Neyla came to the club once a week to check up on Honey, always failing to give an exact date for when they would have their duel by giving him excuses of gang activities or trips to different parts of Japan for debts unsettled. Honey started growing fatigued by the ordeal, making it harder and harder for the rest of the members of the host club to concentrate on their obligations to the girls. They had been closing the club earlier and earlier just so they could give Honey some extra time to calm his nerves.
"Mitsukuni," Mori's husky voice sounded to his friend. "She won't give you a proper fight. And these excuses she's giving you are just a way to draw it out. You're going to have to make the rules and draw the lines if you want your brother back," he said as he patted his cousin's back.
The doors to the host club opened and a maniacal laughter wafted through like warm caramel. Neyla's candy apple hair was pinned in an exotic looking bun that swirled around like marbled candy with different pins faceted with pearls and jewels. "Mitsukuni!" she chimed informally as she sauntered over to the group. "The battle will be held the night of your parents' masque. It's a week away so I hope you've been training."
The boys looked at Mori. "Why is it you're always wrong?" Hikaru asked, placing his arm around the taller boy's back.
"Yea, aren't you supposed to be in the know on everything about Honey-senpai's life?" Kaoru continued to goad.
"Also, I've returned from Kyoto with gifts!" Her purse was filled with framed pictures of her visit to the Kiyomizu-dera and Kamigamo Shrine and the Daimaru Department Store.
Tamaki looked at the little keychain she brought him and smiled. "I'll put this with my commoners' keychain collectibles," he beamed as he touched the little frog's bulging eyes.
"You know, for a rich gang leader-"
"You give out pretty crappy gifts," the twins informed her as they held up their matching t-shirts.
"Excuse me, but you should be thankful that I got you anything!" The tall woman stepped forward, her long leg slipping out from the slit of her skirt as she smacked the two boys with her fan. "A normal gang leader wouldn't buy gifts for pathetic mongrels like you. But I figured since I've been making sweet Mitsukuni wait, I should at least give you all gifts. And show you the pictures of my travels and the other gangs I've conquered in the past few weeks."
She pulled out a heavy floral binder filled with pictures of battered and bruised boys. A lot of the pictures contained a glimpse of Yasuchika in the background looking haggard. Kyouya pulled the book off of Neyla's lap and showed it to Honey. "Honey-senpai, look. There is your brother."
Honey's brown eyes grew wide as he locked onto a picture of Neyla's arms wrapped lovingly around his brother who looked rigid and broken. "He's my favorite plaything," she informed his as she took the album back. "I made a copy of that one just for you, Mitsukuni. Here," she offered as had an 8x11" copy of it in a black frame lined with red-tinted sakura blossoms. "It's my absolute favorite. And Yasuchika, he may look a little… Off, but that's because he was a good boy and beat some really tiring men."
"You want to fight me finally?" Honey finally spoke. "Why in such a public setting?"
"There's more weaponry where there are tables," Neyla informed. The boys (and Haruhi) looked at Neyla like she was nuts. " If you don't find that option suitable I guess we could have it after. But I will still be at the party. I explained the terms of your brother's return with your parents this morning. Although they are not happy that you've agreed to take his place, I told them it was a non-negotiable settlement."
Honey's brow furrowed, but he agreed. He was put off by the fact that she could make his parents agree so easily. From what he knew of his parents, it was very seldom that they agreed to any conditions made by someone who threatened a member of the family. Only a horrific threat could do that to them.
"Well all, I should get going. I have a little pet that I need to take out for a bit to practice on." Neyla turned and started walking toward the door that was being blocked by the twins and Kyouya. "Boys, if you wouldn't mind moving." Kyouya's gaze was cold as Neyla's red lacquered nails caressed his skin. "I hope to be seeing you all at the party." She grazed her thumb across Kyouya's lips. "I do love watching you," she said as she turned and walked out the door.
They turned to the window and waited until her vehicle was out of sight. "Don't worry, Honey-senpai. I'm sure you'll kick her ass," Hikaru tried to comfort.
Kyouya took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. They needed a better plan than Honey winning. Kyouya could tell that the distraught boy doubted his ability to twin the match.
He had been spying on her for weeks now, ever since that first time she walked into to the host club in her short, partially see through skirt and body suit. The harsh light from his desk lamp hurt his eyes as he stared at different pictures taken by one of his men. He had drawn a floor plan out by all the pictures taken inside her homestead. From what the Yoshi had told him, Yasuchika was confined to Neyla's personal room.
Kyouya scanned through all the surveillance footage the spy had taken. Yoshi was a good man and had done a lot of hard work and the youngest Ootori son had paid him well.
He was fixated on the picture of her in particular, a still shot among the rest where she seemed to be staring directly at the camera. It must have been concealed, Kyouya thought. It was a color-rendered photograph of Neyla with her hair down and curled. She wore a pair of small glasses and a dark blue silk robe. She looked a little annoyed and tired as though she had been interrupted from her sleep. Her green eyes were hazy and her lips turned in a sulky scowl.
Even though he knew it was just a picture, she bewitched him. Her slender arms and painted nails and those angry eyes became an obsession for him. He wanted to know what had made her become a gang leader, what lead to her choosing to target the Haninozuka family's younger son rather than going right after Honey from the get go.
Most of the girl was a mystery. All he had learned was that she had a penchant for brutality and making others feel like cretin. Or making them her personal slaves. He poured over more pictures and placed a cup of coffee to his lips. The hot liquid seared his throat as he tried to think of a plan to help Honey.
Kyouya leaned back heavily, standing the chair on two legs. He thought of all the faces that would be at the Haninozuka family. He'd have to make an appearance even if Neyla had not told the boys to come. Honey's father had set up a group of mutual cliental between the Haninozuka/ Ootori/ Suoh enterprises as guests.
Not that it was a problem for him, but Tamaki had a hard time fitting in socially with the rest of the higher ranked citizens because of his love for commoner customs. But he was working on it, little by little.
He thought of the conversation with Neyla in the music room, the way she had grazed her fingers across his face before leaving. Her eyes glinted with a more concentrated form of lust that looked animalistic when she smiled with her pointed canines slightly visible from her open lips. She was a gorgeous creature, more deadly than any girl at Ouran. He couldn't help but stroke himself as he though of her in his mind; he softness of her fingers, her long legs. All the pictures of her he had around his room didn't help. She was his number one priority these days, her whereabouts and plans for anything. Even though he had obligations to fulfill to make sure his father's business was successful, he would make sure that he'd be notified if anything were to happen with Neyla.
Neyla. Her name played over in his mind along with her voice. He turned on one of the tapes Yoshi had sent him. Her voice was beautiful. He thought of her lips. His motions were slow, beckoning himself to become hard. His length increased as
"I think the hardest part would be the battle," Yoshi's voice proclaimed.
"Yoshi. I am a seasoned fighter. I will take Mitsukuni down just as I did Yasuchika. Granted Mitsukuni's strength is much more vast in comparison to Yasuchika, but I am going to assure you now, my strength is much more concentrated. And I fight or power." Her voice became breathy, as though she were streaming up a window. Kyouya groaned as he stroked himself a little faster, visualizing her hands were the ones wrapped around the base of his cock, tugging him with expert knowledge. "By the way, I want you to look into something for me."
"What's that, Kuran-sama?"
"That host club vice president. Ootori Kyouya. Find out what you can about him. He's a very… intriguing fellow, you know?" His cock throbbed at the sound of his name on those cherry lips. His body tensed as that sweet tingling feeling flooded his groin. His release leaked out all over his hands, pants, and the hem of his shirt.
