((awwwl poor Tamiki your welcome for shig. bag (to lazzy to spell his name)))

Tamiki hadnt grabbed them that was for sure. He some how made it to the other end of the fountain then them, but how? Then seeing him over by the sculpure they fallow.

"Were sorry bossman but you know how it goes.... maybe we can help you rewrite your music."

They did feel sorry about messing up the music because it was Tamiki's life

Tamaki snarled as the twins approached, not wanting to look at them. He took his sweet time attempting to dry himself off, breifly wondering how much trouble he would be in by supporting the Host Club by walking around school without a shirt, but in the end figured that being wet, his clothes clinging dangerously close to his body, would have to suffice for the moment. As he reached over and opened his bag he murmered, "I don't want your help."

He took out a couple cl*censored* books, which only the overs seemed to be damaged. It would be a bother to buy new ones, but nothing a little money and toss of the hair couldn't fix. An *censored*ignment was practically dry, folded perfectly so it was hidden in the folds of the book, and couldn't help but to be a little releived. On the other end of the bag, however, the one that had been exposed to the most water, was his music. He tossed away the inked ones, uncaring if they soaked through. They were just scales, simple tunes he used to warm up his fingers. They was easy. Tamaki was worried about the hand written ones.

The first song, the finnished one titled, "YTBD" was damp around the edges and was curling, soaking fast. (Yet To Be Determined.) He gathered up all three pages, noting that he could vaugly see notes through the other side, and held them up. He pushed the papers into one of the twins, not caring so much. He was looking for the other song, the one that was unfinnished. So far it was only a page or so, about 40 bars of a slow, but happy melody he'd labled clearly. He wasn't anxious to share the song, let alone let out the ti
tle. "Huruhi's Song" was by far his pride work in progress, though his favorite remained the one he'd based from memories of his mother, which was also in the pile, though it was just over two pages, five if you played the duet.

Quickly he began to separate sheets and lay them out. Where he'd used pen, the ink was spraying, notes and chords melting into eachother. All the pencil marks were either fine or had nearly washed away completely. The titles, "Haruhi's Song" and "Mother's Memories" labeled in ink across the top, were not barely ledable. Tamaki's heart sank, suddenly not caring who saw what was left of them. He stared at the pages for a minute, two in silence....

"Ah, well!" Tamaki said as last. He gathered up all the papers in one, huge pile and chucked them all into the funtian to soak all the way through. "No use crying over it! I'll just have to do it sometime later," He was sure to be cheary, and even chuckled as his heart skipped a painful beat. He shot a warning glance at the twins as he added, "On my home grand piano."

With this, the blonde shoved his books and one surviving *censored*ignments back into his bag, still damp on the inside and soaked all on the exterior, and stood again, tossing his hair out of his eyes in an attempt to keep it from sticking to his face. "Well," he said, turning to the others and not just the twins, happily raising his voice a little. "We better get cleaned up before the Host Club opens!"

The twins looked at Tamiki. It didnt seem right somehow. They had just ruined a long time of work and he didnt even want to salvig them?

Hikaru staired at the retreating Tamiki's back. Tehn yelling after him "We'll  make sure to be there on time of once!" As he ran to the music room to change, and get ready. Kaoru on the other hand was taking his time he had heard what his brother had said and on top of the fact that he felt REALLY sorry for destroying Tamiki's music. He had a felling that Tamiki wasnt letting his hurt show. Tamiki needed to open up sometimes. So with a face that said "I'm thinking leave me alone" he walked up to the music room to get ready just like his brother.

You know that something has changed if you saw the twins sepparated. And this was one of those time. Kaoru was feeling that they should try and make it up somehow while Hikaru was making it up in his own way.

((my post seem small compaired to sesshy's post...I feel ashamed))

((Woah, Hikaru's making it up to Tamaki? ...I'm scared. And don't worry, my posts tend to shorten up, and I've been doing this for quite a while. You can pwn me at bowling and I can pwn you at writing. We can both get better, okays? ~ Besides, me is very in love with you for a certian bag sitting on my bed right now, so shove it down the rabbit hole! ~))

((EDITED: The seccond third paragraph's ending. "With out waiting.... would forget it."
EDIT 2: The new seccond paragraph, added in from out of nowhere to interact with Tribecka's post, below. This paragraph's completely edited in.))

