I was sitting beside a pole, listening to music, when I heard footsteps coming down the breezeway. A boy unsteadily walked my way. I payed no mind to him until he crash landed into me. "Hey! What the bloody hell are you doing?" I asked pushing the boy off of me.
"Agh, sorry! I'm trying to learn how to walk in these." The boy replied as he sat up. He pointed to his shoes, which were high heels. "I don't think I can pull it off."
"No, you're off balance." I couldn't believe that I was going to help this guy; someone who fell out of nowhere, onto my lap. I stood up and extended my hand to him. "Heel, toe, heel, toe. You can't just 'walk' in high heels... Why are you in high heels again?"
"I have to know how to dance in these by tomorrow, so I thought maybe walking around in them would help," he said rubbing the back of his head, "I don't think I've seen you around here."
"I'm not very noticeable... But yeah, hope you get the hang of those heels," I said turning around, only finding myself face to face with the Hitachiin twins. I only knew who they were because we went to school together two years ago.
"Excuse us," they stepped past me, "Haruhi what are you doing? We've been waiting." They said as one.
"Don't rush me, I won't learn to dance in these if I'm rushed." The boy from before replied.
I walked away, heading down the breezeway. "Hey, wait," the boy chased after me, "Could you maybe help me learn to dance?"
"Sure, I guess?" I replied awkwardly. He grabbed my hand and lead me to Music Room Three.
He pulled the big doors open. Four boys stood in wait behind them.
"Haruhi! Where were you?" A tall blond asked.
"Quiet, Tamaki. This is... What was your name?" The boy turned to me. I took one step forward.
"A-" I was stopped before I could start.
"Airs Miyamoto, age seventeen. An honors student in everything but math, and is female despite her male uniform." A boy with black hair and glasses said, looking up from his notebook. What the bloody hell? How did he know that?
"Yeah, and she's going to teach me how dance so everyone, leave us alone for a while." The boy replied. We walked over to a clear place towards a corner in the room. The boy began to speak, "I'm Haruhi, I had forgotten to introduces myself. The other host include Tamaki, the blond. The one that knew everything about you is Kyoya. The twins, Hikaru and Kaoru. And lastly, the short blond is Mitsukuni or Honey and the really tall one is Takashi or Mori. Now you know everyone."
"Um... Okay," I nodded, eyebrows raised. "Didn't you need to learn how to dance?"
"Yeah, let's start." He smiled.
We walked toward each other, "As leader, you put your arms like this. No, like this." I adjusted his arms, "There, now you've got it. So now, left foot, right foot. Ow!" I stumbled back.
"I'm sorry." Haruhi apologized.
"I have an odd question. Are you a girl, you know, wearing the boy's uniform? Like me?" I asked.
"Yeah. Is that weird?" Haruhi asked in reply.
"No, I just didn't notice at first." I said, "back to the lesson, I have stuff to do when I get home." I really don't, I just want to go home.
After an hour of teaching Haruhi to dance, I was ready to leave; hopefully without talking to anyone. As I walked towards the door a voice called to me, "Airs!"
I turned, "Yeah?" I said with no emotion.
"Let us pay you for the lesson," Kyoya said walking towards the door.
"No. You see, I'm not an instructor. It wouldn't be right." I explained.
"You spent your time to teach her, therefore some form of payment is in order." Kyoya said, very renowned.
"No. I don't want your money!" I shouted, "I did nothing but help a little. Thanks for the offer." I walked out of room.
"Airs, are you alright? Hey wait!" Haruhi yelled after me.
I stopped, "What?"
"All Kyoya was trying to do was be nice, there was no need to yell." Haruhi inquired.
"I'm not my father. I don't take money unless I earn it," I turned to Haruhi, "That's it."
"Well at least allow us to invite to my family's celebrating dinner Friday night," Kyoya said, stepping into the light of the hall way.
"Wait, your last name is Ootori, isn't it?" I asked as I turned to him.
"Yes. Oh that's right, you're already going. It is a celebration for both my father and yours." Kyoya informed me.
"Yeah, but I don't go to things like that, so thanks, but no thanks," I shrugged. I walked towards him, "You're a lot taller than you were four years ago, when we first met." I turned to leave, a smile tracing my lips.
Once I got home, I was called straight to my father's study. There he and my step mother, Nikooru, waited for me. As I walked in, I noticed the grin on Nikooru's face.
"Yes, Father?" I answered as I closed the door behind me.
"Yes, Airs. Due to the resent discovery of the new antibiotics, my scientists have uncovered, we are celebrating with the Ootori family and guests Friday night." My father grinned.
