The First Known Hostess ~An Ouran Host Club Story

Chapter Four: Kyoya Ootori (Oh la la!)

After my episode, the boys took it upon themselves to "keep me safe". They didn't let anyone get too close to me. They didn't even let a teacher shake my hand! I told them that they were "suffocating me" and that they weren't "giving me any air" and they called the school nurse to come take a look at me! They left me alone to work around the host club for two days, to let me get back my bearings. I came into the club after a long two day weekend, and it was barely recognizable! There were stringed lights everywhere and a giant Eiffel Tower in the middle of the room. It looked like a small Parisian outdoor café. I had to just stand there and stare.

"Wow," I said aloud, "It's beautiful."

"Isn't it?" said a voice behind me. I quickly spun around to see Tamaki standing behind me.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you. How are you feeling?" I smiled at him. Tamaki is always so kind and considerate.

"I can't complain, Tamaki. I am sort of confused though. Why do you guys do so much cosplay and crap like this? Why don't you spend your funding on something a little more practical? I swear, your families are rich and full of entrepreneurs, yet you spend your funds on this? Why do you do it?" He tossed his hair and laughed.

"And why wouldn't we?" I stood there. I didn't really expect an answer like that. I was ready for an explanation. Some sort of back story, or something.

"Well, we do it because it's fun." said Tamaki. "It'd be kind of boring to just be ourselves every day. Sometimes, it's just a little more fun to be someone else once in a while. Wouldn't you think so?" He smiled at me. I suspected that he was waiting for an answer, but I really wasn't prepared to give him one. Instead, I asked,

"Do you guys have a piano around here?" He nodded, somewhat surprised and pointed at the double doors next to the ones to the changing room. I nodded in gratitude and walked towards it. I went in and closed the door firmly behind me. How was there so much about these boys that I still didn't know? I was flustered, so I tested out the grand piano in the middle of the room. I started to play a song called "Tell Me Lies". And then, I started to sing.

Tell Me Lies

I never believed that there was a rainbow

with a pot of gold at the end.

I'm much too smart for fairytales like that.

Yet, here I am again.

I thought this time "This time, we're gonna make it".

Why I thought so, I really don't know.

Maybe something in his eyes

just told me so.

Something in his eyes.

Tell me lies,

and I'll come running.

I must have lost my mind.

I could close my eyes

and tell you just exactly what's coming.

Life's gonna turn just a little unkind.

Seems like everyone sails way out on the sea,

But I'm stuck here on the shore.

Sun's always shining,

But it's never for me.

Why should I try

Anymore?

Tell me lies,

Tell me lies,

I'll just keep right on coming.

This time I've got to believe in the dream.

This time I've got to believe in his dream.

Once I finished the song, and I turned around, I saw the whole host club peeking into the doorway. I sighed heavily and got off of the piano stool.

"Jeez," I said as I pushed them all out of the doorway and into the club room, "can't anyone get some privacy in this club?" I winked at Tamaki and his eyes widened and his cheeks started to flush. Just then, a light bulb appeared above Tamaki's head. I squinted my eyes.

"Since when was that light fixture there?" I asked. The light fixture had six light bulbs on it, but only one was lit, and it was flashing.

"It pops up from time to time." said Tamaki, as if in a trance. He suddenly shook his head and straightened his school jacket. "Okay everybody, time for work. The ladies will be here any minute. Oh and did I forget to mention that today is Sakura's first day of being our first maid/hostess?" (Oh, yeah. Did I forget to tell you that? I would be able to talk to the customers, and they can even request me if they think that they need another girl to talk with. But, since that probably wouldn't be happening very often, I still have my maid status. I will still be assisting the other hosts when I'm not needed.) He clapped his hands and started to walk away. So did everyone else. I turned around to lift a tray off of the table behind me, but when I turned back around, Tamaki was three feet away from me glancing back at me. It kind of irked me how he just told everyone to go work, while he's just standing there and looking at me.

