Ouran High School had never impressed Kiko. She had gone to a public school and didn't get recognized until she started college, two years ago. Instead of going to a world renowned university, she took a year off to travel Europe for inspiration. She didn't regret not going to college for more than three months. If she stayed, she wouldn't be working for the Host Club. Rich bastards knew how to appreciate her art.
She never used the front door when entering the third music room. Instead, she snuck into the Black Magic club, waved hello to Nekozawa, and sat on the windowsill, sketch book in hand.
She spotted the twins right away, surrounded by a group of yellow clad girls. She sketched out their basic features and then thought for a few minutes. They could be faeries or sprites: devious, like little devils. She could airbrush large wings onto their backs and some sort of ivy design around their eyes and cheekbones. They'd look lovingly mischievous
Kyoya would be her wizard. She would spike up some of that gorgeous black hair, give him rust red contacts, and sew a cape that doubled as a trench coat. His wand would be black oak with small gears embedded into it. She'd buy him dusty Dr. Marten boots to match the trench coat. He'd be a modern and industrial wizard.
Honey would make a great prince because it was so unlikely, yet, she saw heroic potential within him. He'd have to be taller, she realized, and quickly sketched some leg prosthetics. He wouldn't be wearing armor. His clothing would be pure white and trimmed with gold. A battle scar will be drawn on his cheek. He would be fierce.
Mori's outfit...She was tempted to force him into a princess costume or maybe Sailor Moon. Then she'd get to see his long arms and strong legs. She chuckled and glanced out of the window. Below was a fountain, the water looking cool to the touch. She rolled down the collar of her turtle neck and continued. Did he have to be a mythical creature? Honey wasn't. Not every part of fantasy was about the supernatural. He could be a blacksmith. She would make a hammer out of foam and tailor a pair of overalls to go on top of ash smeared clothes. This would work, she decided.
The challenge was this new host, Haruhi. Maybe a snake-man hybrid or a phoenix. No, that wouldn't work. She went through a long list of what oils be considered manly creatures but her mind kept wandering back to the same one: mermaid. They were beautiful and innocent, like him, yet Sirens on the inside, luring young men to their death. She could give him slight extensions and fashion pants put of green fabric that held a nice shine to it. Subtle makeup would make those brown eyes stand out. Yes, he'd make a fine mermaid. Not that he even looked like a man. Honestly, if he wasn't wearing a boy's uniform, she would think him a girl.
"Enjoying yourself?"
Kiko jumped at the sound of Kyoya's voice. She had not seen or heard him come up behind her. He was a truly scary man, she had to admit. She wasn't sure how long she'd have this job before she suffered from a heart attack. Probably not long. Her health wasn't safe with Kyoya as her boss.
"A bit," she answered, trying to slow down her heart. She closed her eyes and imagined that she was back in her studio, far away from everyone else. A shrill cry broke her concentration. She glared at one of the girl's near Suoh. Even when he wasn't bothering her, it was someone near him. "At least I was until two seconds ago."
Kyoya's blank expression did not change. "Great. Have you finished the sketches?" Kiko handed him and sketch book and watched him intensely while he looked over her work. "Wizard, huh? I'll be looking forward to this, Maruko."
Kiko rolled her eyes. He was usually a villain in her work; he knew that just as well as she did. "I'm sure you will." She packed up her supplies and slung her bag over her shoulder. "I'd like to take measurements now. Of Haruhi and…maybe Mori? You know how much he grows in a short time…So…"
Kyoya shook his head and pointed to Mori. "He's all yours."
Kiko barely heard what he said. She was running towards him before Kyoya finished his sentence.