Bookworm, I Like Her Personality Too. .^_^. Reminds me of How Much of a Bad ass I am. I Know, Kyouya's such a bastard, I know, I know. But WHO does she remind you of? A Female Version Of…? AND OH, It's way worse than Just Kyouya or the Blonde. Chances are, She May Kick ALL Ass, Just 'Cus, I felt like it. .^_^. But Nah, She'll soften up a bit, and Kyouya's gonna get his comeuppance. Buh Who Knows?
I got home, face apple red, tears streaming, and I stomped into the kitchen. "Yukii," My dad called from the living, I tossed my book bag down and ran to meet him. He was sitting on the couch, and watching TV. I ran towards him and panted myself on his stomach and started crying. He patted my hair when my other dad came in. He looked at me, went back into one of the rooms and came out with an AK47.
"Whose ass am I beating?" He asked. I looked up at him, through my tears I giggled.
"No one's, daddy. Some bitch dun stalked me, tied me down, and when I tried to get free I accidentally damaged the room and he decided to hold me accountable. I owe like a jillion dollars." I replied. They looked at each other, and looked back.
"Well then, I guess we should make ourselves known to the public." Dad said. (Dad is: the Italian, Daddy is the Japanese).
I frowned. "Known to the public?" I repeated not really understanding the meaning.
"Sweetie, you know how you know how to escape certain situations that we've made you learn for no apparent reason?" Dad asked. I nodded.
"We're in the Mafia. You're The God Daughter, and or third in charge." Daddy said. I frowned.
"That's where all the guns came from, that's why you come home late, and that's why all those people used to come here when I was little?" I asked. They nodded.
"That's What's Up. On some Real shit." I replied grinning.
"I told you she'd love the idea," Daddy told dad.
"She was 8 she wouldn't understand it then." He replied.
"LIKE HELL I WOULDN'T." I replied. If I had known I could control people's life span I would've never been kicked out of all those schools.
"Well. I guess we do what we do best now, yes?" Daddy said. My dad nodded. Daddy picked up a phone.
"Let them know," Dad said into the phone. Within 10 minutes people were moving things in the house and Daddy was hustling us into a limo. I could only think the following:
"Daamn…". We were hustled into the Rich Bitch district, and moved into like a Mansion with 12 Acre's as a backyard.
"This would've been better if we moved here when I was 6. All those times I wanted to go to the park, I couldve just ran in circles out back." I said. My dads chuckled lightly, and started directing people.
Then Lydia my favorite 'Aunt' walked in. "You finally decided to move in!" She said happily.
"Well, we sent Yukii to a school on a scholarship, some boys were messing with her so we decided to make it known." Dad said. Aunt Lydia frowned.
"Name, Age, Sex?" She asked me.
"From what I know, Kyouya, older than me I think, and boy." I answered. She flipped open the phone.
"Find me information on all Kyouya's that go to school in Ouran High School, the pink academy." She said, she hung up before smiling again. We talked, laughed, ate and by 9:30 Pm we were fully moved in. The doorbell rang and I went to get it.
I unlocked the doors and was greeted by four happy faces. "Yomi!" The say in unison. I hugged the group back.
"Uncle Kyo, Auntie Willow, Uncle Ang, and Auntie Miz. What's Up?" I greeted. Kyo and Willow were a happily married couple, Uncle Ang and Auntie Miz are divorced but still pretty close.
"Lydia called us here for the um Kyouya kid." Auntie Miz replied. She stepped in wearing a Green Basic Shirt, White stonewashed skinny jeans, and Green Giuseppe heels. She took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. She smiled at me before taking in some. Auntie Willow handed me the folder, and they made themselves comfortable on the couch as I locked the door.
Auntie Lydia, Dad, and Daddy came down the steps, and they started chit chatting. I took a seat at the Bar-booth in the corner of the living room and opened the folder.
Kyouya Ansawari:
17 Years Old.
Handicapped.
Father: Male Model.
Mother: Deceased.
Kyouya Kiasan:
15 Years Old.
Mentally Ill.
Father: Whore House Owner.
Mother: Whore House Worker.
Kyouya Ootori:
17 Years Old.
No Issues.
Father: Owns Hospitals In Japan, and The Largest Police Force.
Mother: Missing.
