AN. Haruhi has already come out as a girl in this fanfic!
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"I can't believe Tamaki set me up," Kyoya Ootari said as he strolled up to a short apartment building. It looked to be made of glass, with all the windows, and the doors were guarded by a muscled man with dark sunglasses.
Kyoya grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket, and walked up to the doorman.
"I'm looking for…Delilah Clarke?" he said, reading off the paper, and the doorman opened the door.
"Top floor, elevator's on the left," the muscled man said, and Kyoya nodded his thanks.
After looking around the foyer for a moment, he located the elevator, tucked in a corner by rows upon rows of mailboxes. He walked over, and pressed a button, only to be met by yet another muscled man.
"What floor?" he said gruffly, as Kyoya entered the elevator.
"Top," Kyoya said, and they were off. The elevator was surprisingly fast, then again, there were only 5 floors.
Once the elevator reached its destination, Kyouya entered a small hallway lined with windows on one side. There was only one door, at the end of the hall, and a girl stood at the door, fiddling with keys. The sunlight peered through the windows, giving both of them a tall shadow. Kyouya snuck up behind the girl, and heard her muttering.
"Damn rich Yuko, changing her locks all the time. She's never even here," she mumbled, then backed away from the door, straight into Kyoya.
"It appears that you're having some door trouble, Miss Clarke," the smooth talking Shadow King said, pulling all his host club skills together.
The girl spun on her heel, and quickly pointed a bottle of pepper spray in Kyoya's face, but quickly lowered it when she recognized the boy from the pointless club at school.
"Kyoya Ootari, eh?" she said in a weak British accent. "What brings you to my building today?" The girl turned back around and started toying with the keys caught in her door.
"I've been set up, actually," he said, stretching his arms above his head casually. "Oh, and your key needs to be turned the other way."
She glared up at the tall boy, who smirked back knowingly. After fiddling with it for a few more seconds, the lock clicked, and the door opened with an unhealthy creak.
"Care to come in?" the girl said to Kyoya, then walked in, leaving him alone in the bright and sunny hallway.
Tamaki would be proud, he thought, and entered Delilah Clarke's apartment.
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"Well, welcome to my humble abode," Delilah said as she shut the door behind them.
The apartment was simple, modern, and chic. Everything was black, white, or grey, and pops of lime green kept it fun.
Delilah walked into the kitchen, beckoning for Kyoya to follow. He quickly shot of a mass text to the rest of the host club, saying 'I'm in!', and then followed Delilah.
"Why were you set up before, Ootari? And set up for what?" Delilah asked as she found two mugs from the millions of cupboards.
"No time for drinks, Clarke, we've got plans," he said deviously, grabbing her wrist and dragging her back out the door.
"Wait, what?" Delilah cried out in protest as Kyoya lead her back out the hallway and down the elevator.
"Ootari, where the hell are you taking me?" Delilah said as Kyoya shoved her into an awaiting limo, and then hopped in behind her.
"We're kidnapping you and taking you out, Clarke! You always look so bored, plus, you might find you like us enough to visit the host club more often," Kyoya smirked, and the car was off.
"Wait, who's we?" she said nervously, playing with her hands.
"He means us, Dee-chan!" a familiar, annoyingly cute voice said from elsewhere in the car. Delilah froze as a screen was raised, and in the other half of the car sat the Ouran High School Host Club.
"Aw, bloody hell," Delilah muttered, then slumped down in her seat and crossed her arms, accepting her fate.
"Cheer up, little princess!" Tamaki Suoh said as he reached over and lifted her chin. Delilah quickly slapped his hand away.
"Don't. Touch. Me," she muttered, emphasizing each word. Tamaki looked startled for a moment, and then grew silent as he crawled in the corner, doing his 'emo pose'.
Hikaru and Kaoru took this opportunity to pester Delilah.
"So, Delilah," Kaoru-or was it Hikaru? - said slyly. "Are you excited for a day with the host club? Other girls would give anything for this."
Delilah perked up at her name. "Are you kidding me? You guys are just a bunch of overrated, annoying, rich-and-flaunting-it pretty boys, plus Haruhi."
