Summary:
Keiko Maeda's life was a constant cycle of school and work. She believed that the only way to succeed was through hard work and determination; but when she finds herself indebted to no other than Kyoya Ootori she ends up being dragged into the Host Club and discovers that hard work isn't always enough. Sometimes you also need a few friends.

(Warning: This chapter contains mild swearing...)

OHSHC: The Host's Maid is the Shy Type
Chapter 2
"Down the Rabbit Hole"

By the time Keiko had made it back home, she was slightly out of breath. This was partly because she had just walked seven flights of stairs and partly because she had been using more oxygen than necessary muttering under her breath. What Eri had said to her earlier that day had stung more than she cared to admit. However she knew that reason it hurt was because it was true.

She had changed. She knew that and it wasn't something that she liked to think about. Mostly because when she thought about it she was reminded that the catalyst that caused her transformation was the death of her parents. Before she hadn't been the perfect student, of course, she got decent grades and joined several clubs along with being on a few sports teams, but back then Keiko had a thing where she caused more problems than she fixed.

She was without a doubt the worst of her family. She was a terror to her elementary school teachers, an evil mastermind to her sister and a smart ass to her brother. Back then she didn't listen to the word 'no' and she hated being told what to do. All of this often led to her finding herself in situations to where it was only quick wit and the ability to lie that saved her from otherwise hazardous consequences; Eri and Kazumi too since she almost always ended up dragging them in one way or another. All of that changed though.

After her parents' deaths her priorities had to be put in order. Her siblings were spiraling out of control, with her sister a sobbing mess who refused to eat and her brother who had been drowning his sorrows with a bottle was more or less hungover or worse. She didn't have time to really dwell on how she felt about it, but instead found herself being the only one who was trying to piece back together their broken life.

It was during that time that she began to pull away. No one wanted to hear about her problems, her siblings already had enough to deal with and she refused to burden them more. So slowly she started to build up walls, enclosing herself, and feeling safe in the belief that if she locked her emotions in a box and pretended they weren't there then eventually the pain would disappear too. Needless to say, it didn't work. The only thing it did for her was teach her to be a better liar.

'Eri was right. I have changed,' she sighed as she slipped her key into the bolt lock on the door, 'but the person I am now and the one I was before… There is no going back to that.' Keiko paused for a moment on the threshold to regain her composure. She vowed to put the matter out of her mind for now. Come tomorrow she would have to bridge the gap between her and Eri, at least on the surface, before she would be able to focus on anything else. With that in mind she turned the door knob and passed through the entry way.

"Tadaima," she called out toeing off her shoes and leaving them by the door. Her eyes traveled over the opened spaced room that contained both the living room and kitchen before staring at her brother, who was currently hanging upside down from the ceiling with a camera in his hands.

Ryan was looking a bit confused and also a little red faced as all the blood had been rushing to his head for the last couple minutes. "Oh, Keiko you're home. Okaeri," He said immediately perking up when he noticed her presence, "I thought school didn't let out until 3:30."

"It's 4:40 now Onii-chan. School has been out for over an hour," she told him setting down her school bag on the coffee table and making her way over to the kitchen. Anyone else would've been caught off guard if they had walked in and saw Ryan hanging from the ceiling, but Keiko just brushed it off as if it was just a normal occurrence; which for her it was. To be honest this was probably one of the more normal things that she had walked in on. "Don't you ever pay attention to the time?" she asked.

"Ah, well you see the wall clock broke this morning. I tried fixing it, but then it caught on fire so I had to put it out –but it's all good because I was able to work it into my current piece!" He explained cheerfully snapping another picture. The camera shutter made another click followed by a bright flash.

She watched him in silence as he took picture after picture of the welded metal sculpture in the middle of their living room. His current piece was a life sized replica of Abraham Lincoln fashioned from old soda cans, scrap metal, of course, one now very broken clock. Ryan's work was all about repurposing and recycling. It might had something to do with the fact that he absolutely refused to throw anything away, even when it was so obviously trash, and that he was sentimental at heart so he tended to bring home items that he felt were abandoned.

Leave an old couch sitting on your curb he would take it. Toss out a rusted old wind chime and he would take that too and then take that broken garden gnome as a bonus. Got a wheelbarrow with a flat tire? Don't throw it away; instead give it to the crazy man going through your trash.

