Chapter 3: School Sucks
First day of school went very smoothly then I thought it would have. Finding out that I had at least half of my classes with Takahiro and two alone with just him, and without Hikaru in sight.
And all he, Takahiro did, was mostly sleep.
The teachers paid no mind to it. All must have the thought that he was going to drop out anyway.
Some teachers can be such bitches.
I never saw him at the lunchroom, but he was there to pick it up and leave right after. He must not like crowded places. I also kept my eye out for that girl he was with last week.
I never did get the chance to tell Kyoya about this, if anyone needed to know; it was him. Seeing that it would only make Tamaki upset or something, and it were best not to say anything to King. I'll just tell Kyoya of the girl before hosting starts.
Soon lunch was over and class was on again. Low and behold, guess whom I found?
Seating in the back of the classroom, staring out the window. One hand tapping rhythmical as the other held, his head equally to the gazing, he did.
I took an open seat next to him, still not knowing I was here. I placed my bag down, taking a deep breath.
Hikaru would be already going to science as I was here for math. Oh joy to that.
So lost in my own thoughts, I didn't notice that Takahiro was trying to get my attention. I peeked over to him as kids started to fill the room and chatted away, waiting for the teacher to enter.
"Yes, Takahiro . . . " Saying his first name, seeing as I still don't his last name. But that's what everyone else called him. Maybe he was one of those kids born with the same first and last names.
Oh, now I pity him if that is true. Even though, I'll mostly laugh if it true.
"When does the club start?"
I raised my eyebrow to that. Didn't Kyoya tell us before we left that week?
"Right after our last class is over and to get everything ready. That's about when study hall happens. Why?"
He shrugged. "No reason really. Could you tell the others I might be late."
"Anything else to add to that?" I am not your mailman.
"What? Would you like a please, Hitachiin?"
The hated for this guy is just growing, for mostly from the skinning of my teeth now, with this rudeness of his. I have no choice but to hold it back or I'll be hearing it from the Shadow King.
"Fine, Kaoru, would you please tell the others I might be late. Thank you."
Whoa! Wait, what did he just say to me? My name, did he say my name?
"You are Kaoru, right?"
Spoke to soon, to think I just had gone mad for a moment.
"Yeah, I'll tell them."
It just came to me just then, that with Tamaki is close to him. He might have heard our names from Tono, along with Hunny and Mori know him from when they were kids. No reason to be jumpy over that.
I guess that just shock me. But it shouldn't, I was always mistaken for my brother and him in return. No reason to be shock at all.
The teacher finally came and started to do roll call. I would finally know Takahiro's last name, knowing if I got to laugh or not.
Here is comes . . .
"Fujioka Takahiro."
And he stood, saying he was present and sat back down. That name did sound familiar, where did I hear it before? I know an honor student went by that name.
That couldn't . . .
"Hitachiin Kaoru . . . Hitachiin!"
Oh I was being called. I stood up fast with a deep red face that almost match my hair. Saying I was here in class; I took my seat; trying hard not to taking in the laughter of my stupid moment from the others.
I glance over to Takahiro; surprise that he didn't laugh. Just smiling, that was hidden under his hand as he looked outside. Not taking the lesson at hand. Or the small quiz that was being passed out.
"Fujioka-Kun,"
He turn to face the teacher; boredom was clear as day on his face. And it was only the first day.
"If you want to pass this class, then focus not daydream."
And the teacher walked away; not taking in that he was flipped-off and Takahiro went to work on the quiz.
As I did the same . . . crap . . . I'm doom.
The first ten minutes were maybe the hardest for me, and I just got done with about seven questions. Screeching of a chair's legs brake me from my thinking to see Takahiro up from his seat and heading to the teacher's front desk.
I could tell I wasn't the only one to see what was going on.
"Yes?" The teacher, Mr. Ogawa, after he took notice that Bad Boy was in front of him, not saying a word to distort the teacher as he went over–my guess– for the coming learning week of school.
He handed him the quiz sheet.
"I'm done."
And headed back to his seat. Looking out the window once more. I was shocked to hear this, no way anyone could be done that fast . . . Unless you're a freaking genius; then anything could happen.
Can't think about that now, I still got this quiz to do.
I glanced at the clock for maybe the up tenth time and class was almost over and I was still not even close to be done. The bell ranged and I didn't even see it coming.
"Hitachiin-Kun, please give me your test."
The teacher said when I was the last one behind. Out of the corner of my eye; I could see Takahiro right outside and waiting. Passing the time by talking with some pretty girls. His host slogan should be Play Boy.
Dang it, and the teacher was calling my name again.
"I'm sorry, what was that, sir?"
"I said, if you want to pass this class, I suggest a tutor. I am telling you this now, seeing your score was lowest, I got."
"And who would be my tutor, Ogawa-Sensei?"
"The only few that I know that did well on this quiz, would be one of the Fujioka's, they scored the highest and I know with their help, you'll for sure pass this year."
Of all people, really? Hikaru has this class too, but at a different time. So did that mean, he also did badly, and I have no other choice but be tutored by . . . One quiz just told my fate and school just started, within short time already, I know I'm going to suck at it. Dang it.
"Good day to you, then, sir, see you tomorrow."
"As to you. I'll make sure to tell one of Fujiokas about this then."
Great, just great. What else could happen, really what more could happen? I would like to know. As I walked out the classroom, seeing the hallway was slowly becoming empty. Takahiro lazily leans against the wall that faced the door that I walked out of.
