Hi there! I've been reading Ouran fanfiction for awhile, and I used to write also. I'm just getting back into the swing of things! I hope you enjoy, I apologize for making this so long, it was originally going to be two chapters... buuuuut yeaaahhh...
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club, only my OC
"Yuuki, this is an amazing school for you to go to. Now I expect you to make the Hoshino household proud and prosperous by making lots of connections at Ouran Academy. Daddy was finally able to make a breakthrough and rise in ranks within the fashion industry!" A rather tall figure with sharp golden eyes peered over the dress form in a rather messy studio.
I looked at him without saying a word and was organizing the sketches sprawled across the room. He pinned the shirt pieces to the dress form and stopped to inspect how it looked. The man had long mid-back length black hair with red tips that was tied loosely behind his back. His long lashes, pale complexion, and thin lips made him into a dark pretty boy, and this pretty boy is my dad.
"You don't need to worry about anything other than making friends, oh wait you need good grades too.. Wait you should also focus on honing your artistic skills. Oh! Yuuki, you should also be looking for a potential husband, preferably someone who doesn't mind dark chocolate. You know how it is around here, so I trust your judgment." He turned and gave me a tender smile. Honestly, he's so easygoing that it contrasts with his looks so much.
"You trust me too much dad, and besides I thought as a dad you would be overprotective over your only daughter!" I joked with him half serious.
"I will when I think it's time to," he stated while grinning at me.
I had a bored expression on my face as I watched the students of class 1-A filter into the rooms. Puffs of yellow mixed in with the stiff blue uniforms of these extremely rich families filled my vision. I was seated in the front row of the classroom, next to a visually interesting student who didn't exactly fit in with the rest of the school. My grey eyes trailed over to look at the student next to me, at first glance you would think this person was some sort of disheveled brilliant artist. No, it was just Haruhi Fujioka, a scholarship student with frighteningly amazing grades. Haruhi was wearing an oversized brown sweater over a white button up and dark slacks that desperately needed to be hemmed. Hiding behind the large, thick rimmed glasses were bright chocolate colored doe eyes. Haruhi was a girl, but definitely wasn't trying to hide it. I had found her sitting alone in the classroom and we ended up talking to each other. Haruhi was comically blunt, and seemingly the only one to figure out I was a girl in a boy's uniform.
I noted how students gave Haruhi either disgusted, terrified, or disinterested looks whenever their eyes laid on the girl. On the other end of the spectrum, the gazes I received were shy and embarrassed… Mostly from the girls. I sighed and adjusted my circular thin-rimmed glasses. I wasn't trying to hide that I'm a female, I just refused to wear that monstrosity of a female uniform, and it helped that my parents and Nanaki gazed upon it in disgust as well. We all agreed that I would look better in the male uniform. I gazed at the emblem on my blazer. The emblem of Ouran is associated with the richest and most powerful families in Japan… Yet I just happened to be nouveau riche as my father's fashion brand became the leading brand for visual kei bands. I heard hushed whispers by me coming from excited girls. I turned toward the sounds and they silenced, but I caught the stares of some of the girls which caused them to silently turn red.
I have a feeling this will be a rough few years as a high school female. Do I look that much like a guy?
I didn't need an answer for that, I mentally rolled my eyes. My dark silver hair was cut short into a short boyish haircut that showed the ear piercings I had. The double piercings on both ears and an orbital piercing on my right were decided upon my own father. The piercings themselves were silver and black star studs. I have an angular jawline that seems really masculine, but my high cheekbones and long eyelashes made my overall look a lot softer. My stormy grey eyes were definitely not as large as Haruhi's, but they were still wide. To say the least, I'm your typical super androgynous school girl. My looks naturally made me become my father's muse for his designs. He adores making clothes that "blur the lines between genders," or so he calls it. I glance down at my barely-there chest. My head was propped onto my arm and I sighed.
I'll forever be an A cup, at least I'm not alone in the small boobs club. I glanced over at Haruhi who was nose deep into her planner. I stifled a laugh when I saw her looking over her coupons.
I heard some girls whisper excitedly to one another behind me. My face went blank, ah, I forgot I was seen as a boy. I can hear keywords of "handsome," "bad boy," "pretty boy," and I think I heard someone say, "delicious." Oh no wait, someone is snacking on candy. False alarm. I looked around the room to see everyone chattering away about their summer vacations. It seems like everyone knows each other. I did hear that Ouran has an escalator system though.
