Bonding Time

Tamaki was stumped. He wanted to have another bonding weekend, but it needed to be new and exciting. He had hinted at the possibility, but none of the other Host Club members seemed to be enthusiastic about the idea. When he then brought possible activities to the table, everything he presented was shot down as "boring" and "we already did that." Of course, most of the protests had come from the twins, but the rest of the club did nothing to encourage spending time together.

He wandered down the halls of Ouran High School, his footsteps echoing in the now empty halls. Everyone was gone for the day. A black flash moved in the hall ahead of him. Tamaki paused and watched. A head poked around the corner, turned his way and then withdrew. Nekozawa.

Belzeneff peaked around the corner and motioned Tamaki over. Panic filled him, but he did as directed. He didn't want to be cursed again.

"Suoh, I hear you're looking for an adventure," Nekozawa said as he rounded the corner. Tamaki sweatdropped.

"I haven't told anyone outside the Host Club meeting this afternoon. How do you know?" Tamaki asked.

"I have my ways." Nekozawa chuckled deeply. "Now, I have a proposition for you. It's just a bit of magic to share with you and your club for helping Kirimi."

"No. No magic." Tamaki took a step back only to be grabbed by Nekozawa's servants and drug after their master. The Host King struggled, but was unable to get loose. Nekozawa walked into the Black Magic Club. The servants threw Tamaki after him and slammed the door. Tamaki beat against the door to no avail.

"You need to sit down to hear my proposal. Belzeneff has already claimed it as one of my top ten ideas this year." Tamaki turned around to see Nekozawa sitting in a high-backed black chair. In front of Nekozawa's chair was a small three-legged stool. Tamaki slinked to the stool and sat down, ready to start screaming for help if necessary.

"What is your idea, Nekozawa?" Tamaki choked out.

"No one wants to participate in your adventures because they are so ordinary. What if you could make them extraordinary . . . even magical?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if you could take everyone into your mind? Anything you could imagine would be there. Cakes the size of mountains. Fashion changes at the blink of an eye. Even saving the damsel in distress."

"Tell me more . . ." Tamaki leaned forward excitedly. Saving his Haruhi would ensure she stayed with her daddy forever.

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Kyoya picked up Tamaki's teacup and sniffed it. He raised an eyebrow at his best friend, then put the cup back down.

"I told you I'm not drunk, Kyoya. Nekozawa can make it so that anything I imagine can come true. The best part is, no matter how dangerous, no one gets hurt."

"So how did he talk you into this?" Kyoya asked. Tamaki actually talking to Nekozawa was a stretch, but to actually agree to this lunacy was quite another thing.

"The damsel in distress," Tamaki muttered, looking away from Kyoya.

"You want to save Haruhi?"

"Well, that and I can imagine her in any clothes I want and take her anywhere, real or imagined."

"Good luck convincing everyone to do this when you are the only one to get a benefit from it."

"What do you mean, Kyoya?"

"You get the girl. The rest of us are . . . how did you say it . . . the homosexual supporting cast? Be sure you think this through before you explain it to everyone, Tamaki." Kyoya went back to his desk and opened his laptop. He didn't dare look Tamaki in the eye. His best friend could read him like a book. Kyoya had entertained the idea of approaching Haruhi about being more than friends. The idiot didn't realize how hard it was for him not to go after her like he wanted. He wondered if Tamaki would appreciate his sacrifice.

"You're right, Kyoya. I need to make sure it's fun for everyone." Tamaki's eyes sparkled in excitement as he pulled out a notebook and started jotting down ideas.

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The Host Club stared at their king in shock. He actually believed this could happen. Haruhi muttered something about idiots believing anything and started gathering her books.

"Well, the least we can do is try. If it fails, no one gets hurt. If it succeeds, we could have a lot of fun." Tamaki looked at the club with his puppy dog eyes. Haruhi and the twins groaned.

"Stop that, boss," Hikaru said.

"We don't want to go into your imagination," Kaoru added. "It all centers around Haruhi anyway. What if we want to do something different?"

"We can take turns creating adventures until the spell wears off." Tamaki said. He was glad Kyoya had brought up benefits for the rest. That was the only reason they hadn't left immediately upon hearing his brilliant idea.

"I need to get home," Haruhi said, pulling her pack over her shoulder. "I'll see you Monday."

"You can't leave until the club makes a decision, Haruhi," Kyoya said, his glasses glinting a warning in case she attempt to escape.

"We've already pointed out that this is impossible. Why waste time discussing it further, Kyoya-senpai?"

