A Girl Worth Fighting… With?
Chapter 1- The Introduction
Tamaki's POV
It was a quiet day in the host club, surprisingly enough. I was sitting calmly, talking to a beautiful brunette girl by the name of Shiori Arai. Kyoya was sitting at his desk, clicking away on his laptop. The twins were playing the "Which one is Hikaru Game" with their guests, and Haruhi was setting a cup of tea down in front of her next client. Mori-senpai was up getting another chocolate cake for Hani-senpai, who had finished his strawberry one. That's when it all began.
The door bursts open. The hosts all turn to see a bright blur, heading straight for Mori. He quickly drops the cake platter and throws up his arm, blocking the attack. His hand shoots out to grab onto something, but not quick enough. The other person, which is what the blur appears to be, steps onto his outstretched wrist and vaults up, placing their hands on his head and pushing him down. The person lands, and Takashi's leg shoots out and catches them behind the knees. His opponent goes down hard, slamming against the marble floors. A flash of long blonde hair catches my attention. I look closer to see a thin, muscular girl, dressed in a white t-shirt and studded jean cut-offs, shoving said hair out of her eyes. Her beautiful eyes, dark brown, almost black, are what jolt me into action. As I stride over to their makeshift arena, the girl rises and grabs Mori's arm. She yanks it around her shoulder, so he's made to stand too, and throws him over her back. The stoic senior hits me with such force, I am propelled into the wall behind me. Quite painfully, I might add.
Kyoya's POV
As Tamaki melts off the wall behind me, I clap my laptop shut and stand. I survey the damage. The wall, a table, the cake platter, and a few crushed flowers are all. Not too bad, I think to myself as I stalk towards where the girl, as it were, is offering a hand to Mori-senpai.
"Not too bad, Takashi." She says, pulling him up with ease, "You did better than you usually do."
"Thanks." He says, smiling softly at her.
"Indi-chan!" Hani-senpai's voice announces from behind me, running towards the two.
"Mitskuni!" the girl exclaims, spinning around and grabbing the small senior in her arms and gave him what I could only describe as a bear hug, "How are you? It's been a while!"
"Yeah! Where were you this time, Indi-chan?" he asks, climbing down from her arms and giggling when Mori pats her on the head.
"Greece! But that's a long story that I'll save until everyone stops staring at us." She says, looking around at our guests.
I turn around and glance at the wall clock. It's after time for them to leave anyways. After asking them to leave, telling them we'd see them tomorrow, and shutting the doors behind them, Mori motions for us all to sit down at Tamaki's station, as it is the biggest.
"This is our old friend, Indigo Jones. Her family has been… with… the Morinozuka family for centuries." Hani-senpai explains happily.
"Every time her family had a daughter, they were to marry into my family if there was a son available. The tradition was abolished about the time the servitude tradition was abolished between Mitskuni's family and mine." Mori explains, was a very slight lilt in his voice.
Happiness is becoming of him.
"So now, we're just friends. My family hasn't had anything but boys in a long time, so we haven't been family for many generations." Indigo says.
"You are Japanese though. So where did the blonde hair come from? The surname?" I ask.
"Back to my great, great grandfather, my family has married Americans. That's where I was born, in Nevada to be specific, on a trip across the states. But we soon came back here and I was introduced to Mori. We were inseparable. Soon after that, I met Mitskuni too, so we've been together basically all our lives." She finishes.
"So tell us about Greece! How was it?" Hani asks.
"Yes, I'd love to know how it was, my princess." Tamaki says, sinking down in front of her and taking her hand.
"What the-" she starts.
"Tamaki. No." Mori-senpai interjects, grabbing Indigo and picking her up and out of Tamaki's reach.
"Aw, but she's so cute! Come on, let me give her a hug." He says, standing up and reaching for her again.
Mori stands up, and throws her over his shoulder like a rag doll, much like he did with Haruhi when we first met her. But with Indigo, it's rougher, and not without a smile in his eyes.
"Awwwww. Mori-senpaiiiiiiiii." Tamaki whines, jumping for her pathetically.
He stops and picks up a different approach, rushing around to face Indigo.
"Will you be daddy's daughter?" He asks, pouting.
"Sounds dirty." She says thoughtfully, sending shock through all of us.
It actually really does. Extremely so, in fact. When you think of it that way, at least.
"Sure, why not?" she says, grinning at Mori, who had set her down away from Tamaki.
He laughs at her and she grins again. Again, we're shocked. Hikaru and Kauru shake it the fastest.
"So you're into dirty things, huh?" Hikaru asks, sliding his arms her waist and pulling her close to him.
"What a coincidence. So are we." Kauru finishes, sliding his arms around her waist from behind.
I turn to see Mori's reaction, as he had such a strong one towards Tamaki. Surprisingly, he's smiling at her face, which is twisted into a smirk.
"Oh totally. In fact, I'm going right now to get down and dirty with some antique silver tea sets that need polishing." She jokes.
"Indi-chan has a job at an antique store. That's why she goes so many fun places." Hani explains.
"Yeah, and I'm late for that job right now." She says, looking at her watch.
It appears to be a men's watch, and it hangs heavily on her hand. The twins let her go and she waves goodbye to us all, promising to be at Mori's by ten.
"We should all probably go." I say, walking back towards my desk and packing up. I stick around until Mori, who is the last person in the room, is ready to leave. Then I approach him.
"Mori-senpai, I was wondering if you could explain something to me. Why is it that you so desperately refuted Tamaki's advances towards Indigo and you just smiled and let the twins go on with their business?" I ask, closing the door and locking it behind us.
"He was serious." The tall man answers simply, before walking away and leaving me to my thoughts.