Hello! It's me Flame again. This time I come with this which I hope you enjoy honestly. We will be pretty busy with 2 New Stories on the run, and one on the side which we are editing carefully, one chapter at a time, so please forgive us if we don't upload as quickly as you'd wish. We hope you enjoy this story that we created and thought about hard and long. So without further interruptions, enjoy Chapter 1 of The Beat of His Soul.

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By : Foreverflame99 & Hanni-Chan

"Dance like there's nobody watching,

Love like you'll never be hurt.

Sing like there's nobody listening,

And live like it's heaven on earth."

- William W. Purkey

September 19th, 9:39 P.M

Dear Diary,

It's been a while since I have written on a diary. Matter of fact, never had one to begin with. My sister, Kita, got me this today for my birthday. I can proudly say I turned 17, I don't feel less or more special, but I feel rather disappointed that I had to work on the day of my birthday, and let's not add that it was so hot it cracked rocks pretty unusual on a September day, in Japan. But if I want to stay at Ouran, my mom says I have to work my butt off. Heh, the irony, it I was only just "working" to get food on the table. But that's my secret, and of course now it's written permanently with a screwed old blue pen on you diary. I feel like I should give you a name. I think I'll name you Kegareta Himitsu, means "Dirty Secret". Yeah, sounds appropriate, well it was nice spilling some info on you Kegareta, but now I have to sleep, I have a science test tomorrow maybe I can copy off the cute kid that sits next to me. He's a sharp one.

Note to self: Improve writing, I suck at it.

Sincerely,

- The proud 17-year old, Naomi J. Hayashi.

Today is the day. 1...2...3 Let's go Hayashi, you're it. You're the big star, you're the boss, you're…so screwed… Kita frowned as she looked herself in the mirror. Today was supposed to be the day she passed the gymnastic test. She would climb the rope like she was a damn monkey and jump on the saddle-thingy like she was a cowgirl. Kita M. Hayashi was great at Fine Arts, Literature, Geography, and lets not even mention that she was a master on how not to get a guy, she was exceptional on that. But she only failed on one…ok… more than one but she knew her biggest failure was gymnastics. For the last two weeks she dragged her sister out to the nearby park, where there was a lot of grass for her to fall on and begged her older to train her.

Naomi was pretty good at gymnastics, she was a good 5'6, light curves, golden honey eyes went together with also honey colored sunny golden hair that reached just a few centimeters below her not-so developed breasts, she was not too busty for her age but she managed, had long strong legs, few scars here and there, she was not a one star wonder but again, she managed. You could say she was leaning on the right side of the brain.

Kita however, was only 5'1, no curves, yet, (or so she hoped), curly midnight black hair that bounced lividly at her shoulders, golden eyes jumped as it stood out from her porcelain skin, and she was flat as a cardboard front and back. Leaning to the polar opposite of the brain, she was a lefty sided, leaning mostly on the artsy side.

Well that was not time to worry about it. It was who she was and what the DNA gave her. Her hands were already sweating as she neatly tied the black bow across the neck of the chocolate colored uniform. She clearly was in middle school, 14 years old and mighty proud, until today. She refused to give in to the fear and the fact that if she didn't pass this test the teacher would be phone calling her mother that lived in Boston.

She ran her moist, sweaty hand across her thick curly hair and gave out a long, painful sigh as she snatched the book bag out of the closet and strapped it across her chest, letting it fall to her hips and pressing against her undeveloped chest. Kita stepped outside slowly closing the door behind her and moving to her sisters who was a few vertical steps from hers. She placed her hand on the half lidded door and pushed it fully open to reveal her sister…dancing…?

"Naomi?" Kita asked as she dropped her now cold hands to her sides. What surprised her was not that Naomi was dancing, no. It was the fact of how swiftly she preformed it. But the fact that she was dancing was pretty big too, you never saw Naomi dance. "What in death's name are you doing?"

Naomi froze her actions when her golden eyes snapped to look at her sister who looked just as surprised as she was. "Haven't you heard of knocking Marie?" Naomi addressed her younger as she corrected her posture, totally ignoring the now growling teen.

