Sorry! I should have been working on my other Fanfic but I got caught up with this one, but please enjoy it anyways!!!! And Tiger...beware!!!
I do not own OHSHC, Bisco Hatori does.
Kyoya laid back on his bed next to his laptop. Nothing. There was no information about this 'Stacy' person. In fact the group trip she had claimed she was on with her class wasn't scheduled until next month. He had checked all Canadian School systems to see when they were leaving for Japan, but they had all planed to go at the same time. At the end of July. But it was just the beginning June. No way was this girl telling him the truth. Was she even Canadian? And what was her problem!? The first day at the Host Club she was talking to him, looking at him like she liked him, even playing with his hair. Was that all and act or what? Something was up with her. And he was going to find out. Tomorrow. All he had to do was make sure that they were alone. No problem....
I stood in the shower that was, thankfully, a western style shower. Apparently this was what the owner of the complex decided to use to save on space and money. But I was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Today we'd be shopping with the Host Club. All day. Two girls vs. six guys. *sigh* This could go only so well. The plan was to find me clothing, sleepwear, underwear and basic care tools. (A.K.A. toothbrush, hairbrush, ect.) This was going to be so much fun. We were meeting at seven o'clock sharp. I couldn't help but grin at the idea of meeting 'grumpy Kyoya.' He was so cute when he was in a bad mood. I got out of the shower and looked at my watch. 6:39. I still have time to get dressed. I thought as I towel dried myself. Thankfully I had already eaten so I didn't have to worry about food for a few hours. I'm still surprised that I had managed to eat so much cake with Honey. He was a sweet kid. No pun intended. Honey was the perfect little brother I had always wanted. Mori was nice too. Quiet, but nice. He was so kind, and caring, but he just never spoke. Mori was like a good friend that you could go to when you just had to cry about something. Haruhi was also like that, but she would engage you in conversation and talk you through your pain. Tamaki...he was fun when you needed someone to hang with, but he gets so carried away some times, I wonder if he is even effected by gravity. The twins...those two devils. They would be great if you needed someone to liven up a party or get-together, or maybe on Halloween, when there are people to scare. Kyoya...what about him? He is kind, but secret about it. He seems like he would do anything to get what he wants, even if he has to do it in hiding. But once he has set his mind, I don't think he is easily deterred. I wonder if he's a good kisser....Did I just think that!? Okay, stop it Stacy! This is not the time to be like that! Warping up in the towel I walked back to Haruhi's and my room. The clothes that had been washed yesterday where stacked neatly in a corner of the room. Haruhi had places some socks and underwear next to them with a note.
You can use these for today.
"Thank you Haruhi." I said to the empty room.
Haruhi and I were dresses and ready for the day. Haruhi was wearing girl clothes so that she could help me while shopping, and to avoid us looking like boyfriend and girlfriend. She was wearing a white shirt with ruffled sleeves and a V-neck. She also had on a cute sky-blue pair of shorts. Haruhi really looked...girly today. Two limos pulled up in front of the Apartment complex and the Host Club crawled out.
"Hi Haruhi!" The 'clones' said.
"Good morning, Hikaru, Kaoru!"
"Haru-chan, you look so cute today." Honey called when we came down the stairs. Is every one going to ignore me and focus on Haruhi today?
"Stacy...you look cute." Mori said. I started blushing and ran my fingers through my hair, which had turned curly from the shower.
"Arigato*."
"Haruhi is sooo cute." Tamaki said from over by the car.
"Goodbye girls! Have fun!" Haruhi's dad called from the door.
"Bye Dad!"
"Later Mr. Fujioka!"
"Please Stacy, darling. I'm your host Mother now. Please call me Ranka!"
"O-okay Ranka. Bye!" I waved as we started to load up in the limos. I noticed that only Kyoya went in the first one, while everyone else piled into the second one.
"Um, why is no one riding with Kyoya-sempi?" I asked.
Tamaki whispered in my ear, "Because he had to get up early this morning and now he's in a bad mood."
"Oh, I see." That is sooo cute!
"I can't believe you chose to stay in Haruhi's apartment rather than to stay with us." Hikaru said as we drove to the mall.
"No offence, but it's really small." The younger twin added. "How can you stand it?"
Even if they say 'no offence' how come there still is? Ms. Fujioka thought to herself.
"I like it! It's so quaint. It reminds me of when I would stay at my Aunt's during the summer." I replied.
"Really? You like it." Haruhi asked.