The last students who came through the door were twins. They were practically clones, the only real noticeable difference between them was the part in their orange hair. To say that they were handsome was an understatement. They were actually quite beautiful, and their mischievous aura gave them so much charm that it was hard to not notice them. They both wore a bored expression and they glanced around with their golden eyes. They immediately raised an eyebrow at the girl sitting next to me, and looked away in annoyance. The girls around the class immediately squealed.
"Hikaru and Kaoru are in our class!" The girl a few seats away from me had hearts in her eyes.
"Eeee! Do you think they'll do their brotherly love act in class too?!" I heard one say in a lower tone.
"Ah! So lucky!" Some girls collectively said.
The twins smirked at the classmates and made their way to the seats behind us. The teacher had come in and everyone had quieted down. Throughout class I couldn't help wonder why these two seemed so familiar, but didn't press too hard on the matter as I was more focused on their eyes drilling holes into the back of my head.
After school, I flung myself into the limo where I was greeted with a large black teddy bear that had angry eyes, but a mischievous fanged smirk. His left eye was covered with a black eye patch with metal chains hanging off of it. He also wore a red leather choker decorated with silver spiked studs, and had a large silver loop in the front that was made to look like a collar. Hanging off the loop was a metal heart pendant with a thorny rose wrapped around it. I threw myself into the giant bear and hugged him in comfort. He was my cute visual kei bear.
"Rei, you're always the best," I muttered into him.
"Long day?" Nanaki asked from his seat in front of mine. I hadn't even noticed him. Nanaki is my personal bodyguard outside of school, as well as my caretaker. He's only about 5 years older than I was, and he's more of a brother to me than anything. He's been with me since I was 4 after he pledged to protect me for as long as he lives, but I suppose that's a different story for another time.
"Yeah, everyone thinks I'm a boy except this girl who's actually a scholarship student," my grey eyes looked out the window, "the whole student body thinks I'm super handsome and no one really talks to me?" I said as a question, since I wasn't entirely sure. I was starting to get a sinking feeling about leaving my friends to come to Ouran.
Nanaki's hazel eyes looked at me with concern. "Well you do look dashing in that male uniform," he teased with a grin.
I stuck my tongue out at him. Nanaki usually likes to pick me up after school and keep me company. My eyes trailed over to his form, taking in his looks. He had dyed his hair to a strawberry blonde color this past week, and he had long hair and he let his bangs cover the right side of his face. He usually likes to either put his hair in a low ponytail, or use a bunch of pins to hold down the hair on his left side to reveal his own piercings. Today it was in a ponytail. He had clear eyes with a color that reminded me of amber resin. Nanaki had a more angular face, but it was mostly hidden by his cheeks which made him look younger. To say the least, he had a baby face, but he was still attractive in his own right. Nanaki was wearing a plain black t-shirt and grey colored denim today.
"I found out this school has a Host Club. Isn't that so weird?" I asked him with a thoughtful look.
"It's real?! I looked over the clubs in the school earlier for you, I honestly thought it was a misprint. Maybe it was supposed to be 'post club' like for mail and stuff," his face was disbelieving and a bit worried. "School of the elite and with way too much time on their hands." I felt the car slow down as it rolled up the driveway.
"I can agree with that." I sighed into Rei and I was suddenly yanked out of the car and thrown over Nanaki's shoulder. Seriously, this guy knows no delicacy.
"Not struggling today?" Nanaki smirked. I just giggled in response at his challenge, and attempted to wiggle out of his grasp, but limped after realizing I wasn't getting anywhere. Taking in Nanaki's lemon honey scent comforted me into thinking that everything would be alright in the long run. I was only half wrong about that.
I stared blankly at the student in front of me who I didn't see yesterday. The student in question had short well kept hair, large chocolate colored doe eyes, and a male uniform.
"Excuse me, but I believe this is Haruhi Fujioka's seat. I'm afraid you will need to move to the back," I stated as I pointed to an empty seat in the far back.
Haruhi just gave me an equal blank stare at my comment. We just stayed in that position for another minute until I gave up.
"Honestly you've become so handsome overnight, and apparently rich for affording the uniform." I took my seat next to the girl and sighed, "seriously what happened yesterday?"
