Chapter 3 already...It was getting so long that I decided to make this chapter into 2 separate ones. ENJOY, AND REVIEW!
ON WARD KEVIN!
A small scowl had started to make it's way on to Violet's face. The girls in her class, in fact not just in her class, but almost all girls who had come into contact with her, were making goo goo eyes in her direction all day. After a rather long discussion with the teacher, she packed up her things for the day. Violet made her way out of the classroom, and into the hallway, where she saw a familiar brunette jogging in her direction.
"Hello, Haruhi. Where are you off to in such a hurry?" The icy eyed American asked, her raspy voice catching the attention of the brunette, causing her to stop in her tracks.
"Oh, hello Everheart-Senpai" she said, panting lightly "I am running late for the Host club, I am never going to hear the end of it."
"Perhaps you would permit me to walk with you. Then you can blame your tardiness of me." Violet suggested, walking over to the first year.
"Are you sure? I'd hate for you to take the fall for me, senpai."
"It is quite alright," the older of the two reassured "and please, don't call me senpai, it makes me feel old", the American said, chuckling lightly.
"Alright, lets get going" Haruhi said, and began to walk along side her senior.
Opening the door the the third music room, the two girls stood in shock. The room had been turned a tropical landscape.
"Welcome" the Hosts who were decked out in tropical clothing, with their chests exposed. "There you are Haruhi, you're so late", the twins chorused. "Yes, about that. It is my fault she is late, my apologies" the icy eyed girl said with a bow, beforeturning her attention to the atmosphere around her. The palm trees reminded her of her trips back to the state where she was born. Hearing the call of an exotic bird, she turned to see a toucan land on Haruhi's head. The American smirked at the sight, finding it amusing that the brunette made no move to remove the bird from her head, and took out a calendar form seemingly nowhere. "I could be wrong, but my calendar says it's early spring."
"We want our kittens to enjoy the warm tropical paradise we created here in the club room and not fear the cold of the outside world. We call it Nirvana!" Tamaki exclaimed, gesturing dramatically, bring Haruhi close to his side.
"That's funny, because I feel a massive chill right now" Haruhi mumbled, a figurative anime style sweat drop formed on her head.
The Host Club is now open
"What heartlessness. Even with my skin glistening like brilliant ivory, exposed my my outfit, I am nothing but a slave before you. I kneel and swear my loyalty to you" at the Host Club's 'king's' words, all of his guests had heart in there eyes. "Which reminds me, next week, your club is hosting a party" he said, the information catching Haruhi's attention "we are hosting a party?" she asked no one in particular, before she heard the twins go into detail about it. Then they started doing their 'act' to which she didn't know how to react.
"The girls seem more wound up then they usually are" she commented when the guests at the twins table started squealing loud enough to make her want to grin her teeth.
"Showing some skin proves popular with the ladies" Kyoya stated in a so matter-oh-fact tone, from beside her. "I could see why. To the average girl, it is quite ascetically pleasing" Violet's spoke in her slightly raspy voice, as her appeared beside Kyoya, a laptop tucked under her arm.
Hear Haruhi sigh, Kyoya said "do you have a problem with the way we run our club? Be careful, you owe us eight million yen" his voice was slightly smug. At the glasses wearing boy's words, Violet's eyes widened ever so slightly "if you don't mind me asking, Haruhi. How did you manage such a high debt?" she asked the girl. "I broke a vase that was displayed in the room and valued at eight million yen" she stated simply, as though it was no skin off her nose. Seeing she had some customers, Haruhi walked off, leaving the two second years alone.
"May I ask why you are here?" Kyoya said turning to look at his fiancée. "I saw no point in having your driver come and make an extra trip to pick you up after he came and got me, so I decided to stay and wait." She said "is there a place I can work without being interrupted? I have a deadline with my editor at the beginning of next month, and I have four chapters I need to have finished by the end of this week to stay on track."
"There is a table in the back room if you would like to use that," Kyoya stated writing something down on his clip board. The backroom was mainly unused, Kyoya being the only one to really use it when he was working late on club business, he'd sleep on one of the couches there.
"That would acceptable, yes" the American responded "could you tell me where the back room is located."
"There is no need for that, I shall show you" Kyoya said, walking off, the icy eyed girl following close behind.
"Here we are" Kyoya said opening the door, revealing a rather large room which consisted of a pair of couches, a fridge and a table with a set of four chairs. "There is an assortment of teas in the cabinets, and snacks in the fridge. If you decide to have a slice of cake I will have to charge you, as they were flown in from France." Kyoya recited pointing to the cabinets above the sink in the corner, than to the fridge.
