Hello again! I am going to do as much as I can since, well, I will be away from my computer for the weekend…I suppose I will use that time to improve ideas. (I am literally fueling myself with anime openings on repeat for writing music. Life is awesome)
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7:30 shows in a dull green color on Haruhi's digital clock, sitting right next to her bed. On top of the mattress, the brunette sits with a small pile of finished homework splayed at her feet. She looks around the room, eyes coming across her loosely folded up uniform and she jerks up, eyes wide. "Crap," she mutters, sliding off the bed and making a dash for the closet. "I forgot." She grabs a small bag and puts two changes of clothes in it, remembering what Kyoya had told her with a bit of annoyance.
"Be ready at your door at exactly 7:35. Do not make anyone wait." The threat of an impending car ride with just Kyoya gives her shivers. She can imagine the silence. Oh, the coming silence as he writes in that cursed book. What would he be writing about? Probably taking notes about Haruhi. Maybe Tamaki would put him up to getting information? She shakes her head. Kyoya already knows what breakfast cereal she eats. There isn't much Tamaki would want to know that knows-all, sees-all Kyoya couldn't hand him on a slip of the stupid notebook. A brute knock at the door shakes her out of her thought. She slips the bag and a light grey pillow under her arm and moves to open the door. Please don't be Kyoya. Anyone but Kyoya. Anyone but freaking Kyoya. The wooden door slides inward, letting the light of the day into the living room of her house. Well speak of the hypotensive devil. Kyoya stands in the opening, a bored expression plain on his face. Haruhi can tell he didn't want to be the one to get her but had to. This worries her. What could Tamaki be doing that prevented him from coming? Knowing him, he would jump at the chance to fetch her.
"Well…do you have everything you need?" Kyoya scratches his forehead, a clear get-me-out-of-here-now look taking on. Haruhi runs over everything in her head. Clothes? Check. Pillow? Check. Note for Dad? Check. Death wish? She isn't able to finish the last check due to Kyoya nodding and dragging her out of the apartment. She looks both ways down the street, seeing one of the Ootori cars. Sleek and black, the thing radiates look-at-me-I-am-rich! On second thought, Kyoya always radiated that. A small crowd of people had already gathered around it. Some were asking if it were a movie shoot or if the police wanted special forces to look after them. Kyoya scowls. "They aren't THAT important." The pair push past the people, sliding into the rich-mobile. Haruhi leans her head against the cool leather seat, glancing out of the window to the slowly setting sun. She clears her throat, feeling the eyes of the crowd boring into her.
"So how long is the ride?" Haruhi asks, looking to her right at Kyoya, who is steady writing in the infamous notebook. He barely glances up at her.
"About twenty minutes." His line of sight returns to the paper. Haruhi sighs, crossing the seat belt over her chest. Twenty minutes was going to feel like a lifetime with this guy. She entertains herself by looking out the window as the car zooms out of the neighborhood. Buildings fade to trees and grass. The trees fade to a flat field, giving Haruhi the perfect view of the sun's departure. A small sound from behind her startles the girl and she turns around to face Kyoya. "Not too long now." Haruhi smiles, relief washing over her.
"Thank you. Oh, hey, I have a question." Kyoya only lifts an eyebrow, giving the go-ahead to ask. "Why were you the one to come get me?" He tilts his chin upwards, deciding how to answer.
"Tamaki was busying himself with getting ready and looking up what people do at slumber parties." Haruhi felt the color drain from her face.
"Looking up as in…Google?" The boy only nods. "Oh no." Kyoya looks up again, a devious smile replacing the stony expression.
"All you have to worry about is if he found out what Spin the Bottle is."
Haruhi slaps her palm to her forehead, resting her elbow on the door. "Please, if he suggests a nice game of Spin the Bottle, make him see that he wouldn't want to play." Kyoya nods and scribbles something in the book.
"But only because I don't want to play something like that with 6 men and 1 female. The odds would be against me." Haruhi laughs and returns her gaze to the almost non-existent sun. The car approaches a large black gate with a huge S in the middle. The Ootori driver taps a code into a keypad and the doors swing open, leaving the road clear. As they near the mansion, Haruhi notices many rows of cherry blossoms and other flowers that would strike a Host Club guest dead. The car parks in the front and lets the two out. Haruhi has to remind herself to breathe. Sure, she had assumed everyone in the Host Club would have gorgeous houses but this is unheard of. The word house doesn't do it justice. This place could be a summer palace for the Queen of England. Intricate white columns decorate the front, a door with gold trim and knob. Kyoya copies the knock he uses on her door and an excited voice calls from inside.
"I GOT IT!" The door swings open and Tamaki stands panting, blonde hair askew. He pats it down and sweeps his hand inside. "Welcome to the Ouran High School Host Club slumber party!" Haruhi smiles and follows Kyoya inside. There is no use hiding her surprise any longer.
"Holy crap!"
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*Again, a shorter chapter but I am trying to keep a pace so nothing seems too rushed OR too drawn out. Thank you for reading! -alleycat12
