Implosion
Chapter 1: Brawl
By: Rana Shalhoub
Disclaimer: I own none of Ouran High School Host Club, if I did…oh. If I did. You have no idea.
Oh, for all I have done and all I have wanted
I have yet to see all you have flaunted.
I wish to notice what you have to give,
and hope to cherish it for all that I live.
My eyes must see, my hands must feel,
but my heart tells my mind that your thoughts I must steal.
I think of you constantly, like a unending memory,
but I do not believe that you were meant for me.
Noisy was all Kyoya could describe the third music room at the end of the north corridor of Ouran High school. The Host club music room was full to the brim with the air of joy and giggles, and what Kyoya thought was pure annoyance. His eyes scanned the room, and he briefly scribbled something only he could understand in his clipboard. He looked to his side, noticing Mitsukuni-sempai clinging for life to Takashi-sempai's leg. From his perception, it seemed to be because they were furthering their act.
Each club member had an act. Hunny and Mori acted as if they were best friends, but Kyoya knew they were more. Hikaru and Kaoru acted as if they were angst filled brothers, but Hikaru was far from that, and Kaoru had a boyfriend. Tamaki was a rich boy, like all the others, with an ego and many talents.
Haruhi, on the other hand, was a large eyed, innocent girl. Poor, very unfortunate, and very intelligent. Her father believed he was a woman. Her mother was dead and Haruhi herself spent her free time trying to earn money to live a bit easier. Kyoya wasn't sure about Haruhi. She was confusing. A very simple person, but also very complex. She didn't fall for any of the Host Club members like the other girls did. But the other girls were mindless. And Haruhi Fujioka was not the other girls.
Tamaki peered past the top of one of the girls heads, noticing Haruhi entertaining her own group of girls. She was smiling and waving her hands around, speaking about something. The girls around her were laughing. She was nice, very pretty, and so oblivious it hurt sometimes. He glanced back into the girl before his eyes. Her name was Lisset, and she had a head of smooth and shiny black hair. She wore thin glasses, rimless, and had pretty green eyes. He could only assume she wasn't from Japan, but thought it rude to ask.
Lisset finished speaking to him, and he decided to change the subject, asking if she wanted a cake or some more tea. She shook her head a no, smiled, and bid him adieu. He averted his attention to Haruhi again, but noticed her walking towards the restroom. As he followed her small, albeit figure less body, he caught Kyoya at the corner of his eye watching her as well, and nearly frowned. He quickly regained composure. He could look, couldn't he? It wasn't illegal to look at the pretty, delicate thing he himself had decided to claim.
Kyoya and Tamaki locked eyes, and something clicked, and if it wasn't for the guests around them, they'd have bared their teeth and growled. Both turned away immediately and averted their attention to something else. For Tamaki, his pretty guest, and for Kyoya, his clipboard. They spent the next hour or so wasting their damn time. Several odd things happened, like Hikaru and Kaoru nearly kissing and Haruhi and Hunny sharing a strawberry cake. The highlight of their day.
Once every guest had left, the doors shut, and everything began to unravel. Tamaki turned to Kyoya, and watched as Haruhi, Mori, and Hunny walked into the back room to start making instant coffee for each other. Immediately after making sure they were busy, he grimaced.
"You were looking at her." The blonde host said almost maliciously.
"Hm? What was that Tamaki?" Asked the more nonchalant Kyoya, though he knew very well they were both boiling in rage. They had their battle of gazes for a while.
Kyoya finally sighed, and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I see. Yes, I was. I am a bit interested in her. She's very…different. Complex." He said intelligently, eyes closed, and a light smirk planted on his face.
"Well, we'll see who she's interested in, now won't we?" Tamaki said, crossing his arms, and smirking back.
Almost immediately, Kyoya's electric stare made its way to Tamaki's eyes, nearly causing him to jump.
"We shall." Kyoya concluded, and turned his attention to the clipboard. He scribbled something, and was sure now more than ever that no one was ever allowed to see this clipboard.
A/N: Hi, loves. I haven't updated in a long while, and here's another Chapter fic. I have a beta, wicca2star11. We know each other personally and I'm proud she's my beta. I beta her too, but seriously, how good of a beta would I be? It's a short chapter, but it's more of a prelude to everything that's about to occur.
Enjoy.