"How many times have I told you not to call me that?" Kita crossed her arms as she retuned a glare to her sister. "And besides Jean, haven't you heard of being on time? We should start heading out." Given the fact that they walked to school everyday made it difficult not to have to on each others skins to hurry up, Kita hated tardiness.

"Alright, don't nag, makes you sound like mother."

"That's the whole point considering you're scared of her."

"I'm not scared of mother."

"They why do you always refuse to tell her how you're earning money?"

"Because she would drop dead if she found out if the eldest daughter of Jiro Hayashi worked as a waitress at a nearby coffee shop every afternoon and late nights to keep us from starving." Naomi mumbled as she refused to make eye contact with the younger.

Kita sighed as she went and grabbed her warm hand pulling her out of the room. "You're hopeless, your pride is going to kill you one day, I never understood why you don't want to accept money from mom."

"Because I was tired of being held back and bond by her rules," Naomi saddened as she broke her connection with her sisters hand. " I know that you have been secretly been receiving money from her and putting it in my safe." She bitterly frowned.

"Hey listen, I'm getting us some money at least and I'm just helping. Considering that I'm useless around here. I see how hard you work and I think its unfair ok? So if you're not ok with it…too bad! I'm the smarter sister and what I say goes." She quickly turned the situation around as she giggled towards Naomi, who couldn't help but spread a smile across her porcelain skin. "Haha, you smiled I win!" She retook Naomi's hand and started to newly drag her across the apartment.

I give up.

After a good 40 minutes of walking they had successfully reached the pink colored academy. The spotless cars and limousines were parked all around the even spotless sidewalk, good looking young men and preppy looking girls stepped out with grace and posture, the smell of overpriced perfumes and jewelry leaked off them like honey. For once Naomi thanked the overgrown yellow uniform, for today was windy and provided some sort of heat.

"Hey, " Naomi leaned down to Kita's ear. "Do well on that gym exam alright? Remember that your sister mastered the rope at 8 years old, were Hayashi's, just think of the rope as your road to fame and fortune, you have to grasp it with all your strength and climb it with every drop of want and determination you got, and as for the saddle, think of it as an ugly girl who you want to dismember and pounce her like the tiger you are." Naomi smirked as she gave her motivational speech. She was all well and clear that Kita was not the brightest in the physical side of her body, but she liked to encourage.

Kita nodded. "I should say the same for you and your physics exam. You got to attack those formulas with the pencil like it was Bambi and you are the most hungry ass bear in the damn forest."

Bears don't eat deer. Or do they?

The two couldn't help but crack up in laughter. Then at the same time they both released a long painful sigh.

We're dead meat. They thought in unison as they headed steadily towards their designated building.

Naomi sat on her cold desk that was rather far on the back. She settled her peach colored book bag on the desk and stuck her hands in the front pocket searching for the pouch of her glasses. She mostly used them for reading but she had to admit that she was going a little blind over the last few days from the lack of sleep.

Between focusing on Ouran and working long hours of the night at the LNJS, Naomi had always thought that it was a ridiculous name for a coffee shop but then she found out why it had such a strange name. During the day according to Riechi, Naomi's late night partner and also performance partner, there was always a bunch of Ouran students roaming around for what now they referred as "Commoners Coffee" and it was almost pretty packed every morning. Naomi worked from 4:20 P.M to 12:00 A.M.

During the afternoon there were some casual Ouran students that met up to form a study group or the rather popular visitors who always showed Tuesdays were the Journalism club, Naomi for this reason was always wearing a black leather hat that picked up any strands of her golden hair and wore sunglasses during the afternoon, she also to be careful changed her voice to a more squeaky and rather annoying one. After 8:30 P.M it was a whole new world, the peaceful shop that always smelled of coffee and freshly made pastries was now a whole new world.

Originally it's where the name comes from. LNJS stands for Late Night Java Star, and it couldn't be a more fitting name. It mostly served it proposes for late night, from waitress to dancer was the transformation. Naomi danced and preformed for men, woman, and both, Reichi, and Zue were her dance partners. Now don't go thinking that she went wild, no, Naomi's pride was too big to fall under the category of striper. But sometimes she lied to herself, what she did was not far apart.