"I'll explain later," she groaned and hid in her notebook.
I chuckled and side glanced her once more. My chest squeezed at how cute she looked, it was almost unfair for her to look like that after what she looked like yesterday. I knew that this was definitely going to be a strange three years in school, and I'm sure Haruhi felt it as well.
I stared at the doors to Music Room 3, where the Host Club usually ran their club activities. I looked down at the girl to see her giving me a nervous smile that told me to prepare myself. I was standing here because I had Haruhi explain to me her debut as a polished male student. She explained to me that she accidentally knocked over an expensive vase (which she almost cried thinking about the price) and how she became the host club's dog. They also mistook her as a boy so now she looks like that, but they found out that she was a girl by the end of the day. So, now I'm here checking out the men that are keeping her captive, ever so slightly feeling protective of her since she's my only friend here. She had assured me that all they did was just talk to the girls and make them happy. Still skeptical, I insisted on following her.
We pushed the doors to be blinded and assaulted by rose petals. Cute idea I'd have to say. I heard a collective "welcome" from male voices. Squinting my eyes open, I see a group of males. Really handsome males. Like, I didn't think that men could be this handsome. I stood there mildly shocked, not noticing the tinge of pink that dusted my cheeks.
"Ah, it's just Haruhi," Two familiar voices said in unison. I saw the twins leaning on eachother bored, and their eyes traveled to where I stood.
"What's this?" The one on the left started.
"Hoshino-san?" The twin on the right continued.
"Why are you here?"
"You two need to stop talking like that, it mildly weirds me out." I stated bluntly. Realizing what I just said, I looked away and saw the other members stare at me questioningly. A tall blonde zoomed and grabbed Haruhi's shoulder with a worried face.
"Haruhi?! Why are you late and showing up with a delinquent?! Who is he? Daddy won't allow it!" Tears started streaming down his face. This guy is really… Dramatic. Raising an eyebrow, I grinned with a great idea. I moved to push this guy away from Haruhi and put an arm around her shoulders possessively.
"Don't touch Haruhi so freely," I glared at him. His expression was that of comical shock, I had to hold back breaking my act.
"H-HARUHI WHO IS THIS GUY?!" He bursted out and pointed at me.
Before Haruhi could answer I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to me. With my other hand, I cupped her chin and made her look up at me.
"Haruhi is my soulmate. We have a special bond," breathed out tenderly.
Her eyes were blank but her cheeks had the faintest of blushes. Damn. She's actually cute. Everyone paused and stared in shock. Probably thinking something along the lines of me being gay if I didn't know Haruhi was only posing as a boy.
Haruhi spoke up, "Yuuki-san, would you please stop joking around." I sighed and let her go, laughing at the look on the blonde guy's face. This guy is so fun to tease. Tears welled up in his eyes and attacked Haruhi in a hug saying something about how he was so worried.
"Yuuki Hoshino in class 1-A. Your father is Daiki Hoshino, the owner of an increasingly popular visual kei fashion house, Toxic Star, and your mother, Kazumi Hoshino, is a popular architect known for her twist on Gothic and Japanese designs," I nodded in agreement to his words, nothing you couldn't find online. "You were born in Hokkaido, went to private schools in Tokyo to focus on art, have a peculiar hobby in cross-dressing, you are known to eat alarmingly large amounts of food and have entered food contests while growing up. You also have a side job of modeling for your father's brand, and worked various jobs in Shibuya and Akihabara including a maid cafe." With that he shut his small black book that I immediately wanted to burn. He gave me a smile that was ever so charmingly evil.
I was at a lost for words at how he possibly knew about the food contests and my freakin' maid cafe job. My mouth was agape and my face turned a thirty shades of red. I really wanted to take the maid cafe job to my grave. The twins came up to me with smirks and draped themselves on either side on me. I hid my face in my hands trying to calm down. Really, I didn't need anyone knowing about that maid cafe.
"We thought you looked familiar Hoshino-kun," a voice on my right said with amusement.
"We saw the Toxic Star spread in the magazine our mother's designs are featured in," the voice on the left said.
I suddenly realized an important detail about these twins. They were the twin sons of Hitachiin, the ones my father told me to befriend. How could I have forgotten that Hitachiin was a mega fashion brand for women? They obviously didn't remember me from that one dinner party years ago, but then again, they weren't this outgoing when I first met them. I'll have to re-look at that magazine when I get home. I had modeled for the Fall collection with a reluctant Nanaki in that magazine. Augh.