Tamaki sighed as the twins ran off without him. They were going to change in privet, and that was fine, but the King decided that he was going to walk around and hopefully get a few girls a little excited for upcomming Host sessions. He had a plan, this one practical. He turned and looked into the funtian, wondering how long it would take for the papers to either disolve or be fished out by one of the many cleaning staff at Ouran Academy. The seccond was more likely, considering that Tamaki could see discoloration in the water from the m*censored*ive amount of ink recently dumped in. It wasn't odvious, but it was enough for Tamaki to relize.

The blond was detoured from the fontian by a soft, pleasant voice, one he didn't recognize immediately. Before him stood a girl, who seemed to be dragging her friends along behind her. She was cheary, maybe a little shy. "Hello," Tamaki answered warmly and brightly, a smile on his lips. "Are you ladies members of the Host Club? I would shame myself to not immediately recognize such pretty faces." With this he gave a light bow to them, hoping they would excuse his rudeness. "I appologize for out soaked appearances. We slipped in the water and really must change into dry clothes soon. But we'll see you tonight, right?"

He turned brightly to the others, still standing by the funtian. (It suddenly occured to him that the Host Club seemed to gather unconsiously with eachother, even outside of the club or even school altogether.) He smiled to them as his shirt decided to plaster itself uncomfortably close to Tamaki's skin. "You guys will be on time, right?" With out waiting for an answer he began to walk off with a brisk step, relizing that somebody was following him. HE really didn't care, not knowing if he was following the twins or him. Tamaki just knew that he had a plan and was going to exicute it. Any interations will other Host Club members would not be tolorated in this plan, so he would simply ignore the situation and, like many other things, would forget it.

Tamaki rolled his shoulders back so he was standing proudly, a wan smile on his face. Each time he past a group of girls he murmed a pleasent, "Why, helo, ladies," before continueing. If he immediately noticed some guest from the Host Club, he would great them slightly differently. "Oh, hello, ladies. I'll see you at the Host Club tonight, right?... Oh, this? I slipped in the pond is all. It's your helth that's far more important.... Oh, I'm actually off to change right now in the Nurse's office; I keep a spare uniform there and I don't care who sees me.... Yes.... Yes, and I was thinking that we'll throw a party soon, just because we havn't had one recently. The theme is secret though! Shh...!"

By the time Tamaki had had similar conversations with several groups, he found that a decent bunch was following him to the Nurse's office, where he really did keep a uniform just for this emergancy purpose, nearly all of which were murming about the Host Club members and thier new, upcomming party. Somebody asked him when the party would be, to which he replied that it would be determined based on how many beautiful ladies, like themselves, would attend. Of course, this sent up a chorus of giggles and squeels. As Tamaki went on, he even heard new names echoed on some lips, the names of the newest Host Club members. He cracked a wider smile in satasfaction.

Needless to say that the nurses in the office weren't used to a hoard of girls, lead by one boy, walking in with eager smiles. When they relized that this was Tamaki Suoh, however, their expressions relaxed a little. Tamaki put on a little show with one of them as they spoke of weather or not he kept a uniform here, stating that he wouldn't nessisarily mind showing off some skin in the halls. This urged squeeks from the girls and searching from the nurses until they found his clothes, which were folded neatly next to a few other uniforms kept in the office. Tamaki changed behind a waist- high curtian, talking to the girls he could see as he did so. he flipped his hair on occasion, being sure to take slow, exadurated movements.

After this fiaso, Tamaki relized he was tired. He made a b-line to Music Room 3, many of the girls still in line behind him. At the door he sweetly turned them away, stating he was sorry that he had to leave their company to set up for the Host Club that night, and that he would be more than glad to see them all later that afternoon into the evening, much to their delight. Once they were gone, Tamaki sighed and wearilly opened the door to the unused music room, his mind on the party he'd randomly come up with in hopes of raising his own spirits. Amazingly enough, it was working a little.

"Hey," he called to anybody who was in the room, dropping his bag lazily and loosning his tie a little with practiced fingers. "We're gonna have a party, probably next week or somethin'." He instantly cheered up at the next thought, and he voiced it aloud for the others to hear. "Costumes, dances- the all nine yards! Fun, right?"

