I apologize for the long wait, but my summer was eventful for once. The question of what disease Sam has remains, so if anyone has anymore guesses, leave a guess under reviews. Hope you all enjoy the latest update of this lovey story. R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Host Club members.
Like back in America, I sat, bored throughout the entire day, in the back of the class with my friends. I noticed Tamaki sitting with a boy with glasses and dark hair, but didn't care enough to have my fiancé introduce us.
At the end of the day, Tamaki escorted us to the Host Club's meeting place after breaking off from the boy. As the door opened, petals swirled out, and I smacked them away, scrunching my nose up.
We were faced with about six waiting boys. No, scratch that, five boys and one girl dressed as a boy. Either that, or this guy looked too feminine to be a guy.
I peered at a tall, stoic boy standing near a hyper blond from under my bangs, looking away when he turned his emotionless gaze to me. Brittany elbowed me, and I turned to see her subtly gesturing to a familiar boy with ebony hair and glasses.
"That's Kyoya Ootori," she whispered. My eyes widened, and I bit my lip. "I didn't notice him in our class because he never turned around."
"Brittany, so good to see you again," Kyoya said, looking up from his laptop. He stood, made his way over to her, and kissed her hand politely. "My father informed me of your arrival." He explained.
"I figured he would. How have you been?" Brittany asked, attempting to start a conversation.
"Kyoya, how do you know Brittany?" Tamaki asked, tilting his head in confusion.
"We're engaged," Brittany said simply. My friends and I all laughed, glancing at each other and the surprised faces in front of us.
"Forget Renge," A tall boy with ginger stated.
"Kyoya-senpai was engaged to an American all along." Another boy finished, identical to the other. I would later find out they were the Hitachiin twins, and they were two weird people.
"How come you never told anyone?" The girl, or guy with feminine features, asked. I still couldn't tell, and it was bugging me.
"There would be nothing to benefit from it if I told you." Was the casual reply.
My eyes narrowed at him, taking it as an insult. "Excuse me?" I ground out. Brittany placed a hand on my shoulder, calming me down quickly, but I stole a second to glare in Kyoya's general direction.
"Are we going to introduce ourselves?" Mackenzie asked, glancing around at all the different faces. I nodded in agreement, and turned my attention to the hyper blond walking toward me with a stuffed bunny.
"Who wants to go first?" Emily asked, as she became shy around new people. There was a small span of silence where almost everyone shifted around, looking at the other party. I brushed my bangs out of my eyes, tilting my head to the side.
"Well, you're all aware of my name; Brittany, if you didn't catch it the first few times," Brittany began, gaining everyone's attention. "The tall one is Mackenzie, Emily's the one with the short hair, and the red head is Tamaki's new fiancé, Sam."
"That information should not be shared with anyone outside this room." Kyoya spoke suddenly, looking right at me as he said it.
"And why is that?" I asked. Before he could respond, I realized the answer. "It's because of his customers, isn't it?" The boy nodded, and I shrugged, making my indifference clear. He took it as agreement.
"So, Tamaki, who's the crew?" I asked the blond, turning to him. He blinked at me, looking slightly confused for a second before his mind registered what I had said. I definitely should have reworded that before speaking. Or maybe I had been talking too fast again. I tend to do that when social situations came up. Embarrassing really, but nothing I could help.
The small blonde boy ran forward, and as reflex from having a younger brother, I held my arms out for balance in case he ran at me. However, he stopped short, standing right in front of me with his bunny in his hands.
"I'm Mitsukuni Haninozuka!" He said, looking up at me with bright eyes. "And this is Usa-chan!" He held up the bunny to emphasize who he was referring to. I grinned sheepishly.
"I regret to say I don't think any of us will be able to pronounce your name," I told him.
He kept grinning at me. "That's okay! Call me Honey!" Then he ran and leapt into the arms of the tall stoic ebony I kept stealing glances at. "This is Takashi!" He jumped down and leapt onto the back of the unexpecting brunette with the wide brown eyes, the one I couldn't tell if they were male or female.