She danced her heart out for those four and a half hours, together with her partners, and it was destroying her apart slowly. She only slept four hours, that's if she even slept. She had Ouran to take care off, and again, her pride was too big and she refused Kita to help her. Kita was another issue, she was half- lying to Kita. She was telling the truth when she said that the coffee shop was two different things. But instead of telling her it was a pub she said it was a restaurant. She was embarrassed, mostly because she knew that Kita sometimes looked up to her, and that she knew her parents would rather be caught dead then have a daughter dance for men, even if it wasn't sexually and just pure dancing and choreography. She was underage after all.

I have to be more careful with Kita, this morning I was careless and let myself be seen practicing tonight's show. But not to worry, Kita probably will forget it and think I was just doing a morning exercise. Naomi pondered as she tapped the mechanical pencil with little rhythm against the cherry colored wood. The students were starting to flood the classroom, Naomi was usually one of the first ones there. She didn't have anyone close she could talk in the mean time while she waited for the first bell to ring.

Naomi prayed to all the Gods and Saints that Keain showed up. It was her only chance to at least get a 70 on this test, she barely had time to study with all the homework for History she had.

Naomi sighed bitterly when her hoped completely drowned in failure as the second bell rang and Keain was nowhere to bee seen. Te teacher started to explain the test procedures and soon started handing out the booklets and the answer sheets to the individual students. Naomi tried to concentrate and think about the notes she had taken, she really did try to pay attention, she wasn't lazy, she just was time short for test. Which was no good. No. Not good at all.

Kita had changed out of her chocolate colored uniform and switched to her gym clothes. It consisted of a light baby pink shorts and a matching pink rose decorated on the back of the plain white T shirts that had also your last name on the back. The rose was not Ouran's mascot, but it was their symbol nonetheless. Actually, Kita had no idea of what Ouran's mascot was. Probably a unicorn or something silly like that, the school was colored pink after all.

"Good morning Kita-senpai," A rather deep voice was heard from Kita's back. She quickly realized that it was 8th grader Yasuchika Mitskuni. Hazel colored eyes covered by thin prescription glasses, some honey colored hair sliced through the perfect, flawless skin. Yes, he looked exactly like a more mature version of his brother. "You ready for today's test?"

"I guess," Kita said nervously. Coming from the boy who was at the top of the class he must be radiating confidence. Kita was about to ask if he could lend some. "Wish me good luck, I'll need all I can get."

"Aww, you don't need good luck Kita-senpai, you got it!" A hand was rather hard on Kita's weak shoulder. "And you're welcome to get some training from us if you don't succeed." Ay yes, Satoshi Morinozuka. Takashi's Morinozuka, wild type of the host club's brother. He resembled his brother almost perfectly in the physical notion, but what Takashi lacked of words Satoshi made it up to him. In fact, Kita sometimes had trouble shutting him off.

"Yes, that's we came to speak to you and wish you good luck. If you don't succeed in this exam please give us a visit, we could be more helpful then that silly host club you waste your time with." Yasuchika growled.

"I will consider it. Thank you boys." Kita smiled softly as she heard her name being called.

"Miss Hayashi! You're up." The teacher eyed towards the rope and started the timing. "Whenever you're ready."

Kita bit her lips and her legs raced towards the caramel colored rope. She pounced it with all the strength and want her sister told her to. She strangled the rope with her hands as her feet crossed and tried to climb up."Just think of the rope as your road to fame and fortune, you have to grasp it with all your strength and climb it with every drop of want and determination you got." Her sisters word echoed freshly in her mind. Kita felt the rope burn her fingertips, making her grimace in pain, but she boosted up with her feet and continued to climb as her ribs felt being stretched and clawed by a ferocious feline. Once she reached the top she couldn't help but smirk and shout victory on the inside as she slid off from the rope and gave her teacher a hopeful look.

"Good work Miss. Hayashi, 20.3 seconds. That earned you a score of 82." Sweet a B! "Now please step up on the platform and back-flip on the saddle." She once gain eyed the saddle that stood there. Kita could almost swear it was mocking her. It pissed her off.

