Hello people. This is a new one from me so don't be to harsh if it sucks.
Disclaimer: Do we really need to put this here. Everyone knows that I don't own OHSHC.
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Kikori and Michiko walked down the hallway to their class. Kikori was very quiet and very independent. When it came to talking to someone she couldn't, especially guys. Michiko was very open and spoke her mind. She could talk to anyone in the world.
"Kikori lighten up, it's a new school year and you're a grade ahead. You'll do fine." Michiko told her sister.
"I don't know if I can lighten up. I'm sixteen and I'm in the junior class."
"Calm down, I'm in most of your classes. I know I'm a year older than you, but you'll do fine."
"I hope so. I hope they don't make fun of me for my black hair and my blue eyes."
"If they do I'll knock some sense into them."
"Thanks, I guess."
Michiko and Kikori reached their homeroom and took their seats. The teacher began taking attendance, when she got to Kikori the teacher could barely hear her answer. Michiko was the loudest person to answer. The teacher called out Kyouya Ootori and Kikori blushed so badly her face looked like it was on fire.
"You like him?" Michiko whispered.
"Ummmm."
"You want me to talk to him for you?"
"No thank you."
"You sure?"
"Michiko!"
"Okay, okay."
"Tamaki Suou." called the teacher.
This time Michiko blushed very badly. Kikori took notice and smiled.
"You like him?"
"Shut it!"
"Yes Michiko-chan."
"Don't take it personal."
"I didn't."
"Okay, just makin sure."
The bell rang and everyone departed to their classes.
Michiko and Kikori had a few different classes, but Michiko walked Kikori to all of them. Kikori had the exact same classes as Kyouya and Michiko had the exact same classes as Tamaki. The teacher called on her many times and she gave an answer. It was quiet but it was still the right answer. Michiko said the answers very loudly so even people down the hall could here her. The teacher told her to soften her voice and told Kikori to speak up. When they both met back at their homeroom Michiko couldn't stop talking. Kikori just listened to her until the bell for lunch went off.
"Come on slowpoke." she drug Kikori all the way down to the lunchroom.
"Michiko knock it off." she pulled her hand free.
"Would you girls like to come to the Host Club after lunch?" Tamaki popped up behind them. Kikori jumped and hid behind her sister.
"Sure we'll come. I'm not sure where it is though."
"Third floor music room."
"We'll be there."
Tamaki left to go get in line for lunch. Kikori reemerged from behind Michiko.
"What did you just get us into?" she asked with a glare.
"Into the Host Club."
"Why did you speak for me too?"
"Cause I thought it would be a good experience for the both of us."
"You're going to pay if something bad happens."
"Why do you say that?"
"With you something bad is bound to happen."
"Thanks a lot."
"Let's get lunch, I'm hungry."
"Okie dokie then." she pulled her sister into the lunch line. After they got their lunches they sat at an empty table. Kikori was just about to take a forkful of salad when Tamaki popped up again. Kikori's head went down and she let out a growl from her throat.
"What is your problem?" she said to him.
"Nothing, I just wanted to talk to you about my plan. That's why I asked you to come to the Host Club after lunch." he sat down next to Michiko.
"So we're part of some stupid plan to help you?" Kikori asked with an attitude.
"I wouldn't call it stupid. It helps the club out. All of the members in the Host Club would love it if you would help us out."
"I'll do it." Michiko said with a smile.
"Whatever." Kikori agreed.
"Alrighty then, let's get to business. I was thinking if you guys were to hang out with each host everyday you could get more of the girls in our school to come to the Host Club."
"So you mean like playing a rigged game." Kikori gave a smug look.
"Can you be nicer in the Host Club?" he asked.
Michiko let out a sigh, "Could you stop acting like they're going to be involved with a murder?"
"I'm going to the classroom." she took her tray and left for the class.
"Is she okay?" asked a red-headed boy. Michiko looked over and saw two red-headed boys that looked exactly the same.
"Yea…She'll be fine." she gave them a confused look.
"Do you know which one's Hikaru and which one's Kaoru?" Tamaki asked.
She pointed to the left, "I think you're Hikaru and the one on the right is Kaoru."
"You don't even know us and you got it right." they said in unison.
"Yay me." she said with enthusiasm.
"You're sister is so…" Tamkai thought for a minute.
"She has an attitude with people she doesn't know." Michiko told them.
"Why?"
"Just the way she is. She'll cool off once you get to know her."
"You two are the total opposite of each other." Kaoru pointed out.
"Yea, I know. She likes it that way."
"What are you talking about?" Tamaki butt in.
"I'm her older sister, by one year. Every year before she advanced a grade, the teachers were wondering why she was so quiet and independent. She had to be compared to me practically her whole life. I know she likes it better this way." Michiko took a bite of her salad.
Kikori entered her classroom and sat down at her desk. She began eating slowly. She lost interest in eating and began to think about the Host Club, what her type would be.
"Kikori?" a voice called. She looked up and saw Kyouya staring at her from behind his glasses. She threw her head back down and began eating. Her food interested her now, since the person she's had a crush on ever since she saw him, was standing right in front of her.
"Did the moron ask you and your sister yet?" he asked evenly toned.
"If you mean Tamaki, yea, unfortunately." her head was still down.
"So are you coming?"
"I don't know yet. I don't think I have a choice."
"Of course you have a choice."
"Not when it comes to Michiko." she giggled.
"If she's older then you, why are you in the same grade?"
"I advanced 7th grade."
"I never noticed you before."
"Gee, thanks a lot." she said sarcastically.
"Kiki!" Michiko's voice rang. She entered the classroom and flew to Kikori's desk.
"This is going to be so much fun. I can't believe they invited us." Michiko inquired.
"What's the point, it's just a scam." Kikori replied.
"You don't look on the bright side of things, do you?"
"You're talking to me, what do you think?"
"You're so difficult." Michiko sighed.
"No, you're just to easy." she replied.
"Just try it out for one day and if you don't like you don't have to come anymore." Michiko tried to reason.
"Fine."
"Yay, come on." she pulled her out of her chair.
Michiko drug her sister after her as she went on and on about how cute Tamkai was. Kikori stopped suddenly and Michiko almost fell to the ground.
"What's wrong Kiki?"
"What if… What if I'm not able to be around a lot of people without Catori? They'll think I'm a freak if they find out about it though."
"Don't worry. Remember you can come but if you want out after today you can have out. If you want to stay in mom said the school would allow Catori anyway. You'll be fine." she reassured her.
"You promise?"
"Promise."
"Alright, let's go."
Michiko pulled Kikori after her. They finally reached the third floor music room and Michiko right away opened the door.
"We're here!" she shouted.
Pulling Kikori in through the door way she closed the door behind her and continued to hold Kikori's wrist. She then pulled her over to the Host Club and stopped short. Kikori ran into her and both of them went down to the floor.
"You really have to start letting go of my wrist when you do that." Kikori said standing up.
She held her hand to her sister and Michiko almost pulled Kikori down with her.
"Thanks sissy."
Kikori glared at her with the devil's eyes.
"I see both of you are here. Great, let's get started. I made up a chart for which day you'll be with what Host."
"Oh, joy." Kikori mumbled.
Michiko elbowed her and then went right back to listening to Tamaki.
"Michiko, today you'll be with Kyouya and Kikori will be with me."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Kikori and Michiko said in unison.
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Luv, Lady Dreamer