THIS WAS NOT WRITTEN BY ME, It was written by my beautiful bestie NovaStar, as she will be named after she makes a new account. JUST A REMIND I DIDN'T MAKE LITERATURE.
He stretched backwards, discreetly eyeing the other people in the commoner's mall. He knew who he was looking for, but whether or not they would show was a different matter altogether. A half- smile formed on his face when he spotted his "lunch partner". His quick assessment of the young man was not quite what he expected. He thought he would meet a jittery teenager who would be unable to keep a steady gaze. But this young man made eye contact with him swiftly and seated himself across the table from him.
"You called?" He asked indifferently. The young man gave one quick nod. "The order you gave is fairly large, it'll cost you about 10 million ¥." The young man only said, "Money is not an issue. I have more than I know what to do with." He stared at his customer long and hard, admittedly somewhat bewildered by him. "Remember my conditions," he said abruptly. The young man only smiled. "Your conditions are not an issue either. Every student in that school will die, and your target will be one of them."
He pushed his glasses up as he stood and shook the young man's hand. "Your order will arrive a week from today. I'll call to inform you of the details."
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Tamaki had lost his mind, for real this time, Haruhi thought as she watched Tamaki try to prove to the twins that it was possible to brush each individual hair. "See," Tamaki said with a smug grin. He held a strand of honey- blonde hair and ran his comb... Over it? Haruhi wasn't sure which preposition to insert. The twins sniggered as Tamaki, with an ever- present princely smile, went on combing his hair. Haruhi glanced over at Kyoya, who was at his usual table, typing in his laptop and scribbling notes in his little black book. While these activities themselves weren't unusual for Kyoya, the air of concentration around him was more intensely focused then per usual. Haruhi curiously sidled up to him.
"Kyoya- senpai, can I do anything for you?" She asked. Kyoya's eyes darted sideways towards her and then back down at his screen. "Thank you, Haruhi, but I'm fine here. Although... I was going to order a meal for the Host Club tomorrow night, could you ask Mori and Honey what they would like?" Haruhi nodded. "Sure, Kyoya- senpai." As she walked away, she wondered about the strange light in her senpai's eyes as he scanned that little screen..
"Honey- senpai, Kyoya- senpai wants to know what you'd like for dinner tonight. You too, Mori- senpai," Honey clapped his hands with delight and rattled off what must be the sweetest- tasting dishes in Japan, "... With cake for dessert!" Honey cheered. "Yeah. " Mori said gruffly. Haruhi wandered back to Kyoya in a daze and robotically relayed Honey and Mori's preferences. "These damn rich people..." She thought. "Thanks, Haruhi. Oh and I believe I should mention that this party is going to be a bit if a private celebration, so if you could wear a nice dress, that would help immensely, attire- wise." 'Celebration?' Haruhi wondered. "Sure, Kyoya- senpai. But what kind of celebration? What's the occasion?" Kyoya only smiled at her, one of the few genuine smiles from him she'd seen. "I'd rather wait to announce that at the party," he said.
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