The Unpopping of Tamaki Suou

[kotatsu-tono.livejournal.com]

POP!

Takami is used to sound effects accompanying the things he does - thanks to the regular auctions and calendar sales, the Host Club's budget is extravagant even for an Ouran society. He's more familiar, however, with the flutter of harp strings, or cascades of roses, or sparkly little noises to go with real sparkles.

'Pop' is a new one. Perhaps Renge has uncovered some new device within the Music Room. Tamaki opens his eyes.

Tamaki screams.

There is - this is - he is covered in butter! He is in a room full of cabinets full of popcorn! Is this supposed to be their next theme?! What on earth was Kyouya thinking?!

"Kyouyaaaaa!" he wails. "Haruhi! Daddy is very upset! What is going on?!"

((No, he doesn't remember anything about Hogwarts. Come and bug the Idiot Lord of Ouran! XD))

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[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"Daddy? What, knocking up some girl already?" I lean against the doorway, nibbling chocolate. I wonder, just how crazy is he?

[kotatsu-tono.livejournal.com]

Tamaki jumps - stickily - to his feet.

"Haruhi is my child because I have taken her under my wing, teaching her the ways not only of the privileged nobility, but that of the Host! Admittedly Haruhi is a natural rookie, but I protect and oversee her in every aspect of life!" He turns and thrusts an outstretched finger into Mello's face. "I would never do something that would shame girl in that way!"

He gets a little worked up sometimes.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I wonder if I'd catch anything if I bit his hand for shoving it in my face. Meh. I slap his hand away. "So, you're a 'protector,' then." The word is snide. Meddler, fool, incompetent. "It's only a shame if you do not take responsibility," I say blandly. Though, there are other situations that would bring shame. "Is there any particular reason you are covered in butter and just emerged from what appears to be popcorn? Is it a school activity?"

[kotatsu-tono.livejournal.com]

Tamaki misses the snideness of the comment, and instead looks rather taken by the concept. "Protector! Yes - as founder, no, king of our be-knighted Host Club, it is my duty to protect the virtue of our clients! As well as protecting items and persons of beauty," here he tosses his head, "much like the dedicated curator of a museum!"

He stops flailing and posing suddenly to peer at Mello. A sudden thought strikes him. "The leather! The hair! The facial scarring! You would be a perfect sub-category of the devil type!" Tamaki bows low, then offers his hand. "Have you ever considered joining the Host Club?"

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

If I had any chocolate in my mouth, I might have spit it at him. Terrible waste. "Devil type? Host Club?" Never mind he completely missed the first part of my question. "Are you on something?"

[kotatsu-tono.livejournal.com]

"You haven't heard of the Host Club? We're the most popular society in the school!"

Of course, Tamaki means 'Ouran High School', not 'Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry'. Which is fair enough, since he's never heard of Hogwarts.

"Then you must be an exchange student of some kind! Do you know Mitsukuni Haninozuka and Takashi Morinozuka yet?" Because Mello must be a senior, at least.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

Okay, one of us is lost, and I know how to get back to my room. "Okay, let's start from the beginning, then. Who are you and where do you think you are?"

[kotatsu-tono.livejournal.com]

"I am Tamaki Suou!" Tamaki declares, using the western order since this person doesn't appear to be Japanese. He does a little twirl that would be much more impressive with sparkles, but he can make do without. "This is Ouran High School, and I believed myself to be in the Third Music Room, but clearly I am mistaken." A hint of doubt creeps into his voice. "Unless this is our current theme? But as founder of the Host Club I should have been informed! I would have vetoed it immediately!"

Popcorn, no matter how prettily displayed, is neither romantic nor particularly flattering.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. The sign outside the door says 'Popcorn Room,'" I explain dryly. If this guy were any more flamboyant, I'd have to lock him up on general principle. I decide to be a little nice. "I'm Mello."

