I do not own Ouran High School Host Club or any of its characters (as if anyone thought otherwise)
The shocked silence that filled the room was very welcomed by the feisty redhead who was, for the most part, glad to have the attention off of her. Her weight shifted to one foot as her emerald eyes glanced around the room, curious as to the reactions that would follow such a silly statement.
"That's… very interesting…" Tamaki stated nervously, hoping to clear the awkward vibe in the third music room. He wasn't exactly keen on silence and hoped that it would soon pass.
"Well anyways, what exactly do I have to do regarding my detention?" The whole host club sweat dropped as Gin quickly brushed away the blatantly obvious awkwardness contained within the atmosphere. "What? Don't stand there with your mouths open. Especially you," the black haired beauty directed his gaze towards Haruhi, "I might just hafta take advantage of such an appealing mouth." He finished his, oh so eloquent, statement with a wink.
"No way in Hell!" Tamaki shouted, immediately taking the defensive position. The king's normally smiling face was now red with rage. "You're detention can be to shut up!" The stubborn, childish statement made Gin want to laugh. Maybe these people would provide entertainment during his 'incarceration'.
"Now, now daddy, let's not get testy," remarked a sly voice that could only come from the level-headed Otori. "His punishment is simply to help us manage and set up events and such, so in other words…..free labor." He finished his statement with his signature smirk while shoving his glasses in place. Ayame noticed that even though the motion shouldn't look that graceful, the intelligent man appeared simply flawless as he did so. She was forced to stifle a laugh as Tamaki's response reached her ears.
"Oh." Was 'daddy's' rather dumbfounded reply. "Well then, Kyoya, what events have we planned?" the blonde 'alpha-male' was all too eager to find work for the boy who dared to assault his 'little girl'.
"The Winter Ball is this Thursday, so I figure we can put him to work on that."
"You don't have to talk like imma dog!" Gin nearly snapped. With that he took out a box-cutter, twirling it in his fingers trying to calm himself down. "Just tell me when and I'll be there." He stated relaxed, seemingly entranced by the glint of the knife. He was oblivious to the fact that almost everyone had been holding their breath since he had pulled out the potentially dangerous object.
"Alright, say Thursday at 3:00 to set up." Kyoya stated matter-of-factly, scheduling the time in his now opened notebook. He had purposely left out part of his statement, figuring he would get a better reaction later.
"3:00 in the afternoon?" Gin questioned, surprised that the allotted time for setting up would only be four hours.
"No, in the morning. So, might I suggest you refrain from partying as you're so known to do." Kyoya was grinning, his sadistic humor pleasing him. Gin immediately sweat-dropped, "No problem, I'll be there." He sighed as he gave in. 'This is gonna suck! No partying? Honestly…they might as well tell me to castrate myself while they're at it!' His thoughts were beginning to depress him slightly, so he decided it would probably be a good time to get out of there.Carefully placing the aforementioned box-cutter in his pocket, the raven haired man left.
"So that leaves you then." Hikaru and Kaoru chimed in a sing-song voice, simultaneously. Everyone turned Ayame, the redheaded Yakuza. She however, was perplexed at how the two twins managed to synchronize themselves.
"My business is private and only involves that snake of a man." The mobster explained simply gesturing to Kyoya. She then ventured a glance towards Tamaki. "But, precious can come if he wants. I'm sure he's much better at negotiating than Kyoya." The entirety of the host club, excluding Suoh, stared at the redhead as though she was crazy. The shadow king just smiled, knowing that she would do just about anything to try and piss him off.
"I don't want anyone alone with her, she's scary!" Hani whined cutely, fearing for Kyoya and Tamaki. The short Lolita-boy stared at the two, his expression clearly portraying his worry.
"Shut up, you stupid brat!" Ayame's temper was set off by basically nothing. Something about the young-looking third year had bothered her since she came here. "Where the hell is my gun!" she screeched, her annoyance clouding her memory and the fact that it had been 'confiscated'.
"Should I give it back to her?" the tallest host member, Mori, asked Kyoya blankly as he held her revolver up. He wasn't exactly sure that giving her weapon back while her temper flared was the brightest idea.
Said Otori just smiled as he grabbed her thin, but clearly muscled, arm and dragged her along to another room to carry on their discussion. "No that won't be necessary, she needs to learn the meaning of punishment." Could be heard faintly as the door closed behind the two.
************* In The Third Music Room **************
The Host Club sat in silence as they waited for Kyoya and the newly introduced Yakuza to emerge through the door. Hani was still worrying as he coddled up to the taller member, Mori. Mori was unreadable as usual. Kaoru was lazily draped across Hikaru's lap, and, much to Tamaki's disapproval, Haruhi was sitting next to them, confused as to why they would just assume something bad would happen.
"They've been in there a while." Haruhi broke the silence with the obvious.
"Yeah. What business could Kyoya have with a mobster, especially a Yakuza?" Tamaki wondered his thoughts aloud. The attractive boy stood up and began to pace the brightly lit room. He was deep in thought, but somehow, it made him seem more serene. The clicking noise from his pacing was beginning to make the other members slightly uncomfortable, though none said so. They were worried also, even without a gun, a Yakuza is still a Yakuza.
"I think she's in one of my classes." Kaoru's irrelevant statement was a welcome distraction from the King's unsettling pacing. "She doesn't seem all that bad. I mean, sure she's mouthy, but I've never seen her actually harm someone. Never even threaten to." The submissive redhead seemed to be trying to calm the tense air in the room. Hikaru caught on immediately, nodding in agreement and beamed at the other members to calm them, too.
************** Meanwhile****************
"So Kyuya," Ayame started, mispronouncing his name. As to whether or not it was on purpose is a mystery.
"Kyoya." He corrected instantly. His demeanor was strictly professional.
"Fine. Four-eyes! Let's talk business." The mobster all but laughed as she grinned wider than was necessary.
P/N: Well, there's chapter two! Sorry it's so short and sorry I sucked at uploading! I was sick for a month and then right after that I had exams. kinda suckish, but if you continued to read this THANK YOU A MILLION! Again this is my first fanfic and I would enjoy any kind of commentary or criticism. I will try to be better at uploading, from now on! THANKS again!
