((Welcome Iflip4dolphins XD good that you could find our little club)) 

The Hikaru looked at him of corse people were rude. "Well they are human, and on top of that high school students. I know how you feel though.

HUGE FLASH BACK ((well no that huge))

Hikaru and his brother were sitting on a bench when a group of kids came over. The kids smiled as the asked the twins if they wanted to play. Looking at one another and told the kids "If you can guess which one is Hiakru then we will play." They knew these kids and they seemed to not care for others feeling and they were right. The next thing that the kids did was yell as loud as they could "That is why everyone cant stand you two." then they ran from the two boys sitting on the bench.

NORMAL

Yeah Hikaru knew that they were kinda mean to the kids when they were, but hey. The kids soon ended up being some of the nicer people they knew. He looked back at Akasora and nodded his head.

((edit ooc))

Akishero smiled as he saw the little boy come in. "Who's that, is'nt he to young, what's this all about"  the others murrmerd near.

Shizukew stepped in "what's this' he said cutely as he put Teuh lightly on his shoulders and smiled. 

((Finished with my bios~  Edit: HA!))

Name: Kyouya Ootori 

Age/year: 17

 Personality: Kyouya’s nickname is the ‘cold-blooded demon king’, and for good reason. Though he tends to put on an innocent, friendly façade, this is only when the Host Club’s in business. He is generally t and seemingly uncaring, and always harsh. In fact, it’s mostly because of him that Tamaki doesn’t get half of the ridiculous things he wants. Kyouya is NOT a morning person. AT all. And he always carries around a black notebook with him that carries financial records and the like. Kyouya knows everything, sees everything, and is hands down the most intelligent member of the Host Club. Do not cross him, or you’ll regret it.    

Look:

Gender: Male 

Other: Tamaki is, for whatever reason, his best friend. He also manages all of the Club’s finances and is the one thing that keeps the entire show from falling apart. Without Kyouya, there’d be no Host Club, and the members know it (even if they pretend to forget from time to time). In Tamaki’s little family, Kyouya is called “mother”. 

 Name: Haruka Suzuki 

Age/year: 16 

Personality: Haruka is generally quiet. She’s the type of girl who sits in the back of the cl*censored* and makes everyone forget her existence, then makes everyone feel like a fool when answering the teacher’s questions. Haruka likes to people watch, and she is incredibly smart, always keeping tabs on people. Don’t mistake her quietness for shyness though – Haruka has a barbed tongue that she will not hesitate to employ should someone anger her. She appreciates music, poetry, and the concept of true love.  

Look:

Gender: Female 

Other: She is a reporter for the Newspaper Club, and writes many excellent articles. Haruka also hates the very idea of a Host Club, and believes that the girls who go there are shallow and silly, and thinks that the boys that are part of it are shallow, vain, and playboys. She also wears the boy’s uniform because it’s not hideous and is more comfortable than the girl’s uniform.

((I tried. Like, three times. It hates me. :(

Edit: Wait...))

((HA. FINALLY.

Took long enough. >.<))

Kyouya was displeased.

Of course, this wasn’t exactly a new thing. Kyouya was never entirely happy – amused, certainly, and annoyed (the two things had an odd habit of showing up together, usually when the twins started being their usual irritating selves or when Tamaki came up with some new monstrosity of a plan that he would then have to impliment) – but now Kyouya was thoroughly unhappy. For one thing, he’d been absent for a week with a terrible fever. It was Haruhi’s fault for spreading the virus around, but the fact remained that he’d missed a week of school. For that alone he was irritated.

And then there was this.The Host Club. Somehow, somewhen, Tamaki had gotten it into his head that they should throw a party in a few days. The fact that it would completely destroy their budget was obviously one that the overexcited drama queen of the Host Club had not thought of. Unfortunately, they were now obligated to throw the party.

Fantastic.

Well, at least the Music Room was still in one piece.

 *~*~*

“Please tell me you’re joking.”Haruka stared at the President of the Newspaper Club in horror as he shook his head.

 “I’m afraid not. We need that article done, and like it or not, you’re the best one to do it.”

“Why not the tennis club?” Haruka asked logically, if somewhat desperately. “We haven’t done them yet. Or the chess club. Both of them could use some publicity.”

“That’s not the point. The point is that people like the Host Club. They want to read about it, want to know more about the members, and we aim to please the public.”

“’People’ meaning shallow, flutter-headed girls who swoon at the first sight of a cute boy,” Haruka retorted scathingly.

The President shrugged. “Well, we don’t have a choice.” He paused for a moment. “I do believe thery’re hosting a party in a few days. You will, of course, be required to go.”

Haruka stared. Her? Go to one of the Host Club’s stupid parties? She’d rather jump off a cliff. Apparently the President saw this in her face, for he shot her a warning look. She replied with a glare and set her chin stubbornly. He just glared back. Finally, Haruka took a step back, signifying her defeat in the battle of wills. “You owe me,” she warned him, before stalking out of the room and shutting the door with a snap.

As she made her way to the Third Music Room, Haruka tightened her grip on her notepad. She would go in, sit in a corner, take a few notes, and then leave. Nothing else was necessary this first day. She could get through this. The girl turned a corner, steeling herself for her *censored*ignment, when she stopped dead in her tracks, unable to continue due to a hallway blockage. She inched closer to see a newer member of the Host Club saving a new girl from a group of bullies.“

’Shy Knight’?” she wanted to know, arching her eyebrow. Haruka stepped up to the boy after the crowd had dispersed and looked him up and down appraisingly. "Hm." She made a small noise of disapproval before sidestepping the redhead to continue down the hall.

((There's too much stuuuuuff *flails*

Edit: ...I should probably go change that, shouldn't I...?))

((Nice or not she's still gonna think he's a shallow, vain playboy. -nodnod- :] ))