Birthday Pressie!
Title: "Who's Your Lucky Card?"
Characters: Haruhi, Ranka
Pairing: none
Word Count: 2,850
Rating: PG
Summary: Ranka is worried that Haruhi is growing up too fast. To make an effort to spend more time with her, he invites her to attend a concert. But she declines, saying that she’s not interested in it at all. Or is she?
Notes: Kinda OOC and AU-ish.
And I apologize for any brain damage caused by reading of said fic. Something about it makes me cringe. Yays for a rushed job. (wince) And it feels like it’s missing a lot of things too. (frowns)
Beware of major OOC and AUness. And impossible things happening. XD
Thanks to sciathan_file for helping me with the ideas/names.
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It really depended on the situation. Really. Because between everyday occurrences of improbable things happening and the chaotic mess known as Life, no one was really sure if the people around them were going crazy or whatnot.
Circumstance
"Who’s Your Lucky Card?"
By Hikagi
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There were rumors that an exclusive band was going to visit the town. The reactions from people at work varied from highly skeptical, disbelief, and ill-contained excitement.
Haruhi fidgeted and tried to keep her fingers occupied instead of playing around with her ponytail. She was getting a headache trying to shut out all the shrieks and whispers that vibrated through the walls of her office.
Really, she didn’t see what all this fuss was about. The rumors were hindering her work and preventing anything from getting done. And she didn’t see what there was to get excited over either.
A few months ago, a relatively unknown group called Lucky Card performed at a local charity concert and announced their presence to the world. Their attire was a little strange, to say the least, but their music was very catchy and wonderfully arranged. After a few small, informal performances, they made their first real debut in Tokyo at a gathering intended to bring attention to undiscovered talents.
What made them an instant hit was that all of their players were talented and good-looking.
What made their popularity soar was that they were all talented, good-looking men.
Boy-band.
From that point on, word spread quickly, mostly through the mouths of fangirls.
Apparently, the members of Lucky Card used stage names and did not offer up any personal information to the public. After their concerts, they didn’t stick around to sign posters or autograph shirts. They hadn’t made a CD album yet, even though they had plenty of songs to do so.
It made their merchandise all the more rare and valuable.
It didn’t hurt that their clothes were fashionable and fit the general card theme. The predominant colors present were red, black and white with a little variety depending on each band member.
Some of the higher-bred fans commented that the style was very reminiscent of Hitachiin Yuzuha, but most others were unfamiliar with that name, or wrote it of as a near impossibility. After all, why would a famous fashion designer want to tailor clothes for a group of young musicians?
The sheer lack of productivity made Haruhi just want to go home to get away from all the gossip.
Her workplace was beginning to resemble Ouran a little too much for her tastes. Libraries were meant for studying, and offices were made so that people could work!
She glanced at the clock and noted that it was fifteen minutes until closing time.
‘Today is Thursday,’ she said to herself in order to fight off the headache as she brushed the imaginary dust off of her suit jacket and skirt. ‘Today is Thursday. Tomorrow is Friday. Just a quarter of an hour to go…’
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Haruhi turned off the kitchen faucet when she heard the sound of jingling keys and the front door being unlocked.
“I’m home,” a voice called from the entranceway. This was followed by a series of shuffling noises and the door slamming shut.
“You’re back early, today,” she responded as she dried her hands on her apron and left the kitchen. “I thought you said you’d be working late on Fridays, Tou-san. It’s only one in the afternoon.”
Ranka - hair accessories, makeup, stunning outfit and all - chuckled in amusement, bringing up a sleeve to cover his mouth.
“Just thought I’d surprise you,” he enunciated, wagging his finger and tilting his head in time to each syllable.
Haruhi looked at him with a flat stare, a little apprehensive. “What kind of surprise?” The last time her father had sprung up any news on her, it had not been a pleasant experience. She was almost loathed to find out what sort of adventure he would come up with this time, and she hoped that it wasn’t something ridiculous. That one Roberia incident from a few years ago wasn’t completely erased from mind yet, and she had no desire to repeat anything of that sort.