She ran with much force and speed as her short legs allowed her to as she jumped on the saddle time slowing down as her sisters words echoed again. "And as for the saddle, think of it as an ugly girl who you want to dismember and pounce her like the tiger you are." Kita outstretched her hands as she finally made contact with the rough feel of the leather, her golden eyes saw everything upside down as she preformed the back-flip, her hands leaving the support of the saddle, and gravity impulsion her back to the ground, which she safely landed on her ass…painfully the pain carried thought her body as she even hit parts that didn't know existed.

"Oww!" She painfully whispered to herself as she blushed when she heard the laughter of her classmates. She slowly and painfully turned to her teacher who was clearly holding back a chuckle.

"You got a solid 70 for performing the back flip, you would have gotten a 100 if you would have landed on your feet Hayashi." She finished writing in her clipboard and made eye contact with the pained student. "But nonetheless congratulations you passed." The teacher smiled sincerely at Kita.

Who the girl? I'm the girl! Kita mentally yelled and congratulated herself as she made her way towards the two boys. "Guess I won't need your lessons after all." She smiled proudly as she didn't even notice the boys holding back a hard chuckle.

"Still would have liked for you to join us Kita-senpai. Would have liked to spend some time with you." Satoshi blushed sheepishly as he scratched the back of his head.

"Oh don't worry about it I would love to spend some time with me too, I'm awesome like that." Kita proudly sat Indian-style as she patter herself on the back. How oblivious to what Satoshi said he felt heartbroken that Kita unconsciously refused his date.

Naomi's golden eyes scanned nervously around the room. She had used it to her advantage that the teacher was catching a quick snooze and tried to look over to some blonde guy's paper. But she was too blind and too far to see. The blonde guy quickly snapped his violet blue eyes back at Naomi who had suddenly changed the eye position.

He could only chuckle at how obvious it was. "If you want to copy someone smart id consider the guy in front of me. You're copying off the wrong person." Naomi was surprised by his response but just smiled thankfully back at him. Naomi now focused her golden liquid eyes at a rather unnoticed guy. She sat diagonally from him, and yet she paid no mind to him. She had seen him of course but just a quick scan of the eye.

And now she had noticed that he was incredibly good looking. Well, more than half of the boys in Ouran were good looking but she always had a thing for a guy with black hair. Was her kink, you could say.

He obviously had midnight hair, that laid lazily and yet neatly on his face, was trimmed and with a spectacular shine to it. Thin prescription glasses showered his winter grey eyes with an intimidating shadow. His thin face focused solemnly on the paper blow his cold winter eyes, who rapidly glanced to Naomi's warm ones without warning.

"Tamaki, who many times have I told you I'm not an advertisement for your shenanigans," He sighed. His voice was like dark chocolate, rich and smooth. It hit Naomi's ears with softness and almost a velvet touch to it. He smirked over at Naomi whose eyes were a little bit wider then when she first started observing him. "Sorry for his actions, Kyoya Ootori." He introduced himself formally as he turned towards Naomi with full attention.

"Aww c'mon Kyoya she just needs a little help that's all." Tamaki warmly smiled at Naomi.

"No it's ok, even if I wanted to copy you I couldn't I cant see that far." Naomi shrugged. "But thanks anyways Mr. Tamaki." Naomi addressed him with formality, that's how she addressed everyone at Ouran except her sister. She looked at them with respect and extreme care, these guys were pretty sensitive.

"Oh, why so formal, just call me Tamaki, please, princess…?"

Naomi laughed rather loudly and regretted it when she realized she might have woken up the teacher, "Naomi, but just without the "princess", please." She smirked.

"Oh, alright. I don't remember seeing you around the Host Club that is all." Tamaki casually shrugged.

"Host Club?"

Tamaki's glowing eyes suddenly and dramatically widened. "A girl as pretty and precious as you doesn't know of the Host Club? What shame!" He dramatically sighed with surprise and disappointment.

"Please no flattering, I'm so embarrassed." Naomi jokingly rolled her eyes as she continued to watch him act rather ridiculously.

