Whoops, or…"Breezenef!"
Disclaimer: I don't any of the characters mentioned in this story. Thank you for reading this story.
"Nii-san, will you read to me?" A little blonde girl blinked at her older brother.
Umehito Nekozawa's eyes goggled at the three-foot high pile of shojo manga that the servants were carrying behind his younger sister, Kirimi. "I'm busy right now, but I'm sure Suoh-kun and the Host Club would want to keep you company." His shadowy aura somehow brightened as he led his beloved sister to a previously non-existent door.
The blonde smiled at his younger sister. Although she still loved her shojo-manga, Nekozawa could sense great potential for the Dark Magic in the little girl. He opened the door and waited to choose the moment in which to scare the club members. He also waited because he was dumbfounded at the sight of the poorest member of the Club proceed to hit the Hitachiin twins on their heads.
"Beezenef…trivial…"
The Dark Magic Club president huffed in indignation and continued to wait for an appropriate time. He watched as the scholarship student and the Host Club president fall to their knees in defeat, but the nether realm did not reveal the reasons why. He shrugged and planned to wait longer. Unfortunately, Kirimi could not wait rushed into the room. "Story! Story!"
The Host Club turned to face the sudden appearance of the Nekozawa siblings. "Welcome sempai." The vice president, Kyouya Ootori, greeted. "Do you need more assistance with…sun exposure?"
The Dark Magic Club's president violently shook his head and stammered. "I'm busy right now and Kirimi wanted a story read…" The teenager escaped back to his workroom.
The boys of the Club turned their collective gaze to the sofa where Haruhi already started to read the manga aloud to the six year old. Somehow, the blonde girl had picked up the discarded Breezenef doll that one of the Hitachiin brothers held earlier and clutched it while avidly listening Haruhi's oral recount of the story.
Since none of the other members wanted to mess with a Nekozawa with a Breezenef doll, the boys started planning their next events, discussed possible cosplay themes, and invading the Fujioka household.
After a bathroom break and four volumes of manga, Kirimi started examining the Breezenef doll in her arms. Made out of wood, the doll had some markings on it "fuj –fall guy?" Haruhi, doggedly read on, not noticing how Kirimi stared at the doll and stared at the freshman's uniform with the tiny embroidered. "Fujioka" on the breast pocket. The little girl was ecstatic to see a sharpie marker on the end table next to the sofa and started finishing the word "Fujioka" on the back of the doll. She fantasized about a world where the nee-san could wear pretty dresses.
"Kirimi!" Her brother called from the doorway, startling all but a former kendo champion, a raven haired vice president, and the freshman who sighed in relief. "Let's go home.
"Onii-chan!" Ecstatic over her achievement at copying the word, the budding black magic priestess scrambled off the sofa and ran towards her brother. Her arms outstretched, she waved the doll at her brother. "See what I did! I can write!" Then, she tripped and the doll flew in slow motion and shattered on the floor in a cloud of smoke.
Amidst the chaos, Nekozawa screamed "Kirimi!" and was able to grab his little sister. The siblings stared at the smoke. That wasn't supposed to happen…
A/N: Thank you for your patience in reading this. This is my attempt to try for something along the lines of a chaptered fic. I got the idea from the physical volume 8 of the manga. Reviews will be appreciated.