Keiko chuckled to herself as she was reminded of all the times her brother had been chewed out, beaten up, and even arrest once for invasion of privacy. When those instances occurred, and they did occur, he would always argue that "–if they didn't want someone to take it, then they shouldn't have put it out on the curb." She tried to explain to him that people didn't like strangers going through their trash and that doing it was insane. He seemed to understand; at least she thought so, that was until she found out that he had just taken to knocking on peoples' door and asking them if he could dig through their garbage.

Surprisingly, a lot of them agreed then.

The girl was pulled from her thoughts as her stomach gave a small growl. Deciding that she should probably grab something to eat before she left for work, she retrieved a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter and a jar of sliced pickles from the fridge. She laid out two slices of bread on a plate and using the knife that she pull out of the drawer in the kitchen island began to evenly spread peanut butter on them.

"You know, for most high school girls, if they came home and saw their 28-year-old brother hanging upside down over a life sized statue of Abraham Lincoln made out of soda cans, it'd be weird." she said, as she was laying the pickle slices.

Ryan paused; quirking an eyebrow at his sister. "Are you saying I'm abnormal?" Keiko picked up the plate and then walked back into the living room staring at her brother.

"Do I even need to say it?" She mumbled around a mouthful of her peanut butter and pickles sandwich. "Now come down from there before you fall."

"Ah, you worry too much." Ryan shrugged brushing off the comment, "I'm fine. See, I have my leg wrapped around this beam. I won't fall."

It seemed that the Universe had a sense of humor as when those words left his mouth, Ryan enviably lost his grip on the beam and came crashing onto the floor. He landed with an oof followed by a groan. "Told you," Keiko said rather smugly before her voice morphed into one of concern, "Are you okay though?"

Ryan cracked open his eyes staring at his little sister. He tried to play it off like hadn't possibly broken his spine. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Keiko clearly wasn't buying it. She set her sandwich on the coffee table and brushed the crumbs off her hands. "Here," she said walked around him and grabbing one of his arms, "Let me help you up." He didn't protest as she pulled him to his feet; rubbing his sore back as he tried to straighten out. "Are you sure you're okay?" She asked again.

"I'll be fine, Kei. The floor broke my fall," he chuckled weakly.

"Well, good news is that the cameras not broken," she said examining the device that had taken a tumble with her brother and landed somewhere by her feet. "I guess you broke its fall."

"That's good. Those things are expensive to replace."

She nodded, "Not to mention it was Mom's. If you had broken it then she would've gone poltergeist on you."

Ryan inwardly winced remembering how their mother was with her camera equipment. She would've had a coronary if she had walked in on what Keiko had. As a photographer it made sense for her to be that way. Her cameras were practically her babies. He wouldn't be surprised if she even gave them names.

"Wait a sec," he said just realizing something, "If it's 4:40 now…"

"–more like 4:50," she corrected.

"–then why are you getting home so late?" he asked. "It's not like you had practice today because you only have those on Tuesdays and Thursdays."

Keiko turned somber exchanging the camera for her sandwich. "I got held up," she told him.

"Doing what?"

She took a rather large bite out of her sandwich chewing thoughtfully. He knew she was stalling for time. It's what she did when she didn't want to answer a question. "I was called into the headmaster's office," she muttered brushing past him.

"Why?"

"Eri did something really stupid again."

Now it made sense. Had it been four years ago, he wouldn't have questioned Keiko getting asked into the office. But she had changed so much since then that the teachers that would've despised her now sung her praises. It seemed that recently Eri has taken up the torch that Keiko had deserted. "She's been doing that a lot lately," he remarked.

Keiko agreed solemnly. "It's got a lot to do with her parents. Seibei and Nami have been fighting a lot. That's why she usually ends up sleeping over."

"That's a shame," he sighed, "It seems like no one stays together anymore." He was disheartened to hear this about them. They had always been close to the family being longtime friends of with the kid's parents, but after the accident Seibei and Nami had become something of a second set of parents to them. It wasn't uncommon for them to go over to their house for dinner or vice versa, sometimes even spending the night or taking them on little day trips when they could spare to get away from work. His sister wasn't pleased by the news either as she hummed in what appeared to be nonchalant; however to him it was sorely lacking in sincerity.

"As it turns out I'm not going to be using those concert tickets. Something came up and I have to work that day," she told him plainly, "So I was wondering if you wanted to use them. Maybe take that girl you're seeing."