"Tamaki," I said, one eyebrow raised. "Don't you have business to attend to? Go check if the Eiffel Tower is pointy enough, or something."

I got into my outfit and started attending to certain cleaning jobs that were reserved specifically for me. Wow, how lucky am I to be with such "considerate" people. After Honey almost ran me ragged just trying to pick out a piece of freaking cake, I finally escaped to go ask Kyoya who I was going to be with for the day.

"Well lucky you, Ms. Sakura!" He said a little too cheerfully. "You're with me today!"

"Yeah," I mumbled, and then rolled my eyes. "Lucky me." We walked over to the nearest table to discuss my new maid/hostess title. Just then a bunch of girls started to walk in.

"That's great. Our first customers have just arrived. Well, this is your first real day, Sakura." said Kyoya. "Welcome to the Ouran Host Club." I couldn't count how many times the hosts have said that to me already. I was getting kind of bored because of the fact that the girls were pretty busy swooning over Kyoya. Ugh! Surrounded by a bunch of good looking boys all day. That proves it. This school is way better than Rellington.

"Miss Sakura?" said Kyoya suddenly, snapping me out of my trance. "Would you be a dear and get us a fresh tea pot?" Before I could open my mouth to say yes, one of the girls squealed and said,

"Oh! Doesn't he have the absolute best manners?" I rolled my eyes in disgust and quickly muttered,

"Sure." I basically ran from the table. While I was fixing the tea, I overheard Tamaki complementing one of the girls in French. I wished that I wasn't fluent in the language so that I didn't have to listen to that sugary-sweet madness. My teeth were rotting at the core just listening to it. Tamaki was becoming desperate because he was running out of the sweet things to say and finally called her his "coué de crayon". Well that was a major opportunity that I just couldn't let slip by. With a devilish smirk on my face, I sauntered over to the girl and balanced the tray on my hip.

"You do realize," I said, "that 'coué de crayon' is French for 'pencil neck'." Well after that, the girl just wouldn't stop freaking out about the whole pencil neck thing. While I walked away, Tamaki reached out for me. I stopped. He had the most amused smile on his face.

"Really nice." He said. "Must you insist on torturing me?" I smiled back at him.

"Must I keep working here?"

"Well," Tamaki said slowly. "Yes."

"Then yes, I must." He went back to comforting the girl. "Oh," he turned back around, "and no more French in the club from now on."I was laughing all the way to the table.

"Nice, Sakura. Really nice." said Kyoya when I got back to the table.

"Oh, what of it? I was just having a little fun." I said innocently. I whipped out my fan and I started to fan myself.

"I didn't think that you were capable of having fun." said Kyoya sarcastically.

"The thought is mutual." I sarcastically said back.

"You seemed like the more nervous and irritable type." Kyoya continued. I closed my eyes and kept on fanning myself. I felt Hikaru, who was sitting with Kaoru and their customers nearby, starting to open his mouth to make a sarcastic comment. I opened one eye, closed my fan, and pointed it at him.

"And not a comment from you, Hikaru!" He pretended to be offended and said,

"Oh, I never get to have any fun! How come Kyoya's the only one who can make sarcastic passes at you? And how come Kyoya makes so many passes at you?"

"I don't know," I said, and then shot a sugary smile at Kyoya. "Maybe it's because he's so cute. Or maybe it's because he's the one who gives me my hours at the end of the week. Which one do you think sounds more like me?" Kyoya smiled at me and said,

"And maybe I make so many passes at her because she's so pretty. Or, maybe it's because I get so much enjoyment out of it and I can get away with it without her physically abusing me. Which one do you think sounds more like me?" Our eyes locked and we were smiling fake smiles at one another. I guess we didn't realize that we were doing it for long, because after a little while, the girls got jealous and one of them cleared her throat. I started to get bored again after a while. Nothing really exciting was happening. Since the girls were so jealous of my "good" relationship with Kyoya, they kept on sending me away to get things that they obviously didn't need. I eventually got fed up with it, and I was so close to getting into a fight with one of the girls named Venus, so Kyoya sent me off to polish a bunch of silver tea sets that were on the table that was next to the giant replica of the Eiffel Tower. I mumbled a very audible "Thank god" before I left.