"Yep!" I was cheerfully. I was being honest. I did like cute little houses like that.
"Were here." Mori said deadpan. It was weird to hear Takashi's voice. I mean he never said much so I couldn't get used to the sound his voice made. The car rolled to a stop and we got out. We were standing outside a huge shopping mall.
"Wow, this place is huge." I said.
"Amazing! So this is a commoner's shopping mall!" Tamaki exclaimed. Well someone here is a little excited.
"Okay guys, this place is big so we have to stick together." Haruhi said. I almost expected her to tell everyone to hold hands like a mother would. Kyoya might have been 'Mother' to Tamaki, but it was Haruhi who brought the maternal love to the Host Club. I looked over at the Shadow King. He defiantly did not seem to be happy. I wonder who was more dangerous in the morning, Kyoya or Honey. My money is on Honey, not only did he bite Tamaki, but he can't control himself too much when comes to stuff like sweets. But on the other hand Kyoya can be really scary.
We went around to all of Haruhi's favorite stores, which I admit did have a good selection of girl's clothes, it just that she never looked at them. I managed to find an assortment of stuff to wear, but for some reason the Host Club kept loading me up with dresses.
"Hey guys? I need normal wear." I called from inside the changing room. "I'm not going to wear a sundress unless I have to dress up for something. Could all just forget about dresses for one second and find me something non-formal?"
"Here, I got something you might like." Haruhi passed an outfit over the door to me. It was a pink jacket with no sleeves and a white shirt to wear under it. She then passed over a pair of denim clam-diggers (shorts). I tried it on and stepped out.
"Stacy-chan that looks so cute on you." Honey completed. "I wuv the color pink on you."
"You think so?" I was blushing. I was totally unused to this type of male attention. I had lots of guy friends, but there was no chemistry between any of us.
"Yeah! You should get it!" Tamaki encouraged. Every one gave a thumps up, except Kyoya, who was probably plating solitaire on his computer. Getting Kyoya to notice me was going to be harder than I thought. The rest of the morning went by with out too many memorable events. The best was when Haruhi was trying to take me to the place where she bought her 'delicates' and Tamaki kept begging to go to this more famous, high scale lingerie store. I went with Haruhi while the guys played at the arcade. Finally we were done shopping by noon; the Host Club had agreed to pay for everything, without adding to Haruhi's debt. We grabbed lunch at the Food court after explaining that it had nothing to do with the government Judicial system in Japan. The guys all had settled on either sushi (Honey and Kyoya) or hamburgers (everyone else). I just got fries and a smoothie. I didn't like hamburgers or sushi much. Once we finished Haruhi and I headed off to washroom. Haru-chan waited outside while finished up. When I came out, some thug had her pined up against the wall, teasing her by saying a bunch of profane stuff he'd do to her. On instinct I jumped into the fry and kicked the guy in the side of the rib cage. He let go of her as he fell to the ground.
"Haruhi, run!" I told her. I could hold my own against this guy. This guy must have been intoxicated. I could smell the sake on his breath.
Haruhi ran back to the table, but everyone but Kyoya had left.
"Kyoya!" Haruhi gasped.
"Haruhi, what wrong?" Kyoya said, only show a minimal amount of concern.
"It's Stacy." Haruhi stopped to catch her breath. "She....got into...a fight." Kyoya pushed himself away from the table and charged down towards the bathrooms. He saw a man in a bright red jacket pinning Stacy to the wall. Kyoya walked calmly up him, tapped him on the shoulder and when the guy turned to look at him, he punched him in the face. I just watched, unable to move. I had not expected the guy to grab me and pin me to the wall. I had been kicking the whole time, but alas, I was too weak to fight back. The man looked up a Kyoya, blood gushing out of his nose, and he must have seen the 'Dark Lord' because he suddenly took off down the hall and ran right out of the mall. I caught my breath after that. I was getting pretty nervous when it took so long for Haruhi to get help. But why did she send Kyoya? It's probably just a coincidence.
"Are you hurt?" Kyoya's voice cut like a knife.
"No."
"Good." He grabbed my arm and dragged me back to the table. Had I really made Kyoya this mad at me? I'm sorry. I looked past the Shadow King and saw the others talking to Haruhi, and it looked like they just found out what had happened. Tamaki looked around Haruhi to see me.
"Kyoya, is she alright?" He asked.
"She's fine." The Hypersensitive Evil Lord said as he let go of my hand and returned to his chair.