Ryan stopped fiddling with the camera in his hands and stared at his little sister in shock. He knew that she had been looking forward to this concert since she had gotten the tickets in the mail 6 months ago. She had made it specifically clear that she would on no uncertain terms be working that day, going so far as to clear it with the diner four months ahead of time. "Kei," he said unsure of how to continue.

"It's okay Onii-chan I insist. If I can't use them I would much rather you take them than having them go to waste. Just bring me be back a signed tee-shirt and I'll be happy." She replied giving him a small smile, "I have to get ready for work but I'll leave them on the fridge if you decide to take them." She didn't give him any time to respond as she hurried up the stairs to her bedroom leaving Ryan standing there watching her go.

…

The rest of the week passed fairly quickly. Eri had been sucking up to her since the incident on Monday, even though Keiko had assured her that she wasn't mad. She still had Saturday off and had every intention of sleeping in, that was until her cell phone rang at 4:30 that morning waking her up. Rolling over she silenced the annoying chirping taping her finger on the screen and laying the phone on her ear.

"Hello?" she mumbled not opening her eyes.

"Hiya my most special-est, most prettiest, twin!" The voice on the other line chirped in a voice too bubbly and happy for that time of day. Keiko groaned lifting the phone from her ear wondering why Kazumi had to call her so early. "Look I know you're probably still asleep, but I just wanted to be the first to wish you a Happy sixteenth Birthday," the other girl continued as if hearing Keiko's unspoken thought.

"Happy Birthday to you too," she grumbled, "Sorry, I can't muster up as much enthusiasm as you so early in the morning."

"It alright, I know you've never been much of a morning person." Kazumi laughed , "So are you excited? The Black Keys concert is today. I wish I could've come with you, but I couldn't get the time off. You better take a lot of pictures with the band."

"Yeah. I'll do that." She agreed making a mental note to tell Ryan to bring a camera with him when he went. "So what do you have planned today? Anything big?"

"No not really. My agent was going to discuss some new movie opportunities over lunch. I think she wants ask me about playing the part of Chiyuki for the sequel to Millennium Snow after I did the first one and it was such a hit." She told her, "Then my boyfriend was going to take me out to dinner, nothing too fancy."

Keiko frowned. "You're still dating that skateboarder?" She had nothing personal against Kazumi's current boyfriend. He was physically very attractive and the only thing she could fault him with that at times he was all too well aware of that fact. The few times she had talked to him over skype with her sister he was charming and funny, but she just couldn't get past the fact that he insisted on using words like: 'dude, bro, sup,' and possibly the worst of all, 'bae.' In all honesty he sounded like the male version of one of the valley girls.

"Don't use that tone," Kazumi chided hearing the familiar repugnance that colored her sister's words every time they spoke about Tyler, "I already know you don't like him."

"That's not it." She disagreed, "He just doesn't seem all that smart." Kazumi huffed childishly on the line and Keiko rolled her eyes at her sister's behavior. Since when had she become the older twin? "Look I don't want to get in a fight with you. I'm glad you two are dating and I happy that he's taking you out to dinner for your birthday. That's actually really sweet of him."

"You sound so surprised," Kazumi scoffed.

"Again not my intention," Keiko told her sincerely. That seemed to placate her twin and the two talked a few minutes about what was going on in their lives before Kazumi let her go promising to call back tomorrow evening after Keiko had gotten off work. She rolled over on her back staring up the ceiling.

There would be no going back to sleep now. She was already wide awake. Picking up her phone again she took another glance at the time. 'Well I might as well go for a run,' she thought climbing down from the top bunk and landing on the fuzzy floor rug. She walked across the room to hers and Kazumi's dresser pulling out a pair of sweat pants and sports bra. Quickly exchanging her sleep shorts and loose tee-shirt she pulled all her hair up into a slick ponytail and pinned her fringe bangs back out of her eyes.

It would still be pretty chilly outside so she grabbed her warm hoddie for good measure and then her MP3 player putting the ear buds in her ears. She walked down stars to the kitchen making sure to drink two large glasses of water. Keiko knew that Ryan wouldn't probably be up until 9:00 or 10:30 at the latest, but thought to make a pot of coffee anyways for when she got back.

She started out at a steady pace, quickly finding her rhythm. Having put on her running playlist she listened to the familiar lyrics of Hate on Me by Jill Scott. Her mind began to clear as she focused solely on her feet pounding on the pavement.

Keiko had always found running to be very therapeutic. When she was stressed, sad, or angry she would go for a run and immediately feel better afterwards. It didn't take long for her to lose track of the time and the distance. It was only when she felt the telltale grumbling of her stomach that she stopped and noticed the sun just creeping over the horizon.