"You should stop by," Kyoya spoke with his velvet smooth voice once again. Naomi couldn't help but shiver. "It's mostly a club where we entertain girls like you."

"Sounds nice, don't get me wrong, but I'm short of time you could say." Kyoya's eyebrow rose in curiosity. "You see I have too many things on my hands to visit some club. I will consider the offer if ever have the free time." She lied through her teeth. Yeah free time my ass, when I have some its for sleeping. Have you looked at my eyes recently?

Kyoya nodded. He was quick enough to notice the dark lines formed right under her vivid golden eyes, it was kind of obvious with such sharp and attention getting eyes and such clear skin. It looked most disturbing on her. Surely a student of Ouran couldn't have too much work? School was basically what they most had to do, but who has he to speak, he too experience lack of sleep in various and recent occasions.

And now that Kyoya realized, she was the only student in the class who he hadn't looked up. It was strange that nether of them fully noticed each other until today. He would remind himself to look up on her once he got home.

The bell rang, and the teacher annoyingly opened his eyes as he stood up and collected the individual tests. Naomi could only sigh and hope that the answers she answered were at least similar or close to the right answer. She took her glasses off and placed them back in the pouch standing up and heading towards the door, kind of disappointed and tired. But then again she was always tired…of everything.

Naomi passed the day copying notes and answering questions that were assigned to her. She might not do well on test but she tried her best to succeed academically. She hopped that she would never have to render herself and leave her studies because of the stress and the pressure.

The final bell of the day rang and she hurried towards one of the many abandoned rooms in Ouran. She quickly undressed out of the yellow uniform and slipped into her work clothes, or at least her waitress one. It consisted of a white polo with black denim jeans, shirt neatly tucked in. She picked up her golden straight hair and tied it up into a neat bun before covering it with the black leather hat, and to top it all off her black sunglasses. Once she was done she neatly folded her uniform and tucked it into her book bag that she quickly placed across her chest, hurrying out before any staff personal could catch her.

Once she was out of the Ouran campus she walked two blocks west and ran to the back of the maroon colored building. It smelled of coffee as usual, and another familiar smell hit her senses as she finally reached the rusty cream colored doors of the back.

"Hey, Tin. I see you're as punctual as ever," Reichi smirked as a huff of white smoked escaped his lips. "Was wondering if you decided to finally quit your shenanigans and quit this job, or at least I hoped so."

"Always eager for me to quit huh? You want my spot that badly?"

"It's not that sweetheart, I'm happy with what I have, it's you're just too young." He tenderly explained as he took one last drag of the rolled up piece of nicotine and threw it across the back parking lot.

They both walked in as they headed for the kitchen.

"Oy! Hey there Tin, want some coffee?" Zeke offered with his goofy smile.

"No thanks, not hungry."

"Need to eat something look how skinny you are eh'!"

"There are the orders and the food, you know what to do." Reichi patted her back as he disappeared beyond the black plastic doors.

Naomi sighed as she adjusted her maroon colored apron and grabbed the notepad and tray, she sighed. Welcome to LNJS, what's your order? Ran over and over on her head as she exposed herself to the crowd.

Kita seated comfortably next to the devilishly looking twins. Their smiles made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside almost like a caterpillar in a cocoon. She retuned the smiles as the twins Hikaru and Kaoru leaned softly against one another.

"So how are you Kita-senpai?" The one on the right spoke. She still couldn't tell the difference between the two, but she liked to play you could say.

"Well I passed my gym test." She raised her hands who were a little bit red fro normal color, thanks to the ropes.

"Congratulations." They spoke in unison.

"Remember when you had to pass that horrible test and told me to help you out Kaoru? You fell on me like a dummy." Hikaru giggled as he cupped his stomach.

"Hikaru…that's embarrassing…" He blushed as a tear lingered from his amber colored eyes. Kita felt her heart rip and stitch up again when she saw Hikaru cupping his identical twin's face.

"I'm sorry." He slightly whispered but just enough for the girls around to hear. Hikaru softly, oh so softly with the tips of his slender fingertips lifted Kaoru's flushed face raising his slender face to his eye level, getting dangerously close to his mouth.