[kotatsu-tono.livejournal.com]

"A witchcraft theme?" Yeah, Tamaki still hasn't got it. "The Dark Magic Club might not take kindly to that... although we did help Nekozawa-sempai with his sister!" He clicks his fingers. "Perhaps he will even help us pick accessories!"

[i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com]

A's a little more confident about exploring now. Just a little. He has his wand, and he knows a hex, and that reassures him enough, enough to lure him out into the dizzying possibilities of a huge castle to explore, unfettered.

A butter-drenched blond was not something he expected to find. A backs against the wall, uncertain of what to say.

[kotatsu-tono.livejournal.com]

"Welcome!" Tamaki calls, out of sheer force of habit. Welcome to the Popcorn Room? No, that's just silly. "I mean, hello! I am Tamaki Suou, and I believe I may have been kidnapped, and is this really Scotland?" He puts one hand to his chest and bows, not quite as dramatically as he would have if the person who'd stumbled upon him was a girl.

[i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com]

"Scotland," A agrees softly, somewhat taken aback. "I don't know about kidnapped. No one I've talked to said anything about kidnapped." He thinks for a moment. "You might be dead, though."

[kotatsu-tono.livejournal.com]

"Of course I'm not dead! Are you a member of Nekozawa-sempai's group? Oh - of course not, if we're in Scotland. But if I have been kidnapped -" which could totally have happened! "- my friend Kyouya's family has it's own private army! So it won't be long before I'm back at school. And if Kyouya comes with him we can go touring again! Have you see it?" He throws an arm wide, taking in the scenery outside the window.

[i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com]

"Who?" A's not sure which name he's asking about. But the sound of 'a private army' is alarming. "Why does he have an army?"

[kotatsu-tono.livejournal.com]

"A schoolmate of mine. He's president of the Dark Magic Club. And Kyouya is a member of the Ootori family," he says, clearly expecting this to explain everything.

[i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com]

It doesn't explain anything, of course, and A stares at him in blank confusion. But one thing sticks, of course.

"Dark Magic? Is that like hexes? I'm learning hexes."

[kotatsu-tono.livejournal.com]

"Hexes and curses and ghosts - Nekozawa-sempai is fascinated with things like that! It's a shame," Tamaki continues, his face taking on a tragic expression, "because he is physically perfect for the 'prince' type! Even if uninterested in becoming a host, such an appearance is a gift!"

He touches his fingers to his forehead. It really is a tragedy.

[i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com]

"I don't understand," A murmurs, frustrated, trying to piece together what Tamaki means. "Prince? Do you make films? I'm, there's something I'm not getting."

[gourmetchairman.livejournal.com]

So. The Chairman's lost. Sue him.

Also, the mun refuses to post Konata here because Ouran High School Host Club scares her.

He smelled food though, so he must be on the right track...

Then again maybe not. There is a room full of giant popcorn. Oh, and a blond kid on the floor.

[kotatsu-tono.livejournal.com]

Tamaki glances up, then blinks.

"... where am I?" he asks. (The massive amounts of flail have been startled out of him. Momentarily, at least.)

[gourmetchairman.livejournal.com]

Good thing too, if he got butter on the Chairman, there would be hell to pay.

"Scotland," he said evenly, warily eying the young man.

[chaos-blades.livejournal.com]

For almost an hour now, Kratos had been searching for a space wide enough to practice with his blades. He stomped along the hall grumpily, cursing himself for getting stuck in a place so far from home. He was disturbed out of his reverie by a very young man screaming.

He looked in the closest doorway and saw.... a boy covered in butter? He scratched at his bald head for a moment, shocked and confused.

[kotatsu-tono.livejournal.com]

A barbarian! Oh, that would make a good theme. A variation on the tribal idea: headhunters, maybe, or cannibals

Tamaki bounces over to him. There must be a cosplay party happening. "Where did you get your swords? They look so realistic!"

[chaos-blades.livejournal.com]

Realistic? Like he was carry around fake swords. He grabbed one of them off his back and held it out in front of him.

"These were given to me by the God of War, Ares, himself."