I broke my pencil in total frustration, and it was brand new as well, so it rekindled my anger even more so. Yet the excessive and absolutely exasperating noise reached my ears. No matter where I went to study peacefully, there were always such chit chat in every room I would enter. I wanted to rip my hair out in aggravation yet I knew I'd rather not. Always there were girls whispering to the latest gossip to one another, boys doing the same yet on a lighter level but all having several entire libraries overflow with unnecessary ruckus. I stuffed the broken shards of my pencil and my unfinished homework into my school bag in a loud huff, swiped it off the table and stormed out of the room. As I walked through the empty hallways I couldn't help but have the image of those two twins pop into my head. I sighed as I sat on one of the windowsills and looked out into the rose gardens; I restrained myself from breaking the perfect glass.
"Hitachiin," I hissed, tightening my grip on my bag handle. Those infernal twins that made my life so miserable than it already had been and I had to see them nearly everyday from then on. I sighed after a moment of thought, then hopped off. I proceeded to walk off hoping to find some form of sanctuary. Then I ran into Haruhi, literally.
"Sorry," I apologized as I helped her off the floor. I noticed several shopping bags strewn on the ground as a result of our interception. She bent down to pick them up in an instant; I helped.
"Arigato," she merited, bowing.
"No," I replied, grabbing a few bags for myself, "This is too much for one person to carry, so do think this as a form of kindness," I said coldly, walking off.
"H-hai," she muttered, her voice shaking.
"But I have to ask, where are you taking these things?" I inquired.
"Host Club," was my given reply.
"Host Club?" I posed, hoping that my ears had failed and that I hadn't heard properly. She nodded calmly as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world.
"And may I also ask as to why you are involved in such a thing?"
"It's a long story," she answered and started to walk off. I blinked and followed. Then I remembered the reason as to getting close to Haruhi.
"You seem pretty close to the twins," I randomly announced as we calmly walked through the hallways.
"Do you like them?" she asked, "You seem to be interested in them." I froze in absurdity.
"No," was my blatant response, "It's just that I believe I've met them before,"
"Ah," she murmured, "We're here,"
I looked up to see "Third Music Room" written in gold letters on the room plate. Haruhi casually opened the door; unexpectedly having beckoning swirls of roses flock towards my shocked self.
"Welcome!" several voices politely called. The sudden sound of chamber music could be heard in the distance.
"What…" I began unable to finish because I was cringing at the spectacle displayed before me. Several devilishly handsome looking men stood before me, looking smart in the high school uniform.
"Oh, it's just Haruhi," two voices proclaimed, nearly identical to one another. I instantly recognized them. "And the bookworm as well," they laughed.
"I would like to be identified by my actual given name, thank you," I spat handing the bags to Haruhi and reaching for the door.
"Please pay no heed to those devious twins," a voice uttered.
I turned to see a tall blonde leisurely stride towards me in salutation. He gently took my hand and held it close to his face.
"Welcome to the Host Club," he said, about to peck my hand. I quickly flung it away in revulsion.
"Thank you, but I'll be on my way," I expressed with utter sarcasm.
"Yasu Shiori, in class 1-A, 16 years old this April, is 175 cm, and the third offspring of the Yasu family that sells various items in America," a guy with glasses stated from behind the metallic sheen of a branded computer. My shoulders fell as the insanity that filled this room grew a bit greater.
"And who are you to know of such trivial and manifest things?" I asked, completely exasperated. He glowered from his seat; the glare from his glasses nearly blinding me.
"As expected from someone who just returned from America, to be this ignor…"
"One should not underestimate another for their lack of knowledge, for wisdom stretches farther than intellect," I stated cutting him off, "Ootori Kyouya," I jeered.
His name already was known within my head at that time, the third son of the Ootori Medicinal Industry the largest therapeutic institute in Japan. And he was going to call me ignorant.