"This is Haru-chan!" I rushed forward, grabbing hold of their hands to prevent them from tipping over.
"It's actually Haruhi," they said, and I made my decision of their gender to be that of a girl. She blushed when she glanced down at our intertwined hands, and I smiled at her in return.
When I was sure she wasn't going to fall, I let go of her hands, and took a few steps back. Her face was still flushed, but she focused on setting Honey down gently instead of me. I could tell she was avoiding my gaze, and I shook my head to clear my thoughts before I made her even more uncomfortable.
I stepped back even farther, standing back at Emily's side now, and drew my eyes away from Haruhi.
"We're the Hitachiin twins, Hikaru and Kaoru," the twins spoke up, smirking. They each stood with a long arm around the other; one had an arm around the other's waist and the other had an arm around the one's shoulders. "But, which one's Hikaru and which one's Kaoru?" They chanted.
Emily paled, Mackenzie and Brittany's eyes widened, and I just stood there, blinking, unbelieving. "H-Hikaru Hitachiin?" Emily stuttered. I rubbed circles on her back as she looked a little green. "Oh god…."
The twins grew serious, for once since we had entered, neither looked cocky or had a mischievous grin on their face. One of them furrowed their brow at my shaky friend, while the other glanced between the two, seemingly getting an uneasy feeling about what was to be revealed.
"M-My parents told me I was engaged to a Hikaru Hitachiin, who attended Ouran with his brother," Em explained, now looking apologetic. She tried to make herself seem smaller out of habit. I cursed her abusive exes, and stepped slightly in front of her, just enough so she won't get hurt but could still see the twins.
I saw Kyoya noticing my stance, and figured he could see right through it. He could probably figure it out in the next day or two by just studying my behavior around her and boys. He looked to be the type to catch on quickly.
One twin, who was obviously Hikaru, detached himself from his brother, looking as uncomfortable as Emily looked. "Our parents did mention an engagement, but they never said who I would be marrying," he said slowly, watching her reaction carefully.
Her response was shaken anger, "My parents didn't even tell me I was engaged until I asked to go to Japan with Sam!" I continued rubbing slow circles on her back, but calming her down took longer than it usually did.
"We have less than fifteen minutes until the club opens," Kyoya spoke up. I turned to him, glaring at his bowed head.
"Seriously?!" I fumed. He looked up at me, expression calm, like always it seemed. "My friend is having a mini breakdown. She might be close to tears, and you bring that up right now!?"
"She's welcome to head to the back if she begins to cry, but we're not shutting down for one day because of it," the ebony explained.
I scowled at him, my hands clenching into fists. "I hope you choke on those flying rose petals when those girls walk in," I growled at him. Brittany steered me to a curtain in the back (the one Kyoya had mentioned), and Emily and Mackenzie followed.
I sank into one of the chairs, and Mackenzie sat Emily in another, handing her a box of tissues. I silently fumed as Brittany watched.
"That boy is emotionless," I grumbled. "And I have a headache."
"He's not so bad, Sam. Can't you try to get along with him?" Brittany asked. "We haven't been there that long, and already you're fighting with someone."
"I can't help it," I said back, rubbing my temples. "He doesn't like me either, and besides, I only don't like him because he's your fiancé, and you can do better."
Brittany cracked a smile, then checked her watch, "It's almost time for the club to open." She turned to Emily, who was already calming back down, and to Mackenzie, who had stopped feeding her tissues. "Kyoya told me that we can stay, as long as we act like normal customers."
"Ooh, Kenz, you can go talk to Tamaki," Emily teased, causing Mackenzie to blush.
"If it's okay with Sam, of course," she said, smiling shyly. I nodded, a smile on my own face.
"Totally. I don't mind. Besides, I'm cool with just chilling right here," I stated. "I'll get to know them all some other time."