“My dear, you say this with a hint of mistrust in your voice! After all, I got out of the tranny bar early just for you!”
Ranka winked and made his way to his bedroom to change. Haruhi sighed and picked up after her father, noting that the man had gone shopping on his way home. She reminded herself to buy the few things that he had forgotten the next time she went to the supermarket.
Thirty minutes later, after Ranka had showered and Haruhi finished preparing lunch, they sat down and continued the conversation from where they had left off.
“What kind of surprise did you have in store?”
“A surprise is supposed to be a surprise!”
She tried not to roll her eyes. “You’re going to tell me anyway, so you might as well say it now.”
“Haruhi-chan,” Ranka said, amusement apparent in his voice. “Always the straight-forward lawyer, I see.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
He didn’t answer, and Haruhi wondered if he was purposely avoiding the question. She was startled when Ranka suddenly dove forward and caught her hand.
“My beautiful daughter,” he said with tears in his eyes, “is all grown up! I can’t believe that it’s been over two decades since you came into this world! Oh Kotoko, what am I going to do when she leaves?”
“Tou-san!” Haruhi panicked, trying to calm down his wailings. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”
“But what if you’re leaving soon?”
“The only way I’d be leaving is if a business trip comes up.”
Ranka sighed in defeat, letting the topic go as he did the same with his daughter’s hand. “We hardly spend any more time together.”
Haruhi set her chopsticks down and tilted her head to one side. “Is this what it’s about?”
He gave a dismissive sort of wave with his hands. “Sort of. I was thinking that we could do something tonight.”
“Like what?”
“I hear that there’s a new band in town. Lucky Card, or something. One of my coworkers told me that they’re holding a concert tonight. You want to go? I hear they’re all the rage.”
Haruhi shook her head. This was what she had been hoping to escape from when she had left work yesterday. News, rumors, gossip, or nonsense about Lucky Card. She really didn’t care to know.
“Not interested.”
“Why?”
“Would you be able to get tickets at the last minute?”
“Good point.”
“Besides, I’ve got something planned with the Club.”
“You’re not in high school anymore.”
“I know, I know. But they like to get together every week or so. That’s why I asked for Fridays off from the office.”
“Hmm. What do you kids do on these gatherings, anyway?”
He already knew most of what was going on because Kyouya kept in touch every once in a while. But sometimes Ranka couldn’t help but feel that he was withholding just a little bit of information.
“Nothing much. We talk, play a few games, you know. Sometimes we go to the beach, or one of their resorts.”
“Ah. So my plans are ruined.”
“We could still go out shopping. I have a few hours before they’re supposed to pick me up.”
They resumed eating again, and Haruhi was relieved that her father didn’t press the issue any further.
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“Haru-chan, Haru-chan!”
“Let’s go, Haruhi!”
“Everyone’s waiting for you!”
“We’re going to be late!”
Haruhi waved at the former members of the Host Club, signaling that she had heard.
“I’m going now, Tou-san. Most likely, we’ll be going to dinner at one of their hotels or something.”
“You take care.”
“I will.”
Haruhi left the apartment wearing a simple but elegant dress, her hair in a loose braid and light makeup on her face. She walked down the steps with her head held high, a purse in one hand and a jacket in the other. But the most important thing Ranka noticed was the smile on her face as someone ushered her into the car.
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A car pulled up towards the sidewalk and the driver’s window rolled down. Ranka was greeted with a familiar face.
“Man, thanks for coming out on such a late notice.”
“Oh, it wasn’t a problem,” Ranka said, smiling. “I was free this evening anyway.”
He got in the passenger’s seat and they drove off, leaving the apartment complex behind them.
“So how did you get the tickets anyway?” Ranka asked, as he fiddled with the contents in his purse.
“A friend of mine got sick this morning, so he gave them to me instead. And since you seemed interested about this band yesterday, I thought, ‘Why not?’”
“That’s so thoughtful of you.”
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“Wow,” Ranka whistled as they edged their way towards their seats, bumping into a number of people in the process. “It’s really crowded here.”
“Of course,” his friend responded. “They’re getting more popular with each concert.”