"You cross-dress as a hobby? Do you just like drag or are you actually gay?" I really need to start learning which twin was which.
At that question I lifted my face out of my hands and gave them an incredulous look, and realized they were actually curious and not demeaning. "If I like something I like it. It shouldn't define my sexual orientation… But liking boys or girls I don't particularly care to define." When I said that everyone looked at me and then at Haruhi, little did I know that Haruhi had said something similar the day before to them. Haruhi was just stoic as always until she turned to look at me.
"Yuuki-san… You worked at a maid cafe?" Haruhi looked at me with mixed emotions I couldn't place.
"Don't talk about it." I warned her. I tried to ignore the twins who were inspecting my physical features for some damn reason as they telepathically communicated to each other.
"Wah! You must've looked really cute as a maid! Did you serve cake at the cafe? Do you like cake Yuu-kun?!" A smaller honey eyed student bounded up to me with a pink bunny in his arms. Taken aback by the nickname I immediately turned red. What are words again? He looked up at me expecting my answers, and I swear if I looked hard enough he would have had flowers around him.
Looking away and covering my face with a hand I muttered, "I do like cake. Chocolate cake."
My answer seemed to have made this tiny student explode with happiness and jumped onto me, forcing me to hold him steady. My grey eyes looked at his honey colored ones, and my heart throbbed at how cute and handsome he was up close. This kid was definitely older than he looked. I only say this because his eyes flashed with mischief.
This isn't good for my heart. The anxiety and nervousness in my chest constricted me from forming any other thoughts. Being surrounded by so many handsome people at once is making me too flustered.
"Mitskuni," a deeper voice rang out in front of me. My eyes caught the gaze of a tall, dark, and stoic student. My heart tightened at his gaze, as if his eyes pierced my heart. He seemed to be one with a few words. He walked closer and grabbed the blonde by the scruff of his jacket and placed him on his shoulder. He gazed at me with apologetic eyes.
"Ah… Sorry Yuu-kun! I get excited when other people like cake." The boy gave a sheepish smile.
The dramatic violet eyed host recovered from shock from my earlier antics and that damn description of my life. He sparkled and grabbed me in a hug.
"CUTE! Hoshino-kun you will be Haruhi's brother and teaching her the ways of being more feminine as you have embraced!" He just did a complete 180 on his views of me. I also wasn't sure if I should be offended by his comment.
"Uh… Can you please put me down?" He seemed to have not heard me and Haruhi pulled him by his ear to get him off of me. In relief I silently thanked her.
"Yes, well, ahem. Nice to meet everyone. I'm sorry, but I don't know your names." I switched to being polite with a closed eyed smile so I wouldn't need to see them looking at me.
The tall, blonde host sparkled and gestured at everyone. "I am Tamaki Suoh, the King of this Host Club!"
He pointed at the silent glasses wearing stalker, "That's Kyouya Ootori," then to the small blonde, "Mitsukuni Haninozuka," and then the silent giant, "Takashi Morinozuka."
"I already know the twins, but telling which is a different story," I interrupted him before he could say any more.
"You can call me Honey, and you can call him Mori!" Honey-senpai beamed at me. I nodded a response.
"This is the Host Club, where we make sure the ladies who come here have a splendid time," Tamaki smiled softly as if he was keeping a treasure close to him.
I smiled at all of them, "It's nice to meet all of you. Now I'll be taking Haruhi-kun and never coming back." I still smiled and pushed Haruhi out of the club room. The twins sped past us in a flash and blocked the door.
"I'm afraid Fujioka-san has obligations to this club and won't be leaving until he has fulfilled them," Kyouya stated flatly.
"Sorry Yuuki-san, I can't leave until I pay the debt…"
"I don't know if I am able to let you stay knowing they're holding you against your will like this. Men are wolves you know, actually more like dogs, but that's besides the point-" Haruhi interrupted my rambling by tugging at my ear.
"I'll be fine. Stop worrying, but thank you Yuuki-san." Haruhi let go and gave me a sweet smile. Turning pink, I shut up and looked down flustered. Someone grabbed me from behind and crushed me into a hug.
