Ouran High School is a well-known school in Japan, a school for the rich, the powerful and the intelligent. Though one fateful day Ouran's principal and administration agree to open up a new program-a baking program-with this new fact gives an insta...
A.N- I have a feeling my writing is becoming slow.
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Saiki was unfortunately fast to finish his cake, and so was Haninozuka along with the rest of the club, all who were done or near finished. Leaving the scrapes on their empty plates, both sugar addicts let out a sigh of relief from indulging on the food, like a glutton. Saiki didn't regret that at all, being a little gluttonous from time to time wasn't going to hurt him, as long as he didn't turn into Mari Antonette. Leaning on his right arm, and sipping a bit of tea (finishing the tea off,) he set the cup down and closed his eyes momentarily as the hot tea had begun to set in.
"Phew." Honey sighed again and patted his bloating stomach, "Eating all that cake sure gave me an appetite." he said happily. Saiki snapped his eyes back open, the moment he figured out where Haninozuka (and soon the rest of the club) was going with this. Taking the short second freedom, Saiki was quick to stand up, thank Haruhi and rush home. However, was stopped the moment he got to the door to put on his shoes, with Mori dragging him back and making Saiki sit awfully close next to him. Mori pulling him closer to make sure he doesn't escape.
"Yeah," Hikaru said as he smiled at Saiki, who was quick to know what was about to go down. "Is it not lunchtime right about now?" he asked his fellow club members and peers, as he pushed his empty plate to the side.
"Well then, what's for lunch." they didn't hesitate to invite themselves over for a bit longer. Making both Saiki and Haruhi irk with annoyance.
"Would you guys quit being so happy-go-lucky all the time?" Haruhi was quick to complain, just as Saiki was quick to try and run out the doors.
"Don't worry." Ootori stood up, it seemed out of place for him to be so... nice. "We'll take care of it. We did drop in unexpectedly," he said and looked down at his notebook, that Saiki wondered was more of a comfort blanket than a simple notebook. "So we'll pay for lunch."
Saiki looked at Ootori, with a look that a parent gives to force out information from their child. And? Saiki wanted to question but didn't want to push it if Ootori was actually trying to be nice for once in his rich dainty callous-free hands.
"Why don't you just order all of us some of your favorite sushi?" Ootori offered up, it seemed like Saiki wasn't the only one skeptical about Ootori's nice and seemingly kind offer. Haruhi was quick to shut that idea down, with a hand.
"Thanks, but no thanks," she said, but seemed to be leading on a different cause, and not the fact that Ootori was being oddly nice today, "I know that if I let you guys pay, I'll only regret it later," she spoke the truth and the blunt one for that matter, like this was the courthouse.
"Oh don't worry Haruhi," His demon-like smile took place, as he brought out his credit card and flashed the gold plastic out, "We'll just pay for it using the profits from the photos of you and Saiki that were auctioned off." he said and his glasses flashed on the light as well, making his 'cool' character become even cooler.
People actually buy photos of me. Saiki thought, almost disgusted by that fact. Then soon wondered who in their right minds would buy a photo of a commoner, for a price larger than ten yen. He could ask Ootori, but that's a question he would likely not want the answer to anyways.
Haruhi groaned tiredly. 'So I guess I really am paying for it, after all...' she said tiredly, and also had a second thought of who would bother buying photos of her either way.
"Well, if that's what you want, I do have a friend who catches fish for a nice little sushi shop nearby..." she thought for a second, and Saiki nodded.
"So do I," it was Mera who would take extra humble shifts to take care of her family, though Saiki supposed she was laying off it for a while as her father was back and helping her and her family back up to middle class. After being in the upper-class for years, then dropping suddenly and slowly rising back up, thanks to Mera and her goodwill.
"I can probably give them a call." she said, "There stiff is pretty high quality, and fresh when they fish during the weekends. So I suppose all would be good."
Suoh gasped for a second and brought out a pen and paper (From where? Saiki doesn't really know himself) and began to scribe down words, and 'secretly' pass Haruhi a paper.
"'Be careful Haruhi. Just because the sushi's packaging says 'premium' and recently fished, doesn't mean that it's high quality.'," Haruhi read out the letter out loud and didn't waste a second to crumble the page up and throw it in the trash.
"I'm not stupid!" she irked tiredly, not bothering to look at Suoh who began to cry. "I could figure those types of things out on my own." she felt disrespected, making Suoh cry again.
"Don't cry on the carpet! It'll make the mats mold!" Saiki yelled back, making Suoh cry even louder. Causing Mori and Haninozuka to cover their ears, along with Ootori, to blur out Suoh's cries and screams. Maybe, if Saiki was lucky, the landlord would hear these crazy screams call the police and force Saiki (and the club) to go back home.
"I'd really love it if you would make us something for lunch, Haru-chan, Ku-chan," Haninozuka said innocently.
"No." Haruhi dropped the blunt truth yet again, Saiki couldn't help but agree. "He's going to burn down my house," she said as she looked at Haninozuka.
Saiki nodded with a shrug. "I bake."
Haruhi sighed and thought for a moment. "But I suppose I could whip something up, but it'd take some time to prepare." She thought for a second, thinking over what she could make for the host club, to limit their dry comments about the commoner lifestyle.
"I'm going to have to go to the supermarket again." Haruhi didn't seem to happy about that fact, but sighed, knowing she couldn't get out of it now and would force herself to take care of the host club for an entire evening.
"And we will come with you!" the twins proclaimed, "We want to see another commoner's supermarket!"
The two shivered but held back their tounges. 'Without that big scary man.' they were talking about the cat lover named Rean.
"Me too! Me too!" Haninozuka jumped up and down, and five minutes later everyone seemed to want to go to a normal supermarket, with Ootori saying: this could be a learning experience.
This is going to have a lot of character development, I can just feel it.