'Shop owners would be opening their stores soon.' She thought looking around at her surroundings. Keiko recognized the neighborhood she was in. It wasn't that far from the cemetery that her parents were buried. She hadn't make a conscious decision to come this way, but figuring that she was so close she might as well pay them a visit.

When the accident first happened, Keiko had visited her parents' graves almost every day; however as time passed the visits became less and less. Now she was lucky to find time to go there once a month. But walking through the gravesite was serene, especially at that time of day because she was only living soul there. The cherry blossom trees were only beginning to bud and it wouldn't be long until the flowers were in full bloom. She stopped under a thick trunk of one of the trees looking at the stone shrine that was her parents.

Keiko could tell that someone else had been there recently. The plot was swept clean of dead leaves from the autumn and the small vase that would normally had had been filled with dead flowers was replaced with a fresh bouquet of tiger lilies. She reached out and brushed her fingers over one of the flowers with a small smile.

Her mother had always loved tiger lilies.

Next she moved her fingers along the engraving in the stone tracing out the letters. Her mother's name, Kiersten Maeda, was written in English in bold Algerian font. Keiko traced each individual letter of her mother's name before turning to the Kanji symbols that were her fathers, Naozane Maeda. She leaned back on her heels once she was done.

Keiko swallowed thickly looking at the two names. "Hey Mama and Chichi," she greeted solemnly, "So Kazu and I are turning sixteen today. I know time flies. It seemed like yesterday that we were both little girls fighting over stuffed animals. Now Kazu's an up and coming actress and I'm going a prestigious private school."

She looked over at the flowers again. "I see that Ry has been to see you two recently. That's good. Sorry I haven't been around. I've been pretty busy with school and working at the diner. I just finished with the finals for my first term. I think I did pretty well," she said moving to sit down in front of the grave.

Keiko spoke quietly as she recounted her life since her last visit. She knew that in all likelihood she was only talking to herself. But she didn't care. Sometimes it was nice to pretend, at least for a little while, that nothing had changed and everything was the way that it was.

"–I don't really know what to do. I want to help Eri, but I don't know how. She's going through a tough time so I'm trying to be understanding," she explained, "maybe she was right though. Maybe I am pushing people away, but I can't be the person that she wants me to be because that's not me. I've changed. I have responsibilities now and I can't goof off anymore."

She was quiet as she thought about what she just said. Keiko knew what her parents would've said. She had heard them have the same conversation with her brother while he was in college. Back then Ryan had become a lot more serious, always studying for his bar exam. When he came home for break they had taken him aside and had a long thoughtful discussion and gave him a piece of advice that she had overheard.

"Just because you're trying to reach your goal and become a lawyer, doesn't mean you have to be focused on that 24/7. You can have some fun. Live in the moment. Because before you know it, it'll be gone and you can never get it back."

Except for that part about being a lawyer, it was still a relevant piece of advice. Of course Ryan did end up dropping out of law school and pursuing the arts. Something that enraged her grandparents, but Keiko knew that their parents would've been proud that he was following his dream and doing what he actually wanted to do.

She looked back at the names with a smile feeling the weight that she had been carrying all week lighten. "But that doesn't mean I can't have fun," she said, "I get it now. Thanks. I feel a lot better now." Keiko stood up and brushed some of the dirt off her pants. Her legs were a bit stiff but the run home should fix that. She looked back down at the headstone, "I miss you. I wish you were both here to have this talk in person."

Then she said a brief farewell and began her run back home.

…

After a much needed shower, Keiko felt completely refreshed. She quickly dressed herself in a snug pair of faded blue skinny jeans and a loose maroon and grey long-sleeved shirt. Her hair was still damp, so instead of putting it up she let it hang limply past her shoulders and down her back as it dried. She was currently drinking her second cup of coffee and frying up omelets when Ryan finally stumbled into the room.

Groggy and still half asleep, he grumbled a greeting to her as he poured himself his own cup of joe. He had a serious case of bedhead made even worse when he ran his fingers through it and scratched at the stubble on his jaw. "Eggs are almost ready," Keiko told him.

Ryan glanced at the contents of the frying pan. "What's in 'em?" He asked leaning up against the counter.