"That will not be necessary. I am not a fan of cake. Thank you Ootori-san."
"Kyoya" he corrected her "we are engaged after all, it would make the most sense for us to call each other by our first names, don't you think?"
"I suppose" Violet sighed, before smirking, as the memory of their deal came into her head "for ten more months at least."
Kyoya smirked as well, making his way out of the room "enjoy yourself" were his parting words as he closed the door behind him.
Just before the Host Club closed for the public, a couple of girls approached Kyoya, "is there something I can do for you mademoiselles?" He asked in his host voice, the tallest of the two spoke up, "well we saw Sam, the transfer student from 2-A in here and we were wondering...well if... if he was coming to ask for a position as a new Host?" As soon as the words left the girl's lips, Kyoya had started plotting. "If he were to become a Host, would you like to request him?" He asked curiously, to which the girls responding by nodding their heads rapidly. "Well ladies, you'll just have to wait and see" he said with a host smile before walking them out, and closing the club for the day.
Once the club had been cleaned up by the staff and everyone changed into their uniform, Kyoya made his way to the back room, while the Hitachiin twins tried to get Tamaki out of his slump, after losing one of his customers, Kanako Kasugazaki to Haruhi.
Opening the door quietly, Kyoya looked inside to find his fiancée with ear phones in and her hands flying across the keyboard, eye focused intently on the screen.
"Violet" he attempted to get her attention, key word 'attempted'. She was far to focused, and the music playing in her ear buds, was far too loud for her to hear him.
Stepping over to the table, Violet had noticed his shadow that suddenly over cast the table. Looking up and seeing Kyoya, she took out her ear buds. "Are you finished already?" she asked, her fingers stopped moving on the keyboard.
"No" he replied "but it seems as though some of the customers have taken a liking to you already."
The icy eyed girl's long, narrow fingers came up to pinch the bridge of her nose, as she sighed in irritation. "Honestly the girls at this school are so unobservant, do I honestly look like a male?" Though the question wasn't directed at him specifically, Kyoya still answered.
"Well, your small waist and widened hips are covered by the lose fitting white shirt. Your chest is not very noticeable because of the fact that your blazer is slightly too big for you. While your are quite a bit shorter than the average male, the customers that attend this club are used to seeing a short male, because of Honey-senpai. So to answer your question, while you do not look especially male, you could pass as one."
"The question was rhetorical", Violet looked back at her screen, preparing to shut in down.
"To answer, no I am not finished for the day. The club is closed, but now the other club members and I have to work on the plans for the party. The reason I came in here is to ask if you would like to become a host. In return you will receive 10% of whatever you bring in."
"I have to interest on become the being that fuels the romantic imagination of the girls at this school, so why..." The American girl trailed off thinking of something.
"Hmm. While I have no interest in becoming a host I will do so on one condition" Violet said, turning to face Kyoya "the 10% that originally was going to go to me, will go towards that first year, Haruhi's debt."
"That is awfully generous of you. Consider it done, but what brought this on?" Kyoya asked, pulling out his own laptop from the corner of the room.
"What can I say, I feel sorry the girl, surely she would not be able to pay off the entirety of her debt until she graduates. I know what it is to be a second class citizen, though I was born into money. Back home, we had no staff, other than a live in nanny who watched me when my parents went away on business trips. I was given a budget for food and entertainment each month from the time I was old enough to understand how money worked. My nanny taught me how to cook, clean, shop for food and clothing. I even had a job at a bakery when I was fourteen. My parents wanted me to know the meaning of hard work, and never gave me any handouts, whatsoever. Everything I own, I earned."
"Aren't you giving Haruhi a handout by helping her pay off her debt?" Kyoya asked.
"Not the way I see it. High school becomes the most stressful during the last year due to how heavy the work load becomes. Haruhi will still be working off her debt, but with my help, she can become debt free sooner and focus on her studies in her final year" Violet explained raising from her seat, closing the lid of her laptop.
"You may continue working now, my apologies for disturbing you" Kyoya walked toward the door with his laptop in hand, "it's fine, I have lost my concentration anyway. Do you need any assistance with the party plans?" Violet asked tucking her own laptop under her arm and swinging her bag over her shoulder.
"I suppose a fresh prospective could help."
In the main room, the hosts, with the exception of Tamaki gathered around the table. The twins had failed to get the Host Club 'king' out of his slump, and he had resorted to eating what they had referred to as commoners ramen .
"Does it really bother you that Miss. Kasugazaki has taken a liking to Haruhi?" one of the twins, Violet wasn't sure which, asked.
