I walked into the music room, not really knowing what to expect. All I knew from Haruhi is that they had tea with girls, and did cosplay, and just hang out with them. But I had no idea what I was supposed to do as Kyoya's secretary. I guess I would just have to ask Kyoya. I bet he'll tell me anyway.
Hunny and Mori were setting up tables, and nobody else could be seen, except for Kyoya at his desk. I sighed before walking over to Kyoya. But there was something very wrong with the place.
There were trees and plants everywhere. How in the hell did they fit the trees into this room? And where did they even get the room for all of this? Was this supposed to be Fiji? The Bahamas? This defied logic. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to make sense of it all. But better yet, I needed to focus.
"So what exactly is my job description?" I asked. He smirked at me.
"Well, in the management aspect, we need someone to be officially in charge of our website. And there will be other things that come along that we'll need help with. Basically, you'll be a few steps above an assistant." He said, making me nervous, and a little pissed
For one, I didn't like the fact that he said I was a few steps above an assistant. And two , what other aspects where there? Oh shit. Were they gonna make me whore myself out like them?
"And what other aspects are there?" I asked, ready to make a break for it.
"Well, for a long time we've needed girls in our cosplay. And Haruhi can't because of her secret. So you'll be cosplaying with the rest of us." He said seriously. I breathed out a sigh of relief.
"And so what do you want me to do right now?" I asked him, not really knowing what to do with myself. He pointed to the dressing room.
"There's a female Bali dress in there. It shouldn't be hard to find." He said, and then turned back to his Pineapple computer.
"But Okaa-san! I wanted my other daughter to wear it!" Tamaki screamed, coming up from behind me.
"And she can't. Too bad." Kyoya said emotionlessly. I looked at Tamaki, who had tears in his eyes. I felt a little bad, although it didn't have anything to do with me at all. I thought about what Haruhi had told me about him. I sighed and sucked in some of my pride in the process.
"Etes-vous triste?" ( Are you sad?) I asked.
"Vous pralez Francais?" (You speak French?) He looked at me, with his eyes sparkling. How in the world did he do that? He looked like a little pouting puppy.
"Un peu. Haruhi dit que vous etiez a moitie francais." (A little. Haruhi said you were half French.) I said, noticing that Hunny and Mori were looking over at us, and Kyoya was writing furiously down in his notebook.
"Vous devez etre excite. Un hote ne doit pas etre triste." (You need to be excited. A host should not be depressed.) I tried to cheer him up. He nodded, wiped the tears from his eyes, and stood up grinning. He reminded me of my little cousin who cried whenever any little thing happened to her. He then skipped off.
God, what have I gotten into? I thought to myself depressively.
"That was impressive. It doesn't say anywhere in your file that you know French." Kyoya stated, looking at me curiously. I felt a tug on my arm.
"Yeah, you kinda look half too! Are you half French?" Hunny asked excitedly. I sweatdropped and looked down at him. I had to remind myself that he was older than me.
"No Hunny, I'm half Japanese, a quarter German, and a quarter English." I replied easily, and he grinned.
"That's so cool! What other languages do you know?" He asked excitedly, bouncing up and down.
"Well, I guess you could say Korean. And I know English." I told him, still amazed that he was actually 18. I then turned back to Kyoya.
"And I don't know French." They all looked at me as if I were crazy. I looked right back at them.
"I was simply bored and released that boredom into Google Translate. I learned French and Korean that way." I said simply, enjoying their shocked faces a little. Well, enjoying Hunny's. I also enjoyed Kyoya's raised eyebrows, and Mori's raised brow.
"So you taught yourself the basics of two languages, the hardest way possible, because you were simply bored?" Kyoya asked incredulously. I nodded.
"And I made Google's stocks go up significantly." I joked, and turned around, leaving them with their shocked faces, grinning to myself a little once they left. I realized something though.
I had never really spent time with boys before. I had always pushed myself away from them. Look at my dad alone. Look at how evil and corrupt he is. Then there are the two stepdads. Matt and James.
Matt was an alcoholic. I honestly never saw him sober once. I lived with him from age three to five, and then visited him every month until I was eleven, and my mom and I agreed to never see him again. He was constantly drinking, and he would constantly pass out everywhere and anywhere.
And after my mom broke up with him, he got with a girl who put up with him, and she got pregnant. Three weeks before the due date, he got so drunk that he jumped on her stomach, killing the baby.
James was also an alcoholic, but he gave me more problems. He was my mom's current boyfriend when she got into the wreck. He moved in with us and helped around the house while she was at the hospital, and when she was too sick and recovering at home.
