secret santa post.
Hello there fair Secret Santa~
Anyway. As the email said, anything is good for a gift :Db I have no preference, really. Although admittedly the paid time would be nice. However, I can update the canon list to give you more to work with. I know that my characters are the only ones of their canon in camp now kekeke~. ETA: Nevermind, Kagura's got her ( Read more... )
Anyway. As the email said, anything is good for a gift :Db I have no preference, really. Although admittedly the paid time would be nice. However, I can update the canon list to give you more to work with. I know that my characters are the only ones of their canon in camp now kekeke~. ETA: Nevermind, Kagura's got her ( Read more... )
When Haruhi stepped into the club room that afternoon, she was surprised to find it completely transformed. Not because the room looked nothing like a music room, of course, but because an entire half of it was flooded, and the rest of the club members (plus Shiro, who was looking remarkably grumpy, remarkably wet, and remarkably rumpled) were up to their ankles in a small lake in the center of the room.
“This is…?”
“Haruhi!” trilled Tamaki. “Are you ready for the Host Club’s annual ballet production?”
“Your ballet production,” she repeated flatly.
“Milord, Haruhi may not know about the ballet!”
“Hikaru, you think that perhaps the commoners can’t afford to patronize the arts?”
“Of course I know what ballet is!” she snapped.
Tamaki smiled. “Then you’re ready to take part in the Host Club’s Swan Lake?”
Any sane person ought to have run away right there, but after months with the Host Club, all Haruhi could think was Aha. That explains the soggy bird costumes.
Eight.
“So this is one of the commoners’ dairy farms,” mused Kyouya, leaning on the fence to observe the eight or so workers milking cows in a nearby field. “I presume that not all of this - ” he gestured widely enough to encompass the area the rest of the club had gone to explore, “ - is quite normal?”
“No,” Haruhi admitted, but whether or not this was normal for the farming operation, Tamaki being chased around by a bull was actually one of the more relaxing Host Club activities Haruhi had experienced.
Nine.
“Fair maiden!” sang Benio. “Today the St. Lobelia Girl’s School Zuka Club presents a musical in short form, with twelve songs, three solos, one full orchestra, seven scenes, nine ladies dancing - ”
The Host Club didn’t come to untie Haruhi from her chair until three hours later. “That was an awfully long time.”
“Of course,” said Tamaki, sounding slightly scandalized. “It’s rude to barge in before the intermission.”
Ten.
“This is… déjà vu.”
Kyouya looked at her appraisingly. “I believe Tamaki’s plan was to upstage the Zuka Club.”
“Haaaaaah.” She turned her attention away from Kyouya’s notebook (now filled with ominous red numbers that she was sure weren’t just there for Christmas decoration) and back to the ten young men flinging themselves energetically around the room. “Do you think sempai realizes he’ll crash through the window if he keeps doing that?”
Eleven.
“Tamaki.”
“Mom?”
“Do you realize that we haven’t had a single customer all day?”
“It’s nothing to worry about! We all have our off days, and sometimes the Host Club just happens to have one all at one time - ”
“Just happens. And do you think that this has anything to do with the eleven recorder-playing children from the elementary division?”
“Aren’t they cute? Like little angels, filled with holiday cheer!”
“Like little. Tone deaf. Angels.”
“But -- Kyouya! You… you…! You’re going to make them leave, aren’t you?”
“What do you think?”
Indeed, Kyouya had already tipped the tiny band handsomely to leave and never come back by the time Haruhi made her way back from the supermarket. Everyone had a different way of showing their holiday cheer. Kyouya’s just happened to take into account the fact that no one particularly wanted to hear eleven children piping “Jingle Bells” all afternoon.
Twelve.
Haruhi turned slowly, like the heroine of a horror movie terrified of what she’d see behind her. “What,” she asked, pointing to the drum line that had burst into the Third Music Room, “is that?”
“Why, that’s - ”
Boom, went the percussionary parade. Boom boom rat-a-tat-tat.
And Haruhi couldn’t hear much over the various bass drums and cymbals and snares and tambourines and that baffling xylophone, but she thought she her Tamaki say “ - for you. Merry Christmas.”
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Needless to say, Word Grammar Check will be getting coal for Christmas, but I hope you have a great one. &hearts
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I know I am horribly horribly late and everything (j-just decided to check today), but I hope you had a fantastic Christmas as well and thank you so much ;;
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