Apologies for the delay, but here it is! Chapter 2 live and in the flesh, or words actually. LOL! But before we move on to the story, a HUGE thanks to my lovely reviewers! I LOVE YOU GUYS! Also, another thanks to all the people who have favorited or followed this story. Cookies for you! Well, on to the story and hope you enjoy! XD
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host club or its characters. I only own my Youkai OC Byakuya Shirotsuki, any other OC's created along the way and any part of the plot NOT a part of the anime or manga.
Chapter 2-Feigning Innocence
Normal P.O.V.
Haruhi walked slowly down the empty aisles as she headed towards the third music room. As it had turned out she had first, second, third, and seventh period with Shirotsuki-san. "Byakuya." She corrected herself upon remembering his request.
After first period science class, the two of them, as well as Kaoru and Hikaru, had walked together to French and math class. The twins and Byakuya seemed to, surprisingly, get along pretty well. Later in seventh period, Haruhi had been pleasantly surprised to find that Byakuya was also in her law class.
The young girl couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she remembered what she first thought the Shirotsuki heir would be like. Contrary to her predictions and most of the other students, the white-haired boy was not flaunting or haughty in the least. He was proud, yes, but snotty, NO! The boy presented himself in a very subtle and dignified way.
"Heading to the host club, Haruhi?"
Said commoner froze as she heard the familiar voice. Groaning mentally, she turned around to find herself facing none other than Ayanokoji (A/N: Remember? That red-haired jealous bitch that bullied Haruhi in the first episode?). "Hello, Ayanokoji-san." Haruhi greeted as politely as possible, "May I help you?"
The red-haired she-devil only smiled coldly at the brown-eyed host. "Yes, I do believe you could, Haruhi. There's something I wish to discuss with you if you wouldn't mind coming with me for a bit."
The short-haired commoner felt a bit of a stone form in her stomach as, while Ayanokoji spoke, two older boys walked up behind her. "Umm… Sorry, but Kyouya-sempai will get mad if I'm late." Haruhi replied forcing up a trademark Host smile. "Maybe later…" She continued hopefully.
A twisted smirk appeared on the older girl's face as she glared daggers at Haruhi. "Hn? Sorry, but I'm afraid now is-"
"Haruhi?"
All four students turned to see a snowy-haired boy glaring at them quite intently.
"Byakuya." Haruhi breathed quietly.
Byakuya's P.O.V.
I glared in thorough annoyance at the three idiots bullying the young female commoner. For, needless to say, I had heard the entire conversation. Walking up, I calmly placed myself protectively beside the younger girl.
"Oh hi, Byakuya." Haruhi greeted me, flashing me a silent 'thank you' with her big brown eyes.
I smiled warmly at her, easily smelling the relief that washed over the young female. For, since the two of us were seated beside each other in all four classes that we shared, we'd had a good deal of time to chat and get to know each other. In truth, I'd been slightly surprised on how well I was able to get along with her. True enough, it was an easy task for me to be polite and pretend to be friends and like someone. However, actually making a real friend and truly enjoying another person's company was quite another thing. And yet, strangely enough, that was how I felt when conversing with the strange girl.
"Is there something you three need?" I inquired coldly, a slight glint appearing in my narrowed red eyes as I addressed the three bullies.
It was easy to smell the intimidation that the other two boys felt. However, the reaction I got from the red-haired female was a FAR cry from 'intimidation'. It didn't take my extra perceptive senses to feel her eyes roam appraisingly over my person. At that moment, I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to curl my lips up and bare my fangs in a snarl.
"Not at all." The redhead lied smoothly, "We were just having a little chat. Would you care to care join us?" she added hopefully.
"I would not." I stated bluntly, mentally smirking with amusement at the girl's utterly shocked look as if she couldn't believe I'd just turned her down. However, she was not one to give up easily as she continued.
"I see." She said in a strained voice as she struggled to force a diplomatic smile. Her eyes, on the other hand, flashed with barely suppressed rage. "At least tell me your name then." The she-devil asked coyly.
This time I did not bother to withhold my smirk as I promptly and calmly replied, "It is Byakuya Shirotsuki."
At first she was shocked, then she paled and then, to my absolute horror, the scent of her interest peaked. "I see. I apologize for my rudeness, Shirotsuki-san." The young woman quickly covered for herself, "Well then, I wouldn't want to detain you. I hope to see you again soon, Shirotsuki-san. And if ever you wish to speak to me, just ask for Ayanokoji."
Stubbornly swallowing down the bile I could feel rising in my throat, I forced a cold smile up onto my face. Nodding calmly to the annoying female, Haruhi and I then made our escape.
"Thanks." She said quietly after we were a ways down the hall.
Looking over at her, I allowed a small but real smile to appear on my lips. "No thanks necessary." I chuckled softly, "Seeing the look on her face when I refused her offer was most amusing."