But every night he would sit both me and my sister down, and place a huge sized portion of food in front of us. He would yell and scream at us to eat it, and threaten us if we didn't do so immediately. Kaylee would scarf hers down as fast as she could, and get out of there as fast as possible. She gained so much weight it was scary.
I however, wouldn't eat. I would hide the food whenever he would look away, and I would excuse myself to the bathroom as soon as I was done, and throw it all back up in retaliation. I couldn't eat anymore. I couldn't eat breakfast, lunch or dinner.
And then one day, we were at his house, and he had tried to feel my sister up. She had called our grandparents, and he got upset, grabbed his BB gun, and started shooting at our dogs Fred and Daisy. She had gotten in the cage with them, and even then, he still shot his gun, but none hit her.
And there are many others, besides those two.
My grandfather had emotionally abused my grandmother. And we had once, for a year or so, lived with them when I was 5 or 6. We were downstairs one night when he had burst through the doors and pointed a gun at me and my sister. He had yelled at us, demanding where our brother was.
Then he found him, and pointed a gun at him, and my brother ran away, and out of sight. We called the cops, and my grandfather was arrested that night. He also popped pills and drank.
And my grandmother obviously chose Kaylee over me, and she would always say hurtful things unintentionally to me, and always break her promises. But I know she never did any of that intentionally, so I don't blame her.
Then there was our cousin who we called Little. He raped my sister for three years. Whenever I was out of the room, or whenever we spent the night at his house, or whenever she was alone with him, he raped her. And she never told anybody until three years later.
As a result, she lashed out at me and my mom. With my mom, she would say she hated her, throw things, have extreme temper fits, and just fly into fits of rage. But she mainly took it out on me.
When we would go to the bus stop, she would call me names. She would say things like how no one loved me, how she hated me and hoped to move far away one day and never see us again, she called me a dirty little slut (even though I am a virgin, and she wasn't), among worse things.
She had even hit me five or six times. The first couple of times, I simply cried and went to mom. The last few times, I hit her right back. She would push me off the couch, and constantly call me names. And then.
Then there's the roommate that we had. For two years, he would pick out every single thing wrong with me, and expose it. He would tell everybody what was wrong with me, and he would make me feel like shit. He would tell me how bad of a daughter I was, how bad of a sister I was, how bad of a Christian I was, how bad of a person I was, etc.
He would expose anything and everything bad about me, and share it with the world. He would complain constantly about me to my mother, and he would talk about me behind my back.
There were also the boys as school. I was always picked on because I was shy, timid, poor, and honestly ugly. I would be excluded, and I never had any friends. And the boys were the worst. They would pull pranks on me, call me ugly, start rumors about me, and push me around.
It got worse when one day, I had forgotten to take off a hospital bracelet before I came to school. I had gone because I had bad nosebleeds that wouldn't stop, so they tested me for cancer. And when I told the people at school that's why it was on, they spread around that I had cancer.
And then, suddenly people were nice. They were actually treating me like I wasn't the dog crap on the bottom of their shoe. And so when people would ask me if I actually had it, I lied and said yes in hopes that they would keep being nice.
And then, of course, it got out that I lied. And then everybody hated me worse than before. And then every day, I would come home to my sister bullying me as well. I never had anywhere to go to escape the bullying.
My mom was the only one I had, and she was always sick, and always in pain.
Then there were all of Kaylee's boyfriends. All of them were mean to me, and hated me. And I knew it was because Kaylee told them horrible things about me that weren't true. And they all used her. They all went straight for sex, and then they ditched her. And even today, she has an abusive boyfriend who will treat her like shit occasionally, and she still stays with him, because that's all she's known of love.
So I've learned that boys are not to be trusted. Don't get near them, don't be friends with them, and don't ever trust them.
I also learned never to let anybody in. There's me, and there's them. The only person I let in is my mother because she's the only one who is a constant. The only one besides my brother to have never damaged me. And I let my brother in halfway. But he's not a constant. I barely see him anymore. He does his own thing, and that's fine.
There is also a wall I had built up. My mom and I had joked how it was made out of ice. It encompasses me and my mother, and no one gets in. My friends have definitely chipped chunks of ice away, but there is still a long way to go.
I moved to a new school, made friends, and everything is much better, but my past still gets to me. Like the eating disorder. I look at food, and I see fat. I still do. But I eat it anyway because I need to. I was tired of looking like an animated corpse.