"But Haruhi," Tamaki ran up to her and hugged her, "This might be the only time I can truly be your daddy." Kyoya thought about walking up and smacking Tamaki on the back of his blond head. How could someone be that oblivious? Haruhi was breathing heavily, trying her hardest not to say something to send him off to his mushroom patch.

"Why don't we think it over and meet here tomorrow?" Kyoya suggested. "Nekozawa intends to hear our answer then, anyway." Everyone nodded and started filing out of the door slowly.

"You can let me go now, Tamaki-senpai," Haruhi said.

"Don't you want daddy to take you home?"

"Daddy had a meeting with the chairman three minutes ago," Kyoya pointed out as he pushed his laptop into its bag.

"Mommy, I'm late," Tamaki squealed as he ran out the door.

"And there he goes," Kyoya said softly to himself, picking up the rest of his belongings.

"Do you really think it's possible, Kyoya-senpai?" Haruhi didn't turn to look at him. It seemed too incredible and Tamaki-senpai was willing to believe anything that brought his family closer together.

"It doesn't really matter what I think. However, if you don't show up tomorrow, he'll be very upset. Perhaps even enough to come to your apartment." Kyoya paused, waiting while Haruhi pieced together what that would entail. He heard her sigh and knew she'd be here.

"What time again?" she asked.

"Ten o'clock. And wear something comfortable." Haruhi nodded and left, closing the door behind her.

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"Have you got it, Kaoru?" Hikaru peaked over his twin's shoulder.

"I found dad's stash and took a few more." Kaoru held up a stack of magazines for his brother to look at. Each featured buxom beauties with little or nothing on. A few pictures bordered on the obscene.

"This is going to be fun," Hikaru high-fived Kaoru.

"Yeah, if we spend all night showing him these, can you imagine what he'll think of Haruhi when we mention these?"

"He'll be so embarrassed and if Haruhi finds out, she'll be mad at him."

"And that gives us more time to play with our toy while he wallows in the corner." The brothers nodded at each other and moved out of their room, yelling to the maids that they'd be spending the night at the Suoh residence.

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Hands were touching her. Haruhi shuddered and fought to keep her eyes closed. It felt so good to have his hands on her, making her skin tingle . . . Making her want him more than any man she had ever met.

"Look at me," his deep voice held the same desire she felt. She opened her eyes to his above her like she had many times before. His eyes looked so much better without glasses. He continued touching her, forcing her to endure the pleasure he brought her. She felt it coming and screamed his name as the orgasm took over her body.

Haruhi opened her eyes to the dark room, glad her father was working late. She could hear herself breathing hard as her heart pounded in her chest and her body came down from the intense pleasure from her dream. She forced herself to get up, even though she felt weak. She staggered to the bathroom to take a shower.

"Why can't I get him out of my head?" Haruhi asked her flushed face as she looked in the mirror. "Kyoya-senpai, why won't you go away like the others I had a crush on?"

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The Host Club sat in a circle around the short table with candles covering it. Everyone had a separate chair except the twins who insisted on the love seat. Tamaki was sitting as far away from the twins as possible. They were being overly nice to the Host King, which immediately made everyone suspicious.

"No one should have jewelry on," Nekozawa said as he walked around the circle. "You need to be as comfortable as possible. The chairs are so that you don't get hurt in case you twitch or twist."

Haruhi tuned the black-cloaked figure out. It wasn't going to work. She had managed to stay away from Kyoya, but he was suspicious. He'd silently asked her what was wrong with a look, but she just shook her head. There was no way she would tell him about the erotic dreams that frequently visited her or that he starred in them.

Instead, Haruhi forced her thoughts to more mundane concerns that would not provide her embarrassment. What a waste of a Saturday morning, she mentally sighed. She reviewed her grocery list and chores she thought she could still accomplish today after this session. She started feeling like herself.

"Fujioka," Nekozawa's face was inches from her own. "You have to pay attention for this to work."

"You can't really blame her. It is incredibly boring," Hikaru said as Nekozawa whipped around in front of him. "Just saying." Hikaru shrugged his shoulders and stretched to emphasize his point. Kaoru put a hand over his mouth to hide his laughter from the irritated man standing in front of them.

"If you are quite finished being imbeciles, we'll begin." Nekozawa glared at them again. "I won't bother with what you should be careful of since it seems you have no desire to listen." He marked each host's forehead with oil, muttering in a language none of them understood. He then moved next to Tamaki.

"One word of warning, though. I can't guarantee that if you die while you're in Suoh's mind, you won't die out here." Nekozawa grinned wickedly and clapped his hands loudly. The protests that had started were immediately silenced as all of the hosts relaxed into unconsciousness.

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