So, my first fanfiction! Right now I'm rating it T based on language, but it will most likely turn M. All comments and criticisms are accepted and welcome. Let's hope this turns out! ^_^
Box-Cutters, Guns, and the Host Club
The boys and girls of the spectacular Ouran Academy stopped their daily lives and gawked at the black-clad, 5'10" hottie stalking through the hallways.
"'Scuse me ma'am, but do you know where I can find the Ouran Host Club?" the boy said with a flirtacious smirk.
The young first year girl turned to mush from his voice.
"T-the third m-music room."
"Thanks, Babe." And with that, he continued on his path to the music room.
"We'll be expecting some rather… unusual guests today." Kyoya remarked disinterestedly, to Tamaki.
"Oh! Who are they?" Tamaki exclaimed happily.
Kyoya just flipped his infamous notebook shut and, in a slightly amused tone, replied "You'll know when you see them." Smirking at some unknown fact, Kyoya made Tamaki slightly uneasy.
The door burst open loudly, the knobs colliding with the walls, scuffing them. They revealed a pale boy, with a slight dangerous look about him, considering the inordinate number of piercings covering his ears and eyebrow.
"This the Host Club?" the boy questioned to no one in particular, with his slight Osakan dialect.
The customers stared uneasily at him; he was after all wearing sunglasses in a building.
"Yes…it is. Uhhh…And who might you be?" Tamaki was unsure about this guy.
"I'm-" the emo-stereotyped boy was interrupted by the sound of gunfire. All eyes in the room fell on a young girl holding a pistol towards the ceiling.
"This is the Host Club, correct?" she sneered. Kyoya immediately face-palmed.
"Put down your weapon!" Tamaki shrieked.
"I'm not gonna li-" the girl's retort was cut short when Mori towered over her, snatching the offending weapon and holding it above her head. "Give that back, you little prick!" the scowling girl screamed.
The black haired boy scoffed, "Who are you calling little, you fuckin' harpy…wow, a harpy with a gun."
"Shut the hell up! My fight is with Mari-san!"
"It's Mori." interjected a brave Tamaki. The girl's icy glare fell on the tall, blonde 'King'.
"Tamaki, these are our guests I told you about. Third year, Gin Yatsugi and second year, Ayame Yakuza. It's a pleasure to meet you both." Gin pushed past Kyoya, straight to Haruhi.
"Hey beautiful, how you doin'?" he said with a cocky smile.
"…Uhhh…Well-" Haruhi was silenced by an enraged Tamaki shouting,
"Stay away from my little girl, you bastard!" Ayame quickly grabbed the blonde.
"He's mine, precious." she said pushing him back. By the time Tamaki snapped out of his angry stupor, he noticed all the customers had scurried out at the mention of the name Yakuza.
"Would you mind, please, refraining from violence?" Kyoya asked feigning politeness.
"Whatever, four eyes." Ayame and Gin stated in unison. Kyoya's eye twitched, unnoticed to everyone around him.
"Why don't you tell us why you're here." Kyoya smiled, hiding his agitation.
"As you wish, my dear Watson." Ayame snickered.
*************two long explanations later***************
"So you're here because you made some sort of deal with mommy." Tamaki stated, pointing a slender finger at the auburn haired girl known as Ayame.
"If by mommy you mean Kyoya, then yes my precious." she replied coolly, referring to him by the same nickname she had used earlier.
"And you're here as a punishment for detention?" Tamaki's voice rose at the end, half asking Gin.
"Yeah. I thought it was gonna be prison, but I guess the jail birds aren't so bad." he grinned, eyeing Haruhi.
"Speaking of jail birds, aren't you just the icing on the cake!" Ayame teased, slowly sliding her hands up Kaoru's thighs, making him blush profusely. Suddenly, a determined hand groped his rear making him squeal in surprise.
"Not bad." Gin examined. He enjoyed hands-on experiences.
"Hey! That sweet piece of ass belongs to me, so unless you wanna pay for it, get your damn hands off of him." Hikaru seethed, defending his younger twin.
"Whatever, Hikari." Ayame simply brushed him off.
"Hikaru!" he corrected, rather aggressively removing her from Kaoru.
"Whatever, it's not like I care."
"Given your family's criminal history, I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't care about anything." Kyoya's subtle insult was accompanied by an all-knowing smile.
"Too bad your police can't prove It." the loud girl pouted.
"Oh, that's right! Your family is part of the Japanese mafia, right?" Tamaki, oblivious to the fact that the only reason he wasn't currently being strangled was due to Mori holding a violent Ayame back, stated.
"So? At least I'm not a creepy pedophile! I mean honestly, what kind of guy calls a girl, only one year younger than him, his daughter?" she spat at the blonde who was currently cultivating mushrooms in a dark corner.
"No one accused Tamaki of being bright." Kyoya, ineffectively, defended his friend.
"Smarter than you!" Ayame retorted, proud of the glare now forming on Kyoya's face. "In fact, I bet Tamaki makes all the decisions, so he must be of higher intellect than you." she continued her verbal onslaught.
"Why don't ya put the claws away, kitten?" Gin's amused laughter brought her out of her happy, triumphant focus.
"Who're you calling kitten?" the fiery redhead's voice took on a dangerous tone.
"Just a stunning girl." Gin quickly recovered himself, sighing with relief as he saw her emerald eyes soften. A light blushed formed on her cheeks as she tried to brush the compliment to the side with her usual 'whatever'.
"Nice save." Hikaru remarked admiringly, "I might just have to forgive you for grabbing Kaoru's ass after that little performance." Gin's face contorted into a mischievous smile as he said,
"You shouldn't." Before the elder twin could question him, he grabbed a good handful of Hikaru's behind. "Hmm….softer than Kaoru's." Gin compared in a daze.
"If the other one is tighter, than this one is the seme!" Ayame exclaimed, all too excited at her 'discovery'.
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Hikaru huffed defiantly. Just then, the tile floor opened up revealing an anxious Renge on the verge of one of her droning speeches.
"Beautiful, isn't it? Two twin brothers, fighting between love and friendship. You must be a fellow fan girl of the forbidden, of the taboo relationship they share! You're just like me!" The speech was clearly directed at Ayame.
"Hn. There's no proof of that." she replied stubbornly, her hair swishing as she redirected her gaze to the side as an attempt at hiding her embarrassment.
"Actually, unlike your criminal activities, I have tracked your online activities. Specifically, the ones involving Fanfiction." Kyoya smiled, knowing he had won. Ayame was quickly reminded of her verbal rival from earlier when Gin burst out,
"Who hasn't been on that site?" Everyone in the room simultaneously jaw-dropped through the floor, except of course the Shadow King already aware of the boy's activities.
