The host club might be just a group of selective attractive males but it might be more than that. It has to be something that excludes them from everybody else…something!
Amy thought all through period blocks. And when the time came she went right to Music Room 3.
"Why'd we come here?"
"Because I want to be certain that what you said was true."
"I didn't say it, I just made an inference on what I saw, there's a difference!" Hitomi huffed in a hushed voice.
"My, my," Amy moved her attention to the person talking. The blond guy she was talking with earlier strode up to them, smiling. He opened his eyes and they widened.
"Amy-chan, I didn't know you would be coming here!" he beamed.
"Well, there's a first for everything, Tamaki-kun." Amy replied. "My, my, this is some type of club. Hidden in an abandoned music room? Very clever." The blonde boy practically bounced at her comment. She thought his club was amazing!
"Tamaki," a cool voice stopped the overjoyed boy. She immediately knew the voice to be Kyoya's. He gave Tamaki a hard stare that made him back off and switch to Princely mode.
"I'm sorry princess, who would you like to request today?" Both Amy and Hitomi quirked an eyebrow. Request? What was this, social hour?
"Tama-chan, we have guests already?" A small blonde haired boy came out of nowhere. A tall black haired boy on his flank. Hitomi knew who they were, 3rd years Mitskuni Haninozuka and Takashi Morinozuka.
"Milord, we're not ready yet!" Hitomi recognized the two voices as the Hitachiins.
"Forget it; we're not cosplaying today, anyway." And that was Haruhi Fujioka. The trio emerged from the back; she's guessing that's where the third years came from too.
"Oh, a guest." The twins said and maneuvered themselves toward Amy, who shoved them off.
"Tamaki-kun, this is a host club, correct?"
"Yes, it is."
"And you don't discriminate on gender, race, or sexual orientation? Correct?"
"Yes." He gives her a skeptical eye.
"Then you wouldn't mind if we join the host club, would you?"
"A-"
"Or would you turn away if Soshi wanted to join?"
"Well Soshi is an attractive man." Tamaki thought and Kyoya stepped forward.
"But Soshi doesn't show any interest in this. He's already a part of the football club. Why bring this up?" Amy smiled, "Just asking. I mean, there wouldn't be a restriction to anyone would there? It's not like you guys are any type of special. You don't have any required qualifications."
"Any type of special?" Haruhi questioned.
"Like different qualities. For example, mythical creatures?" She shrugged. What is she trying to do, provoke them? Hitomi thought.
"Why would you want to know?" Kyoya's voice turned cold but Amy smirked it off.
"Don't get defensive, it was just a question. I mean it's not true. The host club members' little secret." she paused.
"Werewolves. Mermen. Vampires." The defeating silence left the last word to linger in the air. It made Hitomi uneasy.
"You joking?" One of the twins questioned.
"Why would I be? It's not true…is it, vampires?" someone immediately hissed. Haruhi held her arm out in front of the twins before they could do anything.
"How do you know?"
"That's none of your business." Amy replied, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Honey-sempai." The small teen didn't take two steps before Hitomi hissed at him. Now stepping out from Amy she threw a defensive glare at Honey.
"So…you're vampires too?" Tamaki asked, all too shocked. Amy mimicked Haruhi.
"Maybe." She smiled, showing her fangs.
A collective gasp brushed through the room.
"How,"
"How didn't you know? That's right, vampires can feel each other's powers radiate off them. There's a secret though, something you guys probably use."
"I guess we've been figured out."
"And us too." Remarked Amy, sitting on the couch. "And I guess there's another difference." All the hosts looked at her. "There's a girl here."
Kaoru stared blankly at her. "Yeah…there's two." He said patently, referring to Amy and Hitomi. The former shook her head. "Haruhi."
"So, just couldn't stay away from me, huh?" Hikaru asked arrogantly. Hitomi turned her head the other way and looked at the sights out the window, though they weren't interesting.
"I'll take that as a yes." He rested his arm on the couch and Hitomi scooted away.
"Playing hard to get?"
"No, I just like my personal space." She sighed, "So how do you do it?" he sent her a questioning look. "Do what?"
"You know, host."
"It's simple; we do that thing your friend said earlier."
"Out of all people I never would've thought you would be a vampire."
"Touché."
"The ball, it's Christmas Eve…I'm shocked you've not heard of it!"
The second girl giggled nervously. "Sorry, I've been so busy with other things. I just came from violin lessons." In her pale hands was a black leather case, suited perfectly for the stringed instrument. She clutched it to her chest followed by a dreamy sigh escaping her lips. "The host club, I love them so much! Honey-sempai's so adorable~"
The former nodded her head vigorously, "Yes, and Tamaki-sama's quite the charmer." The two friends shared a giggle their rosy cheeks only darkened.