"YUUKI-KUN I COULDN'T AGREE MORE! Mon ami, you are a wonderful overprotective brother! Men are evil! Daddy is proud!" Tamaki seemingly forgot that I was flirting with Haruhi in front of him earlier. Seriously this guy is crazy.
"If Haruhi wants to, I won't stop her." I said to everyone, still in Tamaki's arms. They didn't seem fazed and shrugged. Tamaki put me down and I stood near the doorway. I caught eyes with dark, mysterious ones. His glasses flashed and he smirked. His eyes told me he knew something, challenging me silently. Narrowing my eyes, I flashed my glasses back at him, accepting.
I don't know what he wants, but I don't intend to back down from whatever it may be. I seriously don't like this guy.
"We spent too much time with idle chatter, we will be opening the doors soon, get in formation," Kyouya shut his black book and then kept my gaze, "Hoshino-san, if you would like, you may stay today if you are still unsure of Haruhi's position in the club." He gave me a business smile I definitely could not trust. I gave mine back with hidden irritation. There had to have been an ulterior motive for him to have me stay.
"I will accept your offer." I made my way to a victorian gilded arm chair and gently sat down onto the garnet colored plush seat.
I watched them curiously as they greeted the swarm of excited ladies who seemed unfazed by being attacked by rose petals. They quickly filtered and dispersed through the room, some even catching my gaze with curiosity.
One will never understand the amount of insanity that is actually the Host Club. An even greater level of psychotic are these customers. Seriously, what do they find so fun about talking to a bunch of handsome guys? No, sorry I take that back, I understand. Honestly speaking, I don't really see the appeal in idle chatter, which I wholeheartedly believe that Mr. Stalker in the corner over there is charging for host services. He kept glancing over in my direction which was very irritating because I was just sitting here.
"Do you think that when he takes off his glasses, that he'll melt your heart with one glance?"
"No! It has to be that he freezes you on the spot and makes his move on you!"
"Maybe he's super tough on the outside and a big softie on the inside!"
Maybe that's why he's looking here. The small group of girls opted to sit on the couch near mine and kept making up stories about how cool and thug I seemingly look. They're starting to make me sound like some wolf or mythical creature. I've been ignoring them and looking at every host's table. Tamaki is frivolous, Honey and Mori are a strange duo, Haruhi is just pleasant, Kyouya stands there looking cool giving business smiles, and the twins do twincest. Out of all of them, I'm more interested in the cakes and the twincest, but I'll never admit to it. Seriously such a tease those two are.
Well I know Haruhi is safe. She made her way towards me with a silver tray in her hand.
I looked at her with mild interest when she came up to me and smiled. "Yuuki-san, would you like some chocolate cake and tea? Honey-senpai wanted you to try it."
"I'll gladly take it. I'll have to tell him my thanks… Oh and thank you for bringing it over here Haruhi-kun," I said politely, taking the tray from her and placing it in front of me.
"It's no problem, I'm going back to my customers now. I just needed to talk to someone normal," she said the last part in a hushed tone so only I could hear. She left without saying anything more.
I chuckled and shook my head, silver locks swaying about. Unaware of the different stares I received from across the room. I looked down at the cake, so perfectly cut and shimmering with happiness. The raspberry on top blushed at my gaze. I looked up toward Honey from across the room and I saw him smiling at me brightly, urging me to take a bite. It almost felt weird, that moment, because it seemed like the world was going in slow motion with a bated breath as I bit into the fluffy chocolate. My eyes widened and took off my glasses. My grey eyes sparkled with joy and my face blushed at how good it was. Seriously, where the hell do they buy this, where is it made, who made it?!
Unknown to me, Honey caused a chain reaction of students stopping to stare at me eat. Soon, the whole room was watching me with amusement at my reaction to their cake. They had all collectively thought it was endearing, cute even. Someone with such good looks being defenseless and enjoying cake with as much vigor as Honey? Of course these girls wouldn't be able to contain themselves, in fact, they were slowly peaking with moe. I innocently continued to eat my cake slice at a faster pace and paused when I heard squealing.
Shit. I forgot I'm in public.
I looked around the room and noticed the Hosts were suddenly huddled together for some reason and most of the girls watched me with strawberry pink faces. Furrowing my brows, I hurriedly threw my glasses back on and put down the fork. I looked away from the gazes and sipped some tea. I'm sure I looked flustered. I seriously just wanted to crawl under the chair and hide. Before I knew it, a flock of girls ran toward me and stared at me with wonder while keeping their distance. They chattered among themselves asking about who I was and if I was going to be a new host.
