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The Ootari limo, containing the Ouran High School Host Club, pulled up to a small cottage-looking house in the middle of a tiny town. It was Tamaki 'King' Suoh's family's summer house, and it was lovely. The group of 8 planned on spending the Saturday there, then driving back later that night, as planned by Kyoya. Tamaki had originally wanted everyone to spend the night, but Haruhi immediately declined.
The cottage was light blue, and faced a manmade lake. White trimmed the house and gave it a clean feeling, and there were gardens, in the front and back. There were other houses in the area, and some were 'deserted and haunted', according to the idiot host king.
Everyone piled out of the limo, which, even for a limo, was quite spacious inside. Delilah stepped out and stretched her arms above her head, causing her shirt to rise above her belly button. Kyoya gawked at the display, and his jaw hit the ground when he saw her belly button piercing. Haruhi caught Kyoya staring, and walked over to him casually.
"Better pick your jaw up, it doesn't look very good on the ground," she said, amused. The shadow king blinked and shook his head, returning to Earth.
"Thanks, Haruhi," Kyoya said, semi-sarcastically, somewhat serious. The guys did not need to know that Kyoya was in love.
"Well, let's go inside, everyone!" Tamaki said, opening the door to the cottage. "Unfortunately, all the servants are still at the main house, so we have to do everything ourselves!"
Delilah scoffed. "Damn rich people and all your maids and butlers. I still do everything myself," she said, slinging her bag onto her shoulder and following Tamaki. Hunny and Mori were behind her (Hunny on Mori's shoulders), and Kyoya and Haruhi were hanging behind, talking.
"So, are you going to be smooth and try to get her alone?" Haruhi asked Kyoya as they slowly caught up to everyone else.
"I would like to, that's for sure," the dark-haired boy said, smiling. It was probably the first time he really loved someone, other than his family. And really, not even then. Love was an obsolete to the Ootaris.
"Well, I can certainly help you, Kyoya," Haruhi said, holding open the door for him as they entered the cottage. Kyoya smiled. Haruhi was so nice, now that her debt had been paid off and she had announced to the world that she had been a girl the whole time. Her babydoll style dress fluttered in a warm May breeze as they entered Tamaki's cottage.
"I would certainly appreciate that, Haruhi," Kyoya said, and he shut the door behind them.
Tamaki's cottage was even more beautiful inside. There was a lounge area right inside the door, and Tamaki had already made himself comfortable on a long white couch. He extended a hand to Haruhi, motioning for her to go sit beside him. She did, and Tamaki 'yawned' and stretched an arm around her shoulders.
"So, shall we go exploring first?" Haruhi said, getting up from the couch. Delilah came out from the kitchen and smiled.
"I'm game!" she said, dropping her sweater on a chair, revealing a blue babydoll top. Her shorts showed off her long legs, and her knees were covered in bandaids.
She caught Kyoya looking, and blushed. "I fall a lot," she admitted, rubbing the back of her head.
Hunny and Mori stood by the door. "The day isn't going to get any younger, let's explore!" The Lolita boy said, skipping outside. It was difficult to believe that he was the oldest of the bunch, considering his height and attitude. Not to mention his obsession with a pink bunny.
"He's right, if we're going let's go," Kyoya said, exiting the house. Everyone else followed, and after a quick discussion of where to go, Tamaki lead them to one of the supposed haunted houses.
Kyoya waited for Delilah, and they walked together in silence for a while.
"So, what brought you to Japan?" Kyoya asked, breaking the awkward silence between them. Delilah sighed and looked up at him with sad blue eyes. The rest of the host club were all caught up in their own discussions.
"Promise you won't judge me for this?" she asked, looking at Kyoya.
"I promise," he whispered.
"Alright. Well. I've only been here for a couple of weeks. And I've only been enrolled at Ouran Academy for what, a week? It's because my mother kicked me off our plane to England. London is where I was born and raised, but my mother and father were always travelling for their jobs. See, my mom is Yuko Sukiko, the actress, and my dad is the artist Triskaidekaphobia, so I never see them," Delilah explained, her eyes looking kind of watery. "I haven't seen my dad in almost 6 years. My mom gave me the money for the apartment in Tokyo, and she paid for my tuition at Ouran. Otherwise, I'm getting a job and then I'm gonna get out of this city and go back to London."
Kyoya felt his eyes grow wet. Was he really about to cry over a girl's sob story? "Well, if you ever need anything, I can help," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Delilah blushed, and leaned into him. Kaoru and Hikaru peered out stealthily from behind a bush.
"Did you see that?" one Hiitachin said to the other, snickering.
"Of course! They're totally crushing on each other," the other responded, stifling a laugh.
"Hey, everyone!" Tamaki yelled, pointing to a faded grey house. "This house is haunted!"
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"Haunted, really?" Kyoya said, putting a hand on his hip. "Whatever. It looks more destroyed than haunted. No one should go in."
Tamaki looked disappointed, and turned around, ready to head back.
"Hang on, this looks safe enough. I'm gonna go in, and scope around for ghosts!" Delilah said, dashing up to the door-less door frame and entering the house carefully. Everything was down to its bare foundation, and the entire house was a dark grey, a stark contrast to the sunny neighbourhood.
"Delilah," Kyoya muttered, shrugging off a designer hoodie and dropping it on the ground, along with his glasses. "Delilah!"
Kyoya ran into the house and frantically looked around, fighting the urge to just sprint around. One wrong move and the entire house could collapse. "Delilah!" he yelled, walking carefully down a set of stairs.
"Nnng, I'm in the last room on the right," Delilah called out, and Kyoya fast-walked to the door, stopping short. Delilah was laying –well, dangling, really,- on the floor, a giant hole underneath her. Delilah's upper body was supporting her, as she tried to pull herself up.
"I swear, the floor just caved in underneath me!" Delilah said, struggling against gravity.
"I believe you," Kyoya said as he walked carefully towards Delilah. Everything seemed to be sturdy, and Kyoya helped pull Delilah out of the pit. She got on her feet and gave Kyoya a nervous hug, much to his surprise-and enjoyment.
"I was so scared, Kyoya," she said, and Kyoya hugged her back. "Thank you." She looked up at him, admiring his grey eyes without his glasses in the way.
He smiled a genuine smile, not a host club smile. "You're most certainly welcome," he said. "Now, let's get out of here."
Kyoya pulled away, but held onto Delilah's hand, leading her up the stairs and towards the door. A patch of sunlight illuminated the floor, and Kyoya stepped down a bit too hard.
The rest of the Host Club could only watch in horror as the house collapsed.
With Kyoya and Delilah inside it.
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OH NOES.