hitachiin twins in unison narrowing their eyes at the host club's president, Suou Tamaki. The banner was quite obviously his idea. And thus proceeded to tease him for it.

"I thought this might happen," said the sly vice president nonchalantly. Ootori Kyouya let out a sigh as he diverted his attention to the planner. He jotted down a few notes before he closed it up again.

"Nonsense!" cried the princely president, "Those are obviously tears of joy! We must support our fellow club members as they advance,"–at this time he began to tear up–"in the world. Once a host, always a host! And Papa will always support and love his children." How long would he be able to continue this facade?

Kyouya, being a very perceptive 'mother,' had noticed the silent Mori. "You know, Mori-senpai," he began, "financially speaking, it would be beneficial for the club if you and Hunny-senpai attended all of the club's major events. It would certainly attract a crowd." He adjusted his glasses, casting a stoic gaze to his senior.

"Aa." He smiled. Just a little bit. His grateful eyes softened. Kyouya was quick-witted; the sort of person who could read anyone's mind, even one as mysterious as Mori-senpai. Where would the host club be without Kyouya? Of course, each personality added to the atmosphere of the club.

"E-eh... did you hear that, Hunny-senpai?" Haruhi stammered. "Kyouya-senpai said you could come to all the club events." She laughed sheepishly while patting him. The whole situation was rather awkward. Hunny-senpai was crying somewhat hysterically. The twins were picking on Tamaki. No, wait. This was mostly normal for them.

"Really, Kyou-chan?" Hunny released Haruhi and then approached Kyouya. "Did you hear that, Takashi? I'm so happy." And then Haninozuka Mitsukuni was satisfied. Everything was set into motion. Hunny and Mori were graduating and moving on to college. Tamaki and Kyouya were entering their senior year. The host club would continue, but with no successors.

Or so they thought.

(An hour or so later.)

"Hunny-senpai. I made you a graduation cake." Said one of Hunny's frequent customers. She handed him a box with some kind of chocolatey cake inside. It was decorated with frosting in school colors. "Congratulations" was written in white. At the sight of this, Hunny began to cry again. The poor girl was quickly scolded by the other customers. "Ah! I'm sorry, Hunny-senpai I thought you would like it!"

"Iie. Don't apologize." Hunny wiped the large tears away from his eyes. He promised himself he wouldn't cry. And remembering that promise, a determined expression crossed his face.

His customers couldn't bear it. "Kawaiii!" They squealed in unison bringing their fists closer to their mouths. Of course, this was all bittersweet to them as well. This was Hunny's last day as a host. They would no longer be able to designate him. Even though Kyouya reassured them that Hunny-senpai and Mori-senpai would visit as frequently as possible and attend most of the host club's special events, they knew it wouldn't be the same.

They thought that it was a rather sad ordeal. But though the customers were right, they were totally clueless. They didn't experience that empty feeling; they weren't really effected by it. They couldn't understand their own feelings; it wasn't sadness, but disappointment.

Kyouya filed through paperwork at some random reception/business desk that probably wouldn't normally be located in a music room. "Oi, Tamaki." Called Kyouya; interrupting his 'be my queen' routine.

"Hai?" Kyouya gestured for him to come over there. The Host Club King scrambled to his feet. "Excuse me, my princesses. I am needed at the desk. Oh, no, no. Don't fret. I will return as quickly as I can. Our time apart will be too painful, too agonizing. But when I return, it will be all the sweeter." Said Tamaki before he hurried off.

"Tamaki, did you speak with the candidates yet?" Kyouya adjusted his glasses.

"I did, today. One of them accepted whole-heartedly. He was more than happy to follow his brother's legacy." Tamaki struck a pose, stroking his chin.

"Satoshi, I assume. And what about–?"

"Chika? No good. He strongly opposed. My persuasiveness had no effect on him. They really are nothing alike."

"It was one of your redeeming ideas: recruiting Mori-senpai and Hunny-senpai's younger brothers. It almost makes up for all your stupid ideas. Almost. One out of two is fine, I guess." Kyouya sighed, marking up some sort of file.

"Two out of two, you should say." Suou Tamaki grinned proudly.

"Two out of two? But you just said..." Then Kyouya realized it. Tamaki had asked them together. "So, Satoshi's persuasiveness must've been more effective when yours failed?"

"Exactly." Tamaki chuckled. "Haninozuka Yasuchika and Morinozuka Satoshi will be hosts starting next semester when they enter the high school division of Ouran."

Of course they wouldn't act as replacements. They couldn't even if they wanted to. Chika hated everything cute and cuddly. Satoshi was extremely talkative and outgoing. They would be entirely different as hosts; even though they'd be known as Hunny's brother and Mori's brother for awhile.

"The club hours are almost over. You should return to our customers, Tamaki." Kyouya pointed the end of his pen towards Tamaki's impatient princesses.

"Right!" With a thumbs up, he returned to his princesses. Tamaki's enthusiasm seemed so endless. Well, until someone says something devastating–by Tamaki's standard, of course–which then causes him to retreat to a corner and sulk. Regardless, he seemed genuinely excited about the prospective hosts.

"Will Chika-kun and Satoshi-kun really be joining the host club next year?" Asked an eavesdropping Haruhi. "But I thought Tamaki-senpai didn't want to replace Hunny-senpai and Mori-senpai?"

"Ah. Haruhi. It's good that you're here. I assume I don't have to explain anything?" He smiled, that chilling smile of his; and also quite obviously ignored her question. Her second question that is. "Chika and Satoshi will be joining our club. I advise you to be extra cautious next year."

"Eh...?"

"They don't know you're a girl." He whispered, eyeing the customers. "And we have no real intention of telling them."

"I understand." She nodded.

And thus Kyouya resumed his paperwork. Haruhi watched in silence; this silence continued for a good two minutes. "Did you need something else?" Kyouya broke it.

"I wonder..." She began, "Did Tamaki invite Chika-kun and Satoshi-kun to keep Hunny-senpai and Mori-senpai tied to the Host Club?"

"Precisely." He responded brusquely; and then resumed his work yet again.

"However," Kyouya glanced up from his paperwork, "surely Tamaki-senpai knew that Hunny-senpai and Mori-senpai wouldn't really need to be tied to the Host Club like that. They already promised to visit the Host Club at least once a month and insist on spending their weekends with us. Perhaps... knowing this, he wanted to rekindle Chika-kun and Hunny-senpai's relationship. Perhaps he wanted Chika-kun to understand Hunny-senpai's decision ?"

"Haruhi," Kyouya smirked; looking ever so cunning, making a bridge with his fingers and resting his chin on it, "Next year will be interesting, don't you think?"

(End Chapter 1)

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((A/N: Interesting, indeed, Kyouya-senpai. +cackle+ Anyway. That's the start of the fanfic. Everything's been set into motion. By Chapter 2, Chika and Sato will be our new hosts. The same quirky host club, new members. Don't you just love the Host Club?

For those of you unfamiliar with Mori and Hunny's brothers, they appear in Volume 7 of the Host Club manga. Satoshi wasn't in the anime. Such a shame, too. He was my favorite. So, if you're reading this right now, review.

Oh, yes. If you have any pairing requests, then include that in your review. I haven't completely decided on which pairings ::if any:: I'll include just yet. I'm leaning towards Hikaru/Haruhi. There's not enough of those.))