"Tomatoes, cilantro, bacon bits, mushrooms, red onions, and some pepper jack cheese," she answered flipping one of the omelets and sliding it on to a clean plate, "There's some left over rice in the fridge too if you want it. It just needs to be heated up first." Keiko handed him the plate and turned back to the other omelet flipping it once and then sliding it onto another plate. She turned off the stove and grabbed the frying pan running water in it and letting it soak in the sink before she sat down at the kitchen table next to Ryan.

He hummed in appreciation as he took his first bite. "Oh, wow," he moaned, "this is amazing Kei."

"Thanks. I learned how to make it in Home Ec. Class on Wednesday," she told him.

"Good to see that school of yours is paying off. So anything you want to do today before you head over to the school?" He wondered.

"Not really. I don't have to be at the school until 4:30 to start setting things up. Hideki has to work at the shop today, so I was going to hang out around here and do some homework," Keiko replied thoughtfully.

"So your boyfriend isn't coming over today?" He questioned making sure.

"Well I'll probably see him tomorrow, but today no. It should just be me and you."

Ryan nodded. "Okay so how 'bout after I get dressed you and I go out to the mall and visit that book store you like? You can pick something out," he suggested.

Keiko immediately perked up. "Really?"

"Yeah, sure. I didn't get you a gift yet because I didn't know what you would want and I sent Kazumi money, which is probably the last thing she needs. So do you want to go?" he laughed.

Keiko chuckled as well, "I'd love to."

…

When four o'clock rolled around Keiko had said her goodbyes to her brother and hurried out the door. They had had a good time at the mall. Ryan had bought her two books, one an autobiography of a famous Jazz musician and a historical novel set in the Victorian era. They had even stopped by the arcade and played a couple rounds of skee-ball and Dance Dance Revolution. It was exactly the kind of low key, laid back day that she wanted. She had almost forgotten about concert altogether and part of her was actually a little glad she wasn't going.

Something Kazumi never understood was her sister's desire to be as laid back and relaxed as possible. The older twin had a flare for theatrics. She always wanted their birthday to be this huge event that would get better and better with each year. As kids Keiko often went along with the elaborate birthday parties, but more often than not she found herself wanting to be somewhere a little less noisy. It surprised her when her sister told her pretty laid back plans for her sixteenth birthday because to Kazumi turning sixteen had always been pretty big deal.

And while the concert would've definitely been a lot of fun, not to mention a once in a lifetime experience, Keiko was a happy that she wouldn't have her ear drums vibrating in her ears because of the loud speakers.

It took her a little over thirty minutes to get to the school. She was running a little late. Knowing Teshima-sensei the woman was bound to hold that against her. It didn't take her long to find the large functioning ballroom in the middle of the school. There was a flurry of movement as caterers and florists, teachers and other facility members, and chefs and orchestra members all prepared for the event. Keiko quickly picked her homeroom teacher out of the crowd and made her way to her, if not a bit reluctantly.

The stout grumpy teacher was talking rapidly with a young raven haired man with glasses and holding a black notebook. He was pointing to different areas of the room as he talked and Teshima-sensei nodded. Keiko thought that he looked vaguely familiar; however she was unable to place a name to the face. She approached them cautiously, not wanting to interrupt.

"The orchestra is going to be set up by the grand staircase and leave this area open for the dance floor," the man said. He scribbled something down and pointed over to the wall, "The food and drink tables can be set up over there."

Keiko stopped a short distance away and waited patiently for them to finish their conversation. It was only a few minutes before Teshima-sensei turned and noticed her there. "Ah Maeda-san you're late," the woman said with a scowl.

The girl didn't argue with her instead appearing slightly apologetic. "Sorry Sensei. I lost track of the time," she said.

The teacher pursed her lips clearly not buying the excuse before she turned her attention back at the matter at hand. "Well you're here now," she said before making introductions, "Ootori-san this is the student I was telling you about. She's going to be helping out today. Maeda-san this is Ootori Kyoya. He is organizing this event. He'll tell you what to do."

Keiko watched as Teshima-sensei quickly made her exit leaving her standing in front of a complete stranger. The girl glanced back over at him. He seemed to not notice her obvious discomfort or was choosing to ignore it as he continued to scribble something down in that note book of his. "Um… I'm Maeda Keiko," she told him shifting her weight nervously.

Kyoya looked up giving her an appraising glance.

"So what is it you want me to do?" She asked.

