A/N: Here I am again, with another chapter in my own little drama. See, it's weird because I almost feel everything Kyouya feels when I'm writing about it. Weirdo, I know, but still. So that's why I decided to hurry and post this next chapter. This time around though, it's going to be in Ms. Fujioka's perspective; now I know that everyone was interested in seeing how Kyouya's own perspective panned out, but every time I started writing this chapter, it wouldn't work out. I have no idea where Kyouya ran off to. So… that would make it kind of hard to write in his own voice, since his location is a mystery to me. Weirdo again, I know. But anyway, sit back and try to enjoy, okay, dear readers?
Disclaimer: I really don't know why I do this every time. Really, do you wonderful readers really believe that I would be here if I owned OHSHC? No, I'm sure you don't.
Where is he off to in such a huff? I wondered idly, his change in mood not really surprising me in the least bit. I was getting used to Kyouya's moods swings, especially since they seemed to only happen around me.
From the way he acted, you would think I smelled like a compost pile or something equally as foul. It was almost as if he deemed me a waste of his time, not worth even more than a few minutes and half a conversation- within the course of a week.
Of all the members of the Host Club, Kyouya was the worst about this; he just couldn't seem to let me forget my apparently distasteful commoner status.
I spent countless hours in my own mind trying to find that one moment that sent us into this downward spiral, the faux pas I must have committed. Maybe I accidentally kicked his cat or something; I wasn't fond of animals and you never knew who's animal that street-wanderer was.
But how would he know that I had kicked it? I thought, my lips pulling up into an unhappy grimace. Unless that rich jerk had some kind of animal thoughts translating device. Figures. Stupid Fluffy.
I put my chin into my hands, leaning forward into the table. Sunlight was streaming onto the table, warming my skin through the expensive blazer that rested around my apparently androgynous frame.
The warmth felt nice, as it eased the tension that had accumulated between my shoulder blades. My eyes closed, feeling suddenly heavy- from both the nice weather and the weight of my own thoughts.
But that tranquility wasn't allowed in this room, it seemed, because as soon as I felt comfortable enough to let go of my brooding state, that evil pair brought it all back, but in a different incarnation.
"Haaaaaruhiii! Let's play dress up! You can be the model," the older of the two yelled as he sauntered over, breathless from his 'game' with Tamaki.
"Though," the twin chimed in, looking as fresh as a spring daisy. "I'm not sure if you should be a boy doll or a girl doll. It's so hard to tell."
The Hitachiin brothers cackled, overcome with that weird male humor when it came to boobs. I would really never understand them.
"No," I replied flatly, almost forgetting about Kyouya; but it was like a leaky faucet- you just couldn't turn it off. You could ignore it, but it was always in the back of your mind. Drip, drip, drip… Kyouya, Kyouya, Kyouya…
"But why? It would be so much fun!" they cried in tandem. "And besides," Kaoru murmured deviously. "Tamaki would like it!"
They broke down in another bout of the giggles. Grow up, I wanted to sneer at them, but somehow (against all logic) I found it somewhat endearing. Ugh, boys.
"Well," The King retorted, sputtering a bit. "At least dressed as a man, she'd be more modest." This was not the right thing to say in front of the twins. Their grins stretched wider, giving them the look of pale Cheshire Cats. It was off-putting to say the least, as I fought off a shudder.
"Oooh," they murmured, the looks on their faces showing me exactly why they had earned the 'little devils' type. "Tamaki likes them rough and masculine~!" It was meant to be a song, I mused, but with the way I was feeling, it came to my ears sounding somewhat like a dirge.
"I do not! Stop talking about my precious daughter like that!" This last statement set off their paused game of "When I Catch You Two, I'm Going To Make You Sorry."
I rolled my eyes for what felt like the millionth time that day, and turned back to the table to find Mori-senpai occupying the seat that Kyouya had vacated.
Honey was draped over his shoulders, his favorite pink rabbit clutched in his small hands. Mori was trying to wipe crumbs of the shoulder of his jacket as Honey voraciously consumed a slice of cake that he must have carried over here. I was sure that Kyouya wasn't eating cake when he was sitting over here.
