Nemui was on her way to the Ouran Host Club, located in the third-floor music room, but her sister Hikaru was hot on her trail. She let out a quiet sigh, closing her eyes as she went up the stairs. It was always like this, Hikaru was constantly trying to convince Nemui to quit going to the host club... but she couldn't, especially now. In the beginning, Nemui started out as a customer, but when her favorite host graduated she eventually felt kind of lost. What reason did she have to go back there? Somehow she had become the manager, it remains a blur to Nemui, who at that time had been extremely heartbroken. Despite her broken heart, she moved along rather well, and she was good at her job. She enjoyed spending time with the boys and it brought a smile to her face knowing that she was needed. Now there was only a lingering ache where the pieces of her broken heart once resided. She was moving on, mending what had been broken, but after loving someone so deeply, she felt as though she was missing something.
"Nemu-chiiii... What if they sexually assault you...?" Hikaru asked, her voice was a low mumble and by her facial expression it was clear that she was displeased with her twin. Looking at the two girls, it wasn't hard to tell that they were identical twins. Nemui, the shy and soft-spoken twin, was dressed in the standard yellow Ouran girl's school uniform, yet Hikaru was wearing the blue and black boy's uniform. Everyone knew that Hikaru was a girl, just like her sister, the little flowers pinned in Hikaru's hair a clear indication, but she absolutely hated the color yellow and the goofy female uniform. She demanded that she be able to wear pants to school, and due to all the feminism rights going about, Hikaru was granted her request. Besides, it would be easier to tell the twins apart if they were wearing different uniforms. It was a win-win situation.
"...T-The Ouran Host Club is more elegant than that!" Nemui stammered, glancing at her sister in disbelief as she struggled to defend the club. The first guy she had ever had a crush on was a host after all, and he had never done anything out of the way. She was now the club's manager, Nemui could not help but feel a sense of duty to defend the club's honor, "1) Good looks that attract the public eye; 2) More wealth than you can imagine; 3) Chivalry that will never be able to overlook the hideous wickedness of this world. That's what makes up the Ouran Host Club." She spoke in a love-struck tone as she recited the host club's attributes, but afterward Nemui returned to her timid nature as she repeated her firm belief that the club's men were not common degenerates. He would have never joined if the club was filled with perverts and creeps. Besides, the guys she currently worked with seemed nice enough, "T-They aren't bad guys Hika-chan..."
"Still doesn't make them good guys either...You trust too easily, Nemu-chii.." Hikaru grumbled following her sister inside of the club, relieved to see that no one was actually hosting just yet. That meant she still had time to make her sister reconsider her stance on the club filled with Ouran's most attractive boys. Hikaru shoved her hands into the pockets of her askew Ouran uniform.
Nemui smiled to the members that were already present, "...H-Hello everyone. I will have today's menu printed out shortly. Please excuse me." she stated with a formal bow before taking a seat in the back concealed from the guests. Nemui quickly opened her laptop and connected it to the expensive high-tech printer. Hikaru let out an annoyed sigh before leaning against the chair that Nemui now occupied as she began taking stock, making sure there would be enough tea and cakes for today's guests, but also marking off items that were out of stock. She printed off the new menus and handed them to Hikaru, "A-At least help us prepare if you're going to follow me around..." Nemui stated, unsure if her sister would comply. Hikaru was the only person she could speak that way to. Hikaru sighed, shaking her head and snatched the day's menus from her sister's hands, taking them to the tables with an irritated grumble. She definitely was not happy to be her older twin's errand boy, but it was a request from her sister all the same. She couldn't say no to Nemui even if she absolutely hated the idea of her being here without her around guys who were making money by flirting with girls.
There was one other girl in the room, Orako-senpai, but the remainder was male. Yamasaki, Risu and Griffin, Albert. Griffin was a senior, the Inoue twin's Senpai, while Yamasaki was a first year, and thus their Kouhai. Hikaru wasn't really concerned about Albert flirting with his sister, but Yamasaki gave off the vibe that he would be the type that would try such a thing. Hikaru returned to her sister's side quickly, like a very protective chuihuahua, "There, you're done. What other reason could you possibly have to stay now? You've managed, job done. We can go now." Hikaru kept her hand on the chair that Nemui sat in as if daring anyone to come close. However Nemui rose from her seat to join the others, checking each of the tables to make sure that everything was ready. She examined sturdiness, checked for nicks or scrapes. If anything was out of order, she wanted to know about it before a customer laid eyes on it. She believed atmosphere was half of the appeal. The hosts were important, but so was the furniture, the tea set, and the overall mood of the room, "E-Eh? Are you ignoring me?" Hikaru responded in a shocked tone, twitching a bit as she followed her sister around like a lost puppy.