Tamaki didn't wait for an answer. With a spring in his step, he started to cross the room to open the huge curtians.

((Lost fail that you must read. Sorry for torturing you guys.))

((EEEK! Interaction that throws off my post... I shall now attempt to calculate how to change my post...

I'm going to edit that one up a bit for more interaction that you wrote while I was typing. THEN you can read it. I know, I'm a little bit of a perfectionist, but I will make this work!))

((Muhahaha! I fixed it to match all your posts, though, sorry Tribecka, Tamaki kinda blew off your characters. They'll be at the Host Club, I hope?))

Tamaki paused a moment while Akasora asked him his questions, thinking it over. It was hard to be the 'king' sometimes. Well, more than people usually thought, anyway. At last, he turned back to him and said politely, "As if stands now, the theme is 'secret,' so pretend like you know exactly what's going to happen if anybody asks tonight without giving away anything. Actually," he paused, but only breifly. "Hint that our costumes will show some skin, but that's it. Otherwise..." Tamaki ran through his memories, but nothing extra special came up. "I think tonight's pretty normal. Besides your final annyalsis, that is."

By this time Tamaki had opened the curtians to their fullest and turned to examine the room. For the most part it was already set- the tables, chairs, couches and all were in their usual places, table clothes were just slightly off center. What else? Tamaki would have to fix the wrinkles in the red carpet and shift his throne a little to the left, and then the Host Club should be ready for opening, once the entiraty of Hosts was here, that is. "Pretty much I'll watch your interactions to make use your 'Host Worthy,' but it's just a formality to keep the school officials satisfied. Don't worry about it."

With this he crossed the room again twards the center and began to shift little things into proper places, which included throwing his bag into the privet room and by all means avoiding the door to the Black Magic club, where Nekozawa-senpai lurked. As usual, he gave the door a wide birth and pushed its existance from his mind. "And the party..." he began to murmer to himself, no longer thinking about opening the Host Club. "Will have a theme of... showing skin... What kind of costumes havn't we done recently?... Lots of France themes, holidays...."

((EDIT in OOC. Sorry.)) 

((Oh, me likes shiny Roman idea. YAY! Me waits to post, since others are offline and I want to open the Host Club. I'll check this when I get up in the morn, or when Ko calls me; whichever happens first. And Ko: This is post #72. Congrats! I didn't think it would pick up this fast either! Tri: Yay! Tamaki will be happy to see them! :D And don't worry about a one-liner.))

Tamaki nodded in consideration, allready imagining the entiraty of Music Room three decked in white collomns and satin, see- through curtians that stretched from ceiling to floor in elegant drapes, statues and busts in the corners so the Gods could send love and wisdom on the Host Club's guests and of course, all of his fellow hosts in long togas. Honey-senpai should be in something shorter to show off his shins with Kyoya, while Mori-senpai's would be just a little short. Haruhi's would drag on the ground a little when she walked complete with roshing. Of course, the twins would have to have a modern twist on theirs, maybe with gold ribbons or something, since their mother was in the fasion industry. Tamaki himself would need some fancy laurle since he was the king and Kyoya would have a cow once he found out about all these fancy new expences.... Yes, it would be a real host club party and Tamaki would even open the windows to let a cool breeze in and really hieghten the skin that would be showing. Oh, unless it was outside. Then he would hang things off trees, and the more he thought about it the more likely this was going to be.

"Akasora?" He said without looking at him. He'd raised a hand to his own face, thinking about where he would place a statue of Athena. Tamaki's hair was sitll slightly damp, his eyes distant as he planned a set up similar to the Sakura-veiwing party they held every spring. "You are brilliant."

((Well, that would certianly revoke some interaction, even if they wouldn't get the entire "welcome to the Host Club complete with Tamaki in his throne" experiance, but who cares, it's a roleplay! With so far only 3/7th's of the Host's origonal members! (notice forced entusiasum, lol) I might make up a Mori or Nekozawa if nobody chimes in. Anywho, I'll try not to post much more. Kohawko already has to read the mountian of text we left her, lol. If this was my RP, I'd totally go on without them. ...Though, we could always sum up... Yes, I am a cruel person when I'm half awake, lol.))