The group of family huddled around me. I pointed to the last one. "I think this is him. Got any pictures?" I asked. They looked at Aunt Willow, and she grinned childishly. She popped out an HD Camera, and flipped through the pictures. It came along a handsome boy, but he was in a wheelchair. There was another, but he looked a tad autistic, then the last one was the culprit.
"Him." I pointed. They nodded and immediately got to work.
[[P.O.V. Change]]
Considering Tsuyukomii had school the next day, the adults sent her to bed. She took a shower, and put on an over sized white t-shit. She got into her now larger bed, flicked off the lights, opened the sun roof and let the cool drift her to sleep.
Tsuyukiomii's Dream Land: (Slight Lemon. WARNING!)
I was chilling in my house, and the doorbell rang. I answered it and it was Kyouya. I was wearing a white wife beater, and blue shorts. I was barefoot and he stared at me up and down. I walked back to the living room and sat down. He planted himself infront of me and kissed me. I kissed him back and it soon led to him climbing on top of me. He slowly and gently put the straps off of my shoulders, and I was unbuttoning his shirt. With both shirts discarded I ran my hands up and down his chest. I rested my hand on his heart for a hot minute, and he was groping and running his skinny fingers up and down my sides. He undid the buckle that was safely placed in the front. He pressed his lips to mine once more massaging my breastseseses. (Breastseseses ftw. .^_^.) A slight moan escaped my mouth.
(Lemon Over. .^_^. Mad arent you?)[[P.O.V Change.]]
"Baby Girl, What's your Name. Lemme talk to you, Let me – Buy you a drank. I'm T Pain. You Know Me. Konvict Music Nappy Boy Oh-Wee. I Know The Club. Close At 3. What's the Chance of you Rollin' With Me. Back to the Crib. Show you How I Live. Let's get Drunk and Forget what We did, I'ma Buy you a Drank…" my phone rang. My eyes fluttered open. I grabbed it.
It read:
5:30 A.M. Alarm. 'Get Ready Fo School, Hoe. .^_^.'
I growled at myself. I didn't wanna go to school. Especially when I had to work for those dumb little…
But it's all good. My Family has it covered. I got into the shower and started thinking about the dream. What the fuck was that anyway? That that, invaded the personal space in which I called my dreams. He's such a faggot. I rolled my eyes and got out. I brushed my teeth, my hair, and started lotioning my body. I put on my undergarments, a t-shirt, and my uniform. I put in a headband with a lavender bow on the top in. I brushed my hair down.
I put on Black Giuseppe Heels that made me a little over 5'9. (They were Platforms .^_^.)
I grabbed my bag, and headed downstairs. My dad's kissed me on the cheek and told me Aunt Miz was bringing me to school. I thought about it.
See, My Aunt Miz is like a 16 year old in a 22 year old's body. She smokes, acts goofy, and flirts with EVERYONE. I mean, I'm straight and she's pretty hot. Tall, average weight, brown long hair, a reddish-burgundy eye color, and she's got that model body. People tell me I'm going to turn out like Aunt Miz with her ridiculously curvy body and fairly noticeable assets.
While I was pondering my Aunt, she rang the doorbell. I answered. She was wearing a Gray and Burgundy pinstripe suit, with a matching fedora. She had her hair pulled into a wavy ponytail. She had a bit of makeup on, and Gray Giuseppe Heels. (I'm a Giuseppe, Gucci, Chanel, and Louis Vitton Freak. .^_^.)
She hugged me, before whipping out red lipstick and smearing it all over my lips. "Now you look like a woman!" she exclaimed. Did I mention, Aunt Miz is the ONLY woman I know that can run in heels? And by run I mean this bitch could Haul some ass.
We jumped in the limo. Aunt Miz's limo's were usually like S.U.V's and white. It was her signature. There's a lot of things that aunts shouldn't do. I mean, like she purposely tries to relive her teen days. I mean she's not old, but damn. Give it a rest.
We drove, and drove, and drove, we passed the school, when Aunt Miz realized this she snorted. "Wrong way, we missed the school." She said. When we finally got to the school I shook my head.
Aunt Miz brought me to class, and over exaggerated everything.
She walked in, and put on a show. "YOU DEVIL'S! HOW DARE YOU MONSTROSITIES ANGER MY LOVELY NIECE. IT WAS HER FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. I SHOULD SHOOT I MEAN HANG I MEAN LIGHT YOU ON FIRE I MEAN…Yomi, gimme something," she said.