I've also come to expect disappointment. I expect my friends to betray me. I expect my grandmother to break her promises. I expect my sister to bully me, I expect boys to be untrustworthy, and I expect to be hated.
And whenever people tell me I'm pretty, I can't believe them. Now I know I was really ugly in middle school. And I will fully admit that my looks have greatly improved since then. But if you have everyone telling you that you're ugly for half your life, and then suddenly people start to say that you're pretty, would you not just think that they're being nice by lying to you?
I've come to expect the worse in all situations. I don't take promises seriously. I expect people to talk behind my back. I expect people to be nice to me because of pity. I'm afraid my friends are only my friends because they're planning to use me, hurt me, or worst of all, because they pity me or they're just being nice.
People in general have proved not worth it. Not worth effort. Not worth emotion. Not worth life. I know I must sound like an emo/suicidal chick, and seriously I'm not, so don't worry. I am happy, I am just very very very pessimistic and guarded.
And Kaylee got better, now she's nice. But I also never see her. The only reason Kaylee was at my house that day is because my mom's birthday was the day before, and they decided to spend the night.
Kaylee lives with her abusive boyfriend, and I rarely ever see her. She's more like a cousin than a sister.
I sighed to myself and ran my hand through my hair. What was I doing thinking of this stuff right now? This wasn't the time or place to be thinking like that. I walked faster and went into that dressing room, looking for the dress Kyoya had mentioned.
I looked to see an orange/beige bikini looking top, with a log purple skirt that exposed a yellow skirt with accents underneath. There was also a huge fruit hat.
"You expect me to wear that?!" I yelled. I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye.
"We'll force you into it if we have to." I looked. That was the twin with deeper and huskier voice.
"And we'll just get Hunny-sempai and Mori-sempai if you try to run." The one with the lighter and sweeter voice said.
Now, to match one to a specific person. And if I asked them outright, they would probably try to trick me. I would just figure this out later. Now for that monstrosity over there.
"I don't even know how to put that on, and you two are not helping me." I refused. They rolled their eyes.
"You have no choice in the matter." The deeper voiced twin said.
"So go put on as much as you can." The lighter voiced twin said.
"And we'll help with the rest." They said together. I closed my eyes, and prayed.
Dear God, please give me the strength not to commit murder on these two. And if possible, also get me out of this mess.
I huffed, and turned to face them. I actually didn't have a choice. They were right, they'd get me in the end, and it'd waste time. The sooner I do it, the faster it'll be over with. I glared at them, making them smirk, and walked into the dressing room, grabbing the dress.
I looked at the sizes first. It was expandable, so it would fit me. I pulled off my uniform and slipped on the top. Then a grabbed the underskirt, and realized it had to tie in the back. And I was only wearing underwear.
"Shit…" I mumbled under my breath. I turned my back to the mirror, trying to see the ties, but I couldn't.
"Fine! I need your help!" I called out. I saw the door open, and there one of them was, smirking that cat-like grin. He made a turning motion with his finger, and I slowly turned around, just to piss him off. He grabbed the ties from me, and started tying.
When his hands brushed against my skin, it surprised me that his hands were actually really soft. I thought boys had rough hands.
"Your hands are soft like a girl's." I said, looking at him through the mirror in front of me. He looked up at me with a disgruntled look.
"I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult." He said, tying the ties too tight, grinning at me innocently when my face scrunched up in pain. But now I knew he was the lighter voiced one.
"Which one are you again?" I asked, seeing if he would mess with me, because I would eventually figure it out.
"Kaoru." He said, tying the knot. He grabbed the outer purple skirt, stood in front of me, and held it out so I could step into it.
I didn't like getting too close to guys. Too many of them had screwed up my life to the point of never wanting anything to do with guys I didn't know. I sucked down my pride though, and grabbed into his shoulder to support my weight, and stepped into the skirt.
Once I had gotten into the skirt, he went back around and tied it again.
"And by the way, it was a compliment." I said, looking at him in the mirror again. He looked up, glaring a little.
"How's that?" He asked, a little poutiness in his voice.
"Because rough hands feel like sandpaper. Yours feel like silk. That's a good thing." I told him, not really getting why I saw his ears turn a little pink.
"Done. Now go sit down in the chair so we can do your makeup." He said, and went out the curtain. I nearly groaned. I hated other people doing my makeup. It always felt weird, and they were always too rough.
I walked out behind him, and then saw that there was a little makeup station that had magically appeared. There was an adjustable chair, a mirror and a counter. I walked slowly, not wanting this to happen.