The girls next to Kita instantly combusted, but she bit her tongue hard and only managed to blush uncontrollably. Twin incest, yes, how was she explain that this is what she spent her afternoons on. But of course she lied and told her that she was currently enrolled in the Fine Art's club. Kita was almost a 100% correct, she was visiting a club full of boys who were Fine as hell, and they were considered Art in many ways.

Kita tried to change her eye contact to keep herself from exploding like a fan girl ticked bomb and focused on what the other hosts where doing. Tamaki sat around the velvet red couch with girls surrounding him as usual his flattery never seemed to amaze Kita, but it was also a little repugnant for her tastes. Kyoya was a total bore as usual as his fingers glided left to right on the stainless silver keyboard. Hunny rested his head casually on one of the girl's lap and his shoeless feet on the other girl seated on the other end, giggling cutely as he tossed Usa-chan back and forth between him and Takashi who was surrounded by girls drooling on how cute it was. And Haruhi, well Haruhi was good by himself, trying to melt the girls he had at his feet, which he was clearly a natural.

Kita sighed to herself as she returned her liquid eyes back to the twins who were back to leaning against each other, thanked Kita. Their Cheshire smiles combined with those careful absorbent eyes laid on Kita who was fumbling with the edge of her chocolate colored skirt.

"Hey Kita-senpai, want to play a game?" They asked.

Kita finished laughing and enjoying herself while it lasted. The clock on one of the pink colored walls rang 5:30 and that meant it was time for the Host Club to close up. She sighed as she reached for her stuff and started to walk out the door when Tamaki yawned rather loudly noticing that most of the girls where gone except her.

He stopped his actions as he noticed the 7th grader observing him rather amusingly. "Hehe, they there little princess, didn't see you there." He scratched his head back lazily as he fixed his posture rather quickly.

"It's alright Senpai, you're human you know." Kita giggled as she started to head out. She could see through one of the many big windows the club wall's had that the sun was beginning to sunk back into the ground and the moon slowly pushing itself in the picture.

"Man I'm starving. Want to go eat somewhere Kyoya I'm all alone today in my house again." Tamaki addressed Kyoya who was shutting down his laptop.

"I guess don't have much to do." Big surprise coming from a guy like him. Kita thought as she turned back rapidly to face Tamaki.

"You know, I happen to know a place where they serve exceptional food," Kita began as she ran a hand though the thick locks on her head. "I've heard great things maybe you guys would like it."

"Sure I'm always up for trying something new." Tamaki shrugged as he focused on Kyoya.

"Where is it?" Kyoya asked.

"It's two blocks west from here, right in front of the shopping center."

"But isn't that a coffee shop?" Kyoya asked once more.

"Well kind of, during the day they serve as a coffee shop and during the nights a restaurant."

"Hmm, sure sounds good. Who recommended you?" Tamaki asked.

"Umm…a friend of mine, his name is Chuck…Chuck Norris." Kita giggled nervously. Really? Chuck Norris?…Epic. Fail.

Kyoya sighed and started to pack his materials. I guess he could go as he himself was lonely. His sister was the only one who took the time to even show up some days but he expected what was bound to happen. His sister had a husband and soon to be family so Kyoya never really got much attention. From anyone, well that's not counting Tamaki and some girls who sometimes felt the need to change from host to host and picked him for the day. But, that was about it. Spending the night with Tamaki wouldn't be as bad as he thought when they had food around them.

"Alright thanks Kita-senpai, we will stop by thanks. Hope to see you tomorrow." Tamaki said as he waved the young goodbye and returned to look at Kyoya who was also ready to go. "Alright, ready Kyoya?"

"Yes, lets finish up here."

"No problem you two bye!" Kita sighed as she closed the door behind her. I'm a moron.

Naomi thrashed back and forth. Water, soda, friend shrimp, and steak with mashed potatoes. Right. She politely smiled as she approached the table, gently setting the food on the table and giving the clock one last glance. "Enjoy." Naomi said politely as she wiped her hands on her apron. She ran back in the kitchen and gave the next order a quick glance. This was the last one before they all had to change and the other workers came to do their shift while they preformed.

