OHSTC - King of the Hyoutei Host Club

Wow, yet another Ouran/Prince of Tennis crossover! There shall be two pairings I focus on, and other side ones. The two main ones shall be Ouran/PoT pairings, and the side ones, well, anything goes, really XD I'm just posting this up because I wanted it to look like I was getting something done, even though I wrote this a while back.

This is just the prologue, so forgive the slow start and the lack of action XD The romance and chaos will ensue soon enough.

I'm not too sure about the mechanics of crossovers - as mine have been mostly from the PoT point of view so far, I posted them all in the PoT section. However, this one will be from both Ouran and PoT points of view, I'm not sure where this should go. I'd be incredibly thankful if someone would care to tell me XD

I own neither Ouran nor Prince of Tennis. It's too bad~.

Thanks to Rain-chan for beta-ing this!

-the beginning-

In one classroom of the prestigious Ouran Academy, things were normal. As normal as things could get in a classroom with three Hosts in it - though really, there were two Hosts and one Hostess.

As per usual, the two Hosts had their arms all over the single uncaring Hostess, who was actually paying attention - or at least, trying to pay attention to the teacher teaching maths. The twins had gotten no less clingy after becoming second-years - they might even have become more so.

'Hey, Haruhi, let's sign up, shall we?' The one on the left spoke up, grinning.

'It'll be fun~!' And then the one on the right. 'And what better way to get out of milord's clutches?'

And then the two chimed, 'Well, we've signed you up already.'

The Hitachiin brothers then slunk away in classic feline fashion back to their respective desks, leaving one Fujioka Haruhi deeply, terribly, and utterly confused.

-tick-

In one classroom of the private Hyoutei Academy, things were normal. As normal as things could get in a classroom with two of the boy's tennis team regulars in it, at least.

As per usual, the two regulars were conspiring - though they would say talking - about what training could be done, since the Nationals had been finished in August, neither of them paying attention to the girls around them who are staring and giggling quietly.

'What do you mean, you've signed us up?' Atobe Keigo asked, absolutely befuddled. Even after knowing Oshitari for so long - the two of them were in the second year of senior high now - Oshitari never ceased to bemuse him.

Oshitari nodded, a scheming smile that meant no good on his face. 'Hasn't it been said that the best way to learn is to teach?'

'What?' Atobe was sure that Oshitari was just being mystifying on purpose, and it wasn't appreciated. At all.

'It'll be fine. It's not during tennis season.'

Oshitari then returned to his class work, ignoring Atobe's questions, leaving one Atobe Keigo deeply, terribly, and utterly confused.

-tock-

'So what is this thing you signed me up for?' Haruhi asked for the umpteenth time, not pleased that the twins had been ignoring her query.

'It won't take you away from your studies,' Hikaru replied, rolling his eyes. He slung one arm casually over her shoulder.

Kaoru added, 'So don't worry about it!' He slung his arm over her shoulder as well, so she was neatly sandwiched between them.

The brown-eyed girl sighed. 'How could I not worry about it? The two of you had something to do with it.'

The twins immediately shrunk away, and went into their melodramatic mode.

'Oh, Haruhi, how you wound us!' Hikaru said, holding a hand to his forehead.

'Yes, look at us, so devastated!' Kaoru slumped down next to Hikaru, resting on his knees.

'Just tell me what you've signed me up for!' Haruhi said exasperatedly, making the maths teacher stare at her and Haruhi slink down into her seat, cursing the twins inwardly.

-tick-

'Well, it's a transfer student sort of thing.'

'What? Yuushi-'

Oshitari waved his hand in the air, as if waving away Atobe's worries. 'It's not during tennis season. I just said that, didn't I? It starts in a week, and is one month long. We stay at another school's student's house, and after two weeks, the student that you stayed with lives with you.'

'And why would I want to do this?' Atobe demanded. 'I have better things to be doing-'

Oshitari swiftly interrupted Atobe. 'You have nothing better to do, do you? Ouran has better facilities than Hyoutei, sports-wise, despite having only mediocre players.'

'Better than Hyoutei?' Atobe asked, raising an eyebrow. His father had actually supplied a lot of the money for the tennis facilities, and Atobe was rather proud of them. 'Yuushi-'

'Keigo, Ouran is a school simply for the rich and the prestigious,' Oshitari explained slowly, as if to a stupid child. 'They have families like Suou and Ohtori-'

-tock-

'-while they only have like, you know, that Atobe family. You know, from the Atobe corporation?

Well, they have like, somewhat rich people too,' Hikaru said in a bored tone. He was now playing with Haruhi's hair, looking at it analytically. 'You need a haircut, you know,' he said, digressing, and then added, 'He's pretty well off, I suppose-'

'-but nothing matches up to us, of course, right, Haruhi dear?' Kaoru continued with a grin.

'I don't want some rich kid staying at my place,' Haruhi said, immediately frowning. 'I don't need more people like you telling me how small my apartment is.'

'Well, they'd just be saying the truth,' Hikaru said offhandedly. He started folding a paper airplane out of his maths notes, obviously bored.

Kaoru frowned slightly at his brother's lack of tact, but said cheerfully, 'But then you'd get to stay at their huge house? Wouldn't that be fun?'

