Chapter 4: The Haninozuka's
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran
Third Person/Normal
Giggles came from Roxanna as she sat at the table. The twins were doing their 'brotherly love' act and the girls were going crazy. Roxanna was sipping on her tea as she enjoyed herself. It had been a week since the club welcomed her back. She went to the club everyday after school and was always giggling along with the other girls. She had made many more friends in the past week, and she was sure it wasn't just because of her last name.
"I'm sorry ladies but the Host Club is closed for the rest of the day," Tamaki announced making the girls sigh in sadness.
Roxanna was happy that she went once again. The day went amazingly for her all because of the club. They made her laugh and feel loved by someone that wasn't just her sisters.
"Goodbye, Kaoru, Hikaru," Roxanna waved to them as she left the room.
After everyone left, Colette walked into the room with grace. The rest of the club, excluding Kyoya and Mori, didn't notice her. She made her way over to Kyoya's table, which he was typing on his laptop, and placed a gold envelope. Kyoya picked it up and opened it. Inside, there was a check waiting to be used. He smirked when he read the high amount.
"There you are, Kyoya. You happy now?" Colette smiled.
"Colette Collins, I guess I am."
"Good, and thank you for taking care of my sister."
Tamaki looked up from his Haruhi to Kyoya because he heard voices. Before he was harassing his little girl and begging her to stay after the club ended, in which she kept denying him. As he heard a mature female voice, he finally noticed Colette. He jumped out of his seat next to Haruhi and dashed over to the young woman. His fingers brushed under her chin as he lifted her gaze to him.
"Hello, princess, can I help you?" He smiled his princely smile.
Colette sighed and closed her eyes. "Tama-Chan," She said in an overly-sweet voice, "I don't like how you are speaking to me, so please stop."
For some reason, her sweetly calm voice scared Tamaki, and the twins, more than her angry voice. Slowly shrinking behind Kyoya, he found himself thinking how she was like the Shadow King. She was scary, anyone could see that, and had a polite demeanor to people she was told to befriend-much like a certain host.
Haruhi sighed as she walked up to the King of the Host Club. He was way too much work for her, and she had no clue why she even put up with him. She touched his shoulder, but that only made him more dramatic. He was soon hugging her and telling her how cute she was.
"Thanks Haruhi," Colette smiled at the host member. Of course she knew that she was a girl; she also did her research.
"No problem, Colette-Sempai," Haruhi breathed. She was still in a bone-crushing hug, but she could still talk. Barely.
Colette nodded at Kyoya, who returned the nod, and decided it was time to leave. The club was revolving around Haruhi, and she didn't want to disturb that. This was for her sister, after all, not her. The doors swiftly opened as she pushed them. It was time for her to leave.
A hand reached up and hit the alarm clock so hard it almost broke. The girl the hand belonged to was no other than Colette Collins, and she was not happy to be up at six AM. Her parents to attend an etiquette class at Ouran Academy and then a self defense class. Apparently it was taught by the Haninozuka family, and she definitely did not want to go to that. It had to be difficult if they taught the class.
"Mistress Collins, please wake," Colette heard a voice from outside her surrounding blanket fort. It was so warm, she didn't want to leave it. "I'll have to get your father if you do not."
She quickly sat up, her bed-head frizzing up around her. "I'm up!" She half-yelled. She did not want her father to wake her up. Last time he did that he dragged her outside and locked her out.
Dragging her feet, she made it to her walk in closet. Her choice of outfit consisted of dark blue ballet flats, long black dress pants, and tight fitting shirt. In her bag was workout clothes for the self defense class, which she was dreading. As she grabbed her clothes, she showered, got dressed, and did her makeup. Finally, she was ready.
She could do this.
Yeah, she couldn't do this.
The etiquette class went well, that was something she was good at, but this she could not do. Every time she went to twist the gun out of the persons hand, she wasn't strong enough to do it. It frustrated her that she couldn't do something as simple as taking a gun from someone. She couldn't even twist someones arm behind their back!
Yasuchika Haninozuka walked up to her and just shook his head. She was awful at this, and he felt sorry for her. He took the gun from the person she was working with, and held it up for her. She tried and tried again to take the gun, but she continued to fail. Yasuchika could feel her frustration and anger toward the death object. It didn't take long for him to learn something like that, but then again, he was a Haninozuka.
"Here, like this," He took her hand and placed it in the proper place. "Now try to twist the gun away from you."
He tried to not laugh at her failed attempts.
As she did what she was told, with her eyebrows crunched in determination, and she finally got it. She giggled to herself. She finally did it right. It wasn't like school where everything was easy, this was strength and determination. She liked it and understood why people spent a lot of time doing it. Yasuchika blushed a bit as she giggled slightly.
"Hello, I'm Colette Collins, I'm a second-year," Colette introduced herself. They both already knew each other, but she liked to be polite.
"I'm Yasuchika Haninozuka, I'm a third-year in middle school," He introduced himself. Colette politely smiled at him as he held out the gun once more.
Her eyes focused on something behind him, and she smiled. It was Mori, one of the hosts. The tall and silent one. She liked him, he focused a lot on people like her.
"Hello, Mori-Sempai."
Yasuchika narrowed his eyes, which Colette happened to notice. "If your here than he's here."
"He?" Colette's sharp tongue did not help her in this situation. "If you mean your brother, than that's rude. You should love him no mater what. Stop being so mean to someone who can't help it."
A slight smile appeared on Mori's features while the younger Haninozuka felt frozen. No one had ever spoken to him that way before.
"Talk to me when you become a better brother," Colette stomped off.
Enjoy? No? Okay. Sorry it took me so long I have no excuses. I'm rewriting Soundless Nights (another Ouran story) and working on a new story Ohana Means Family (another Ouran story). Check those out if you want. Hope you liked how I added Honey's younger brother. I might add him in later. What'ya think?
~Julie