"Why would such a club exist?" I muttered, shaking my head in wonder, "Who would flirt endlessly with people who don't they even know and have only simple-minded desires and label items as banal and resort to nauseating enterprises?" I said in a single breath. I fixed my glasses and placed my hand on the doorknob.
"Excuse me," I muttered, making a short bow then leaving without another word. Closing the door I could hear them utter the word, "Cold," in frightened voices.
"You seem to be in high spirits," the director joked, as we drove out of the school campus. I simpered.
"It's spring and it's this humid, turn on the air-con," I ordered the driver.
"Hai," he replied and obediently pushed one of the buttons on the dashboard.
"Tell me," he demanded. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.
"I'd rather not," I replied, keeping all my dastardly ideas to myself.
"It seems as though the Hitachiin twins are in your class," he suddenly remarked, "Strange coincidence is it not?"
I remained impassive, abstention became my hasty aspiration.
"There are never coincidences, everything happens for a reason," I retorted.
"And this is coming from you?" he asked. I lingered among silence, not moving a muscle merely staring icily at the man sitting across from me. Underneath his darkened lenses I noticed several beads of sweat trickle down his now nervous face.
"It's still kind of warm in here," he mentioned to the driver, awkwardly averting his gaze away from mine. The driver apologized and immediately lowered the temperature.
"Are you still going to give me that look?" he asked. I nodded, then a simple idea appeared suddenly in my head.
"What do you know about Hostbu?" I asked, staring with intensity. He burst out in a laugh, clutching his chest as he chortled. "This is a serious question, heirs to several large corporate companies are involved in the activity," I immediately informed, my face firm as ice yet my eyes were fuming with anger.
"Gomene," he snorted, taking off his glasses and wiping water from his eyes, "I just never pictured you to be interested in such a thing," he remarked, straightening his sunglasses upon the bridge of his nose.
"I'm not interested in the club; I'm interested in the people in it!" I protested.
"Of course, 4J, of course," he grunted, restraining himself from giggling himself to death and calling me by my dub.
"I want to ask if I should become involved with them or not?" I asked, showing utter vexation.
"It may lead to more opportunities," he posed, forming a thoughtful posture.
"And I only considering it to merely amuse me during my time there," I added. Which was, in fact, true, because nothing had caught my eye before that, simply a dreary life that hadn't brought about any true excitement only fear and dangerous adrenaline but those moments were gone in mere seconds. The director raised his eyebrows in hilarity.
"School life too boring, for you?" he joked, slouching casually in his seat.
"Better than assassinations," I retorted, affirming the truth. He laughed at my philosophy.
"True, you never were one for a killing spree," he chuckled. My mind instantly took me back to a mission in Burundi, where I had to take out several child soldiers at military checkpoint. They were completely helpless, and I can remember their innocent eyes filled with fear. Then I faltered, my gun shaking in my hand for I knew it was wrong but it was orders and my duty. And I was a slave to my duty. I killed the eldest, wounded the rest. The three days that followed, I was deprived of meals and water then demoted to the standard 'H' level.
The 'H' quadrant is a special grouping of Shadow's best, basically the elite, and given the toughest assignments. All its members, however, are adults except for me. The standard ones, like me, are on a level of lower caliber and are assigned to bank robberies, governmental-paid missions, terminating several areas of endorsement and general elimination.
Quadrants 'A' through 'D' are levels that include training and basic education in certain fields. 'E' is on "gang level" and does as such. 'F' and 'G' are government-paid and take on specific fields. They work for whoever gives the highest bids and usually work as spies or as an investigation team. Then there's the 'I' group, consisting of 4 people total, the Head and his three advisors, per say.
"You softened up, lately, 4J, Head's realized that," the director mentioned at random. I knew it was true. "Soon, you'll be demoted yet again, we can't have that," he warned. I nodded sullenly, my palms felt clammy, unexpectedly. Recently, my staidness has weakened and my emotions begin to take over my better judgment. The director said that is was purely a stage and thankfully since I was under-aged, I was given some slack on the high competence assignments, though I was a bit against it at the time.