'Hitachiin, pay attention!' the teacher reprimanded futilely. Hikaru rolled his eyes and threw his paper airplane across the classroom, hitting one of his classmates.

'And also- ' Haruhi persisted, in a whisper, 'wouldn't it be weird if I went to school showing around a female student when all the other guys would be showing around other guys?'

-tick-

'Of course you'll stay with people of the same gender,' Oshitari said, snorting. And then, with a smirk, he asked, 'Did you want other arrangements, Keigo?'

Atobe rolled his eyes. 'Quiet, Yuushi. I was just wondering.' He had a pen in his hand, and he was absently writing down what Oshitari had told him on a piece of lined paper- and he really should stop because no, he didn't care what Oshitari was saying because he wasn't going to go.

'But the girls at Ouran are supposedly very pretty. Must be the rich upbringing,' Oshitari said, still smirking. 'I, personally, prefer girls with pretty legs, and wouldn't mind staying with one myself.'

'Quiet, Yuushi,' Atobe repeated, frowning, thinking inwardly that it'd be nice if he had some more refined company.

'What, would you prefer boys with pretty legs? I wouldn't care, Keigo. It'd just be less competition for me.'

Though Oshitari was clearly jesting, Atobe still continued to frown. 'How crude can you be?'

Oshitari raised an eyebrow. 'Or rather, how much more of a prude could you be?'

-tock-

'How much more scandalous can you be?' Hikaru asked, stunned.

Haruhi shrugged. 'It's not like I don't put up with boys all the time. It's very unlikely that any boy I'm stuck with will be any more... scandalous, as you put it, than you are.'

Kaoru sighed. 'But we don't live with you.'

'It sure feels like it sometimes,' Haruhi grumbled. She wasn't pleased - she had missed a bit of what the teacher had been saying, and now she'd have to ask somebody for notes. 'You waste far too much of my time. Like you are now. Just take me off the sign-up list!'

'But we can't, Haruhi, that's the thing,' Kaoru said in a mock-depressed voice. 'We actually signed you up for this a while ago.'

'And we paid for you already,' Hikaru chimed in, making Haruhi look furious.

'What?'

'It was a small amount,' Hikaru said, shrugging. 'No big deal.'

'Also, it's non-refundable, Haruhi,' Kaoru appended. 'So if you don't participate...'

-tick-

'You'd just be wasting your father's money.'

'It's not like he wouldn't do that anyway,' Atobe grumbled to himself, thoughts of his father's unneeded purchases of splendours in his mind. Class had just ended, and still Oshitari wouldn't stop bugging him. He wasn't going to get to eat lunch if Oshitari didn't keep making him talk.

'But still - think,' Oshitari said in a low, conspiratorial tone, 'of the tennis courts. Imagine the perfect tennis facilities - and then add some, and then you'd get the Ouran tennis club's facilities.'

Atobe didn't appreciate Oshitari trying to tell him how to think. 'Yuushi-'

'And then you could garner a whole new group of fan girls! Imagine, so many poor girls who haven't known the wonder of Atobe Keigo yet!' Oshitari held a hand to his heart, sighing. 'How sad for them.'

Atobe had to admit that Oshitari's way of thinking seemed amazingly correct, but he wasn't going to admit it. 'Yuushi-'

'Tennis and girls, Keigo. Really, how could anybody resist?'

-tock-

'Why would I want more girls fussing over me?' Haruhi asked, looking confused and a bit sceptical. 'I have enough already.'

Hikaru sighed. 'Really, Haruhi, you always miss the point.'

Kaoru shook his head sadly. 'Yes, always.'

'What?' Haruhi asked. She had been asking a lot of questions this morning.

'There's more to Hyoutei Academy than its girls, you know,' Hikaru said, a conniving grin on his face.

Kaoru said in a careless voice, 'Can you imagine the cafeteria there? Cheap enough that it's affordable for both the richer and the poorer at Hyoutei, but still such wonderful quality of food.' He pushed around the impeccably cooked meal on his own tray in a carefully careless manner.

'I've heard there was ootoro there.' Hikaru closed his eyes, as if savouring the ootoro himself.

Haruhi started paying attention.

'And the money for meals has already been paid, Kaoru!'

'Such a shame that it'll have to go to waste...'

Haruhi gave in.

-tick-

'Fine, I'll go!' Atobe said, grumbling. 'But don't expect me to be happy, Yuushi. It's just because I have nothing better to be doing.'

'Well, of course,' Yuushi said with a condescending leer. 'I believe you.'

'I'll have you know that you look horribly unbecoming right now,' Atobe said with a sniff, which made Oshitari laugh, not affronted at all.

'Resorting to petty insults now, since you know you've lost, Keigo?' Oshitari waved at a couple of girls who were passing their table, making them flush and giggle. Oshitari just had this way.

'Just- just-' Atobe gave up. 'Quiet, Yuushi.' He changed the subject. 'So this starts next week?'

Oshitari nodded, grinning. 'Can't wait, can you?'

'Patience is a virtue, Yuushi,' Atobe said, disdainful. 'Don't group me in with a pervert like you; I can wait just fine.'

'A pervert? Another petty insult. Will you ever run out of them?'

Atobe sighed. He only hoped that later on he wouldn't regret this decision.

-tock-

And in the school that he was going to be spending his time in later, one girl in male uniform was thinking the exact same thing.

-to be continued-

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