It was another normal day for the Ouran Host Club. The boys were wearing yukatas. Mori's was a simple dark blue, Honey's had flowers all over it, Tamaki's was white with light yellow roses on it, Kyoya's was a light blue with a tree branch design on his right shoulder, the twins' had vertical stripes, and Haruhi's was a cobalt blue with a flower design. Yuki had on a dark red kimono with black and white floral design, she had two black bows pulling her red curls up, and away from her face.
Yuki was sitting on a table, ankles crossed, much to Kyoya's protest, when Honey walked up to her, tears in his eyes. The red-head's nonchalance was immediately replaced by worry for her friend. She slipped off the table and put a hand on his shoulders.
"Honey-senpai, what's wrong?"
"Yu-chan. I lost one of my sandals." He started crying, causing Yuki to pull him to her, enveloping him in a hug. She made shushing noises, and gently rubbed circles on his back. The squeals of fan girls could be heard in the background, as Yuki glanced around, hoping to spot Mori. She let a sigh of relief when she saw him walking up with the lost sandal. Yuki pushed Honey, with next to no force, and turned him around. Mori picked up Honey's leg and put the sandal on his foot. Said action caused Honey to cry out in joy and hug his cousin.
"Hey Haruhi," whispered the red-headed girl to said brunette,"Is it just me, or does seem like everyone is crying today?" Haruhi made a move to step closer, and ended up bumping into Hikaru, knocking something out of his sleeve. Yuki cocked her head at it curiously, while Haruhi picked it up. The item was a bottle of teardrops, the red-head sighed, and shook her head in disappointment.
"You guys use-" Kaoru smacked his hand over Haruhi's mouth, effectively cutting her off.
"Tell you the truth, this is common knowledge among hosts," stated Kaoru. Removing his hand, she started speaking only to be cut off Hikaru.
"Here you go, some high-class Japanese teacake that commoners would never be able to buy."
"You'll give it to me?" she asked, forgetting about the teardrops.
"Haruhi-kun, you like Japanese teacakes?" asked a girl with short wavy hair that just barely passed her chin.
"I was thinking that I might place this before the grave of my late mother as an offering." Tamaki popped up, tears in his eyes, and gave her another one.
"It's all yours."
"Those are fake aren't they?" Tamaki pulled back, looking like he was shot, lightning flashing behind him.
"How'd he do that?" asked Yuki, another thought making a smile spread across her face. "Do you think he could teach me how?" The twins snorted at her obvious concern for Tamaki. A girl peeked around the corner, drawing attention to herself, whether that was intentional or not.
"Aren't you a new face?" said Hikaru, walking up to her.
"What's wrong, just come in," said Kaoru, following his twin.
"What's wrong with you two? You're going to scare her away," said Tamaki, feeling the need to scold them, pushing the twins out of his way. Then to the girl, he turned on his charm. "Please, don't be afraid princess. Welcome to the Ouran Host
"DON'T TOUCH ME YOU FAKER!" she screamed, shoving Tamaki away. "I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU'RE RECOGNIZED AS A PRINCE IN THIS CLUB! A PRINCE SHOULDN'T SPRINKLE HIS LOVE SO EASILY! IT MAKES GIRL'S HEART TREMBLE IF YOU SMILE WITH SORROW. MORE IMPORTANTLY, WHY DO YOU LOOK SO STUPID? IT'S AS IF YOU'RE A LIGHT-HEADED NARCISSIST! USELESS! TOO ORDINARY! YOU'RE THE WORST!" Tamaki started slowly falling backwards., shock and horror written all over his features.
"Rejection," muttered Yuki as the twins said,"A new technique!" Kyoya put a hand up to his chin, thinking.
"You are-"
"Kyoya-sama!" the girl cried, actual tears coming to her eyes. "I wanted to see you so badly. My one and only true prince! My fiance`!" Shock registered in the host, Honey and Haruhi glancing towards Yuki for her reaction. Her face was blank, the only sign of her feelings was her eyes. The golden brown orbs were wider than normal, showing her shock, anything else was undetectable.
Now back in their school uniform, everyone was seated in the club room listening to the girl's story. Tamaki was huddled in the corner, facing away from everyone. Yuki had walked over, leaned on the wall next to him, and slid down until she touched the floor, keeping her knees pulled towards her. Yuki's face was blank as she tried, key word tried, to console Tamaki.
"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Houshakuji, Renge. I'll be in grade ten, class A from tomorrow on.
"See, Tamaki's angry," started Hikaru.
"All because 'Mom' was keeping secrets from 'Dad'," finished Kaoru.
"Whatever, but why does everyone keep calling us that? As if we're couple?" questioned Kyoya, slightly irritated at the situation.
In all honesty, at the moment, Haruhi wasn't that concerned with how Tamaki felt. She was worried about Yuki, the red-head's had a blank look on her face ever since Renge's announcement earlier. Even now, when she was trying to console Tamaki, her face remained blank.
