Title: From Drag King to Prom Queen in 30 Days

Author: Insane Elven Pirate

Chapter: Wild Thing! OR Tamaki's Plan

Argh! I'm so so so sorry this took so long. hangs head in shame Well... enjoy the new chapter... Please? And don't hate me?

Also, a big thank you to all my wonderful reviewers, it make me so happy to read your reviews, and I do take your suggestions into consideration. For instance, there is more Kyoya in the chapter, because some of you asked for it!

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Ah yes. Another brand new day at Ouran High School. Please observe the little birdies as they fly past that big ol' clock tower. Done? Good. Now we can begin. Haruhi Fujioka was sitting innocently in her first period class, already dreading the antics that she knew that five out of the six guys in the Host club would be up to. Thankfully, however, since for now the twins were currently not at school yet, she had a temporary period of peace.

Haha! Yeah, right!

"Have you seen Tamaki yet?" One girl next to Haruhi was squealing to her friend , "He's so... so.. Eee! I don't even know how to decribe it!"

"I know! I think my heart completely stopped when I saw him!" the friend responded gleefully.

Haruhi sighed. 'Why did they have to post the nominations so early?' she wondered to herself. This was going to be a loooong month.

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Meanwhile, in Kyoya land! Er... Kyoya's first period classroom, the black haired boy was busy contemplating the merit in participating more actively in the competition for prom king. On one hand his participation would mean an increase in popularity for the ENTIRE Host Club, meaning more girls would come after school, which ultimately lead to an increase of money. On the other hand, watching the shenanigans of the others, he couldn't help but feel slightly disgusted at the idea. And the entrance of a certain 'king' at that very moment, didn't help to lessen that disgust.

Tamaki entered the class, cool as could be, wearing his school uniform. Nothing unusual about that. Unless, you know, you considered the torn off sleeves, spiky belt, strange black collar thing ('is that his dog's?' Kyoya asked himself), and the small tattoo on his arm 'unusual'. Oh, and what apeared to be a silver booger (AKA nose stud) poking from the side of his right nostril.

'...And I thought he couldn't look like anymore of an idiot...' Kyoya mused to himself. 'What was he thinking?'

Kyoya could feel the vein on his temple beginning to twitch. Hewouldnotaskhewouldnotaskhewouldnotaskhewouldno-

"Um... Tamaki-san? Why are you dressed like that?" Ugh. Some loudmouthed classmate of his had asked. Why, oh why did he have to ask?

Tamaki gazed down his nose at the boy disinterestedly. "Yesterday, I got in touch with my 'rebel' side. I figured if I was so... gifted in being so rebellious, I might as well look it." Stupid answer to a stupid question.

"Oh..." The boy said, looking sorry he had asked. 'Serves him right' Kyoya hmphed. As the boy slinked away, trying to avoid Tamaki's 'I-could-care-less-about-the-world' gaze, Kyoya found himself slightly, just SLIGHTLY, in awe that his friend had managed to stay in character so long. However, as Tamaki plopped down in the seat next to him he realized he ha judged too soon.

"Kyoya! Look at me! Do you see me? Do you see how I am dressed?"

"Yes, I see how you are dressed." Kyoya replied pushing his glasses further up on his nose.

"I got the idea yesterday! When those girls were talking about how much of a rebel I am, I realized that they were right! And THAT made me realize that the reason the twins were more popular than me yesterday was because I wasn't being true to myself!" Kyoya perked an eyebrow. Did Tamaki REALLY believe he was a rebel? "And so this morning I ripped the sleeves of my jacket and found this color, and bought the nose ring and the tattoo at a commoners drugstore on the way to school! Did you know they sell these as toys? It lets commoner kids who can not afford a real piercing or tattoo PRETEND that they can!"

Kyoya glanced at the nose ring. So it was fake. Of course. He should have known. Tamaki hated needles (A/N: I don't actually know if that's true, but it seems to fit) And a quick glance at Tamaki's 'tattoo' made him stop mid-sigh. It was a pink bear with a rainbow on it's stomach. '...What is that?'

Tuning back into Tamaki's rambling, his question was conveniently answered. "And this bear is called a 'Care Bear!' Isn't it cute? And-"

"If you're such a rebel, why are you in class?" Kyoya interrupted, desperate to get the annoying boy away from him.

Tamaki blinked stupidly. A determined look crossed his face as he stood up, knocking his chair over in the process. "You're right!" he declared loudly, sticking his pointer finger in the air. As the other students gazed on, he strode majestically out of the classroom. Or, he tried to. Just as he reached the door, the teacher walked into the classroom. Tamaki was too preoccupied with looking 'rebellious' to notice and ran straight into him, sending them both crashing to the floor, while papers floated gracefully to the ground around them.