"Stacy." Tamaki said as he came up to me. "What made you think you could defend yourself against a punk like that?" I recognized that question from the one he had asked Haruhi at the beach.
"I got over confident." I let my eyes tilt toward the ground. "I thought that I could handle him with the martial arts I knew, but I was wrong. I'm sorry that I made you all worry." Truth was I wasn't sorry. If I hadn't stepped in Haruhi could have been hurt. But I didn't let my expression say that. I kept it solemn and sad. This was Japan. Everyone here wears a mask and no one will try to pry it off.
"Do you realize what could have happened if Kyoya wasn't here?" I forced my eyes to work up tears.
"I...I just didn't want Haruhi to get hurt." I said as I returned my watering gaze to Tamaki. "I'm sorry." The truth be told, I wasn't upset about any of this. Not about making everyone worry or even about almost getting myself assaulted. What I was upset about was that I had gotten Kyoya so mad at me. So I just ran with that ache-y emotion to fool Tamaki. It wasn't that I didn't get scared when Haruhi was in harms way. It was just that I didn't care if I was or not.
"As long as you promise not to do anything like that again it will be fine." The King said. "Well everyone, we've had a full day. We should take Haruhi and Stacy back home now."
"Awww, do we have to Boss?" The twins objected. "Can't we have them over to our house? Our Mom would love to have them try on some of her new designs." I saw a spark in Tamaki's eye. I had a feeling we where not going home yet.
"Then we will visit the Hitachiin's residence so Haruhi can try on some feminine clothing!" Some how, I think I am no longer part of his conscious thought. Tamaki and the twins raced each other over to the cars (I think the prize was getting to sit next to Haruhi) while the rest of us walked back, slowly, torturing them with the wait.
"Don't you think that Stacy-chan and Haru-chan would look cute in what Hika-chan and Kao-chan's mom makes Takashi?" Honey said as he cuddled Usa-chan.
"Yeah."
"What about you Kyo-chan?"
"I don't care." Great, Kyoya was still in a bad mood. And this was bad for me 'cuz he wasn't very happy with me right now.
"Huh? But why Kyo-chan?" Honey started to ask Kyoya a bunch of questions as to why he was not interested, when Mori stepped in.
"Mitsukuni, you're bothering him." Mori said as he picked up his cousin and set him on his shoulders. Ahh!!! It was sooo cute! We got to the cars and found Tamaki and the twins playing 'rock, paper, scissors'. The chuffers came out and opened the doors to the two limos and everyone, except Kyoya, stared to get into the same car as last time. But when I was about to climb in when Kyoya spoke up.
"I want Stacy to ride in my car." I looked over at him. Was he serious? I though he hated me. I looked back at Tamaki, who was still standing outside, for an answer. He shrugged as if to say 'I see no problem with it'. I was a bit nervous about ride with Kyoya, but even though I was scared I rode with him anyways. Turns out it was an hour to the Hitachiin Mansion by car. A whole hour with Kyoya. Alone. In a car with tinted windows and sound proofing. Oh-my.
The interior was like the other cars'. It has two seats at either end that faced each other and a third one that ran between them that faced the door. There was also a mini bar with lots of expensive drinks. I didn't bother to ask for one, just incase they were alcoholic beverages (or if Kyoya made me pay for one). We sat in silence for a few minutes, not sure what to say to the other. Kyoya was in the seat next to the door while I had the one facing the side of the car. Why the devil did Kyoya ask me to ride with him if he won't speak to me!? It doesn't make any sense! Maybe I should apologize to him...
"Kyo--"
"Stacy." I looked up at him. His features were really dark. I was started to get a little scared of him. "Who the hell..." Kyoya flung himself from his spot and jumped on me. He held my arms, pinning them to the seat while he sat over top of me, just like he did with Haruhi. "Are you!?" He yelled. I was really, really scared now. "Why is it that when were I try to find out something about you there is no record of you?" His hands moved to my shoulders and squeezed them. "I've tried everything. Google, Facebook, MySpace. But you're not anywhere." So that's what this is about.
"Well of course I don't exist on those!" I yelled back at him. Kyoya looked surprised. Whether by my not 'existing' or from me yelling I'd never know. "I've heard of people who have gotten their accounts stolen, and then who ever took them then changes everything so that the other person will be keep out of good schools and jobs!"
"But who are you? You said that you where here with your school. But there isn't a single school in Canada that has students over here. Why is that!?" He had found that out? No!