"I heard. Count me out. May I just go to the UK for the horse races? I'm happy for you, and I'm sure you'll make lots off it, the antibiotic. But I'd like nothing to with it, please." I returned.
"I'm sorry, but you have to attend." My father said as he hugged my step mother.
"Fine! But I'm not wearing a dress. If I'm being forced to go, I'll wear what I want!" I said turning away.
"But, Honey, it's a formal dinner party. You have to be dressed up." My father whined.
"If you don't have a dress to wear, we can go shopping! Yes, let's go shopping anyways, Dear. I swear you'll love it!" My step mother cheered, intruding in our conversation.
Oh god! What the bloody hell am I being signed up for. "Fine, whatever."
"Yes, it should be quite a party. Now, tomorrow your mother will take you to get a dress." My father said turning to his computer.
"She's not my mother." I muttered under my breath.
I ran down to the first floor, where the maid and other staff members cooked and did laundry and other things of that sort. In the very back was what used to be a break room. I called it the sewing room, or used to, because it was now my bedroom.
What long day. I plopped on my bed, I'm so tired, I think I'll turn in early tonight.
I changed out of my school uniform into my fluffy shorts and blue, long sleeve shirt. I crawled into bed and fell asleep. I woke up about an hour later, I had a painfully, horrible dream. I quietly forgot about the dream as I read some poetry out of my notebook. Why is it that words make me feel better than touch? Why does night have to fade to day? The only joy it brings, is it takes my fear away. I always ask myself the most common questions, but the problem with them is that they have many answers and I can only pick one.
I walked outside, into our backyard. The wind blew my bangs into my face. I unclipped my hair. It danced as it was set free from my flower-shaped clip. I studied the flower shape as I snapped it back together. I pulled my hair back once again and twisted it into the clip. I was ready to return to bed.
I woke up rather early– for a day off. As I walked into the kitchen, the smell of fresh bread tip-toed around me. I cut a loaf of the freshly baked bread into thin slices. I glided some cream cheese onto it and enjoyed. After I had eaten I had to get dressed.
I swapped my shorts for my favorite boot-cut jeans, I threw on my green vest, and pulled my hair down. After brushing my long brown hair into one flowing direction, I pulled it back again into my clip, as I normally did. I grabbed my wallet and phone, than headed for the front room. There, Nikoour waited for me.
The ride to the mall was completely silent. When we got to the mall, Nikooru ran me out of the car and into some dress store. She pulled me in so fast I couldn't read the sign above the entrance.
"What colors do you like, Doll?" Nikooru asked as she pulled my hair back tighter with the clip already holding my wooden-brown hair back.
"Blues suits me best, and purple helps my skin tone. But, dark colors bring out my eyes," I said, I may have hated dresses, but I knew what I looked best in.
"Oh, alright then!" Nikooru cheered. Some women bought out a cart of four dresses.
"Before we try on dresses, I want Airs to have a more flirty figure. Can we get her a corset? Now!"
"God," I muttered. The woman returned with a corset, one size to small. She pushed me into a dressing room, pulled off my shirt, and pulled the corset around my waist. With one pull of the strings I was down a dress size and short of breath.
The dress I tried on was dark blue with purple ribbon. The purple ribbon circled around the wast and up around the neck where it tied off. From bottom up, the dark blue, became lighter. I loved it, as did Nikoour. Nikoour picked out some blue heels, which were covered by the floor-skimming dress. In my head I devised a plan not to wear heels and wear my high-tops instead.
After slipping out of the dress and being released from the corset I was forced into, I dressed in my normal clothes and headed out of the store, "Nikoour, I'm going to walk around, I'll met ya' at home. Okay?" I shouted.
"See you at home, Doll!" She called out to me. I'm not your doll!
As I walked out I ran into Kyoya."Oh, hey Kyoya! What are you dong here?" I asked rubbing my head, hoping he didn't see me in the dress though the window.
"Oh, hello Airs. I'm here with the guys." Kyoya said turning away, as he always did, with a deep stare.
Oh my god, why is he here? Please tell me he didn't see me in that dress! "So, can I join you guys? I'm just here with my step mother, but I already told her I was going to tour around." I explained.
"Sure, we would love to have you join us. The rest of the hosts are over there, checking out some baking-goods store." Kyoya said while pointing in the direction of the other Host Club members.
"Cool," I started forwards than turned back to Kyoya, "you coming?"
"Yes."
I walked onwards, as Kyoya followed behind. As I walked up to the group, they turned to me. I was bombarded with "hi"s and "hello"s.
"Hey guys, what brings you all to the mall today?"
"Just looking," Tamaki informed me.
"Cool," I turned to the twins, "Hey, what the hell are ya'll looking at?"
"Your hair, you always wear it up." Kaoru noticed.