'I can do my own makeup! I'm 16, not 6!' I thought bitterly to myself. As I got closer to the table, I noticed makeup everywhere.
'Oh God, they're gonna make me look like a ho!' I thought, looking at all the heavy makeup.
When Hikaru and Kaoru noticed that I was starting to get panicked, they grabbed my shoulders and forcefully sat me down in the chair.
"Close your eyes and don't open them until we tell you to." The deeper voices twin said. Hikaru.
I closed my eyes and let them have free reign. I could tell the difference between them by their hands. Kaoru's hands were soft like silk, and so were Hikaru's, but Hikaru's fingertips were a bit rougher.
"I'll go get the jewelry." Kaoru said. I didn't hear a response, so I assume Hikaru shook his head.
"So exactly what did Haruhi tell you about us?" Hikaru asked, brushing a comb through my hair.
"She just told me that she had broken a vase, and how she was forced into a club because of her debt, and how everybody looked and acted." I told him, wanting to see his expression. I didn't hear anything from him besides his breathing.
I heard the door open and close, and I opened my eyes on reflex.
"Don't!" Both of them yelled. I immediately closed my eyes back again. I held up my hands in surrender.
"Jeez! No need to get so touchy guys!" I teased, and heard indignant huffs of breath.
"We don't want your makeup to smear." Hikaru said.
"Yeah, it'd be a waste." Kaoru agreed. I compared their voices again. The difference wasn't big at all. In fact, it was very tiny. But I've always had very sensitive hearing. People had joked about me being part dog. Maybe that's why I could tell and, apparently, no one else could. But it is kinda obvious.
Finally they were done, and I looked in the mirror to see that they had put thick eyeliner on me, with a huge wing for the corners of my eyes. They had put sparkles all over my cheeks and in my hair. There was basic foundation, and minimal blush. They had finished it off with bright coral lipstick.
There were bangles all up and down my arms, and there was a pair of sandals by my feet. There was a god band around my waist, and they had even sprinkled a little glitter over my stomach. They walked around me, checking their work. I simply watched them, a little amused at them.
"Well, her nose is a long and a little wide, but it still passes by as cute." Kaoru said.
"Her ears are a little big and kinda pointy, but she has hair to cover them." Hikaru continued. What were they doing? Pointing out flaw by flaw?
"Her eyes are nearly perfect, but they're a little close together." Kaoru observed. I felt myself getting a little ticked off now.
"Her hair is a good length, and a good color, but she has split ends and it's really thin." Hikaru said, pissing me off further.
'Just ignore them, just ignore them.' I repeated to myself over and over.
"Her face shape is good, but she can't smile without her looking three years younger." Kaoru listed.
"Her cheekbones are excellent, super high." Hikaru complimented, making me a little less homicidal feeling.
"And her eyes color is really bright, and very eye catching." Kaoru said, making me even feel a little flattered.
"Her body is long and lean, and she has good muscles, but she's on the thin side." Hikaru insulted, kind of ruining their progress.
"But at least she has more on top and bottom than Haruhi." They said together. I don't know if that was in reference to my chest or not, but I believe it was. Okay, so murder seemed like a good idea now.
"She has excellent long legs, but they need more meat on them." Hikaru said, teetering between insult and compliment.
"And her eyebrows are a little big, but that's easily fixed." Kaoru stated, teetering like his brother. Murder was definitely getting higher on my agenda.
"She has a four-pack of muscles, but when she sits down, they look a little like fat." Hikaru said, finally making me snap. I sharply turned around and smacked his head roughly, then his brothers.
"I'm not on display! And you two have no right to pick out every little detail wrong about my body!" I snapped at them, then stood up and walked out.
"We give you an eight out of ten!" They shouted after me. I nearly fell on my face. I glared back at the dressing room. I reminded myself not to take them seriously.
'They're just assholes.' I told myself.
I felt something crash into me, and I nearly fell before steadying my balance. I looked down to see Hunny in his little tropical outfit, complete with flowers around his neck.
"You look really cute Ka-chan!" Hunny complimented. I smiled at him, a little flattered and a lot won over by his cuteness, the cuteness making me feel a little better.
"Thanks Hunny-sempai." I said, then walked over to Kyoya, who was standing there bare-chested. Like I said, thank God for my amazing poker face, because I was sure as hell blushing on the inside. He might be a cold person, but he had a hot body. Did all of these boys work out, or was it just Hunny and Kyoya?
