Hello everybody! Sachie-san here! I had the idea of writing this after reading Ouran vol. 3. Plus, I got a little inspiration from the wallpaper my friend made me. It's basically me (my friend drew me) and Tamaki on a bed. Much like the scene with Kyoya and Haruhi in…volume 3. (J 3J) –has nose bleed-

I just literally had a joygasms right now. THANK YOU SO MUCH XEI!

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Of Costumes and Curses

Chapter 1: Black Magic

Haruhi stood in the middle of the 3rd music room, with a mortified expression plastered onto her usually serene face. She held a dainty porcelain teacup, sipping hopelessly at her tea.

Hikaru and Kaoru were chasing Umehito Nekozawa around the border of the room, frightening not only clients and the other host club members, but the dark magic user as well. Nekozawa had only come for a report on 'The Witch's Curse', which was a prank, played on Haruhi by the doppelgangers earlier that day.

As they proceeded with the chase of '2 mice team up on the cat' game, Haruhi lifted her large witch's hat and wiped her forehead. Halloween was such a stressful time of year. There was candy to be bought, costumes to be worn, and decorations to be hung. Of course, anybody could hide behind a mask, so identities were sometimes mistaken.

"Kyahahaha! Come on Neko, take off the wig!" mocked the twins in unison. They reached forward at exactly the same time, swiftly plucking the dark wig off their victim's head. Immediately, the blonde's head was exposed. The twins burst out into a spontaneous fit of laughter, crying on each other's shoulders with joy.

Nekozawa blushed a sickly shade of red, which looked quite daunting as apposed to his normal pale skin. He reached back for the large, black hood of his cloak and wrathfully flung it over his head. He was clearly humiliated, clenching his fists in horror.

By now, Haruhi had moved a safe distance from the scene, and watched with Kyoya, (who was quite bored of entertaining his clients, and decided to tune in on his surroundings.) Kyoya was dressed as a priest, loosely holding one worn, red leather bound bible in his hand.

He pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose, and glanced at Haruhi. "Don't worry, they'll get bored sooner or later."

Haruhi stifled a nervous smile at the Shadow King, who surprisingly did not have a dark aura radiating around him. Perhaps it was the bible that was warding off such gloomy aura?

She sighed. "Those twins… they just don't know when to stop."

Nekozawa glaring fiercely at the twins, and smiled eerily at them. The twins simply looked at him again, and began to giggle.

"What're you going to do…?" Asked Kaoru, his head resting on his brother's shoulder.

"Yeah, like stare at us or something?" Finished Hikaru. He looked adoringly at his brother. "Perhaps he's just realized how beautiful you really are?" The twin's clients squealed rabidly at Hikaru's seductive remark, and flipped out their camera phones.

"Oh Hikaru, you know that those comments make me feel shy." He buried his face into his brother's white costume. "Of course, you're so much more naughty at home…" He blushed as Hikaru ran a slender hand through his doppelganger's tousled hair.

Fangirls screamed with joy. "What happened? Hikaru is more naughty at home? What did you guys do to each other?" A rush of questions escaped the girls' mouths, as they started once again on a picture-taking spree.

The twins caressed each other some more, now totally ignoring the fact that a humiliated Nekozawa was still standing before them. Nekozawa simply looked at his watch. He didn't visit the Host Club room (that had a ridiculous amount of sunlight, who could live in such sunny standards?) to be played with, then tossed aside? He quickly snatched the wig away from Kaoru's hand, and swiftly but skillfully combed it back into his hair.

He lowered his head, which caused the twins to look at him. Suddenly, the third music room became oddly quiet. The tension was quite uncomfortable now.

Perfect.

Umehito Nekozawa began to laugh. Not in the humorous was, but in an abnormal, disturbing way. The disembodied laugh had started as a mere rumble at the bottom of his throat, and had developed a distinguished, spooky character by the time it had departed his mouth. Nekozawa, who was peeking out of Nekozawa's long, flowing cloak, had seemed to smile. This was the added effect that happened to make everybody freeze.

The horrific scene captivated the entire room. The clients, as well as well as their Hosts stared with and intense curiosity. Had the Black Magic Club president gone insane? Was this some sort of… distraction?

Haruhi surveyed the room. Tamaki's eyes had begun to well up with tears of fright. As of previous experiences, Umehito overly intimidated Tamaki. The Suoh fortune heir was now shaking, small beads of sweat forming on his tanned face.

The tension had thickened quickly within the few moments of dramatic laughter. It was so thick; Haruhi had held her breath.

"Now…" Nekozawa turned towards the room. "I have never ever been so humiliated—" There was a crash in the back of the room. Haruhi looked down to see the teacup she once held, shattered against the polished marble floor. She looked up and saw that the whole room was staring at her. They looked somewhat relived, glad that Haruhi had lifted the tension—by a bit.

Her eyes wandered across the room, and unwillingly met those of Nekozawa's. His eyes stared deep into hers; sending an involuntary shiver down her spine. She glanced down at the shattered glass.

"S-sorry! Uhm, p-please, carry on." She laughed nervously and knelt down, picking up the bigger pieces of glass and forming a little pile.

Nekozawa cleared his throat, not aware that yet another depraved shade of red had tinted his translucent face. "As I was saying—" He paused for effect. "I have never been so humiliated in my life. You all are nothing but rude—" He glanced at Hikaru. "—homosexual—" He glared at Kaoru. "Scum."

A few unappreciative protests were heard by the twin's fans, but soon were silenced by a tap of Nekozawa's foot, making brief contact with the hard, polished floor.

Nekozawa had now pulled a black book out of his cloak pocket, and was muttering an unheard phrase. The room had quieted once again, sitting attentively to catch what the magic user had just said.

The curtains ruffled, causing Haruhi to freeze up. She looked at her hands. They began radiating with a strange glow. She stood up.

Everybody else was beginning to glow. Another laugh rumbled from Nekozawa's throat. Haruhi grabbed Kyoya's hand and squeezed it.

"W-what's happening, Kyoya-sempai?" She asked worriedly, the glow getting more intense by the second. His eyes flashed with the same amount of concern, and mouthed words to her. Her wasn't able to hear: her vision slowly fading…

"What? Kyoya? Tamaki?" She screamed, watching the rest of the hosts' terrified expressions.

"This is your punishment." Nekozawa's voice was the last thing she heard before she dropped to the floor.

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Kyahahaha, Cliff Hanger! Please review!

I know, Tamaki hardly came in this chapter. –Cries-

But please stay tuned! Some super romantic stuff is coming up in later chapters!

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