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“Hey, Tohru, check this out,” said Arisa, waking the said rice ball from her temporary state of daydreaming.
“Eh?” Tohru mumbled in return. Arisa held out a yellow piece of paper.
“They’re all over the school,” Arisa continued. “Kaibara’s going to have eight new students come here to attend classes.”
“How interesting,” murmured Saki, putting her things inside her bag. “I too have heard of these new students…I believe they attend an expensive school known as—”
“TOHRU!” yelled a high-pitched voice from the doorway. Tohru looked up with a smile as Momiji and Hatsaharu Sohma walked into the girls’ classroom. “Didja hear, didja hear? A bunch of students are coming to attend school here! And guess what? They’re from Ouran Academy!”
Tohru’s eyes went wide. “Isn’t that the incredibly expensive school in Bunkyo?” she asked.
“Yes, I believe I was just getting to that,” finished Saki. She clutched her bag in one hand and stood up. “Now then…shall we head home?”
“Oh!” exclaimed Tohru. “Yes! Can we pick Sohma-kun and Kyo-kun up first, though?”
“Yeah, sure,” answered Arisa. “We could ask the Prince about this whole collab with Ouran.”
But Yuki had little information to offer. “All I know is that I’m supposed to be greeting them when they come tomorrow,” he replied after he had gathered his things.
“Eh?! Tomorrow?!” squealed Tohru. “Shouldn’t banners be up? A-and welcome signs? We have to make sure these students feel at home—!”
“Relax, Miss Honda,” reassured Yuki gently. “Since exams finished only a few days ago, the faculty is responsible for putting the decorations up.”
“Oh,” answered Tohru, the tension in her shoulders going down. “That’s considerate of them.”
“Indeed,” agreed Saki. “Let's try and make these new students feel welcome, shall we?”
“All right, men!” exclaimed Tamaki as the Ouran Highschool Host Club gathered around him. “We have one job, and one job only! Try to fit in! This is a commoner’s high school, so we should treat the students with respect! Which means…” Tamaki turned to the twins. “Hikaru! Kaoru! No pranks! We are representing Ouran Academy. We should act like the mature young adults we are, not hooligans!”
The twins looked at each other and shrugged. “Whatever you say, milord,” they replied in unison.
“Good!” Tamaki replied. “Luckily, we have Haruhi to guide us through the commoners’ ways. Now only one problem remains…” Tamaki turned fearfully towards the corner of the limousine that seemed to be the darkest and the cloaked figure sitting in it. “Why is he here with us?”
“Well, since the Host Club was the first to volunteer for the exchange,” began Kyoya, “the only other one who was welcome enough to the idea of spending time with...” Kyoya raised an eyebrow at his notes. “…commoners, was Nekozawa-senpai.”
“But that means we’ll have to spend two months with him!” Tamaki turned and looked out the window. “We could all end up getting cursed…”
“Scary!” whimpered Honey, hugging Usa-chan to his chest.
“Oh, don’t worry…” A hand puppet suddenly appeared in front of Tamaki’s face. Tamaki stiffened. “I promise not to be that much of a nuisance,” whispered Nekozawa, right in the Host King’s ear. “But if any of you are disrespectful to the students at Kaibara High, you may leave me no choice…”
“Hey, Senpai,” drawled Hikaru, pulling out a flashlight. “Go back to your corner, will you?”
“Yeah,” added Kaoru in the same tone of voice. He also pulled out a flashlight. “You wouldn’t want to come face to face with your old friend here, would you?”
Nekozawa immediately retreated to his corner of the car. “Murderers,” he whispered.
“But Nekozawa-senpai does make an excellent point,” interrupted Kyoya. “If any of you are rude or immature around the students at Kaibara High, the chairman will be notified, and I will personally see to it that none of you get off easily.”
The Host Club’s members looked at each other apprehensively. They couldn’t figure out which one they should fear more: the Black Magic Club’s president, or the Shadow King.