Attention! Attention All Hosts! 2

Chapter 1: I Call Your Attention.

I ran through the obstacle course my father had set up and skidded to a halt in the freshly cut grass. My father stopped the stopwatch and showed serious consideration on his face while he looked at my time. Kyo joined me and handed me a water bottle. I took it and drank half of it. I tried to get the grass off my yoga pants I used to workout in, to no avail.

"Stupid grass," I muttered under my breath. Kyo grinned happily. "What?"

"You're here. You're staying. Jason's mom is mad."

"I know. You've been saying that for the last week. It happened two months ago. Will you please let it go?"

"Fine. You're no fun."

"I know."

"Children," my father said to get our attention.

"What is it Dad?" we asked in unison.

"Kyon, you need to get better. Kyo, please stop using those three sentences. It's annoying your sister."

"I'll stop."

"Thank you," I told him. Our father nodded in agreement.

"Alright Kyon. I want you to go again." I set down my water and went back to the beginning of the obstacle course to do it again. I had to run it five more times before my father was satisfied.

"Why are you so serious about the time?"

"My father wants to see if you meet his standards. He will be coming to check next month. If you do well, he will admit that he was wrong about everything and finally say that I can marry whoever I want. Then I can remarry your mother if she wants. That would stop us from simply dating." He got a blissful smile on his lips.

"I'll train even harder then. Kyo and I get to spend tonight here so I'll work hard tonight. Tomorrow morning, I'll see if my time has improved with a first run."

"That sounds good to me. Kyo, what are you doing?"

"This financial report looks horrible. It's unorganized and it looks like some calculations were off. No offense to your work."

"That's perfectly fine. You can criticize my work at any time." We went and looked at the papers Kyo was working on. "That isn't one that I did though. That is from my new intern."

"Great job on letting your intern handle this. It's good for his experience, if he does it right."

"Your intern is cute. I just wanna pinch his cheeks."

"I doubt he would enjoy that."

"You have a point."

"I also doubted your decision in revealing your gender to the entire school. At least I'm paying for your schooling now. I also paid off your debt to your club."

"I'm going to miss hosting. I want my hair to grow as long as it was before though." Currently, I was trying to regrow my long hair. It was at my shoulders. "It grows so slow."

"At least it doesn't curl anymore. When you two were little babies, your hair curled."

"Thanks for the information Dad. I hope it doesn't start to curl now I'm just trying to grow it out and get it to the way it used to be."

"Kyoya likes it the way it is," Kyo teased.

"Oh hush. I don't tease you about Renge. You give me plenty of opportunities."

"I didn't take almost an entire year to start dating her. A year has 365 days in it. It took almost that long for you and Kyoya to start dating."

"Shut up. Kyoya and I had some complications."

"You just didn't recognize your feelings. Then, when you did, you didn't recognize his feelings. They were so obvious too. I thought you were more observant than that."

"Don't you have some financial thing to be messing with?" He snickered as he returned to his work.

"Kids, your mom is on the phone. She wants to know if you're ok with her joining us for dinner," our dad said as he popped his head outside to look at us.

"That's cool."

"I'm fine with it."

"Great." He went back inside. I looked at Kyo.

"When did Dad go inside?" I asked him.

"I have no idea."

"I just thought I'd ask."

"Kyon! Kyon! Kyoya came to see you! Kyoya came to see you! Kyoya came to see you!"

I stared at Kyoko. She was hyper. She had been since she turned five a few days before. I nodded to show that I heard her. Then I proceeded to look down at my outfit. Kyo snickered at my workout clothes and I turned red.

"I bet you wish your shirt covered your whole stomach now, huh?"

"Shut up Kyo." I looked over at Kyoko. "Can you go tell Kyoya to wait? I need to change."

"No. I can't. Sorry."

"What? Why not?"

"Because I'm already here," answered Kyoya from the doorway. He was dressed simply and normally.

"Hi Kyoya. I wasn't expecting to see you today. I just finished working out a little while ago so I need to shower and change."

"Actually, you don't get off that easy," my dad said as he exited his giant house.

"What do you mean?"

"My father rescheduled seeing you. He wants to come tomorrow afternoon. Run the course again."

"But Dad, I just want-."

"No buts. Go," he said sternly.

"Darn it," I muttered on my way to the beginning of the course.

"Go!" I ran through the course for an hour. Each run was between two and five minutes.

"I'm so tired of this. Can I please just continue later tonight?" I asked my dad.

He gave me a look that said no so I gave him puppy dig eyes until he agreed. I learned that from Tamaki. It was effective and useful. That was one thing that stuck with me from his early teachings. It wasn't my favorite way to get things I wanted, but it was the most effective.

"Go shower and change into something appropriate for your boyfriend. Nothing above the knee and nothing that dips too low." I smiled.

"That last sentence knocked out none of my clothes."

"Don't get in something that's too cute. You may be inheriting the dojo, but you're still one of my baby girls."

"Dad, I'm seventeen. Don't treat me like I'm a little kid," I whined.

"I can't help it. I missed most of your life that has already past."

"You can make up for that by being a normal seventeen year old girl's father to me now."

"I'll act the way I want. Go shower and change."

"Alright Dad. Thank you for letting me stop!"

I ran off to take a shower and got dressed into a cute little dress.


It wasn't long before I rejoined my family and my wonderful boyfriend. I gave Kyoya a happy smile and sat next to him in the empty seat to his left.

"Hi Kyoya. What are you doing here?"

"I came to see if you were busy next weekend."

"You could have just called."

"I think seeing you is a lot better."

"You're so sweet." He put one arm around my shoulders so I scooted closer and smiled at him. "So why do you want to know about next weekend?"

"It's time that we had a date where you go to see my family and meet everyone again in a proper setting."

"What do you mean?"

"I think you should come to my house for dinner." I smiled sweetly at him.

"That's a great idea! I would absolutely love to go to your house for dinner next weekend. It sounds great."

"Great. I'll be picking you up around 5:30 on Saturday night, if that's ok?"

"I'll just talk to my parents about it at dinner and then I'll tell you if it's a good time or not. Does that work out?"

"That sounds perfect." I started to mess with my shoulder length hair.

"Kyoya, how would you feel about me cutting my hair short again? It's harder to do things like that obstacle course with my hair always getting in my eyes. It would help my family out if I could do better."

"You always look great. Your hair doesn't matter to me." I gave him a shy smile, even though I wasn't shy around him anymore.

"Thank you. You're so great. And I'm embarrassing myself after two months. Great job on my part, don't you think?"

"You're so cute." He smiled at me and kissed my cheek gently.

"Thank you." Most of our encounters had me acting really shy like that. That was such fun.

Me- Not sure how to start this so I'm just taking a random guess on how. I'm not sure how to follow up my previous story. I hope it turns out well.

Kyon- So you had one reviewer that had a view on if you should write this?

Me- Pretty much. Yeah.

Kyo- So this is dedicated to that one reviewer.

Me- Exactly.

Kyoko- This is dedicated to slashingfruit101! YAY!

Me- She's so cute. Kyoya is the only one I don't own in this chapter.

Kyoya- You also don't own Ouran High School Host Club.

Me- I think that's obvious.

Kuma- She owns everyone except Kyoya.

Everyone- Join us next chapter!