Chapter 3- Unexpected Yet Expected Visitors
After the first few days life at Ouran became somewhat of a routine. Get up, get dressed, eat breakfast, ignore the teachers until lunch, ignore Tamaki at lunch, ignore the teachers a bit more, dodge the host club, do homework, report to Mustang, repeat. All and all, a rather boring existence. At least until I remembered that it was boring or joining Ed with being roped into the host club. I'll take boring, thanks.
Besides, it's not like school at Ouran is total boredom. The weird activities the hosts start are actually rather hilarious. Kind of like the old Greed's group, the few times I visited when Greed wasn't being a total ass. Speaking of Greed, the 2.0 version has been popping up a bit more lately and Ling always seems exhausted afterwards. I have a feeling about what was going on, I just hope I'm wrong.
"Aw man!" I groaned suddenly during our weekly 'study group', in other words we pissed each other off while playing cards. Al and Mei, who were closest to me, looked up in surprise. Al caught everyone else's attention a second later by asking what was wrong. "We've been here for a month now, Hawkeye said she'd be checking up on us in reply to my last report." "So?" Ed asked, uncaring. I sighed, "Hawkeye is practically Mustang's personal assistant, do you really think she would leave Mustang alone with his track record off ditching paperwork to chase skirts?" Ed, finally, caught on and groaned as well. "Let's just hope he doesn't find out about me being in the host club, I'd never hear the end of it," he grumbled. "If he's actually doing his paperwork and reading the reports," I commented, "he already knows." Ling spoke up next, sounding highly amused, "Which means you're probably safe, if my information's still accurate." Ed let out what sounded like a pained whimper, before falling face down on to the table we were playing Egyptian War on, scattering the cards and possibly giving himself a concussion.
Ed was jumpy, every little thing was scaring him out of his skin. The revelation that the superiors would be checking in was freaking him out, having no set date for the pop up wasn't helping either. It was getting to the point where even the host club was noticing. And from what I've seen, Kyoya is the only one in that club with a working brain when it comes to observation. It had gotten so bad that I'd had to actually go into the music room to drag my darling twin out multiple times. His showing of an emotion other than annoyance or anger was freaking out the girls. But even with the amount of time I spend around the hosts increased, I still, somehow, managed to dodge any and all inquiries from the nosy boys. Haruhi didn't care and was therefore placed in a category separate from the hosts. It lasted until Hawkeye showed up, literally dragging a highly reluctant Mustang behind her.
"ELRICS!" a loud, highly excited voice called out to the lunchroom. Ed and Al froze, slowly turning to look at the group assembled in the doorway. I just glance up at them, having chosen to sit across from the boys, for a brief second to identify who had spoken. "Hey Havoc, how's life from that angle?" I teased, tossing him a rice ball. He grinned, not taking any offence to the rather overused joke, and snatching it out of the air right before it could nail him in the face, "Not to bad, not to bad. So, Forgotten, regretting life?" I smiled back, "Every day, sometimes twice a second. Nothing new." Havoc laughed, wheeling over to sit next to me, and attempting to steal bits and pieces of my lunch. I ignored the fight that broke out between Mustang and Ed, instead offering food to the team as they settled around me. "I hope you have you've finished your report, Major Elric. I don't need the stress of hounding you when I already have to deal with these idiots," Hawkeye stated, gesturing at the soldiers sitting around us. A voice broke in before I could respond, "Major?"
I winced, turning to see the assembled host club. Kyoya stood in front, glasses reflecting the light to block his eyes from view. I quickly schooled my expression, "It's really none of your business, and I'd honestly rather not tell you. You creep me out and I'm petty like that." Havoc snickered, managing to get out a quiet "burned" before being smacked upside the head. I checked my watch, noting it was only five minutes until the end of lunch, "Sorry guys, lunch is almost over and the boys and I still have a few classes. I can fill you in on current events after school, while Ed and Al do their club stuff." I wrote my dorm number on a piece of scrap paper and handed it to Hawkeye, "Feel free to raid the fridge, just don't wreck the place. See ya later!" I rushed out of the lunchroom as the bell rang, grabbing on to Ed's arm and pulling as I ran passed.
I spent the rest of the day ignoring Kyoya's constant and prodding questions. I had gotten to the point that Tamaki's spazzing was just background noise to me, so his questions were barely noticed. I almost felt bad for Ed, seeing as he wouldn't be able to avoid them. Almost being the key word. I honestly found his plight hilarious.
I fell on the the couch utterly exhausted, ignoring everything with my head back and my eyes closed. Not even ten seconds later I was startled out of it by a sudden, if rather small, weight on my stomach knocking the air from my lungs. "Black Hayate, no jumping," I muttered, trying to push him off. There was a whimper and I made the mistake of looking down. The basted dog was giving me begging puppy eyes. I groaned, giving up and scritching behind his ears, "Missed you too Buddy, now let me up. As lazy as I want to be, I do have stuff to do." He yipped and lept out of my lap, tail wagging. I stood and stretched, "Alright, where's Hawkeye hiding out?" Black Hayate gave a short bark and led me to the study door. Why the school thought the dorm rooms each needed their own study, I have no idea. 'Time to face the music.' With that thought in mind, I opened the door.
(Chapter End)
Yay, another chapter done! I made this one longer to make up for the short one last time. Feel free to correct me on names if I get them wrong, I haven't watched or read FMA Brotherhood in a while. I'm a little disappointed at the lack of reviews though. Makes me wonder if anyone actually reads my stories.