Haruhi looked up from her lap at the mention of her name. Delilah glanced at her with pity.
"Why do you hang out with these blokes, Haruhi? Are you being held against your will or something?" she said, and Hikaru-or was it Kaoru? - snickered.
"Blokes? Bloody hell? You're British, aren't you, Miss Clarke?" the twin said, giggling.
"Why yes, I am, thank you for noticing. And you'll be brown bread if you talk smack about London," Delilah said, pointing an accusing finger at the laughing Hiitachins.
Tamaki looked up with tear filled eyes. "London isn't that far from France…" he said, crying again.
"Oh, bother, what's he on about now?" Delilah sighed. Tamaki was bawling his eyes out dramatically in the corner, and Hunny and Mori were poking him. Hikaru and Kaoru were laughing their arses off, and Haruhi was looking at Delilah.
"You would know better than I would, are the always like this?" she whispered to Haruhi.
Kyoya cut in from beside Delilah. "More than we would like to admit," he said, chuckling. He was writing something down in a black book, and hadn't looked up the entire car ride.
A figurative light bulb appeared above Delilah's head. "Now, what is in here?" she said, snatching the book out of Kyoya's hands before he even realized it.
The entire brigade of high-schoolers in the vehicle froze as Delilah skimmed through the book. One of the Hiitachins applauded, and the other quickly joined in.
Kyoya was dumbfounded. How could I let a stupid girl, who is just here for publicity, steal my book? He quickly snapped out of his delusion and reached for his book. Delilah turned her back to him and held her arms out in front of her, blocking the book from him completely. To salt the wound, she even started reading snippets out loud.
"February 19. Tamaki dusted the piano off and played for the guests. Must get him to do that again, sales increased 35%. Hunny ate 17 pieces of cake in the span of four hours, must restrict cake flow. Kaoru and Hikaru are taking the twincest too far."
The rest of the car started laughing as Kyoya's face grew a deep red. Delilah thumbed through more pages, ending up at what he was writing before. Kyoya blushed even more.
"No, don't, Clarke!" he cried, leaning in for the book.
Delilah read the page, not out loud, and she immediately started blushing as well.
"Well, come on, what does it say?" Hikaru- it could've been Kaoru but it probably wasn't- said impatiently.
Delilah closed the book quickly and gave it back to Kyoya. "Umm, no, that was fun, sorry, Kyoya," she said, laughing nervously and blushing furiously.
The rest of the car grew quiet, and Tamaki leaned over to Kyoya.
"What did it say, mommy?" he whispered.
"Oh, nothing, just some notes and such," Kyoya said, laughing it off.
Haruhi overheard them and winked at Delilah.
I know what it said, she mouthed across the car to Delilah.
Delilah blushed again and looked away.
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Kyoya's notebook:
May 23.
The host club set me up! It was probably all that stupid Tamaki's fault, just so he could have another couple to go along with him on double dates with Haruhi.
Met Delilah Clarke. Kind of an idiot, she didn't even know which way to turn her keys. Maybe in England the keys turn the other way, or something stupid.
Oh my god. She's beautiful. I can't believe I'm saying this, but is love at first sight possible? This Delilah, she's so pretty, her accent is hot and…ah. I don't even know what to say, anything else would just be insulting. She's that beautiful.
I'M SITTING RIGHT BESIDE HER IN THE CAR, OH MY GOD SHE SMELLS BEAUTIFUL EVEN. Like flowers and spring. Hopefully she thinks kindly of me, as well. The rest of the host club are all so… not right for her. Maybe once we reach Tamaki's summer house we can get closer.
Why is this Brit even in Japan in the first place? I'm glad that Ouran is an English school, or else no one would even know how to talk to her. Well, I would. And Tamaki might. But otherwise, it sounds like she doesn't know a lick of Japanese. Oh well, I'm glad that 'Daddy' set me up.
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AN: BAHAHAHA THIS SHOULD BE FUN 3 if you like the adventures of Delilah in Black Butler, get ready for more shenanigans. 3