Eventually, they found their spots amongst the pushing, impatient fans. It was a little towards the right, but at least it was close enough so that they could see the stage clearly.
Ranka supposed that it was a good thing that the majority of the fans were girls, though, because he could see above their heads.
“So,” he nudged his coworker as they sat down to rest their feet. “What are the members like?”
“I was waiting for you to ask! As you know, they’re all very good-looking men. They’re said to be a six-man band, but sometimes fans see them in the company of a few more individuals. They mostly figure the extra people to be supporting cast or whatnot.”
Ranka pushed him for more details. “And?”
“Apparently at one point or another, everyone takes turns at singing, aside from the main vocalist. They also say that their names were derived from the trump deck.” (1)
“Really?”
Well, that wasn’t too surprising. The band name, after all, hinted so much.
“It’s starting,” someone whispered excitedly. “There they are!”
Ranka watched as the six people made their way across the stage. They were met with much enthusiasm from the crowd, and he couldn’t help but anticipate what the rest of the concert was going to be like. His coworker continued talking during the band’s entrance.
“That one is Shaaru. He plays the keys.” (2)
“Keys?”
“Short for electric keyboard. The next one is the acoustic guitarist. His name is Burakku.” (3)
“That one over there is the center is Eisu. He mostly sings and plays the tambourine. Sometimes he takes up other small, side percussion instruments like the rhumba shakers or djembe.” (4, 5)
“Djembe?”
“Don’t ask me. I’m just telling you what I’ve heard from the others. The one behind Eisu is Hekkutaa, the drummer. You can hardly see him at this angle, though.” (6)
“The next one is Reddo on the electric guitar.” (7)
Ranka nodded in appreciation. “Hey, not a bad looking one.”
“Yup. And the one furthest on the left is Raansu, the bassist.” (8)
“He’s kinda cool too.”
“They say there’s at least one more person who goes by the name of Paresu. Some think that he’s their main mixer, but I could be wrong.”
“Paresu?” he blinked. “Like the castle?” (10)
His friend shrugged, bringing up his hands and shaking his head as a gesture. “Not sure. That’s just a rumor.”
“Hmm.” Ranka thoughtfully tapped his chin as his gaze traveled over the stage again.
“What’s wrong?”
“Huh? Oh, nothing much. I was just thinking about something.”
He was rewarded with a nudge to his ribs. “Eh, worried about your daughter, are you?”
Ranka laughed. “Is it that obvious?”
“I’ve known you for too long, is all.”
He sighed, thinking back to the earlier conversation in the apartment. “I was hoping that I’d be able to do something like this with her.”
“Don’t worry,” his friend reassured, patting him across the back. “You’ve still got all the time in the world. For now, let’s just enjoy the show.”
As if on cue, the stage lit up brighter and all the members of Lucky Card stepped up to their mikes.
Burakku spoke first, addressing the people in the audience. “Welcome, minna-san! How is everyone tonight?” The crowd cheered back a response, and it took more than a few seconds for everyone to calm down. “Really? That’s good to hear!”
He stepped back as Reddo, Eisu, Hekkutaa and Raansu delivered their own lines after one another, making their speeches seem effortless.
“We’re Lucky Card! Please lend us your support!”
“We’d like to thank all of our fans and patrons for making this all possible.”
“And don’t forget to cheer us on!”
“We hope you enjoy our songs.”
They all waited as the cheers grew louder and subsided again. Finally, Shaaru leaned forward and shouted over the crowds.
“Everyone here has worked hard for this day! So won’t you tell us? Who’s your lucky card?”
Apparently, his last line was the cue to begin because the drummer counted off on his sticks and all the instruments came in on the next downbeat, making the speakers surge with the sudden output of sound.
But Ranka didn’t really pay attention to any of this, because that last member had made him go still.
Oh, he remembered that voice. And that posture. And all the things Kyouya had relayed to him back in Haruhi’s high school days.
“Who’s your lucky card?” sounded almost exactly like Tamaki-kun’s notorious trademark, “What is your type?”
