I Hate You-An OHSHC Fanfiction

Disclaimer: See Ch. 1

Chapter Two: Idiots

"I hate you."

I turned a page. "Hating me because I went to a different school is a bit extreme."

Ayako pouted. "It is not. You should've KNOWN that you were going to get in, especially with your grades. Who in this world registers for the most prestigious school as a dare? Even if it was issued by Tokoyama-san."

I sighed. "I did. And I got in. I didn't do it all for a dare, Aya. My parents wanted me to get in."

"It's not like they're still alive."

I snapped my book shut. "What did you say?"

Ayako, catching a glimpse of my glare, instantly paled. "I meant…well, it's not like it was an…you know…"

"No, I don't know. Say something about my parents again and I'll tell Okami-san where you went last weekend, instead of doing your shift."

A pout appeared on her face again. "It's not my fault that you're so boring, and that I have to manage this bakery while you're always reading or studying…besides, that foreign boy's Japanese was soo cute! He told me he was French, and you don't know how charming he was…"

I shook my head, attempting to hide a smile. Her garbled attempts at trying to speak French were painful to hear.

The bell tinkled. I barely glanced up from my book, waving a hand at Ayako. "You go. I have to read this by tomorrow."

Grumbling, she stomped out of the backroom, emitting a grumpy, "Welcome to Ciel Bakery," before half gasping. I rolled my eyes. Probably another foreigner.

"Emi…EMI-CHAN."

I groaned. Didn't she take Foreign Languages as a course last semester? I burst out, ready to give her a full lecture on not disturbing me, when…

Oh damn.

Tamaki watched apprehensively as a girl burst out, looking half furious. The other girl, whose mouth seemed to be open in a kind of silent scream, stood starkly in contrast with a pink uniform, accessories of every kind, and makeup. He shifted uncomfortably.

Kyoya put on a smile that usually had club customers falling over themselves in admiration. "Emi-san?"

The girl, otherwise known as Emi, backed up against the wall. Her face went in an astonishing array of colors, from white to red to green.

Haruhi sighed. "I told you she was like this, Kyoya-senpai. It's bad enough if it's one person, but if the whole group comes and—"

Tamaki silenced her by stepping up, extending his hand with a courteous smile. "Are you Emi-chan?"

She promptly vomited.

Kyoya had to stifle a grin in the car. The memory of Tamaki yelping, Haruhi standing with her mouth open in shock, and the girl slumping against the wall, her eyes half-closed, attempting to mutter an apology, was something you didn't see everyday.

Tachibana threw a startled glance at his young master. Surely those shaking shoulders couldn't be…laughter?

"Is something funny, Kyoya-sama?"

The boy raised an eyebrow, a smile still playing around his lips. "What are you talking about? You're seeing things, Tachibana."

Or am I? the man thought, as a smirk arose in his master's face. That smirk, at least, he was familiar with. It meant Master Kyoya had an idea.

A very big, dangerous idea.

It was only after the whole devastating group had trooped out the door and gotten into their big, fancy cars that Ayako rounded on me.

"YAMAMOTO EMI. WHAT. THE. HELL. WERE. YOU. THINKING??"

I clutched the sides of my chair for support. "Shut up. YOU try being like me."

Ayako threw her hands up in exasperation. "How could you?! Do you even know who Suoh Tamaki is?! He's the heir to Suoh Industries! YOU THREW UP ON ONE OF THE RICHEST MEN IN THE WORLD. How do you do it? I've never met anyone who could ruin things like you. Your ticket to the big leagues in the social ladder? BOOM. It's gone. Couldn't you even TRY to keep under control?"

I scowled. "Do you try to keep under control when you see a spider? It's always, 'EMI!!! COME HELP ME!!!' at the top of your lungs if you see something that even resembles a spider. You're a hypocrite, Aya."

She glared at me, her face starting to go red. "I do NOT. Anyways, we were talking about YOU. Didn't your aunt send you to therapy?"

I shifted uncomfortably. "She did, but I didn't really…"

"YOU DIDN'T GO TO THERAPY?!"

Frowning, I shook my head. "Yeah I did. I just didn't cooperate."

Wow. If Ayako's face got any redder, I would've sworn her head had been replaced with my uncle's.

Her face screwed up, and she opened her mouth to yell at me some more. Fortunately, the bell rang, and I leapt up, nearly yelling, "Welcome to Ciel Bakery! How can I help you?!"

A woman and her toddler stood in front of the apple tarts, both of them looking quite shocked. I awkwardly smiled, as Ayako clapped her hand to her forehead behind me.

This was going to be a long day.

A/N: Ok, another short chapter, but this should get the humor going, and so on. I'll explain more about how the host club got there, so please wait for the third chapter!