Am I a zoo animal? I only ate cake. Augh what do I do? What persona? I was searching through my mind for a personality I could use in front of these onlookers. When it comes to a crowd, I immediately revert to being shy and embarrassed at the attention. I made up different personas to use during photoshoots that would fit different designs.
I suddenly decided upon the persona "wolf in sheep's clothing" after I remembered the girls making me sound like a wolf. My glasses glinted and I switched to it immediately. I dropped my guard and made myself look shy and docile. "Ummm…" I turned my head toward the girls and using a small voice.
The girl closest to me inched toward me with concern in her blue eyes. "What is it Yuuki-san?"
I looked at her nervously and placed a hand over my mouth, muffling my words, "It's just… I get a little shy with so many people looking. I just…" Some of the girls started leaning in more to hear me properly.
"Sorry! We just thought you were a new host…" The blue orbs were apologetic.
I looked into her eyes and pleaded her to come closer as I fidgeted in the plush seat. She nervously looked back at the crowd of girls and they motioned her to come closer to me and leaned down to hear what I had to say. I cupped my hand to her ear and said, "I just want…" My voice changed to a husky tone, "to. Eat. You. Up." With that I leaned back with an innocent look.
The girl in front of me froze, turned eight different shades of red, and fainted.
Interesting. These girls are quite perverted in their own right…
The whole room went into an uproar and suddenly there was a huge crowd of girls around me. I couldn't keep up with this persona as my anxiety and shyness was increasingly overtaking my mental state. Panicked at all the questions and eyes, I quickly tried to find an escape. Luckily Mori came to my rescue and picked me up and away from the crowd. I murmured a relieved thanks to him, to which he grunted as he slung me over his shoulder. Tamaki ended up catching the attention of all the girls.
"Princesses, please calm down. Hoshino-kun is new to the Host Club atmosphere, so please forgive him."
"Tamaki-kun! Is Hoshino-kun a new host?"
"What type is he?"
"Wah, what did he say to Mariko-chan?"
My mind was starting to clear up when I realized I was sitting back against a victorian couch. I was lightly caressing the velvet material, finding it soothing to my nerves. I looked and noticed Honey was sitting on my right, while Mori was on my left. They both had a protective aura around them which I questioned, but I just accepted it for now and relaxed. Haruhi came up to me concerned.
"He is currently just checking out the club since Fujioka-kun joined yesterday'" Kyouya had told the customers. "My apologies, but we shall close the club a little early today. Be sure to come back tomorrow for a surprise." He flashed them a very business-like smile that seemed sincere. I knew he was plotting something. Whatever it was I really hoped it didn't involve me.
They had closed the doors and it was all too quiet. I took off my glasses and placed them into my pocket. Honey continued to eat cake and Mori sat like a statue, giving me a glance every once in awhile, to which I just smiled reassuringly at him. Haruhi gave me some herbal tea which I gladly accepted and sipped.
"Nice display there Hoshino-kun!" The twins came up behind me and smirked with a thumbs up.
"My apologies for taking customers away from you all…" I muttered to them. I really did feel bad, I was only here to watch Haruhi.
"Typical of Haruhi's brother! A natural with the ladies, and too adorable for words! " Tamaki spun and did another signature dramatic pose. "You have the making of a host, Yuuki-kun. You should join us!"
Before I could protest at his offer, Kyouya spoke up.
"I'm interested in what you told the customer for her to faint?" Kyouya raised an eyebrow at me and had his black book open with a pen in the other hand.
The whole room was interested in what I had to say. I immediately turned red at all the stares and turned to Honey. "The chocolate cake was amazing senpai, I've never had a cake with such quality. Thank you." Momentarily surprised he grinned back at me, glomping me from the side.
"Yuu-kun! I'm glad you love the cake! You were so cute eating it too, but try not to outdo me okay?" Honey whispered the last part into my ear. I raised my eyebrows in surprise and chuckled in response as he slid off.
"Yuuki-san, what did you tell the customer?" Haruhi asked Kyouya's question from beside Tamaki. We both looked at eachother for a moment with stoic expressions.