Ranka glowered from his seat as the band members’ faces all lined up and matched everyone in the Host Club. They all had wigs and makeup on, so it was a little difficult recognizing them at first. He noted that Kyouya wasn’t on stage, but a quick look towards the mixers confirmed that the Ootori was indeed present and involved with the band.
But who was Eisu? The only other person who had been in the club had been Haruh-…
After this concert was over, he was going to have a Talk with the Lucky Card…
Fin.
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Author’s Notes:
Like I said, impossible things happening. For one, Haruhi actually singing (and being able to do so) onstage. For another, no one recognizing any of them (besides our dear Ranka). Also, none of their families finding out about their activities or protesting against such a “hobby” - except maybe the twins’ mother, who provided their costumes. Lastly, the formation of the band itself. XD
Whatever. Is insanity a good enough excuse?
1. Trump: refers to the standard poker deck.
2. Shaaru: short for Charlemagne. Supposedly represents the King of Hearts.
3. Burakku: Black. Refers to the Black Joker.
4. Eisu: Ace.
5. Djembe: look it up.
6. Hekkutaa: short for Hector of Troy. Supposedly represents the Jack of Diamonds.
7. Reddo: Red. Refers to Red Joker.
8. Raansu: short for Lancelot. Supposedly represents Jack of Clubs.
9. Paresu: short for Pallas Minerva. Supposedly represents Queen of Spades.
10. “Paresu” is also another way of saying “palace”.
Kyouya, Queen of Spades, Paresu, Mixer
Tamaki, King of Hearts, Shaaru, Keys
Hunny, Jack of Diamonds, Hekkutaa, Drums
Mori, Jack of Clubs, Raansu, Bass
Haruhi, Ace of (?), Eisu, Voice
Hikaru, Red Joker, Reddo, Electric
Kaoru, Black Joker, Burakku, Acoustic
Look up meanings and associations if you’d like. I don’t really feel like including them here. As it is, I’m already late on posting this up.
Sorry it’s…(looks at watch)… a few hours late, Chiaza! And I hope this band!Ouran fic is decent enough for you.
x-posted to
ouranhostclub and FFN
~ Ika
Characters: Haruhi, Ranka
Pairing: none
Word Count: 2,850
Rating: PG
Summary: Ranka is worried that Haruhi is growing up too fast. To make an effort to spend more time with her, he invites her to attend a concert. But she declines, saying that she’s not interested in it at all. Or is she?
Notes: Kinda OOC and AU-ish.
And I apologize for any brain damage caused by reading of said fic. Something about it makes me cringe. Yays for a rushed job. (wince) And it feels like it’s missing a lot of things too. (frowns)
Beware of major OOC and AUness. And impossible things happening. XD
Thanks to sciathan_file for helping me with the ideas/names.
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It really depended on the situation. Really. Because between everyday occurrences of improbable things happening and the chaotic mess known as Life, no one was really sure if the people around them were going crazy or whatnot.
Circumstance
"Who’s Your Lucky Card?"
By Hikagi
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There were rumors that an exclusive band was going to visit the town. The reactions from people at work varied from highly skeptical, disbelief, and ill-contained excitement.
Haruhi fidgeted and tried to keep her fingers occupied instead of playing around with her ponytail. She was getting a headache trying to shut out all the shrieks and whispers that vibrated through the walls of her office.
Really, she didn’t see what all this fuss was about. The rumors were hindering her work and preventing anything from getting done. And she didn’t see what there was to get excited over either.
A few months ago, a relatively unknown group called Lucky Card performed at a local charity concert and announced their presence to the world. Their attire was a little strange, to say the least, but their music was very catchy and wonderfully arranged. After a few small, informal performances, they made their first real debut in Tokyo at a gathering intended to bring attention to undiscovered talents.
What made them an instant hit was that all of their players were talented and good-looking.
What made their popularity soar was that they were all talented, good-looking men.
Boy-band.
From that point on, word spread quickly, mostly through the mouths of fangirls.
Apparently, the members of Lucky Card used stage names and did not offer up any personal information to the public. After their concerts, they didn’t stick around to sign posters or autograph shirts. They hadn’t made a CD album yet, even though they had plenty of songs to do so.