"Amy-chan!" Another girl called down the hall. Mina Tawa, she was also a classmate of Amy's. The purple haired girl waved in return of greeting. This wasn't her break and she was in danger of becoming late for her fourth class.
Pushing the door open the heads in the room turned her way. Some students sweat-dropped, some giggled and chortled. Because, everyone knows this was not the usual behavior for Amy Fuyabashi, the heir to the 2nd most stock invested company.
"Gomen, Gomenasai." She repeatedly bowed and apologized as the teacher frankly smiled.
"It's quite alright Fuyabashi-san, make sure you don't do it again, understood?"
Seating herself in her usual spot she took out her notes giving an immediate "Hai."
The boy next to her, Kyoya, made a simple gesture of annoyance. Though only Amy saw it she knew what it meant. Someone was getting on his nerves; and she knew who it was too.
Averting her eyes back to her notes she had to wonder why America was so arrogant in WW2. Heck, to her America was still arrogant now. Going on a whole rant on why it was so she wasn't aware that that a small piece of paper made its way on her desk until she scolded herself to tune back into the lesson.
As you know the Host Club is having its annual Christmas Ball. The king of the Host Club personally invites you not only to the Ball but to Music Room 3 for one afternoon hosting session with any host of your choice.
Choose wisely.
Ootori Kyoya & Suoh Tamaki of the Host Club
Amy looked over to the two boys. None of them returning her glance but it looked to her Tamaki was trying desperately to act as normally as he could.
The brunette apologized repeatedly as the teacher pinched the bridge of his nose to stop an oncoming headache. "Just, take your seat Hayashi-san." He said tersely. She complied, pulling out her notes and pencil.
Hitomi actually felt guilty. Interrupting literature was a sin to her; this had to be the twelvth time and she resented it every time.
This was one of the classes the girl was attentive in; she respected this class, the teacher, and the field of which they are studying. A smile graced her lips despite the teacher's glare.
As he continued to read a piece of paper flew on her desk. Silently scoffing she pushed it to the side. It's probably a random confession.
Someone in the room cleared their throat; and it wasn't the teacher. He paused for the interruption.
"Hitachiin-san, would you like to get some water?" his monotone voice asked.
Said boy next to her, Hikaru, shook his head. He continued.
In Hitomi's peripheral vision she saw something colorful. Taking her attention she found it was nothing. Instead she caught Hikaru's eye. Narrowing hers she turned away but he waved at her so she had to turn back.
The girl could curse him for interrupting a second time on her listening to Shakespeare's work but she complied to his signal of looking at the note he presumably gave to her.
Silently hoping it wasn't a confession as she originally thought it would be she opened it.
On behalf of the king of the Host Club we all would like to invite you to the popular annual event; the Christmas Ball. Moreover, we would all like to have you to come to Music Room 3 for an afternoon session with any host of your liking.
Choose wisely, ;)
Hitachiin Hikaru & Kaoru
Hitomi read over the letter; Shakespeare's words of thous and thys fading. She looked over to the boy. Only finding that his eyes were already on her; as if watching her examine the letter and anticipating for her reaction. He winked at her and turned back toward the board. Hitomi blushed then did the same, hoping for Hamlet's words to drown out what just happened.
"Welcome." Voices rang to the girl duo who pushed open the doors. The light disturbed Hitomi; only being added with the roses. But both girls enjoyed the fragrance; lilac with vanilla.
"Amy, you came!"
"Hitomi, you came!"
"Yes Kaoru, indeed I did." Amy walked forward while Hitomi stayed back and played with the petals on a flower in a nearby vase.
"So, which host will you two be picking?" Kyoya adjusted his glasses.
"Oh, we did-'' Hitomi was soon interrupted when Amy put her hand up. "Tamaki-kun," At this Tamaki squealed in delight, but smirked at the end. He extended his hand then bowed. "Princess, come this wa-''
"I'm going to designate Mori and Honey-sempai." Amy walked over to said boys, leaving a distraught Tamaki in her wake.
"And you, Hayashi-san?"
"Um…Hi-'' Her eyes landed on the twins. Hikaru's expression held slight shock but he smirked, as if knowing she'll say his name. Kaoru's held shock altogether, knowing their relationship during middle school. Hitomi smirked. "Haruhi."
She took the girl by the hand, laughing while directing her to the table.
Hikaru was in Tamaki's place, falling to his knees and jaw agape. Kaoru patted him on the back as if sympathetically. But he brushed it off soon and ran a hand through his hair. Turning back to the velvet couches he smirked.
Who knew she had game?