I felt a warm body hug me from behind. I looked behind me as far as my neck would go, and I saw nothing but blonde hair. Crap.
"My darling daughter! You look amazing!" Tamaki gushed, hands on my shoulders. I didn't like guys touching me.
"Thanks Tamaki-sempai." I said, and finally got a good look at him. Holy shit. He was gorgeous. His pale skin was gleaming and his body was toned. His blue eyes were shining, and his blonde hair looked like spun gold.
I'm going to need a better poker face, because if I stay around these guys, I'm gonna eventually combust from the need to blush.
"Oh, don't call me sempai! Call me King!" He exclaimed, looking seriously in my eyes. I stared at him, deadpanned.
"Okay Tamaki." I said, making him looked crushed. Was something wrong with him? Why does he want to be called King? And why would not calling him King make him so sad? I heard the twins laugh behind me.
"Alright, everyone get into your places." Kyoya ordered. He then turned to me.
"You're not used to this, so go to my computer and wait for further instruction." He told me, then went to go stand behind Tamaki, who was sitting in a chair. The twins were holding umbrellas on either side of Tamaki, and Hunny was standing beside Tamaki's chair. Mori was behind Hunny.
I ran a hand through my hair, getting more and more annoyed with these people. I could see why Haruhi had once labeled them, 'rick bastards'. I sat in his chair, and waited like a good little girl. I then heard the doors open.
"Welcome." They all said together, though you mainly heard Tamaki and the twins because they were the loudest. I looked to see Haruhi standing there, with a shocked look, which quickly turned into a incredulous look. And a bird even landed on her head.
"Oh, it's you Haruhi. You're late." The twins said together. Haruhi stood there with the bird perched on her head, and pulled out her calendar.
"According to my calendar, this is definitely still early April." She informed them, trying to make sense of the jungle around us.
I looked down, and saw a green lizard.
"Ew." I muttered, flicking it off into the floor. They got really authentic, didn't they? Tamaki abruptly stood up.
"Huddling under a kotatsu table, fearing the cold, would be nonsense." He preached, while she simply sat down, staring at her calendar.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mori-sempai and Hunny-sempai running around the room. Why? I don't know.
"Why else do we have this perfect heating and cooling system?" Tamaki seemed to sparkle as he posed.
"Che." Haruhi clicked her tongue in annoyance.
"Do you have some sort of criticism on our club's policies? Haruhi-kun, you owe us a debt of 8 million yen." He informed her, looking sweet and cute and he looked at her. She seemed struck by his words.
"Fine men do not bundle up in bulky clothing. It may be chilly outside, but in our club, we welcome our chilly little kittens to a warm, south tropical aura!" He exclaimed while everyone seemed to pose. For who? These people didn't make sense. He moved over to Haruhi and put his arm around her shoulder.
"Yes! Today, this place is a supreme paradise. A hot, hot island of everlasting summer!" He yelled, raising his fist in the air. Poor Haruhi looked as if she were about to pass out from the sheer amount of stupidity in the air. And I felt that way a little too.
"You may be fine men, but you obviously lack common sense. Remember, it'll be everyone else who has to deal with you when you get sick!" I yelled out to him.
"And I, on the other hand, feel a chill in every sense of the word." Haruhi muttered.
Then the door opened again, and there were girls pouring in. I got a few curious looks, but I ignored them as Kyoya came over.
"I want you to observe the hosts today. You need to be familiar with us, and how this club works. So please observe each host for however long necessary. I nodded, then walked over towards Tamaki, the most obvious choice to start out with.
I feel like, by the time this is over, I'm going to have killed a few brain cells. I ran my fingers through the ends of my hair and stood behind Tamaki's couch.
"Kara? Do you need anything?" He asked. I shook my head.
"Who's this Tamaki?" One of the girls asked, not unpleasantly. He smiled and pointed towards me.
"This is Kara Yukimura. She has moved here all the way from America and she is now the Host Club's secretary. She is also doing whatever cosplay is with the group." He introduced. Then he waved a hand towards his clients.
"Kara, these are my guests. Please treat them kindly." He said nicely. I looked at the three of them. None of them had selfishness or contempt in their eyes, so it's probably worth being nice to them. I smiled at them.
"It's nice to meet you three. Tamaki had mentioned his clients were beautiful, but I thought he was exaggerating. It looks like I was wrong." I flattered them, smiling brightly at them. They all swooned.
"Tamaki, you said that?" One girl dreamily said. He smiled at her.