He adjusted his glasses and closed the notebook. "Talk to the caterer. She'll show you what to do and give you a uniform for later tonight," his eyes scanned over her again. He obviously wasn't impressed with her style choices. "She the one with the clipboard talking with the orchestra," he told her gesturing to the grand staircase where a woman was addressing a fairly large group of people.

Keiko looked past him picking the woman out of the crowd. "Okay. Thanks," she said letting him get back to whatever he was writing in the notebook of his. Kyoya nodded politely and brushed past her. She watched him as he opened the book again and continued on writing.

'Weird,' she shrugged.

The caterer, Ms. Devereux, was a lot friendlier than the boy had been. It didn't take long for Keiko to catch on to what needed to be done and do it. She was quick fall into rhythm with the rest of the staff and time passed fairly quickly after have reverting to her 'worker bee mode'.

Soon the party was in full swing. There were beautiful melodies that filled the room from the twenty piece orchestra and all the partygoers were dressed in expensive ball gowns and suits that were obviously more that Keiko could ever afford in her life. She felt sorely out of place in her black slacks, starch white shirt, and black tie. Luckily for her she wasn't the only one wearing a waiter's uniform so she wasn't as out of place as she felt.

Keiko was given the job of passing out champagne flutes of sparkling cider to the students. It was somewhat of a mind numbing job and she couldn't help her mind wander as she did it. Really the girl wanted nothing more than to be at home in her room doing homework or curled up with a book. Instead she was forced to count the seconds until she would be allowed to leave.

'Eri so owes me for this,' she thought forcing a smile on her face as she approached a group of giggling girls.

…

As the night wound down to a close, Keiko was exhausted. Both mentally and physically spent. Her face was hurting from smiling so much and she wanted nothing more than to take off her shoes and massage her aching feet. She was rounding up all the half empty glasses of cider and placing them on a large silver tray before she could go home.

Ms. Devereux approached her with a smile. The woman picked up one the champagne flutes and set it on the tray. "Thank you," Keiko said politely.

"You did very well today," she told her, "You're a hard worker."

"It's not anything I'm not used to. I typically work at a diner after school, so carrying large trays of food and drinks is second nature to me," she shrugged hoisting up the large silver tray and resting it on her shoulder.

"Well that's refreshing to hear. Most of these kids wouldn't know the first thing about hard work. They're too…"

"–busy learning out to pilot Daddy's jet?" Keiko supplied jokingly.

Ms. Devereux laughed. "That's probably the case," she agreed, "Okay, so take this tray back to the prep room and then you're free to go. It was a pleasure meeting you Maeda-san."

Keiko gave her a genuine smile. "Likewise, Ms. Devereux," she nodded shaking her hand then brushing past her with the tray. The girl didn't notice the two pairs of eyes following her as she exited out the ballroom and into the corridor.

It was fairly dark as the ceiling lights had been turned off allowing the hallway to be bathed in moonlight from the windows fortunately allowing her to be able to see where she was walking. Everything was quiet, almost serene, as she shuffled along carefully balancing the tray. Keiko began to softly hum an old David Bowie song to herself.

'It wasn't the worst birthday ever,' she concluded after reviewing her day in her head. In fact, it had actually been a pretty good day. Helping out at the school wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be. She met some cool people, got to eat some fancy finger foods, and was able to make it through the party with no major hiccups…

'Ah!' The girl internally screamed as she felt her feet coming out from under her. It all happened so fast that she didn't even have time to evade or warn the person coming her way before she tripped and all the champagne flutes went hurtling through the air, spilling cider everywhere before they fell to the floor each breaking with a deafening shatter. Keiko managed to catch herself before she fell face first into the shards of glass, but it was already far too late as the damage had already been done.

She looked up at the person who had been unfortunate enough to be drenched in cider. Her eyes widened comically at the sight of a very peeved and extremely dangerous looking Kyoya. The boy's glasses glinted in the moonlight as he slowly turned his head to look at her.

Keiko opened her mouth, an apology trying to make its way past her lips. However the two words out of her mouth weren't 'I'm sorry'. No. What fell out of Keiko's mouth was much less dignified as she slipped into English without even realizing it.

"Fuck me."

Author's Note:

Thank you to those of you that have reviewed, followed, and favorited this story. I decided to post this chapter early since I already have it done, instead of waiting until I finish writing the chapter after it. Please feel free to give me your thoughts, suggestions, and comments in the reviews. Reviewing help me know what is good and what isn't. Constructive criticism is encouraged...

Fun Fact: Millennium Snow is actually a vampire manga written by Hatori Bisco.