It made their merchandise all the more rare and valuable.
It didn’t hurt that their clothes were fashionable and fit the general card theme. The predominant colors present were red, black and white with a little variety depending on each band member.
Some of the higher-bred fans commented that the style was very reminiscent of Hitachiin Yuzuha, but most others were unfamiliar with that name, or wrote it of as a near impossibility. After all, why would a famous fashion designer want to tailor clothes for a group of young musicians?
The sheer lack of productivity made Haruhi just want to go home to get away from all the gossip.
Her workplace was beginning to resemble Ouran a little too much for her tastes. Libraries were meant for studying, and offices were made so that people could work!
She glanced at the clock and noted that it was fifteen minutes until closing time.
‘Today is Thursday,’ she said to herself in order to fight off the headache as she brushed the imaginary dust off of her suit jacket and skirt. ‘Today is Thursday. Tomorrow is Friday. Just a quarter of an hour to go…’
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Haruhi turned off the kitchen faucet when she heard the sound of jingling keys and the front door being unlocked.
“I’m home,” a voice called from the entranceway. This was followed by a series of shuffling noises and the door slamming shut.
“You’re back early, today,” she responded as she dried her hands on her apron and left the kitchen. “I thought you said you’d be working late on Fridays, Tou-san. It’s only one in the afternoon.”
Ranka - hair accessories, makeup, stunning outfit and all - chuckled in amusement, bringing up a sleeve to cover his mouth.
“Just thought I’d surprise you,” he enunciated, wagging his finger and tilting his head in time to each syllable.
Haruhi looked at him with a flat stare, a little apprehensive. “What kind of surprise?” The last time her father had sprung up any news on her, it had not been a pleasant experience. She was almost loathed to find out what sort of adventure he would come up with this time, and she hoped that it wasn’t something ridiculous. That one Roberia incident from a few years ago wasn’t completely erased from mind yet, and she had no desire to repeat anything of that sort.
“My dear, you say this with a hint of mistrust in your voice! After all, I got out of the tranny bar early just for you!”
Ranka winked and made his way to his bedroom to change. Haruhi sighed and picked up after her father, noting that the man had gone shopping on his way home. She reminded herself to buy the few things that he had forgotten the next time she went to the supermarket.
Thirty minutes later, after Ranka had showered and Haruhi finished preparing lunch, they sat down and continued the conversation from where they had left off.
“What kind of surprise did you have in store?”
“A surprise is supposed to be a surprise!”
She tried not to roll her eyes. “You’re going to tell me anyway, so you might as well say it now.”
“Haruhi-chan,” Ranka said, amusement apparent in his voice. “Always the straight-forward lawyer, I see.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
He didn’t answer, and Haruhi wondered if he was purposely avoiding the question. She was startled when Ranka suddenly dove forward and caught her hand.
“My beautiful daughter,” he said with tears in his eyes, “is all grown up! I can’t believe that it’s been over two decades since you came into this world! Oh Kotoko, what am I going to do when she leaves?”
“Tou-san!” Haruhi panicked, trying to calm down his wailings. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”
“But what if you’re leaving soon?”
“The only way I’d be leaving is if a business trip comes up.”
Ranka sighed in defeat, letting the topic go as he did the same with his daughter’s hand. “We hardly spend any more time together.”
Haruhi set her chopsticks down and tilted her head to one side. “Is this what it’s about?”
He gave a dismissive sort of wave with his hands. “Sort of. I was thinking that we could do something tonight.”
“Like what?”
“I hear that there’s a new band in town. Lucky Card, or something. One of my coworkers told me that they’re holding a concert tonight. You want to go? I hear they’re all the rage.”
Haruhi shook her head. This was what she had been hoping to escape from when she had left work yesterday. News, rumors, gossip, or nonsense about Lucky Card. She really didn’t care to know.
“Not interested.”
“Why?”
“Would you be able to get tickets at the last minute?”
“Good point.”
“Besides, I’ve got something planned with the Club.”
“You’re not in high school anymore.”