"Tell your parents?" I provided trying to withhold a smile.
"YES, THAT!" She said. She scanned the room and locked eyes on Kyouya. She stood up straight and walked over. She whispered something In his ear. First it made him drop a book, blush, then move.
Only Aunt Miz would do something like that. She fixed her fedora and walked back over. She grabbed me by my wrist and brought me outside the classroom.
"He's planning something against you. Just keep a look out, alright?" she said.
"Yes Aunt Miz," I replied.
"Don't call me Aunt it makes me sound old." She whined.
"'Kays, Mizure." I rolled my eyes, she kissed me on my cheek before skipping away like a school girl.
Such a slow aunt..
I walked back into class and took my seat. The class stared at me, and I moved my hand in my book bag. I hit the record button on my recorder and placed the bag on my desk.
Class trailed on about the most boring subjects known to man.
Then, things suddenly got interesting when they spoke up about a Halloween Party. Eyes locked on me, and they asked me a theme.
"Zombie's V.s. Prom." I replied, the discussed amongst it, then they heard replies like The Haunting Hour, Goosebumps, and Chuckie's Return. They decided on settling for my Idea, when I felt eyes boring into the back of my head.
"You're starting to work today." Kyouya mouthed. I twitched.
"No mother fuckin' duh." I mouthed back. He seemed angry so I grinned cheesily and turned back around.
Classes soon ended and school was over. I had to get to that evil room from yesterday. I took out my iPod and turned it on. I searched for my favorite song.
"I'm Sprung, Dawg She Got Me… Got Me Doin' Things I'd Never Do, If you ain't been I'm tellin' you. I'm Sprung,(I'm Sprung) Dawg She Got Me… Got Me Doin' Things I'd Never Do, If you ain't been I'm tellin' you.. You Do... You Do... You Do ...You Do… You Do... You Do… You Do…" I sang along. I made my way to the club. I tucked the iPod in my pocket, and sang as I walked through the halls.
Then Blondie and that Kyouya guy somehow put themselves near me and walked with me.
Obviously, If you see two men, that are about I don't know…tall as fuck, and you're about I don't know…not, then what would you do? Walk slower or faster to not feel as short right? That's what I attempted to do, but considering I had these heels on, it made me their height which wasn't working for me.
So I arrived at the host club, and took off the heels. I went in my bag and took out some socks, and Lavender Converses. I put them on, and put the heels in the bag. I tied my hair up, and smudged on some more eyeliner. I turned off the iPod keeping the earphones still in my ear. I went up to Kyouya and stared at him.
"What am I supposed to do?" I asked him. It wasn't that sweet kind of asking, if that's what your thinking. Imagine an evil Seductress with a little boy from the playground, but the Seductress isn't allowed to hit or kill or even play with him for that matter, Pretty mean right?
What's with all the perverted images in my mind? Goddammit. Willow mustve slipped that fuckin' Pill shit in my drink yesterday. Grr…
"You're going to serve the guests tea and cake, as well as decorate it. Considering what's in your files, you are to sing every now and then, and if a guest asks, you're going to perform contortion-ism." He said.
"I can't and will not bend my body in a skirt." I replied. I glared at him.
"You also said you would not be working for us, Yet here you are." He said with a small smirk.
I grabbed him by his throat, his laptop falling, and lifted him in the air. "Only. Because. I. Owe. Money. I Will Not. Do. Gymnastics. In. A. Skirt. Do You Understand That?" I said evilly. Tears were seeping from his eyes. No Answer. "I will Crush your windpipe. It's a yes Or No answer." I spat. It looked like he was dying…should I let go now? *Confused Face*.
The Blonde Noticed and came after me. He fell on me, making me drop Kyouya, and fall on him. I don't know how, But we kissed. And I didn't like it. -_-
When the blonde finally noticed that, he got off abruptly, and I got up as well. I pushed up my glasses and left them room.
.^_^. Alright, I had to get this up before I went and dun disappeared again. I got more Drama comin' up. With not knowing how to kiss, and my friend makin' jokes…damn we're dumb. Anyway, Hope you liked that small amount of lemon. There will be those dreams throughout the story, and even a few scenes also. .^_^. Eh.. Read, Review, Criticize. (Not Too Harsh, If I May Add. .^_^.)