"I'd rather not say, Haruhi-kun." I told her flatly, trying to ignore Tamaki's puppy stare.
"If you don't tell us, I'll raise Haruhi's debt by 2%" Kyouya noted. Jerk.
"EHH?!"
"Alright alright, if you insist on knowing. I basically whispered that I would eat her."
"WHAT?!" Tamaki jumped up turning red. "Such scandalous words, how could you say that to fair maidens with pure hearts?!"
"I'm sure you have had your share of bold comments to these princesses, as you call them. They're not so pure if they take interest in these two," I motioned toward the twins.
"We don't believe you would say that,"
"You have too shy of a demeanor."
"Besides aren't you gay?" My brow twitched at the twins comments. They were still behind me and reached and pulled the left twin's tie, making him bend over the couch and levelled with me. I lightly bit his ear and huffed, "If you want me to, I can be." I let him go with a devious look countered with a blush on my face.
This is quite bold of me, I know. I don't really like to be challenged though. Don't be fooled, I'm actually really anxious about how others feel about me. To them, I probably seem like some bi-polar sexually ambiguous awkward student. I always felt weird about myself. I make it seem like I don't care, but I actually do worry about it.
"Kaoru!" The other twin yelled out, recovering from the initial shock of what I did. Kaoru was beet red, and was so flustered that all he could do was cover his ear and stand there. I now knew which twin was which, somewhat.
Mmmm adorable reaction though.
I hadn't realized that I said that outloud and everyone just looked at me with varying unreadable looks. Tamaki gave me an incredulous look and was so taken aback that all he could do was stutter and point. I heard Honey humming besides me and Kyouya furiously writing in his black book.
"B-b-b-b"
"What is it?" I tilted my head to the side, feigning innocence.
"Tamaki please be civil and just say what you need to," the raven haired boy said in irritation with Tamaki's stuttering.
"BI?! BIPOLAR?! BAD BOY?!" Tamaki zoomed up to me and grabbed my hands, his violet eyes scrutinizing and searching in my grey ones. "I can't figure out your type!"
"TYPE?!" I yelled at him. I really didn't want this going in the direction it was heading.
"MY DEAR SON YOU ARE A HOST, THEREFORE YOU MUST HAVE A TYPE!" He looked really troubled.
I shot Haruhi a pleading look, to which she sympathetically shrugged.
"Milord, you want this homo as a host?" Hikaru asked with mild disgust. I only knew it was Hikaru since the other twin was still red. I'm now annoyed with this twin, seriously I'm a girl. I wasn't about to say anything though.
"Hikaru." Kaoru returned to normal and shot him a disapproving look at his choice of words. They both glared at each other in what seems like a conversation only twins have.
"I think Yuu-kun is like a wolf! A shy wolf," Honey said happily. I glanced down at the small senior and wondered how he saw that.
"That's it! Yuu-kun, you're now the Wolf type! Welcome to the club!" Tamaki lifted me up into a tight embrace.
"BAKA I DON'T WANT TO BE A HOST!" I struggled to pry him off of me.
"Well, you have gained a lot of interest from our customers. It is only right to recruit you, Wolf-san," the demon smiled at me.
I gave him a long, hard look despite being crushed by an idiot. "I'll only consent if it helps Haruhi's debt." Haruhi perked up at that and looked at me surprised. I finally got him to let go and I dusted myself off.
"Yuuki-kun, you don't need to do that, it was my fault so I should handle it."
"I want to do it, so let me," my eyes softened while saying that.
"I'll see what I can do," Kyouya simply said.
Tamaki grabbed me again spouting nonsense about how I was such a lovely brother for helping my dear sister. Honey cheered and the twins looked a bit conflicted.
What did I get myself into… I'm already regretting this.
A knock was heard on the door and a brown haired male popped his head in. He wore a black military cap reminiscent of old japan. Everyone paused to look at him and Kyouya walked to the door and greeted him, "Nageki-san, hello again. I'm assuming you have something for us?"
He grinned and walked through the door with letters overflowing from a red velvet bag. "Nageki Soto from the Post Club is here to deliver your letters!" The student tipped his hat and bowed. He was dressed in a traditional japanese military uniform.
I gaped. There is a Post Club!?
What do you guys think?! It'll pick up in the second chapter I promise, I just want to know if you guys are interested in reading something like this. Please review and let me know what you think!
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