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Kyouya sat at his desk reading quietly. It was not an interesting task, nor was it productive in any way. It simply passed the time. "Mommy!" He glanced up from his book to meet the eyes of Tamaki Suou. Even at the turn of the new school year he was still a nuisance to Kyouya, though he didn't mind as much anymore. "There's another one." Tamaki's eyes were quite large as he hoped that Kyouya knew what he was talking about. Fortunately for Tamaki, he did.
"I am well aware of that fact Tamaki, I make it my business to know others." Kyouya replied coolly. "Or have you forgotten over the break?" He closed his book with a sharp snap and smiled smugly at Tamaki. Well, smug by Kyouya's standards. Tamaki pouted as he pulled closer to his closest friend.
"Why are you always so mean to me Kyouya," He whined. His fingers played with the cuff of his Ouran blazer as he stared the Shadow King down. "I bet you don't even know what I'm talking about. You don't know everything." Kyouya smirked and slid his glasses up the bridge of his nose, the glint strategically shielding his eyes.
"The new scholarship student if I am not mistaken Tamaki," He stated. Tamaki frowned and mumbled quietly to himself. "She attended one of the local high schools in the area like Haruhi did." Kyouya continued, ignoring Tamaki as he opened his book once more. In a way, knowing there was another girl like Haruhi at the school disgusted him. When she was accepted last year he hadn't been too thrilled either. Kyouya just hoped she would stay clear of the Host Club. They didn't need another female Host after all.
"Wouldn't it be great if she and Haruhi became friends. Then she would be more feminine," Tamaki gushed as he held his hands to his cheeks and smiled. Kyouya rolled his eyes. He had given up reading his book and was simply staring at the page now.
"It would be glorious," He replied. The sarcasm dripped like honey onto a cake. Not the best metaphor when describing Kyouya who is not partial to sweets himself. "Now if you don't mind. I am very busy and wish not to be bothered."
Tamaki stood and pouted again, his purple orb-like eyes glistening as he made his way to his assigned desk. "You are always so mean to Daddy, why Mommy?" He shrilled as he took a seat at his desk. Kyouya shook his head and ignored the question, continuing to stare at the same page he had been on for the last ten minutes. This year they were in their third and final year. This year, everything counted. Tamaki hoped that even in his final year the Host Club would live on long past his graduation. That was a far fetched dream, but then again. Tamaki was far fetched.
Students filed in to the classroom, each talking animatedly about their breaks and how they were excited for the new school year. Professor Arita entered the classroom and placed his briefcase on the desk before the class. "Good morning class, may I please have your attention." The students quieted respectfully as Pr. Arita stood before the class. His sleek black hair was thinning in the front and his thick black glasses hung awkwardly off his large nose. "This year we have another scholarship student joining us from Kogei High School." Kyouya smirked to himself, he knew all this already. So this was of no news to him. He returned to his book without another thought. "Where is Tanaka, Hitomi?" The students glanced around curiously for the new student, but no one spoke out. Tamaki seemed the most eager as he quickly pivoted in his desk hopefully to get the first glimpse of this new commoner. "I said where is Tanaka—"
A girl hurried into the class wearing the females' butter yellow dress looking slightly disheveled. She had long curly brown hair that was held back in a high ponytail and thin-framed glasses that balanced on the edge of her sharp nose. Immediately recovering from her momentary lapse of disarray, the girl bowed apologetically to the Professor. "My apologies Professor, I got lost on my way to class and had to stop and ask for directions. Hopefully I did not waste much of your time." She stated in a level tone. It didn't even sound as if she had just run into the classroom. She cast the Professor a charming smiled and bowed once more.
"Are you Tanaka, Hitomi?" Professor Arita questioned skeptically. The girl nodded and smiled once more, the best false smiled she could muster. "Brilliant you may take a seat wherever you wish Ms. Tanaka. Please try to be on time, but seeing as it is your first day I will let you off with a warning." Kyouya had since glanced up from his book to observe. She looked different from the picture in her file. Her hair wasn't brown in the picture, it was blonde like Tamaki's. An interesting observation to take note of. He flipped open his black notebook and jotted down his examination.
"May I?" Kyouya glanced up at Hitomi, who seemed to tower over him. She was quite tall, almost as tall as Mori. He stared at her for a moment before waving his hand dismissively.
"By all means," Kyouya replied. "Be my guest." He slid his glasses up the bridge of his nose once more, making sure the glint hid his eyes from her as she took a seat beside him. He didn't want to get wrapped up in another scholarship student. It was bad enough Haruhi was already following around the Host Club. And we didn't need another Haruhi at this school.
What do you guys think so far. R&R The next chapter will be up shortly.