"It really was love at first sight," continued Renge, making Yuki freeze for the a second, but the girl continued on, as if nothing was wrong.
"Being affectionate towards the flowers in the garden, which nobody payed attention to, kindly stretching his hand out towards the injured kitten."
"I can't imagine that at all," the twins deadpanned.
"It must be the wrong person," said Haruhi.
"Wait, Haruhi! You should be nicer to Kyoya-senpai!" the twins chorused, worrying for the brunette.
"NO!" shouted Renge, going into another rampage. "MY EYES ARE JUSTICE! KIND TO EVERYONE, AND NEVER ASK FOR ANYTHING IN RETURN! LOVES THE SOLITUDE, BUT ACTUALLY HATES THE LONELINESS! THE THROBBING LOVE SIMULATION GAME, YOU!" pointing towards Kyoya,"Who looks like Ichijo Miyabi-kun from Uki-Doki-Memorial!"
"OTAKU!" Tamaki shouted, standing up from his spot on the floor.
"No way!" the twins shouted looking horrified. "This is our first time seeing one!"
"I see," said Kyoya, resting his chin in his hand, his elbow in his other hand. "A girl with a lot of interest in characters. She replaces me with her favorite character, makes me her fiance`, and gets lost in her wild fantasies."
"Isn't she your fiance`?" asked Tamaki, placing a hand on Kyoya's shoulder.
"I don't remember asking her." he stated plainly. Tamaki let out a breath of relief. Yuki gave a small smile, feeling the same thing, wiping it off her face before anyone could notice.
"From what I see from the reports, you're the manager Kyoya-sama?" Renge asked, stars in her eyes.
"Yes, Kyo-chan is the Host Club's manger." answered Honey.
"KYAA! The club Manager-sama! It suits him very well!" Renge stood up, pointing her finger, the other hand on her hip. "I've decided, I'll be the Lady Manger for the Host Club. Before anyone could protest, Kyoya spoke up.
"She's the daughter of one of the important business partner of my family. Please take good care of her." The twins and Tamaki immediately turned to Haruhi.
"This is part of your Host training Haruhi! Father will be cold-heart-ed!" Tamaki cried as he, the twins, Mori and Honey ran away. The brunette turned towards Kyoya.
"Of course if something goes wrong, your debt will be doubled," threatened Kyoya. Haruhi the turned away from him, only for her eyes to land on Yuki, who was staring out a window, not seeing a thing. Haruhi walked over to the ginger, the worry she felt earlier coming back tenfold. Haruhi gently shook her shoulder, the older girl looked up at her, eyes just as blank as her face.
"Yuki-senpai, it's time to go home, the others already left." The ginger blinked, then nodded her head, and made a move to get up. Haruhi held out a hand, and helped her up. Kyoya watched as Yuki left without a word, not even a wave, or a nod of her head to acknowledge her leaving. He blinked a few times, wondering what had caused her odd behavior. He pulled out his phone and sent a text asking if she was okay. A few minutes later he hot his reply,'Yeah'. That's it, nothing else, Kyoya knew something was definitely wrong now. He brushed it off, deciding if she wanted to talk about, he would be there for her.
The next day went the same way, Yuki was caught, multiple times by everyone, staring off into space. After the fifth time of yelling at her, the teacher finally gave up, and just Yuki alone. Every time someone ask 'what's wrong', she would simply shake her head and say 'nothing'. During activities that afternoon, Yuki was found running around, serving tea like usual, with her headphones on, and giving fake smiles, not that the anyone could tell. Afterwards, Renge ran up to Kyoya with a plate full of, what I believe to be, cookies.
"Haruhi taught me how to make cookies. I know I'm bad at it, but I'm sure, if it's Kyoya-sama he'll say 'anything you make is delicious'." Honey went to reach for one but Mori stopped him.
Shaking his head, he said,"No Mitsukuni, those are bad for you."
Haruhi put a cookie she made in her mouth, and took a bite. Hikaru walked up to her, and bit the rest of it off, saying "To get rid of the bad taste." Kauro followed his brothers example and liked some crumbs of Haruhi's face.
"Silly Haruhi, you got crumbs on you." Tamaki, of course watched all this, then proceeded to flip out.
The twins picked up another cookie, looked at it, gave identical mischievous grins, then glanced around, looking for a certain ginger.