The teacher blinked a bit, his large round glasses haning on his face from one ear before quickly regaining his composure and scolding Tamaki. "Mr. Suoh, just what do you think you're doing?!"

"Uh... I... I..." Tamaki stammered.

"Get back to your seat." The teacher ordered, gathering his fallen papers.

Tamaki stood and hung his head. "Yes sir."

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Back in Haruhi land, the bell was ringing to start class. The young Host couldn't help but notice that both Hikaru and Kaoru seemed a little peeved this morning. 'Must have something to do with whatever Tamaki's up to.' Haruhi decided.

Of course, this didn't stop them from keeping up yesterday's antics. Clinging, cuddling, and dramatics ensued as the poor teacher, a man in his fifties, tried to keep control in his chaos struck classroom.

"Th-Tha-That's it! Both of you! Detention! Now!" The poor man roared at the two brothers.

Hikaru and Kaoru glanced at each other before turning to look flatly at the teacher. "Why?" they asked together.

"Because you are disrupting my class!"

The twins looked back at each other a moment before returning to their displays of brotherly love. "Oh, Kaoru! Even if the entire world is against it, I will never stop loving you! My love for you cannot be crushed by the harsh words of others!"

"Oh, Hikaru, I-"

"NOW!" The teacher interrupted their cooing, and pointed his finger at the door.

"Oh, that is so sweet!" Several girls murmered as the twins left the classroom. "Such devotion!"

Ignoring the continued swooning from the girls the teacher began writing on the board. "Now please open your books to page 234..."

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The twins were gone from the entire first period class. However, seeing as they hadn't actually done anything wrong, they couldn't be kept away any longer than that. Which meant Haruhi had to deal with them in all her other classes. She walked into her second period class to find the two sitting on opposite ends of the room, while the girls around them tittered worriedly.

'What's going on?' She didn't have to wonder long, as immediately upon noticing her the twins each grabbed one of her arms.

"Haruhi is mine!" Hikaru declared, glaring at his... dopple...ganger... I guess.. to add a variety in word choice...

Kaoru glared back. "Why do you always get everything?!" he argued. "You're so spoiled!"

"Oh yeah? Well you're too clingy!"

"You look stupid!"

"Then so do you!"

"Not as stupid as you! And you have a funny haircut!"

"WE HAVE THE SAME HAIRCUT!"

"No! MY hair is parted to the left!"

"What difference does that make?!"

"It looks better that way!"

Imaginary fire roared into life around the twins (AKA Fiery anime background) and a game of Haruhi tug-of-war began.

"Great. They've changed tactics," Haruhi muttered as the twins pulled on her arms. As if today couldn't get anymore annoying.

And Haruhi gets the second award for judging too soon! Everyone turned as the sound of gears turning filled the room. "Ohohoho! Ohohoho!" Renge rose up on a platform to watch the fight. "And the drama at Ouran High School increases as the twins Hikaru and Kaoru get into yet another fight! Forbidden love between two brothers has turned into a love triangle between the extremely close twins and another boy by the name of Haruhi Fujioka!" Insert girls with little hearties floating around them here. Renge contued her commentary into her microphone. "Hikaru pulls hard on Haruhi's right arm and Kaoru counters by pulling on his left! It appears the two are equally matched in strength!"

'Why do you need commentary for a tug of war?' Haruhi wondered as her arms began to ache. shaking herself free she glared at the two dueling brothers. "I've had enough of this nonsense! Make up, now!"

The twins looked at each other, fire still in their eyes. "Fine. I'm sorry," they chorused while turning their backs on each other.

"That wasn't an apology! You didn't sound like you meant it!" Hikaru yelled, whipping around to face his brother.

"Well, neither did you!" Kaoru shouted, also turning.

Haruhi sighed. Ye-up. It would be a VERY long month.

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Lunch time came around, and as usual, Haruhi planned to go somewhere quiet to eat again. However, she found herself once again dragged along with the feuding twins.

Only one thought entered her head on the way to the cafeteria. 'Why me?'

However, that thought changed upon entrance to the cafeteria and when she noticed Tamaki's unusual dress to 'Why, WHY me?'

Tamaki was sitting off by himself... Well as by yourself you can be when you're surrounded by dozens of swooning girls. Oh, our poor lonely prince. He can't even succeed in being lonely!

As Haruhi, Hikaru, and Kaoru passed by the president of the Host Club, Tamaki and the twins shared glares.

"Oh, there all just so CUTE when they look like they're ready to kill each other!" One nameless and rather unimportant girl giggled.

Haruhi, who was starting to lose feeling in her arms, as each of the Hitachiin brothers had made it their personal duty to entirely cut off her circulation by claiming a death grip on them, sweat dropped as she caught other snippets of conversations from the girls surrounding the Tamaki.

"Tamaki! Are you going to take off your shirt again!"