"I only spoke the truth." He said silkily. I had to force the smile now. I hated that fake suaveness. I hated that he was making girls fall for him, when they weren't falling for the real him.
"Oh! What heartlessness!" He sobbed, looking at the girl next to him.
"Even with my lustrous skin, like ivory, and my outfit, like that of a Balinese king, all too fitting for me, I am no more than a slave before my goddess, kneeling and swearing my loyalty." He leaned into her. She simply blushed and swooned. I nearly scoffed. Typical.
"Tamaki-kun…" She sighed dreamily. That's it? I would have punched that little letch in the face.
"Tamaki-sama!" Another fangirl sighed.
"Amazing!" Another blushed and swooned, all of them with hearts in their eyes. Haruhi walked by with a tray of tea. She motioned the tray towards me, and I shook my head. She walked on.
"Oh yes, next week, Ouran Host Club will be sponsoring a dance party." He said to the girls, and making Haruhi stop and turn around.
"Dance party?" She asked, confused. I smiled, and walked on from Tamaki. I had had enough of that.
"What will you be doing at this dance party?" A girl asked as I neared the twins. I got there just in time for Hikaru to speak.
"We're renting the large hall in the central building…" he began.
"And throwing a big main event there." Kaoru finished, leaning on his hand. Out of nowhere, Hikaru leans over to Kaoru and grabs his chin, tilting his head back, and looking down in his eyes. My mouth dropped.
"Although, I really wanted to spend them time alone with you, Kaoru." Hikaru purred seductively to his brother. What. The. Hell? They were homos? And twins? Okay, I am female, so I have to admit it was hot. But still. I have siblings.
"Don't say that Hikaru. I'm the one who wanted it…" He trailed off, grabbing the hand on his shoulder, and the hand under his chin, and leaning into his brother. Their clients screamed with delight. What's wrong with these people?
"The guests seem even more worked up than usual, huh?" I heard Haruhi mutter. I turned to see her and Kyoya standing around six feet behind me.
"A little moderate exposure is popular." He informed her. Of course it is. What girl doesn't want to see hot guys shirtless?
"Did you come up with this tropical project, Kyoya-sempai?" She asked, looking out at the guests. He looked down to his clipboard, and started writing.
"I have no decision making authority. This club's policies are all laid out by the king, Tamaki." He said, and the image of him, with his normal personality, laying out all the clubs policies, is a little scary. Kyoya smiled and pushed up his glasses.
"Although I may have found it worth the effort to casually slip a photo of Bali onto his desk." He admitted, looking innocent. Haruhi and I shared a moment of awkwardness.
'He's a shadow king…' I thought to myself.
I shook my head, and headed towards Hunny-sempai and Mori-sempai. I walked over to the couch they were at.
"Ta-da!" Hunny cheered in front of his clients. They squealed.
"Hunny-kun, you're so cute!" They said together. He smiled and put his elbows together.
"Hee hee, these are Balinese flowers. We had them flown in!" He gushed, excited. I smiled. Finally, something not fake or weird. Mori walked behind him holding a pineapple, and Hunny turned to him
"Ah, Takashi!" He exclaimed. He jumped onto Mori and climbed his way up the tall boy. He then threw a wreath of flowers onto Mori's neck.
"There! Now we match!" He laughed, slinging to Mori, who looked stoic as always. The girls, for some odd reason, swooned. I sighed. Yet again I say, what is wrong with these girls? I sighed, really getting frustrated. Before I could go, I felt a tug on my hand.
Hunny looked up at me with his big brown eyes, and his scruffy blonde hair.
"Hey, hey! You want some flowers Kara-chan?" He offered sweetly. I nodded.
"Sure Hunny-sempai." He threw the wreath of flowers over my head, hugged me quickly, then went back to his customers.
I walked to my left to see Haruhi, who was giving reasons why she wasn't shirtless.
"But Haruhi-kun, I had an outfit you. But Kyoya overruled me, and now Kara-chan is in it. But you can still change into it!" He offered stupidly, pointing towards me. I glared at him, and we both said, "No thank you." at the same time. He looked horrified.
Haruhi's guests then gushed over her, and then she had a cute moment where she called them cute, and they all swooned.
"Excuse me." A girl with short brown hair and brown eyes said to Haruhi. She mentioned how it was about time for the hosts to switch clients now. She looked down at Haruhi and pulled up 'his' chin.
"You're even cuter than the rumors. I think I've made up my mind. I'm going to make you my new favorite the girl said, shocking Tamaki in particular.
When I looked around me, I had a feeling that this was going to be a long day.