The girls all nodded, and filed out when we began to hear girls' chatter. I stayed, closing my eyes for a minute or two.
Then, I glanced around, bored already, headache getting worse, and debating what to do. After only two minutes, I came to my decision, grabbing the strap of my bag, and hurrying out. No one followed me, so I figured they hadn't noticed my departure.
I felt fatigue as I walked across the courtyard and toward the gates, but I didn't get very far. A tall boy, most likely in his 3rd or 2nd year, threw an arm around my shoulders, leaning close to me as I came to a halt.
"Hey, what's the rush?" He asked smoothly, and I could feel his lazy smirk against my cheek. "Must be going somewhere important."
I refrained from tensing up, relaxing instead, almost like I was inviting the boy to try something. "Actually, no. I'm not in a hurry," I stated, taking several steps forward. The boy pulled me back, and I scowled at his smug face.
"Then, how about we hang out for a while? Get to know each other better?" The boy asked. He brushed his lips against my jaw, and that action broke me. I pushed at his chest, stronger than either of us thought.
My scowl intensified, and my hands clenched into fists. Seems like I was doing that a lot today. "Stay away from me, or else," I growled out. The boy chuckled, and my fists clenched tighter. "I left America hoping not to run into people like you."
"Good-looking gentleman trying to help a lady out?" The boy asked cockily. I narrowed my eyes at him, and straightened, so I looked taller. I smiled so sweetly, it turned dark.
"Sure, because you definitely fall into that category," I stated sarcastically, taking the time to roll my eyes at him. His hands clenched into fists at the comment.
The boy threw a punch to my face, not thinking I would react quickly enough. Instead I sidestepped and grabbed hold of his wrist, bending his hand back in one fluid motion. A loud crack was heard, and I kneed him in the stomach before fleeing school grounds.
"Get that bitch!"
Heavy and fast footsteps sounded behind me, and I held on to my bag as I tried my hardest to breath. Running had been a stupid idea, but I couldn't exactly stop, seeing as I would get beat up.
Deciding to get this over with, I turned into an alley, standing firmly in front of five or six beefy guys, all looking angry. The tall, lanky guy, whose wrist I had broken, stood at the very back, looking at me like he would be satisfied with my death. I assumed he was the leader of whatever gang I found myself surrounded by.
"Nowhere to run now," the leader spoke, cruel delight dancing in his eyes.
"That was the idea," I lied smoothly. The leader scoffed, as if he could see straight through my lie, but looked a little skeptical when he remembered his injury. I stood, going through with my lie, and looking ready for a fight.
I could even ask a doctor what might be wrong with me if I ended up in the hospital. It would get one thing off my to-do list. I chuckled quietly, any positive thought I have is always morbid.
"What are you laughing at, girl?" One of the boys asked, sneering at me.
I rolled my eyes and scoffed at his idiocy. "How much of an idiot you all are." Everyone could hear the duh implied at the end of my sentence, and the reaction amongst the boys was expected.
Say and think what you want, but I can never refrain from making comments like that. Even when I know it means getting myself into deeper trouble. One of the perks of being me, I guess.
Though I looked distracted on the outside, this was, lucky for me, one of the times I actually was paying attention to my surroundings, so managed to dodge it. My sharp elbow connected with the guy's ear, and I pushed him to the side.
The next guy tackled me from the front, using his comrade's injury to his advantage, as I was distracted from the others' actions. My head banged on the wall behind me, leaving me dizzy and my vision swimming.
I took several hits to the ribs and stomach, and was about to take one to the face when the guy on top of me was tossed away…..
Again, hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and hopefully I won't let this cliffhanger hang here for too long. Leave comments, questions, flames, etc. I'd love to hear from you about your thoughts on this chapter, even if it's a complaint. Also let me know if I wrote any of the characters wrong. Thx!
-Poison Ivy