Haruhi looked at me with a face of amused disbelief before she too began to chuckle. To be honest, I was still surprised on how easy going I was able to be around her. "Hmm… Kyouya was right. She is interesting."
"Thanks for walking me to the third music room, Byakuya." The doe-eyed commoner suddenly spoke up.
Blinking out of my stupor, I looked up to realize that we were indeed standing in front of the third music room. "Not a problem." I replied with a small smirk, "After all, it's not like I was going out of my way or anything."
"Huh?" the young girl began, "What do you mean by tha-"
Suddenly the doors of the music room swung open to reveal a certain four-eyed vice president. "You're late." Stated a very peeved looking Kyouya.
"Oh?" I replied, raising an eyebrow in amusement at my friend, "Is that so?"
The shadow king sighed softly as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yes, it is so." He growled, "Well, whatever, come on. You need to be introduced to the rest of the club."
Haruhi's P.O.V.
I stood there gaping in shock as I watched the exchange between Byakuya and Kyouya-sempai. "What on earth is going on here?!" I mentally screamed, "Byakuya joined the host club?!"
"Yes, it is so." Kyouya-sempai growled at the white-haired boy's teasing comment as he pinched the bridge of his nose in a rare display of frustration. "Well whatever, come on. You need to be introduced to the rest of the club."
I watched as a smirk formed across Byakuya's face. "But of course, my friend." He spoke out passively, his voice dripping with sarcastic mirth, "I wouldn't want to keep you waiting another second."
Barely suppressing a laugh of my own, I watched in silent amusement as Kyouya-sempai shot a half-hearted glare at the red-eyed youth before turning around a stalking back into the music room. Byakuya let out a soft laugh at the four-eyed boy's antics before swinging an arm nonchalantly over my shoulders and walking in.
Giving him a glance from under my bangs, I thought about shaking the uninvited arm off but decided that I didn't mind. He himself didn't really seem to realize what he'd done either, (A/N: Like hell he didn't!) so I decided to let it slide.
"Everyone," I heard Kyouya-sempai call out as we walked into the room, "Meet the new member of our host club, Byakuya Shirotsu-"
However, the shadow king didn't get the chance to finish as a certain blonde-haired moron suddenly spotted the arm draped over my shoulders. "You pervert!" he screeched, "Get your filthy hand of my daughter!"
I mentally face-palmed, "That idiot!"
Byakuya's P.O.V.
The entire host club froze as Haruhi's secret fell of the president's tongue. I could feel the tenseness of the young female commoner rolling off her in waves as she suddenly tried to sneak out from under my arm, which of course, I did not allow.
Suddenly the blonde-haired idiot seemed to realize what he'd just done. "Oh, I mean… umm… well you see…" the boy stuttered, "Since here in the host club we're like family we… umm… like to… uh… use family terms for one another…. Yeah, hehehehe…"
My red eyes glistened, narrowing in annoyance as I simply glared at the young male who had just dared to call me a pervert! Of all the insulting things!
Luckily, since my temper was beginning to rise upon being the receiver of such an insult, Kyouya wisely decided to intervene. "All of you calm down," the four-eyed boy ordered calmly as he pushed his glasses back up on his nose while scribbling something down in his notebook, "Byakuya is already aware of Haruhi's true gender."
"WHAT?!" yelled a chorus of voices.
Looking over, I took in Haruhi's surprised look at she stared at me in shock. Finally removing my arm from her person, I raised an eyebrow as a small smirk formed on my face. "What?" I inquired innocently, though the mirth sparkling in my eyes probably gave it away.
"You knew?" she asked. Well, in truth, it was actually more of a statement then a question.
I sighed softly, understanding her discomfort. "Kyouya told me." I stated; smirking as I decided to add, "He said that he thought I'd find you most inter-"
"KYOUYA!" the blonde roared with a panic-stricken look on his face, earning him a glare from yours truly, "How could you so carelessly leak out our little girl's precious secret?!"
"Like he's one to talk…" I thought with a growl.
The raven-haired boy sighed wearily as his fingers flew over the keyboard. Pausing briefly, he looked up to glare at the screeching teen. "Since Byakuya was going to be joining the host club I thought it'd be a better idea to just let him know straight up from the beginning instead of him finding out later. Don't you think, Tamaki?" Kyouya bit out.
The blonde, Tamaki, stopped mid-screech as the vice presidents words hit him. Seemingly processing what the more intelligent of the two had said, the riled youth finally calmed down enough to turn back to me. His simple mind having now recovered, the amethyst-eyed boy extended out his hand in welcome; letting a bright smile form on his face. "Well, now that that's cleared up," Tamaki spoke cheerily, "Welcome to the Ouran Host Club!"
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