Kyouya… Thinking about him twice in the same thought train turned my mood dismal. Where did he go, anyway? Did I really smell bad enough to make him vacate the premises?
I didn't think so; maybe it was like dogs, like he could smell something that I couldn't- the scent of middle-class, maybe.
Suddenly, the room felt cramped, like there was no air left for me to breathe. I was overwhelmed with the need to get away; reclusive habits die hard, I guess.
I stood up abruptly, startling the table with my sudden movement. Mori didn't bat an eye as he reached out to steady the wobbling vase on the table; Honey looked worried.
Even Tamaki paused in giving the twins chase around the room, his face drawn in worried lines.
"Um, excuse me," I announced awkwardly. "I just realized I had an appointment to attend to. I… I'm late…?" Somehow I managed to end on a question, but no one seemed to notice.
I think they were just relieved that I hadn't lost my mind due to something girly that they couldn't help me with- like PMS, I bet.
After a watery smile and a hasty goodbye, I fled the Third Music Room.
There was a little time less than an hour left before the school day ended, but I really needed to get away from the moneyed halls of Ouran Academy.
I was almost half-way home before I realized I left my school bag back at the Music Room.
Crap, I wailed mentally. Why the heck did I have to be in such a rush to leave that I forgot my books?
My studies were the only things that were keeping in that alien place; as much as I didn't want to go crawling back, I figured I should.
Or, I mused, still unwilling to go back. I could call Hikaru to ask him to bring my books to my house. Those two are always looking for reasons to come over.
Yes, that was the most logical idea I could come up with, short of going to get my school work myself- that was seriously not going to happen.
My home was only a few blocks away, so I jogged the rest of the way to make sure that I got home before either of the twins could leave the school. It would definitely be rude to ask them to turn around and get my stuff when I could have myself.
Upon reaching the solitude of my home, my face was covered in a light sheen of sweat. I was panting slightly, but I didn't waste any time dialing Hikaru's number.
He picked up around the third ring. "Hello," he drawled lazily into the device. "This is Hikaru. What is it, Haruhi?"
I twirled the phone cord around my finger nervously. I felt like I already owed the Host Club so much; was it fair to ask them for another favor?
"I left my bag back in the Club room. If you're still there, could I trouble you to drop it off at my house?"
There was a pregnant pause at the other end of the line, and I already knew the answer because of it. "Well, we already left, Haruhi." I didn't say anything, wracking my brain for another option short of retrieving it myself.
"But," the Hitachiin quickly recovered the dying conversation. "I can call someone who hasn't left yet to get it for you, okay?"
I didn't have time to argue before both boys were yelling goodbyes into the phone and subsequently hanging up.
I held the phone for a moment, listening to the insistent buzz of the dial tone. Well, that didn't go quite as planned, but it was too late to undone the damage.
I walked back to the den and sat down, flipping the television on as I passed it. After flickering to life, the ancient box started prattling off the day's events.
It was several minutes that I sat, half-listening to the television before the door rang. I hopped up quickly to get it, sure that it was my school bag returned to me; I was also pretty sure that it was Tamaki- senpai doing the delivery.
I yanked open the door, relieved at the sight of a brown leather bag. "Thank you, Tama-…" I trailed off, dumbfounded, when my own eyes met with bespectacled raven ones. "Kyouya-senpai." I finished lamely.
He looked profoundly irritated, and I didn't blame him. I could only imagine the amount of cajoling and wheedling that had gone into the twins getting Kyouya to run such an errand. Especially since I smelled bad or something.
When he didn't say anything- only watched me in sneering, stony silence- I gathered pluck and stepped back from the door.
"Would you like to come in, Senpai?"
Well, here ends another chapter in this on-going saga. I hoped you liked it. I've already started working on the next chapter, which should be up my the end of the weekend. Next time, I'm going back to Kyouya's perspective. Please review, I beg of you! I care deeply on what my beautiful readers have to say about my writings (a.k.a- endless drabble).
Until next time.