"Okay...it's true. I didn't come here with my school. In fact. I don't even know how I got here." Kyoya let go of me and sat up on his knees.
"So even you don't know how you got here?"
I sat myself up and hugged one of my legs. "No. All I remember is that I was sitting at my computer. There was a bolt of lightning, next thing I know I'm at Ouran Academy."
"But that's impossible. You're not lying again are you?"
"I'm not lying!" I sobbed. Great, somehow I started crying in front of Kyoya without realizing it. Kyoya's hand reached out, and gently pulled off my glasses, while the other hand slid around to the back of my head.
Kyoya looked into the foreigner's blue eyes. Even in the dim lighting of the limo he could see them shining brightly from the tears that had welled up. They were a soft blue with a green tint, much like the ocean that surrounded Japan. And at the edge of the iris' there was a dark blue band surrounding the oceanic coloring. Entranced by those eyes, Kyoya lead in towards Stacy and slowly, slowly brought his lips to hers. It almost tasted...sweet. Kyoya pulled away and looked at her again. She had her head tilted down, but her eyes were still locked on him. A brush of red tinted her cheeks, making her look even more tempting. He wanted to take her with him, and never let her go. He had never felt so strongly about a person this way. But the thirds son's mind caught up with his heart and reminded him that she had nothing to offer him. She would not further his plans for the future in anyway. In fact, she may even be called a hindrance. But then why did he want her so badly?
I couldn't take my eyes off Kyoya. He just kissed me. Him. Kissing. Me! It just didn't fit. I knew that Kyoya lived life to find profits to exploit for his wants. So why?
"Kyoya..." My voice seemed to snap him back to reality, but then, reality hit me like a ton of bricks. I had kissed a boy! Well, he kissed me but same dif! How in the world was I going to tell my parents if they ever found out!? I swung me feet off the seat so I could rest them on the ground. During that kiss, they had gotten all tingly. Not the pins and needles kind, but the 'I'm falling!' kind. My face grew redder. What was I supposed to say? 'Thank you for kissing me?' I had no clue where to go from here. Curse my virginity to dating! Curse you!!!!!
For the next few minute we just sat there on opposite side of the seat, not saying anything to the other. I was unable to form a complete, not to mention intelligent, sentence, while Kyoya was probably trying to think up an excuse for his momentary laps of self control.
"So..." I said nervously. Thankfully Kyoya was soon able to break the silence that I, had become very uncomfortable with.
"Here are your glasses." He said as he held them out at arm's length to me. Kyoya had been holding them the whole time and had just now decided to return them. "It's a shame that you wear them. They hide your eyes." I was touched by his words as I put my spectacles back on.
"Same goes for you. One could get lost in those two voids of darkness if not for your glasses."
"It's much more likely that some one would be pulled into the two whirlpools that are your eyes if you didn't wear your's." I giggled. Kyoya was so sweet. I didn't know if he was trying to be funny, or romantic, or if he was trying to see how long we could keep this game going, but I liked him like this...At this point I realized that I had inched my way next to Kyoya. It was like my awareness of my actions was being toggled on and off. Looking up at him I saw how mature and adult-like he was. Sitting next to him, I felt like a child. We were only one year apart, but it already felt like there was at least a decade separating us. His arm came around me, with his hand gently landing on my shoulder as he pulled me in to lean on chest. His hand caressed down my arm to my waist, where it sat, protectively. I felt so small next to Kyoya like this. He was really tall and strong too. Even though most of the cosplay Kyoya wore and his school uniform hid his broad shoulders, they were more apparent from the shirt he had worn today; a dark purple muscle shirt with a black button-up vest over top. Kyoya caught me staring at him and smiled at me. It wasn't that icy smile that he normally gave, nor was it his 'this could be beneficial' smile. I have never seen Kyoya smile like this before. He looked...happy. Like the iciness that he usually projected had begun to melt. Was this...because of me?
Kyoya couldn't get enough of Stacy's soft, affectionate gaze. There was a tenderness that he had never felt before with anyone else. He could also see, in those aquatic eyes, compassion, understanding, adoration, but most of all he saw love. No one, not even his regulars at the Host Club, had ever looked at him like this. The Shadow King was starting to like this. Correction, The Shadow King had found his Queen.
*Arigato-Japanese for thank you. ('domo' may be added at the beginning.)
Okay, time to cut it off. I was going to put more, but then I decided that I need to get back to work on 'Fallen Insert'. I hope that you found this chapter to your liking and I definately hope that you review and tell me what you think!
Later!
