Some Other Life

By: Gaaraluff146 + Friends

Chapter 2

A/N: Hey guys, chapter two. I'll probably get chapter three out tonight, as I finished this one last night but I wasn't able to upload it until I got home from school today. These chapters are short, so quick updates should be expected. :D Ja ne~!

2015 A/N: Still just grammar and word choice.

It wasn't long until our favorite hosts showed up at the court, dressed in casual clothes. Kyoya put his hand up to the scanner, and waited as it scanned. The other hosts didn't question it when the door unlocked, as they learned a long time ago that Kyoya had mysterious powers, and could do anything.

Filing in, they heard the lyrics and music of a song that was widely known, '1,2 Step' by Ciara. And the sight that greeted them was the girls laughing as they played a two on two game, running up and down the court while playing with a surprising amount of skill.

-Ketsueki's POV-

Jumping up, around ten feet from the basket, I scored the tenth basket, winning the game for Hezerai and I ten to eight shots.

Slapping high-fives, we turned to the host club (whom we had noticed entering when the gate was unlocked) and under my breath I muttered, "So she wasn't kidding when she said she could program anyone into it..."

Bringing an arm up to my forehead I wiped away the sweat that was beginning to form at my hairline in the afternoon heat. Nusuki grabbed the little remote to the iPod and paused the music.

"I see you guys came. Well since it seems apparent you're not here to ask questions that actually have a point to them, you guys should play a game with us. Four on four, since that would only be fair. Girls against guys." I suggested, toning down the rude. They did show up on their own free will, after all. Placing a hand on my hip I waited for a reply patiently.

Hunny was the first to volunteer to stay out. When Mori tried to go with him, a glare was sent his way so he backed off. The other two were Tamaki and Haruhi, Haruhi first then Tamaki volunteered right after, saying something about how he didn't want his precious daughter sitting alone. Personally I believed Haruhi was a chick, not a dude, but I wasn't going to make assumptions. Maybe it is possible for guys to have that kind of bone structure. Remember kids, assumptions make an ass out if you and me.

Kyoya made it painfully obvious that he wasn't happy he was playing. I rolled my eyes.

"Come on, pretty boy. Get your game on. Who gives a shit you don't wanna play? Man up and show us that you're more than calculations and computers." I taunted, egging him on.

The twins began to taunt "Buuuuuuuurn!" but were shut up with one glance to the stoic Ootori, who was probably fuming on the inside.

Receiving no answer I jerked my head in the general direction of Nusuki, signaling her to press play.

"That's what I thought." I stated, grinning in satisfaction. I turned to Jaxmine. She nodded slightly.

"Alright. We'll skip the formalities and give you guys the ball first," She explained, chucking the ball at Mori who caught it easily. "Seeing as how we're just tossing you into a game without discussing a strategy. " As soon as she finished her sentence 'Behind the Mask' by Escape the Fate started to blast through the speakers.

Game on.

I have to give credit to the guys. They're actually better players than I can admit I was anticipating, losing by only a single basket. And I can't exactly say they lost fairly either, seeing as we were constantly playing dirty. Meaning we were doing random fancy shit, and using each other to catapult into the air to intercept the ball as it sailed through the air, aiming to go in the basket. Needless to say, we like to show off.

But once they realized that we were going to play like that, the same was done to us. Tripping, shoving, you name it. Although mostly it was the twins playing like this. The others were too 'chivalrous' to play that way. I scoff at the idea.

Although I think we'd all agree that the best part in the game was when Jaxmine intentionally hit Tamaki in the head with the ball.

-Earlier-

We were up by two points, seven to five, when it happened. Jaxmine must have been bored, because she doesn't hit people when she has a reason to. Only when she doesn't.

I watched from the opposite side of the court, staying in my position in the case that Jaxmine got this next basket. She jumped up, as if to take the shot, but at the last moment switching her aim so that the ball soared through the air and bonked Tamaki on the back of the head.

The twins let out a chuckle while Mori stayed stoic, along with Mr. Stalker, only a ghost of a smile in their eyes.

Tamaki on the other hand held the back of his head in pain, wailing.

"Why does this world hate me!" he yelled to the sky, and I snickered.

"Tamaki, Tamaki, Tamaki. The world doesn't hate you. Only those that know you do." I told him, faking remorse then hanging my tone to a more chipper, giggly one. Jaxmine laughed and gave me a high-five.

-Present Time-

"Well I have to admit," Hezerai started,"That was a lot of fun. I don't think we've ever played someone who actually dealt with our shit. Never mind returning the favor," she finished with a refreshed smile.

"Yeah, it was nice," Nusuki agreed," Better than that time you guys kept calling me Immortal Beef Stew. That was just...weird." she said, shuddering.

And now if you're thinking that Hezerai is just magically being more social, youre wrong. You know how they say love changes people? Well we've proved that on a few occasions. Now, I'm not going to tell you who likes who, but there are crushes within my little group. And of course on the hosts. Like I said before, if there's one thing hosts are good at, it's captivating people.

The awkward silence that followed her comment was ended shortly after by the honking of a horn. Repeatedly. Looking around I saw that it was nighttime and the lights had come on. Huh. You'd think I'd notice something like that.

"Well it looks as though our time here is at an end. It was nice competing with you guys. See you around, I guess..." I said, heading out abruptly. "Come on. Girls, you know how paranoid mom gets when we're out at night and she's waiting." Their faces instantly paled. Seems they forgot it was mother who came to pick us up, like every other time we came here.

"As for the stuff, you guys can just leave things as is. Someone will take care of it later. Just please make sure you lock the door, Kyoya-kun." I said, and added '-kun' to his name because I just knew it would piss him off, whether he showed it or not.

Stepping into the limo that was parked on the street I was greeted by the sight of my bright-color wearing mother.

"Who are the boys, girls?" she asked in that fake motherly tone of hers.

Hezerai laughed. "No one, mom," yes, she called my mother mom. They all did. "Just acquaintances from school."

Mom wiggled her eyebrows. "Are these the 'acquaintances' I hear so much about at family meals?" She asked, and at that moment I was exuberantly happy to find that the door to the limo had been closed.

"Possibly."