"Ugh," said Venus. "Hired help." My fists tightened and Kyoya gave me his don't-even-think-about-it look. I gave him my best but-she's-really-ticking-me-off look. He mumbled at me to forget about it. My cat-like eyes narrowed. This girl really didn't like me being so close to the guys, especially Kyoya. I kept on catching her giving me the death glare from the table. My eyes had narrowed even more.

"Girl," I muttered to myself. "I dare you to keep on giving me the glare. I just dare you. I want you to see what happens." As if she had heard me, her back had stiffened and she looked away.

"That's what I thought." I muttered to myself, again. She got up from the table and walked by the west side of the tower, it was the side opposite of me. Then she did it.

The Eiffel Tower was made of high quality steel. And it was very heavy. What made it even heavier was that on one side, there was a giant pole hanging off of it that held the French flag which was on the east side of the tower. That's why the tower was tied to a few cinder blocks, to even out the weight. That was on the west side of the tower, which was the side that Venus was on. She was leaning against it, looking at me through the gaps. I glanced up at her and then quickly looked back down. There was a look in her eyes that scared me. It was the look of pure evil.

"Is there something that I can help you with, Miss Venus?" I said to her, without looking up again. She pretended to think about it for a minute.

"I want you to stop loving Kyoya." That answer caught me completely by surprise. I expected her to say something a little less dramatic, like "I want you to stay away from Kyoya" or something.

"Listen", I looked up at her, "I am not, I repeat, am not in love with Kyoya. So you should just get that little idea out of your head."

"Of course you are, Sakura. I've seen your little staring contests with him. But, you are really rude to other people, so he doesn't love you back. Well, karma's a bee."

"And, apparently so are you." I said a little more aggravated than usual. Normally, people like this don't tick me off as much, but she was really getting under my skin. She was really mad now that I called her a bee.

"Just admit that you love Kyoya, and I won't hurt you that badly." She grabbed the rope that was holding onto the cinder blocks, only I didn't notice it at the time. I felt someone familiar staring at us. I knew for a fact that it wasn't Kyoya, because one of the customers was sighing and said, "Oh, Kyoya, you're such a charmer!" I tried to think about who could be staring at us, but the possibilities were endless. It could have been Usa-chan, Honey's stuffed rabbit, for all I knew.

"I'd like to just simply state my friendly emotions for Kyoya, but you keep on insisting that I'm in love with him. Well, I'm not. You're just jealous that Kyoya isn't as crazy about you as he is for me." The look in the girl's eyes became more intense.

"So," she said in a dark voice, "you've noticed it too? I tried to pass it off as something else, but since another person has noticed it, it must be true. He's in love with you." My eyes widened and my pupils narrowed even more. Kyoya loves me? No, it can't be true. She's just trying to trick me into revealing my true "feelings" for Kyoya. But, there weren't any, so it wasn't going to happen.

"No, that's not what I meant. Believe me, we drive each other crazy, just not in that way. He is not in love with me and I am not in love with him. Just deal with the fact that he's not so close to you and get on with your life. Trust me, Kyoya's the superior type. He acts nice to you here, but does he talk to you anywhere else, like a serious conversation? If he thought that he wanted you, don't you think that he would've attempted to talk to you anywhere else? Don't waste your time on guys like him." I knew that from experience. 'He' (not Kyoya) didn't even have the courage to say 'hi' to me in the hallway. No wonder why we never lasted.

"You're full of it!" shouted Venus. "You want to try and deceive me with all of that crap. If I can't have him", she grabbed on the tie of the rope and pulled, "you especially can't!" And that's when it fell. I didn't see exactly what happened, but I woke up with Hikaru lying on top of me. He had pushed me out of the way when the tower fell. He opened his eyes and looked at me. And then, another light bulb lit up.