Okay so! I'm revising stuff again lollll ugh and yeah I hope that I can just overall improve all the quality of this junk, and also, this chapter is just gonna be short soo sorry
Previously on The Wilted Rose:
Finally, the bell rang signaling the end of school. Kagome shoved her things into her black messenger bag that was complete with a few spikes and safety pins, before aiding Haruhi in organizing her things into her filing binder in an orderly manner. With her cousins routine complete, they headed out into the hall's in search of a library to review what they had learned. They were scholarship students, so they needed to uphold their grades if they wanted to stay in that school. Kagome blew out a puff of air at the thought.
How troublesome.
Presently:
"Honestly! This school has four libraries and all of them are packed, and loud- and ugh- not to mention there being four libraries- FOUR!" Haruhi ranted to Kagome, making faces in the midst of her rant, while the other female only enjoyed her spitfire of a cousins wrath. Kagome preferred it when Haruhi was angry over her timid self, as she was far more expressive in this state than withdrawn when she was timid. Not to mention her anger was downright amusing, when not directed at Kagome, that is.
It had already been half an hour since they first began searching for a quiet place to study, and Haruhi had just about had it with all the students at Ouran. Libraries weren't social areas, they were areas for reflection and to get lost with those around you; whether that meant within your studies or in a book was left to the individual. Apparently, Ouran students had been educated in all forms of etiquette except library etiquette, one of the few that valued at all times. Still, in their search Kagome and Haruhi had found themselves in unfamiliar surroundings, witnessed a pair of male teachers kissing (which Kagome had called, by the way), and had escaped several random mobs of the yellow buffalo women. Yet despite all their struggles, they still hadn't found their place of solace.
Looking around her, Haruhi spotted what was a seemingly abandoned classroom, the third music room. As her hand held the nob she questioned why a school needed three music rooms, and she was oblivious to Kagome's warning of the people on the other side, two of whom, Kagome recognized as the interesting twins she had noted earlier. Kagome was grateful for her ability to read auras, and something told her that once she walked in through that door, something would happen. Whether it be good or bad, that she wasn't sure of.
Stepping into the room, flower petals obscured their gaze, bombarding them from some point in the heavens and hitting Haruhi and Kagome in their descent. Haruhi was dumbstruck, while Kagome sneezed in response to the strong scents that attacked her nostrils. Even from the other side of the door, the perfumes of the room were strong, yet she hadn't anticipated anything to be as concentrated to this degree.
"Welcome," a mesh of voices greeted them as they regarded the males in front of them, all of them in uniform and arranged in a manner that screamed shojo, as if their existence was created for the sole purpose of being a chick magnet.
"Oh, it's just boys," the red-haired twins said together, a dismissive tone in their voice as they waved off Kagome and Haruhi's presence. Suddenly, Haruhi understood what Kagome had already grasped; due to their lacking feminine attire, and their presently lacking busts, they were automatically classified as males to the Ouran population. As if this school couldn't get any worse.
"Hikaru, Karou, these visitors are in the same class as you, correct?" Kyoya questioned, thirsting for affirmation to all his knowledge as if it were confirmation of his very existence.
"Yes they are, but the shorter one isn't very sociable, so we don't know him very well, and the tall one," started Hikaru.
"Well he doesn't talk much either," finished Karou. They shrugged as if to emphasize their knowledge, or lack thereof.
"I see." said Kyoya, pausing in his search for knowledge.
"Welcome, welcome, honor students, to our extravagant academy! You are a true inspiration to all commoners," Commoners? thought the cousins in unison, unfamiliar with such a term being directed at them, "coming to our famous school. You are quite privileged to have the ability to come to our wonderful abode! Although, I would have never expected you two to have been gay," Tamaki exaggerated, pausing for dramatic affect, "So what type will it be?" At their looks of confusion, he ran through an explanation of each of the types, each person striking a pose for the character they had assumed. After he boldly announced his own 'type', he leapt over to a tense Kagome and softly held her chin as he titled it up for what he thought to be a romantic gesture.
While Tamaki had launched himself into introductions, Kagome's irate mood from earlier reappeared ten fold. For some reason, women had been attacking her and Haruhi since they had reached this school, their teacher was a dick, and the stress of her past had been building up all day. Not only that, but her worries for her brother had only advanced as she realized that she would have less time to search for him since she was legally required to attend schooling, and her last free week had been spent preparing for this stupid fucking school. Yet here she was, face to face with some idiot who couldn't even get her gender right, addressed her with some derogatory, and had forced her to stay in a perfumed room far longer than she had anticipated. The moment he had grabbed her chin had been her breaking point.
In one swift movement, Tamaki was sent flying. The hosts were shock still as their self proclaimed king was thrown towards an expensive vase, the same vase that they had been planning to auction that weekend. His leather clad foot lightly tapped against it as he crashed into a wall, and fell into a heap, before the vase was sent plummeting towards the ground. Haruhi managed to catch it, ending its descent. But, just as a wave of security hit, Haruhi slipped on a stray banana peel and the vase flew into the air. The hosts did nothing but eyes its intricate designs as it made its made its final fall.
A crash echoed throughout the host club.