"Yeah! I'm kinda cold! Brrr!"

"You look so amazing dressed like that, Tamaki!"

However, Tamaki seemed to be ignoring him. Probably some stupid 'I'm a rebel and others don't concern me' thing. Yet, for someone who was suppoosed to care less about others, he certainly seemed to be getting ticked with the way the twins were clinging to Haruhi. Finally, he was unable to keep himself from interfering any longer. He rose from his seat majestically. The girls crowded around him, had to hurry to avoid being trampled by the blond, as he made his way to the first year trio. (Lookit me! Using as many words to describe our heroes as possible! Oooh. Hero. That's gooood!) He broke into a run as the crowd completely parted and sprang into the air, sailing, seemingly in slow-motion towards the prize (AKA Haruhi) the twins had held between them.

"AAH!" Haruhi cried out as the young hero (HERO!) crashed onto her, bring the both of them sprawled on the floor in a rather awkward position with Tamaki on top of Haruhi. They sat like that for a moment, the usually noisy girls now dead silent as the stared at the, what they thought to be, rather beautiful picture before them.

"...Oh, that is so CUUUUTE!" Renge, who had conveniently popped up from nowhere screamed. As if this were some sort of signal, the rest of the girls in the cafeteria erupted into one loud, high-pitched scream.

"Haruhi! Are you alright?" Tamaki, who had as of yet made no move to get off of the girl, asked, concern evident in his voice. "Those beatly twins didn't do anything to you, did they?"

"Who are you calling beastly? Hikaru asked.

"You're the one who tackled Haruhi in the middle of the lunchroom." Kaoru chimed in.

"Wh- bu- I- I was saving her from you!" Tamaki sputtered.

"Tamaki... Would you please be so kind as to GET OFF OF ME?" Haruhi demanded from underneath him. She shoved him off and made her way to freedom, or rather, the doors of the cafeteria, just as the noise in the cafeteria swelled due to the commotion the twins had began making in their supposed fight.

As she exited, Haruhi could hear enough of the argument to infer that the twins were fighting over 'letting her escape'. 'Ugh.'

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Host Club after school was pretty much uneventful, as it carried on the way the rest of the day had. When Haruhi entered the third music room, she noticed that the twins were taking customers individually, but due to the angst they had been creating all day, still seemed just as popular as always. Kyouya was walking around with his clipboard writing who knows what down, Hunny was surrounded by a bunch of girls and cakes and Mori was sitting with him. They seemed to have less customers than usual, probably because they hadn't yet come up with a plan to win the votes for prom king. That was all fine by Haruhi, she was already tired of this nonsense, and it was only the second day. Tamaki was lounging on a couch in a corner acting cool and casual. However, being the distractable Lord that he was, that immediately changed when he saw Haruhi.

"Haruhi! Haruhi!" he cried, running over to her. "I didn't get to ask you at lunch today! What do you think? Don't I look great?"

"...Sure," Haruhi replied, a blank stare on her face.

Of course, this caused Tamaki to immediately retreat to his corner of despair.

"Tamaki..." Haruhi sighed and went over to him.

"My daughter doesn't like me when I'm being myself."

"..What?"

Tamaki immediately took a gallantly tragic pose. "Yesterday I found that I am truly a rebel at heart! And so I answered my calling, and became a rebel, but YOU don't like me now!"

"I never said that..." Haruhi muttered. "And I really don't think a rebel is who you really are."

Tamaki looked down at her, confusion written all over his face. "You don't? Ah! I see!" He formed his thumb and pointer finger into an L-shape and caressed his chin. "It appears I will have to find another way to win the vote for prom king then!"

"You really shouldn't."

"Oh, but I must! Otherwise those two devils will win my daughter! But don't worry Haruhi! I'll keep you safe from them!"

"Great. Thanks." Haruhi responded in a flat tone. 'Why, why, WHY me?'

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As Kyoya walked home from school, he toyed in his mind with the dillema that had been nagging at him all day: whether or not to participate in trying to become prom king. Well, really he had been trying to delay the inevitable, as he already knew what he had to do. The prom king and queen contests were, after all, a popularity contest above all else. Both his brothers had been king once in their high school careers.

He sighed. Now all he had to do was figure out a way to win, without resorting to the antics the others had picked up. He continued to think on this until he had reached the walkway up to his house. When he got there his thoughtful look changed into a wicked smile. It was obvious after all. All he had to do was make it so that the votes were so spread out among the others that he won. Last year he had come in second. If the girls who ordinarily would have voted for Tamaki voted for someone else, he would win.

As it currently stood, Kyoya guessed the votes were spread most evenly among Tamaki and the twins. Which meant he had to make Hunny and Mori more popular. And he knew exactly what to do.

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End chapter! Please review? This chapter may not be as funny as the last one, but I promise I will try better!