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[bossanovakun]

WHO; Kasanoda, Hani, Mori
WHERE; Ouran Courtyard
WHEN; The day of the Bake Off!
WHAT; Joining in

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[temporaryhoney]

To say that Hani was excited about the bake-off would be an understatement. Anything he did with Takashi was fun; if his other friends from the Host Club were involved, it would be that much more fun -- even if they were all competing against each other. He had already spotted the Twins and Haruhi (two excited redheads and one rather bemused looking brunette), as well as Kyouya, Tamaki, and Darya (two looking exciting and ready to bake, one busy with clipboards and setting things up). He and Takashi were the only team of two, but Hani didn't care. They would try their best -- wasn't that the point?!

The short third-year was pulled out of his musings as he was greeted, and Hani's smile grew wider when he saw Kasanoda. Eyes bright with happiness, he waved excited at the younger boy, his clear voice ringing across the short distance between them.

"Bossanova-chan!" he chirped. "Are you here to watch the bake-off?" His head canted to the side slightly, he waited for an answer, rocking on his heals in excitement.

[temp_mori]

Mori had missed the underclassman’s boisterous greeting. He had been too busy looking around and settling on a perfect spot to begin their part of the Bake Off. The job was appointed to him because Hani was much too busy bouncing in excitement at the thrill of the competition and even more at the idea of cakes. It wasn’t that Mori wasn’t excited, it was just that there were jobs needed to be done which usually came down to his responsibility.

At Hani’s cheerful greeting that glittered from the blonde perched on his head-thus, Mori couldn’t have missed it-Mori’s head turned slowly until he spotted the flamboyant redhead stalking through the crowds of gathering students. When the redhead approached, Mori have a nod and a half-grunt, half-osu, in imitation (Perhaps his attempt at friendly humor

[bossanovakun]

Kasanoda blinked at Haninozuka's greeting,then studied the slowly-gathering chaos around him. "Bake ... Off?" he murmured, half to himself, as he spotted Fujioka Haruhi examining a gleaming chrome egg-beater with what seemed to be delighted satisfaction. He caught her eye, and as she beamed at him, he turned away, a hint of colour rising to his face.

"And .. uh ... this Bake-Off," he said, clearing his throat, "the Host Club is taking part, yeah?"

And as his senpais nodded, a strange idea took form in Kasanoda's bright-red head. Here it was: a chance to prove himself to Fujioka Haruhi that he WASN'T just a yankee fashion-loving son of a yakuza lord! Besides gardening, Kasanoda knew one of his driving (albiet very secret) talents was cooking. He could just imagine Haruhi's charming smile as he handed her a box of perfectly-iced cupcakes to her, and blushed at the thought

[temp_mori]

Huh? Well this was an unexpected request, and although Mori definitely didn’t show it, he was somewhat impressed and slightly surprised by the underclassman’s hesitant favor. The dark-haired upperclassman glanced briefly down at his shorter companion. Hani was beaming, and just registering Kasanoda’s request. The blonde opened his mouth excitedly to bounce back a response. Mori also immediately made his decision; he was a deep thinker, but he was also quick, so the answer was already popping into his head and fell off the tip of tongue in another half-grunt half-coherent; “Let’s find a table together

[xking_tamakix]

The hushed whispers from the girls in class 2-A were more than enough for the King to sweep out from classes that day. He would be pouring into the bakeoff every single ounce of knowledge he had in the art of cooking the french way. Tamaki was very determined to win this bake off by any means necessary. It had hurt him deeply to know that his daughter would not let him cook for her every now and again. He was after all, not only the king of the host club but the king of culinary cuisine as well!

Or so everyone would be lead to believe as he strode into the kitchen with a deliberate air of confidence. The truth had to be told inwardly as Tamaki knew that he'd never once stepped foot into a kitchen. The only thing he'd ever prepared in a kitchen had been tea for his mother when she'd been too weak to get out of bed.

His hand was upon the door as he pushed gently. It swung in a broad arc to reveal polished wooden countertops, glistening tile floors and a flurry of kitchen staff milling with bags of various baking ingredients."

[shadowkingu]

So the day that was to come had finally come, and Kyouya was much more prepared for it than he had expected to be days ago when he was fretting over the condition of his laptop and suddenly found himself pulled between a Darya and a Tamaki. He supposed the days spend after school at Tamaki’s home, practicing hundreds of recipes and not really getting anywhere except fooling around until at the very last minute had helped. In that time he had gotten used to not only Darya, but also had learned to once again adjust to Tamaki’s flamboyancy, this time in regard to his calamities in the Kitchen. But, in the end, as everything does, the idea turned out fine, and he even dared to say it was very fun. In fact, he was beginning to adopt the idea of possibly winning this competition, but that didn’t go very far.

“Kyouya!”

At the sound of Tamaki’s grand entrance, Kyouya spared a glance at the blonde before finishing the checking arrangements with the top chef. He tapped the edges of his clipboard thoughtfully, and with a final rap against the

[russianbookworm]

Darya had rushed through the school halls and out the doors, more excited about the bake-off than she thought she would be. Practicing had been fun; she had enjoyed working with Tamaki, who really was quite charming and whose general good mood was quite infectious, even if he was somewhat disastrous in the kitchen. Kyouya was...well, he was Kyouya, but he seemed to be more pleasant to be around when it was just the three of them -- Tamaki's influence, no doubt. At least she felt comfortable around him finally, on top of being intrigued by the glasses-wearing boy. She had to reluctantly admit that she liked him, even after their less-than-cordial initial meetings

[xking_tamakix]

Upon spotting a familiar bob of brown hair, Tamaki's face lit up. All other things went far, far from the blond's mind (even his floral pink apron with decadent lace accent) as he raced through the halls and bounded out to the courtyard. He would protect Haruhi from the Hitachiin's with all his might. Apron sailing in the wake of his strides, Tamaki arrived at the edge of crowd. The crowd that was starting to gather for the bake off hadn't realized he'd arrived until a female student turned around and gasped, "Tamaki-san!"

The crowd parted as the Host Club King chased after Haruhi and made a sorry attempt at bear-hugging the girl. Or... at least that was the intention before Darya's voice stopped him in midstride, arms opened wide in an attempt to hug his daughter.

"Tamaki-san, Kyouya-san. Ready?" came to his ears as that ever confident smirk fell easily upon his face.

"Darya-san," he lilted. "I am always ready for anything and everything. Baking comes as naturally to me as playing the piano."

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{Closed!! Please move into separate threads for each team ;; time should be about 20 minutes later}