"But you are a girl," he added.
"But you are gay," I snapped back. His face turned into a frown in reaction to my sarcasm. But he should have been used to it.
"Why do you always use that against me?" he asked, his face completely stern, which surprised me. I grinned.
"Back to your original question," he recounted, "You probably don't know much about civilian life, but a Host Club is basically a hub where women go to, to be entertained by dashing men and they profit off of it," he explained to my inexperienced self. I felt as if I was to burst with exasperation of such a bizarre thing. Then we arrived at my residence.
It was a cute and cozy place, stuck in the suburban area of Tokyo. Three stories and a simple yet elegant style define it quite well. It was as flashy as the ones in Bunkyo but not as stylish and overly handsome, but it was modern and gave off good vibes. This was to be my 'home' for the next three months and I was perfectly pleased with that fact. Given to all 'H' agent who are in the Tokyo area and fortunately the 'H' squad was usually located in the States and Europe.
I quickly made it to my room which had a refreshing view of the park across the street, changed and neatly set my uniform on one of the wooden carved seats. I grabbed my laptop from my bag, a cup of coke from the mini-fridge and a towel that was neatly folded on the large king bed and was in the bath in record time. Though agents from Shadow are discouraged to have desires or wants, I was utterly eager and enthusiastic to take a dip of the refreshing pool of water that bubbled continuously. And as I lay there in the invigorating sensation, I couldn't help but smirk. Ideas of utter enjoyment crept into my mind, reminding me of my ambition. I wiped my wet hand on a nearby towel and turned on my computer. Instantly, I opened a search browser and typed in 'Hitachiin'. The page suddenly showed multiple links and information tabs. I copied some files that deemed useful and took a sip of my coke. Overall, I thought that the current ambience and atmosphere was serene. The whole place seemed to have this calming atmosphere that's hard to describe in simple words but is desired by all. Just by walking into the house, troubles that were built over time suddenly disappear.
Yet there was something bugging me. I let so many trivial things get on my nerves and my emotions had gotten harder to control. I gazed at my shaking hands that now resembled raisins fresh from the box.
"What is happening to me?" I asked. I quavered off the feeling and reached over to the faucet to drain the tub.
I had a pleasant rest that night which was about 6 hours. I decided to take the day off and informed the director, who agreed. I changed quickly and snatched my satchel and a book off the shelf. The book was Crime and Punishment. I walked a bit to the park and sat myself on one of the benches, took out the volume, which was in its original tongue and began to read.
I was finally at peace. The distant sound of chirping birds and of a zephyr blowing through the grasping fingers of a blossomed branch could be heard and made me glad that it was the weekend. Sound of kids playing and the pungent aroma of the outdoors made me sigh. It was an environment that I could work with and instantly became a favorite for me. Though I knew that if anyone found out I would be in serious inquiry. And as I was peacefully reading, I failed to realize a dark figure creep behind me from the bushes. For that mistake, my life would probably have never changed like it did. In a quick moment, my wrists were tied and my face shoved into the dirt and covered with an itchy handkerchief. Before I could regain awareness I heard two simultaneous chuckles from above. I strained my neck to see who it was and my brow furrowed as I recognized the twins underneath their brigand outfit and black face paint. They flicked open a walkie-talkie.
"Target captured!" they stated in the transmitter, "Part 1 of the 'Plan to bring Yasu Shiori from the Dark Side' is complete!"
Then I fainted from lack of air and total absurdity.
YES! Finally Second chapter done! Sorry for taking so long. I had no ideas. WHATSOEVER!
Anyway, I'll try to get the third one up ASAP.
Thx for reading! And don't forget to review (even if this chapter sucks, the next one will be better I promise!)
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Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran Host Club and all characters belong to Bisco Hatori but I do own this fiction,