A/N: First fic in the Ouran section with an OC. I did write a NekozawaXHaruhi once, but that was a long time ago, and I'm starting fresh.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club, and I make zero profit from this.
"I found her outside the club, lurking." Kanazuki told Nekozawa as she nodded towards the girl she had led into the club. "She seems... fitting to be in the club, don't you think?"
The girl turned and shot a glare at both Kanazuki and Nekozawa. Kanazuki stared her down, unafraid and Nekozawa grinned.
"Hello, miss, would you like to join the black magic club?" Nekozawa strode over to her, holding up a Belzenef doll. "I can give you a lovely Belzenef doll if you choose to join..." He unintentionally tipped his wig back, exposing his blue eyes that flashed in the candlelight.
"I don't want to be here." The girl sighed, brushing her long, dark locks out of her eyes, unfazed by the enthusiasm in the black magic club president's eyes. "Reiko just said I could hide out in here until Kuze gave up. Honestly, I don't need anything else to deal with right now."
"Maybe another time then? Fufufu..." Nekozawa studied her as she glared at him. She looked almost similar to Kanazuki, with her dark eyes, dark hair and pale complexion. But unlike Nekozawa's best friend, she had fire in her eyes, adding a zap of brightness to her dark features.
"I really don't need any of this black magic stuff, I've got enough dark problems of my own." The girl ran her fingers down her arm and sighed. "You're Umehito Nekozawa, right? I'm Jira Samos."
"Are you having some sort of trouble?" Kanazuki asked from the chair where she had settled with a large book.
"I don't want to talk about it." Jira plopped down on the couch and shook her head. "Last time I talked about it Kuze found out and I got where I am today."
"He teases her and socially humiliates her." Kanazuki turned back to her book, shutting off any response to any questions she was asked.
"I could curse him for you." Nekozawa's eyes lit up, sparkling happily. "I wouldn't mind at all. And you can tell Kanazuki and I anything, we won't tease you."
"I predicted some students' death at my old school, ok?" Jira glared at Nekozawa as Kanazuki secretly watched from over the top of her book. "I got kicked out because they said someone who was as satanic as me wasn't welcome in their school. Black magic is not Satanism. It's not that simple, and I know that." Jira felt a faint blush creep across her face at her ramble. "Sorry. I just get irritated."
"You would be good for this club." Nekozawa smiled at her, letting his wig fall back down over his eyes in an attempt to make it a creepy smile.
"Umehito, you're not that scary." Jira reached up and shoved his wig back a little so she could look him in his eyes. "You're a little cute, actually. Like a kitten."
"Why thank you!" Nekozawa stepped away from her, pulled his wig back down and hummed to himself as he bustled around, cleaning the club up.
Kanazuki watched over the top of her book, and then carefully slid her book back into the bookcase. She moved onto the couch, near Jira, and pulled a pack of Tarot cards out, handing them to Jira.
Jira glanced down at the cards in her hands and then hesitantly shuffled them before handing them back to Kanazuki. Jira had worked with tarot cards herself before, but hadn't lately for various reasons.
Kanazuki laid the cards out in a classic spread and flipped a few of them over before turning to the other girl and giving her a slight nod. Jira surveyed the cards; everything looked good so far, and then leaned back waiting for Kanazuki to continue.
When Kanazuki flipped the last card, Jira blinked, feeling her face go red. Nekozawa turned at that moment, but Kanazuki was already busy picking up the cards.
"Is something the matter, Jira?" Nekozawa didn't hide the worry in his tone.
"No." Jira stood, gathering her things. "Kuze should be out of here by now, I have to get going." She tried to breeze past Nekozawa, but he caught her arm. "Do you need something, Umehito?" Jira asked, her voice just a little panicked.
"Be safe." Nekozawa smiled at her. He laughed as Jira rolled her eyes and walked out the black magic club's door.
"Everything looks good." Kanazuki nodded at her best friend. "Especially since she isn't afraid of you."
Nekozawa nodded. Jira was the perfect creature, a creature of the dark without being bound to the dark like he was. He admired her in some ways, and in other ways... he wasn't exactly sure what those other feelings were. But they were the beginning of something.
A/N: Jira was originally my role-play character, but then some crap happened and I've re-developed her in order to use her here. I'm so excited about the world seeing her, so please tell me what you think! Thank you so much for reading!