She knew Reichi was outside grabbing a smoke before the performances, it was the only one he could get during the nighttime. Naomi handled the last order and ran outside to get the said red-head. His long vibrant cherry red hair, swiped back with large amounts of gel and his sapphire colored eyes were both laid back when Naomi came looking for him as he slowly dragged the nicotine out of him. He wasn't bad looking, he was single 21, carefree and most importantly he was a gentleman. He treated Naomi like a little sister, that's why he always hoped for her to be missing, he knew how bad it could get sometimes, specially during nights, but he also knew she was standing on a thin line when he discovered she juggled back and forth between LNJS and Ouran.

"Hey let's go, it's time." Naomi peaked her head outside and whistled to him. He propped his eyes open and threw one of the many cigarettes as far as it could go.

"I hear ya'." He stuck his hands in his pockets and entered back. He quickly noticed the other people of the shift were here, he gave a quick smile and continue to drag himself towards the dressing room.

Ok Zeke is next. Naomi said as she ran towards the kitchen and spotted Zeke flipping eggs and whatnot, he always seemed so happy, it pissed Naomi off sometimes. Really.

Zeke was Australian. His curly blonde hair bounced as he sung a random beat from the night before. His big brown eyes where like milk chocolate that could even melt and old woman if he tried, he was very sweet, but oh so stupid. He was very skinny, and he was very tall which made him look like a human skeleton, he was 23, was currently going out with some plastic Barbie according to Reichi. Perfect match.

Naomi tapped his shoulder as he cooked. "Time to go Zeke, there here."

"Gotcha sunspot!" He cutely responded.

"Don't call me that, please." She bitterly answered. No matter how many times Zeke always found the way to annoy Naomi, even if she cared for him deeply as a friend.

Naomi took everything off, except of course, her underwear. She dressed in black sweatpants that were as baggy as one could possibly make them, her white tank top rested right above her bellybutton, something that she wasn't too thrilled about but it was the costume she was given. Naomi let her honey colored hair hand loose, her bangs covered her forehead as she tucked a few of them behind her ears. Her shoes were sneakers that were a pearly white and some white suspenders that laid lazily hanging low below her waist. The same ritual came for both Reichi and Zeke. Except for them the theme was red instead of white.

Once they were all ready they headed to the back of the rather small stage and waited for their queue. The three could hear the cheers of both men and woman, mostly men to Naomi's disappointment, she knew how vulgar they could get. Disgusting was all Naomi could explain it as. But she shook it off as he started to hear the deep and charming voice of the announcer.

"Ladies and gentleman! We are hear tonight to observe rather our exquisite dancers and their ways! They're none other than 9Tin, our two young men and our memorizing young lady as they dance their hearts out to us. Without further explanation…enjoy!" The announcer quickly stepped off and let the music take its course.

The music started slow but still with rhythm, slowly creeping up to excitement. Naomi and the other two faced away from the crowd as they started to relax their muscles. Naomi clenched her fists as she took deep breaths, slowly out and in, waiting for that starting beat. She couldn't deny it, much more than the feeling of adrenaline, it was what she loved to do. To dance, her hips were waiting to pounce into the music, her arms swing from left to right together with the melody it was who she was.

As the beat started they jumped to face the crowd and with a loud cheer they started their choreography flawlessly, matching the rhythm at all times, it was almost perfect how they harmonized with the music, as if their hearts and souls matched the pulsing beat. Yes, it was the beat of their souls…of her soul. They all captured each movement with precision, as they matched each other.

But that beat suddenly stopped mentally when she laid her golden excited eyes on something much colder than ice. It was those cold winter eyes, that perfectly settled hair, that intimidating gaze as his eyes slowly captured her every move and action, and as his face showed no expression, but she could feel it. It was stronger than that swift movement of her feet, stronger than strength itself.

He smirked up as he observed her body as it still somehow was able to move. Her eyes never left his as her feet had already a mind of his own. His cold expression turned to a cold one and his eyes widened when he finally realized who he was observing with such coldness, it were those golden warm summer eyes… Naomi…?

…Kyoya…?

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