“I know, I know. But they like to get together every week or so. That’s why I asked for Fridays off from the office.”
“Hmm. What do you kids do on these gatherings, anyway?”
He already knew most of what was going on because Kyouya kept in touch every once in a while. But sometimes Ranka couldn’t help but feel that he was withholding just a little bit of information.
“Nothing much. We talk, play a few games, you know. Sometimes we go to the beach, or one of their resorts.”
“Ah. So my plans are ruined.”
“We could still go out shopping. I have a few hours before they’re supposed to pick me up.”
They resumed eating again, and Haruhi was relieved that her father didn’t press the issue any further.
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“Haru-chan, Haru-chan!”
“Let’s go, Haruhi!”
“Everyone’s waiting for you!”
“We’re going to be late!”
Haruhi waved at the former members of the Host Club, signaling that she had heard.
“I’m going now, Tou-san. Most likely, we’ll be going to dinner at one of their hotels or something.”
“You take care.”
“I will.”
Haruhi left the apartment wearing a simple but elegant dress, her hair in a loose braid and light makeup on her face. She walked down the steps with her head held high, a purse in one hand and a jacket in the other. But the most important thing Ranka noticed was the smile on her face as someone ushered her into the car.
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A car pulled up towards the sidewalk and the driver’s window rolled down. Ranka was greeted with a familiar face.
“Man, thanks for coming out on such a late notice.”
“Oh, it wasn’t a problem,” Ranka said, smiling. “I was free this evening anyway.”
He got in the passenger’s seat and they drove off, leaving the apartment complex behind them.
“So how did you get the tickets anyway?” Ranka asked, as he fiddled with the contents in his purse.
“A friend of mine got sick this morning, so he gave them to me instead. And since you seemed interested about this band yesterday, I thought, ‘Why not?’”
“That’s so thoughtful of you.”
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“Wow,” Ranka whistled as they edged their way towards their seats, bumping into a number of people in the process. “It’s really crowded here.”
“Of course,” his friend responded. “They’re getting more popular with each concert.”
Eventually, they found their spots amongst the pushing, impatient fans. It was a little towards the right, but at least it was close enough so that they could see the stage clearly.
Ranka supposed that it was a good thing that the majority of the fans were girls, though, because he could see above their heads.
“So,” he nudged his coworker as they sat down to rest their feet. “What are the members like?”
“I was waiting for you to ask! As you know, they’re all very good-looking men. They’re said to be a six-man band, but sometimes fans see them in the company of a few more individuals. They mostly figure the extra people to be supporting cast or whatnot.”
Ranka pushed him for more details. “And?”
“Apparently at one point or another, everyone takes turns at singing, aside from the main vocalist. They also say that their names were derived from the trump deck.” (1)
“Really?”
Well, that wasn’t too surprising. The band name, after all, hinted so much.
“It’s starting,” someone whispered excitedly. “There they are!”
Ranka watched as the six people made their way across the stage. They were met with much enthusiasm from the crowd, and he couldn’t help but anticipate what the rest of the concert was going to be like. His coworker continued talking during the band’s entrance.
“That one is Shaaru. He plays the keys.” (2)
“Keys?”
“Short for electric keyboard. The next one is the acoustic guitarist. His name is Burakku.” (3)
“That one over there is the center is Eisu. He mostly sings and plays the tambourine. Sometimes he takes up other small, side percussion instruments like the rhumba shakers or djembe.” (4, 5)
“Djembe?”
“Don’t ask me. I’m just telling you what I’ve heard from the others. The one behind Eisu is Hekkutaa, the drummer. You can hardly see him at this angle, though.” (6)
“The next one is Reddo on the electric guitar.” (7)
Ranka nodded in appreciation. “Hey, not a bad looking one.”
“Yup. And the one furthest on the left is Raansu, the bassist.” (8)
“He’s kinda cool too.”
“They say there’s at least one more person who goes by the name of Paresu. Some think that he’s their main mixer, but I could be wrong.”
“Paresu?” he blinked. “Like the castle?” (10)
His friend shrugged, bringing up his hands and shaking his head as a gesture. “Not sure. That’s just a rumor.”