"He shouldn't be surprised, she's had the illness for a while now, hasn't she?" Kyoya typed something out on his computer. "Illness?" Haruhi asked no one in particular, the twins answered her. "She's got the host hopping disease" "aka, the never the same boy twice disease."
"They have a name for that in America too, but I assure you, it isn't anything close to as pleasant as 'host hopping'." The icy eyed girl stated from her seat at the far end of the table. "Usually our customers pick their favorite host and make appointments to see them regularly, but Miss. Kasugazaki changes her favorite hosts on a regular basis."Kyoya stated flatly. "That's right, because before she chose you, she was with Tama-chan," Honey said appearing beside Haruhi.
"So we is upset because I took her from him?" The brunette asked, her words making Tamaki snap out of his stupor "SHUT UP I COULD'NT CARE LESS!" He screamed in both her and Honey's face, causing the third years eyes to fill with tears.
"Please seize you screaming. Your are giving me a migraine" Violet said sharply, bringing her hands up, fingers rubbing at her temples. Yet the blonde ignored her and continued on "HARUHI, I AM RUNNING OUT OF PATIENCE, IT'S TIME YOU STARTED DRESSING LIKE A GIRL! I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW YOU CAN BE SO POPULAR WITH THE LADIES WHEN YOU, YOURSELF ARE A LADY! NO ONE BUT THOSE OF US HERE KNOW THAT YOUR A GIRL!" The flamboyant blonde disappeared only to return seconds later with a large wooden chest that had "The king's property' stamped on the side. Tamaki continued to shout as she rummaged through the trunk "NOW YOU LISTEN TO PAPA. I WANT YOU TO GO BACK TO THE WAY YOU USED TO BE!" He pulled out a massive framed photo of Haruhi from middle school, who didn't react well.
"DON'T GO BLOWING UP MY PICTURES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!" She yelled, causing the dull ache in Violets temple turn into a sharp throb.
"The more I look at this picture the more amazed I am" Hikaru said, as the male hosts gathered around the picture, all wondering how Haruhi looked the way she did when she first stepped into the club room. She explained how a kid in her neighborhood got gum in her hair, and she ended chopping in all off, not caring if she looked like a dude, to which Tamaki replied "A GIRL SHOULD NEVER REFER TO HERSELF AS A DUDE. MOMMA! HARUHI IS USING THOSE DIRTY BOY WORDS AGAIN" he exclaimed.
"Who is 'Momma?" Kaoru asked.
"Based on club position I assume it is me" Kyoya said, clearly not happy with the title. The little comment got a chuckle out of the American girl who was still sitting at the table.
"Look I don't see why you're so upset. Working as a host I can pay off my debt faster,I'll never be able to do it if I am just a delivery boy" the brunette girl said to her blonde senpai who was loudly sobbing on the floor.
"I hate to interrupt, but do you have formal dancing experience? You'll need it for the party" Hikaru said, drawing Haruhi's attention away from the bumbling excuse of a 'king'. A figurative sweat drop appeared on the girl head, "no, but the parties not mandatory, right? So if I could be excused..."
Suddenly Tamaki stopped balling like a child and stared seriously at her, "defiantly not. A gentle man must know how to dance, therefore I order you to master the wales in one week, and you will demonstrate it for us at the party...and if you fail I'LL TELL THE WHOLE SCHOOL THAT YOU ARE A GIRL!" He screamed the last half of the sentence, causing the brunette to look scared out of her wits.
With Tamai's orders given to Haruhi, everyone in the club dispersed for the day. Kyoya sat across from Violet, scribbling away in his little black book, while she tried to sooth the headache brought on by Tamaki's theatrics.
"Honestly, I don't know how you have survived this long without throttling the boy" Violet said pressing the palms of her hands against her forehead. "Neither do I" he responded, reaching into his bag, and pulling out a bottle of Tylenol, and passing it to her. "Take two of those, they are extra strength" he said returning his attention back to his little book.
"I have been meaning to ask" the American girl said after downing the Tylenol Kyoya gave her "what type will I be, because as I understand it, every host is a certain type."
"You are most correct, every host is a different type, and it is determined on their personalities traits. Considering your natural tendency to help and protect others, as you have demonstrated with Haruhi, I would consider you..."there was a pregnant pause as Kyoya thought of the correct title "The big brother type."
Violet merely rose at eyebrow at him, but with no other response from him, she accepted her new title.
"Where ever you say Momma" she smirked turning her attention out the window, not missing the scowl on Kyoya's face that she could see in the reflection of the glass.