"Yeah, it's more comfortable up." I stated. I felt the clip fall out, "Hikaru, give!" I demanded.
"How did you know it was me?" Hikaru asked as he handed the clip to me.
"I saw you slip behind me. Really, you two aren't as sneaky as you think." I told them. By now my hair had completely untwisted. I just pulled it up again and clipped it down. Why even bother fixing this mess of hair anymore?
Out of nowhere Kyoya announced, "Why don't we all go to my mansion for lunch?"
Everyone had agreed, including myself. We all loaded into one limo for the ride. Tamaki explained to Kyoya that he'd have to show Haruhi and I around. I guess he's thinking we'll be returning to Kyoya's home sometime soon.
Once at the Ootori home, we all entered the living room area. On one side of the long space was a dinning table, in the middle where we all stood was a living room-like setting, and on the other side were some seats and a couch. The room was well furnished. Whoever set it up knew what they were doing.
"Lunch will be ready soon, my personal chef is preparing some sushi for us." Kyoya explained. "Any tours will have to wait until after lunch." He said as he covered Tamaki's mouth.
After everyone had eaten, we all were talking about the upcoming semester. I kept quiet, until Kyoya asked Haruhi and I to join him on a tour around his home. The fact he was showing us around his home puzzled me at first, but it was kinda fun. Especially after I realized the twins were following us. Kyoya mostly talked until the twins pulled Haruhi away. Then there were two.
"Have you noticed it's just me here?" I asked, as we climbed to stairs to the third floor.
"Yes, you didn't say anything, so I continued. Is that a trouble? We can return to the others if you so desire," Kyoya said. His voice was so emotionless, his face had no expression. He seemed like he almost had no reason to smile at all.
"I'm fine. I just thought maybe you hadn't noticed we lost Haruhi somewhere along the way."
"She's not lost, she's with the twins. I may seem careless but I'm truly not."
My opinion completely changed, "I wasn't trying to say that." I realized how caring Kyoya really was. I don't get why I didn't notice. I'm the one that's blind. Kyoya's the youngest of his family, he may never get any part of his family's estate. But yet he seems not to care; he has his eye on something else. I have this notion that I feel bad for him. I know what's it like to know that no one will give you what should be yours.
"Shall we move on?" Kyoya asked, regaining my attention.
"Uh, sure. But, why did I need a tour of your house again?"
"I'm not quite sure. Tamaki has this idea that we should all know the in's and out's of each others homes."
"Can we just go join the others? I like listening to you all laugh. Not that I don't like listening to you," real smooth Airs, "but it's late, everyone is going to need to leave soon."
"I suppose you're right. This way then."
We walked back down the stairs to the living area from which we entered. Everyone was laughing and cutting up. It was nice to be back with everyone. I realized that I was very tired.
"Hey, Kyoya. It's late, we need to get going." The twins explained.
"Yes, yes. Thank you guys for your stay, Tamaki can you get Haruhi home?" Kyoya asked.
"Sure, but where do you live, Airs?" Tamaki wore confusion on his face.
"On the other side of town, I've planed her ride back already." Kyoya stated.
Wow, Kyoya has everything planed before Destiny has a say, it seems. Another thing to add to the list of how he surprised me.
Once everyone said their goodbyes and left, Kyoya's driver pulled up, Kyoya pulled the door open and allowed me in. I sat down next to the window, and Kyoya followed.
"Coming along for the ride?" I asked.
"Yes, what kind of host would I be if I let my guest ride home alone."
"I would think a bad one." I chuckled.
"Yeah, well. It's also a rather long ride to your mansion. On the other side of town."
"I guess. I've gotten so use to it. It almost seem minutes away, always."
"I know the feeling. But away from that fact, I notice you're in honors classes. Everything but math. Why is that?"
"I'm not sure. You see, everything else comes naturally, but math," I sighed, "math might as well be another language."
"How could you compare math to another language? Don't you speak three?"
"Yes, The Queen's English, my first language, French and Japanese."
"Yes, I did notice the English, you look somewhat French, but your more Japanese in you than you take credit for."
"Yeah, everyone in my family has said at. I choose to let other think what they want. You see, I don't care for others or their opinions. That's why you guys, the Host Club, are my first-ever friends."
"How interesting. You've gone your whole life, with no one but your family?"
"Yeah... Hey, we're here."
"Where? Oh." Kyoya climbed out of the car, then I followed.
"Thanks again, what time is it?" I asked as I pulled out my phone.
"2:35" Kyoya and I said at the same time.
I smiled and ran to the front door, I waved to Kyoya, than walked inside my home. What a long, but nice day. Why can't all days be as nice as this?