I kept the chat brief and left him to do whatever it was that he needed to get done. I didn't hear him say anything as I kept walking. Telling myself not to, but I wanted to. Peering over my shoulder to see Takahiro walk right back into the classroom.
Leaving now, not wanting to know what that boy was planing, and just leave it has it was. Study hall and clubs were about to start in a good half hour, best to get there fast and get this over.
Moving faster than I have ever done, getting to music room three just in time to see the others set up tables and getting tea ready. Glad to see the others that I didn't have class with. And even more glad to see Hikaru once more, not seeing him at my last class was just nerve-racking.
I informed Kyoya, when he was away from Tamaki, long enough to tell him about this girl I saw with Takahiro, and for a split moment, I thought, I saw worry in those dark coal eyes.
Mori and Hunny had the same look when they overheard us. This girl could be a problem if we weren't careful or if how King would take it . . . if he found out.
The sound of the door handled clicking, broke us out of our trance and we got in place. I never thought with just a swing of a door, all hell would break lose.
The day we met Haruhi Fujioka. An honor student, low-class background, and what shock me the most; was that Takahiro knew this Fujioka.
Very well when he came back in time to see that we now had a new host club dog, when we lost a priceless vase to help pay most of the host club's needs.
I never knew they were so close when; I saw Takahiro panic; when the honor student Fujioka met his eyes and it looks like he just saw murder. So the badness was really an act and he can be like any other boy in the world; he was more of that teen from a seventy's movie; Grease.
It was however a mystery; thinking over what I learned before this and the new information added. Takahiro was close friends of the Suoh family and lived the life of a commoner. It didn't make any sense at all, but I didn't question it one splinter of words to this to anyone.
Hosting went on as plan with the new help. I was starting to see a strange relationship that the two Fujioka's had. It seems like family and at the same time they were more like a married couple.
Both were guys, and the slot for Brotherly Love was already taken. Hikaru and I would fight to keep it that way. Then, if not sooner, we fine out that Haruhi is really a girl. It was funny though when Tamaki found out and Takahiro almost knocked him into the next century.
This school year had just gone from boring to annoyance to greatness in one swing. Ouran wasn't going to be the same and that was a fact.
"Hitachiin?" A voice called out, brother and I turn to see Takahiro walks up to both of us.
"Yes." Saying as one, old habits never die.
"I had a talk with the teacher."
Holding out a piece of paper, Hikaru tried to take the note but it was moved out of reach.
"I don't like games, Hikaru, I can see the splash a paint on your chin from art."
I turn to face my brother–he was right–I never saw it there before. Huh? Must have missed it.
He then handed it to me. "Call when you feel like it and we can over the notes of homework that were handed out." And with that, he left.
I pulled my handkerchief out of my breast pocket and handed it to him.
Wiping away some blue paint. Same color as the jacket; reason why I didn't see it before. Hikaru gave it back to me.
My once white cloth was now smug with paint. I didn't get use it once, not even with the girls from the host club. Oh, well, not really not much of a big deal, there could be always next time.
"I still don't like him."
"What's there to like about him?"
"The only up side was his lady friend."
"Although seeing how they act together; really put a damper on his Bad Boy image."
"Ha, you got that right, never seen someone act that stupid in front of a girl."
"Must really care for her?"
"What about Tamaki? I thought he made his own grave for him."
"That's for sure."
"Think we should stay?"
"The day was not really that wasted, brother."
"True; what about the others? Think we can handle them?"
"Hunny and Mori: yes. Kyoya: war; if we mess up."
"Tamaki: just a pain. We can handle him."
"Haruhi: a new toy that has to be tested."
"We just need to get pass her wall."
Yes that was the last thing to manage was Haruhi's wall, their close; that was a big hint.
Mostly a brother/sister thing, so nothing too close. But the relationship he has with the others, I still don't get . . .
Menage ties with Tamaki's family that makes my head hurt to even put into words.
Hunny and Mori have known him when they were kids and grown up with respect for one another . . . I think.
Kyoya said that his family and Takahiro's grandfather share hold on the largest hospitals in Japan, from what I found later about, during hosting. So they're not close-close, but deal with each other.
Who is this guy?
"You going to call him?" My brother asked the moment we enter the limo for home, nothing but the sound of tires and roads met our ears.
"I guess that I'm going to have to." Glaring at my brother. "Seeing as he and Haruhi were the only ones that got the top scores in all subjects."
"Don't blame me. Our brain waves are the same. So be mad at genetics, not me."
"It would be like hating myself."
He didn't answer to it, but he knew in a way that was true. We are the same. Twins with a bond that can't be so easily broken.
As our house was coming more in sight, I started to call the number; for a moment I thought it was hell on the other end.
It ringed several times as the car pulled in to park and we started to leave for inside. On the fourth or so ring when someone answers it. A feminine voice answers. It was Haruhi.
"Yes, who is this?"
"Hello, Fujioka, remember me." I couldn't help but want to be playful for an endless routine. Brother gave me a strange look, until I mouthed that it was the girl Fujioka. Nodding and started for the kitchen for the cook to make us a snack.
"Hitachiin, right?" She started out with, then added. "How did you get Takahiro's number?"
"He gave it to me."
"Oh, so you're the one he was going to be tutoring; that got the lowest score." Blunt, isn't she.
"Yes."
Trying hard to keep my voice calm after that low blow.
"Could you tell him to be here in about one hour."
I gave her the address, and we talk a baud more. Maybe to get something off from her about this guy who would be within my domain in the up coming hour. I needed something for back up.
"All right, goodnight then Fujioka." After the phone click shut, a shiver ran up my spine. But it's ok, I think I can do this. I hope . . .