“Hmm.” Ranka thoughtfully tapped his chin as his gaze traveled over the stage again.
“What’s wrong?”
“Huh? Oh, nothing much. I was just thinking about something.”
He was rewarded with a nudge to his ribs. “Eh, worried about your daughter, are you?”
Ranka laughed. “Is it that obvious?”
“I’ve known you for too long, is all.”
He sighed, thinking back to the earlier conversation in the apartment. “I was hoping that I’d be able to do something like this with her.”
“Don’t worry,” his friend reassured, patting him across the back. “You’ve still got all the time in the world. For now, let’s just enjoy the show.”
As if on cue, the stage lit up brighter and all the members of Lucky Card stepped up to their mikes.
Burakku spoke first, addressing the people in the audience. “Welcome, minna-san! How is everyone tonight?” The crowd cheered back a response, and it took more than a few seconds for everyone to calm down. “Really? That’s good to hear!”
He stepped back as Reddo, Eisu, Hekkutaa and Raansu delivered their own lines after one another, making their speeches seem effortless.
“We’re Lucky Card! Please lend us your support!”
“We’d like to thank all of our fans and patrons for making this all possible.”
“And don’t forget to cheer us on!”
“We hope you enjoy our songs.”
They all waited as the cheers grew louder and subsided again. Finally, Shaaru leaned forward and shouted over the crowds.
“Everyone here has worked hard for this day! So won’t you tell us? Who’s your lucky card?”
Apparently, his last line was the cue to begin because the drummer counted off on his sticks and all the instruments came in on the next downbeat, making the speakers surge with the sudden output of sound.
But Ranka didn’t really pay attention to any of this, because that last member had made him go still.
Oh, he remembered that voice. And that posture. And all the things Kyouya had relayed to him back in Haruhi’s high school days.
“Who’s your lucky card?” sounded almost exactly like Tamaki-kun’s notorious trademark, “What is your type?”
Ranka glowered from his seat as the band members’ faces all lined up and matched everyone in the Host Club. They all had wigs and makeup on, so it was a little difficult recognizing them at first. He noted that Kyouya wasn’t on stage, but a quick look towards the mixers confirmed that the Ootori was indeed present and involved with the band.
But who was Eisu? The only other person who had been in the club had been Haruh-…
After this concert was over, he was going to have a Talk with the Lucky Card…
Fin.
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Author’s Notes:
Like I said, impossible things happening. For one, Haruhi actually singing (and being able to do so) onstage. For another, no one recognizing any of them (besides our dear Ranka). Also, none of their families finding out about their activities or protesting against such a “hobby” - except maybe the twins’ mother, who provided their costumes. Lastly, the formation of the band itself. XD
Whatever. Is insanity a good enough excuse?
1. Trump: refers to the standard poker deck.
2. Shaaru: short for Charlemagne. Supposedly represents the King of Hearts.
3. Burakku: Black. Refers to the Black Joker.
4. Eisu: Ace.
5. Djembe: look it up.
6. Hekkutaa: short for Hector of Troy. Supposedly represents the Jack of Diamonds.
7. Reddo: Red. Refers to Red Joker.
8. Raansu: short for Lancelot. Supposedly represents Jack of Clubs.
9. Paresu: short for Pallas Minerva. Supposedly represents Queen of Spades.
10. “Paresu” is also another way of saying “palace”.
Kyouya, Queen of Spades, Paresu, Mixer
Tamaki, King of Hearts, Shaaru, Keys
Hunny, Jack of Diamonds, Hekkutaa, Drums
Mori, Jack of Clubs, Raansu, Bass
Haruhi, Ace of (?), Eisu, Voice
Hikaru, Red Joker, Reddo, Electric
Kaoru, Black Joker, Burakku, Acoustic
Look up meanings and associations if you’d like. I don’t really feel like including them here. As it is, I’m already late on posting this up.
Sorry it’s…(looks at watch)… a few hours late, Chiaza! And I hope this band!Ouran fic is decent enough for you.
x-posted to
ouranhostclub and FFN
~ Ika