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~Reicheru's POV, One Week Later~
"What happened here?!" I looked at the mess before me, furious.
"N-nothing!" Kaoru, Tamaki, and Hikaru waved their hands in front of their faces as if nothing had happened.
I calmed myself down before I began to pick up the mess in front of me. Tea cups and plates had been smashed, and the tea was everywhere on the floor in front of me. How in the world could this have happended? Stupid Tamaki...
I sighed as I went to get a wet rag out of the kitchen to wipe up the tea. Mori had began to help me. Mori and I had become really close friends since I joined the club. When I say really, I mean really good friends. I don't know why. It's not like I have any feelings for him. It's just like we... connect. Yeah, we connect. We keep to ourselves and words aren't always needed. And we have someone to balance out our personalities; he has Hunny, and I have Haruhi. Haru-chan and I aren't that opposite, but we are. It all works out, though.
When I arrived back at the "scene of the crime", Mori had already picked up all the sharp pieces of plate and cup that had shattered. Except one. Which of course I cut my finger on. But I didn't let anyone see. With my luck, something bad would happen on the way to pantry to get a band-aid. Great, I just jinxed myself. -Sigh-. Oh, well.
I removed myself from the floor, only to slip and fall. Mori was across the room getting some fresh rags, so I knew he wouldn't make it in time. I braced myself for the fall... that never came. I opened my eyes expecting one of -- or both-- of the twins or Tamaki... even Haruhi. But... Kyoya?! Whoa! When is he nice?! When I saw his face, it was irritated and a "you-got-me-into-this-mess,-so-you're-getting-me-out" face, also. I didn't want to die.
His infamous, black notebook lay on the floor, soaked in tea.
'Crap! I'm going to die!Literally!'
Kyoya set me on my feet away from the spilt tea and picked up his drenched notebook. He shook it off lightly and then looked at me. He wasn't glaring. He wasn't frowning. He had a blank expression on his face and walked away to change his shirt into a different one since it had gotten some tea on it. I followed him since I should really apoligize. Before planning my funeral.
"Um... Kyoya...?" I called his name and knocked on the changing room door.
"You may come in." His tone was sharp and slightly annoyed.
I slowly opened the door and started speaking. "Well, I just wanted to say- " I stopped short when I saw he had already removed his shirt and blazer, and his belt was unbuckled.
"Yes?" He asked, bending down to reach a fresh shirt out of his bag.
I paused for a long time before speaking, "Sorry... Yeah, that's what I came to say. Sorry." I shook my head to get his image out of my mind and walked out, still slightly shocked. My expression apparently had changed, and Mori was concerned.
"You okay?" He asked in his low voice.
"Yeah. Fine and dandy." I had already changed out of my club uniform and into a regular outfit: a black and white T-shirt and some jeans. I also wore a heavy, red jacket since it was winter. "See you guys later. I have to go to the market." I waved a hand over my shoulder.
"Do you want someone to go with you?" Haruhi called from behind me, desperation in her eyes. I wouldn't want to be the only girl here, either.
"Sure! Come on." I motioned for her to come, and we were off.
Once we had reached the end of the sidewalk that led out of the school, Haruhi asked a dreaded question.
"What happened in that dressing room?"
"Um... Well..." I shoved my hands in my pockets and looked at the ground I was walking on as if it was made of gold and silver.
"Well, what?" She had much anticipation and curiosity in her big, brown eyes, I couldn't take it anymore.
"Well... I walked into the dressing room and Kyoya was half-way undressed. There. Happy now?"
She started laughing.
'Why is she laughing?! This is not funny! I'm going to die because of embarrassment now before Kyoya has a chance to kill me!'
"It's not funny! Stop laughing!"
"You're right; it's not. Gomenasai." A large smile was still plastered on her face.
"Stop grinning like that." I shot her a glare and squinted my eyes.
"You just don't like smiling at all, do you? Even when it's someone else." She was blunt; she was Haruhi.
"Well, when some -- I mean most people are happy, it's annoying. They're almost always annoying." I explained.
"So you're a pessimist?" She tilted her head and it made her look all innocent.
"Sure. Let's leave it at that." I waved bye to Haruhi because we had reached her apartment. When I turned to continue walking, I ran into something, or someone soft.
"Oh, I'm sorry -- Kyoya?!" When did he get here? "But weren't you just-- the school -- But you were... I give up." My fingers pointed in every direction as I attempted to figure out how the heck he got here before we did.
"My father didn't need me after all in the meeting." He explained this with a professional tone, but it was laced with sadness.
"Ah, I see. Well, Haruhi just left and I have no one to walk with. Would you walk me home? It's kinda dangerous around my house."
"Aren't you the one that should be doing things for me?" He cocked an eyebrow as we began to walk in the direction of my home.
"Uh... Yeah, sorry about that." I gave a weak smile and laughed lightly.
"I know how you can. And it benifits you too, somewhat." He looked down on my smaller stature and stared.
Kyoya's POV
'She's so small compared to most girls in high school. Short in stature and her body is so fragile-looking.'
"You're thinking about how small or short I am." She stated plainly without even looking at me. I was taken back by this, but proceded to walk.
"Not exactly. I was admiri-"
"Don't pull that Host Club crap on me." She looked up at me with a blank, expressionless face. She was very blunt; just like Haruhi. She spoke her mind; unlike Haruhi sometimes. 'Admirable.' I looked away from her small figure and up into the sky, for once, relaxing. Just admiring the sky and how beautiful it was. 'The sun is setting. It's--' My thoughts were suddenly cut off by someone grabbing my arm and pulling me towards them.
"Kyoya-senpai! What are you doing?! You almost ran into the street sign. Baka..." She muttered the last part under her breath.
I adjusted my glasses properly on my face and cleared my throat. "I just spaced out for a moment. Sorry." I just said 'sorry', but why?
"Obviously," She looked away, then noticed she was still holding my arm.
She quickly withdrew herself and shoved her hands in her pockets. I smiled slightly at this, thinking it was amusing.
"Stop staring at me, pervert..." She mumbled, shoving her hands even further into her pockets (if that was possible) and looked away from me. I looked in front of me and decided to propose an idea.
"Like I was saying, I know how you can repay me for my notebook,"
She was silent. I continued.
"You could assist me for... one week," I looked at her icy, blue hair since she had hidden her face. She nodded in response, so I continued.
"But you'd have to stay at my house." I finished, expecting her to have a look of disbelief as she shot her head up at me. But she didn't. She stayed calm and merely nodded her head again, this time lifting up her head so I could see her deep, blue eyes.
"Fine." She looked back down.
It was silent.
"Unless I die. Then I'm blaming you." She smiled brightly at me. I had never seen her smile a real, genuine smile.
I also smiled. But it wasn't a host smile, or a polite, fake smile; it was a real smile.
"You're cute, Reicheru." I looked at the smaller teenager beside me once more. I've been doing that a lot lately.
"Thanks, but you can just call me Rei-- Wait... Cute?! Kyoya!" She whined to me, completely flustered. "I am not cute! In any sense!" She continued to argue with my silent figure, and even that seemed, in a way, cute.
I continued to smirk at her small, confused figure. "My house is that way." I finally said, pointing in the opposite direction.
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I hope you guys liked it! Mwahahahahaha! I destroyed Kyoya's stupid notebook that just so happens to resemble the Death Note... *shudders* Anywaaaaayyyyy, I hope you guys review! I only have like 3 people doing that right now! I do appreciate the favoriting and story-alert-adding, but PLEASE review after reading! I need critique! Oh, and LOSGAP, I'm including your little idea you suggested in your last review in my next chapter. That's all for now! Bye, bye!
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