"Hey Yuki-senpai," he started, only to frown when he didn't see her anywhere. "Hey guys," he raised his voice to get everyone's attention,"where's Yuki-senpai?" The other host blinked, and glanced around the room, not seeing the ginger anywhere. The sound of a curtain moving drew everyone's attention to the other side of the room. Yuki stepped out in her street clothes. She was wearing a low white tank top, that read 'Think of me as the Barbie you'll never get to play with, underneath it, she wore a white bandeau top, skinny jeans with railroad strips and a tie-dye wash. Her shoes were black combat boots with snap button closure stash pockets, side zip closures, eyelet grommets and black laces, with black rubber out-soles. In her hand was her cell phone, when she looked up, the host could see she had on bright pink lipstick, and light eyeliner and mascara, headphones on her ears, and the strap of her bag hung over her shoulder. Her hair hung around her shoulders in stylish messy curls
Yuki raised an eyebrow at the Host Club, wondering why they were staring. When no one answered she rolled her eyes and made to walk out of the room. She would have made it, if it wasn't for Renge stopping her.
"Wait!" shouted Renge, throwing her arms out in a 'T' formation. "Now this, this I can work with." Yuki looked down at her phone, pressed a button on the touchscreen, and pulled her head phones around her neck.
"Sorry Renge, I couldn't hear you," said Yuki, looking bored. Said girl's grin only grew bigger, giving the creeps to some of the others.
"All of you, except Kyoya-sama, need a change of character. Otherwise girls will get bored of you and leave. Are you trying to make my Kyoya-sama's club go bankrupt?" Pointing to Honey, she said,"Having cuteness inside and outside is the same as a baby. Thus, CHANGE TO 'HAVING A CUTE FACE, BUT IS ACTUALLY A THUG." Pointing to Mori,"Takes care of Haninozuka-senpai by staying with him all the time, but YOU'RE A COLLEGE DROP OUT." Pointing towards the twins,"Suffer from the fact that people can't tell them apart, and YOU PLAY BASKETBALL!" Pointing towards Haruhi,"Haruhi kun, you'll be the scholarship student being BULLIED BY HANINOZUKA-SENPAI." Pointing towards Tamaki," and you, you'll be this institute's idol and people always compliment your appearance, but ACTUALLY HAVE A HUGE COMPLEX! THE 'LONELY PRINCE'. Whipping around to face Yuki, Renge grinned. "Yuki-san, you'll be the girl who's aloof and nothing ever bothers her, but underneath all that, YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH TAMAKI!" Suddenly the area around Kyoya had a barely contained murderous intent.
"WHAT!" yelled Yuki, finally getting a reaction out of the girl. "I CANNOT BE IN LOVE WITH TAMAKI," turning towards said man, she looked apologetic. "Not that there's anything wrong with you Tamaki, it's just-" Yuki was interrupted before she could continue.
"Yes you are! Look you just tried to make him feel better! So obviously your aloof attitude hides the fact that you're secretly in love him!" Renge said, a proud smile on her face. Yuki stared at the girl in exasperation. The room was quiet, waiting for something to happen. Finally, Yuki let out a sigh, placed her right hand on her fore head to rub her temples, and the other on her hip.
"Fine," she said, shocking everyone, but Renge. "Do whatever you want. I'll be apart of it." Feeling everyone's gazes on her she looked at them, and raised an eyebrow. "What? I'm humoring her, maybe if I do, she'll let me either disappear for a few hours, or she'll let me go home." Yuki said, and shot Renge a small glare at the same time.
"Well, let's see. This should turn out pretty interesting," said Kyoya, slightly worried about what Renge had planned for Yuki and Tamaki.
"I envy you guys," said Tamaki, rain soaking his clothes. "You guys have somebody to support each other." He looked down at the twins. They were both sitting on the ground in the pouring rain, staring back up at him.
"Suoh-senpai," started Kaoru.
"But, senpai, you're the idol of the whole institute," finished Hikaru
"Idol, eh." Tamaki seemed to think about they said for a minute. "I'd prefer being alone to being praised just for my appearance."
Injured hearts meet each other.
"Tamaki, that's not true." Tamaki's head shot towards the voice, only to see a soaked Yuki walking towards him.
"Yuki? What are you doing out here?" he asked her. As she got closer, he realized she was shivering in her tank top, Tamaki being the gentlemen he was, took his coat off and put it on her instead. "I'm not sure how much that will help, but at least it's a little warmer than this rain."
"Thank-you Tamaki." Yuki pulled the jacket closer to her, a small smile one her face, and glanced around. Tamaki looked at her face, now that she was standing in front of him, he noticed the tears falling out of her eyes and running down her cheeks mixing with the rain.
"Yuki, you're crying. How come?" The girl froze, not wanting to answer his question. She made the move to run, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. Wrapping his arms around the ginger, placing his lips against her forehead, he said,"Yuki, why are you crying?" This only made the girl cry harder, her shoulders began to shake. Tamaki let the girl cry, knowing that when she's done, he'll get his answer. She pulled away slightly, only enough to look him in the eyes, her hand on his chest, his still wrapped around her waist.
"I'm crying because of you," she said, her voice just louder than a whisper. The answer made the male freeze, that being the worst answer he never expected. Before he could ask what he did, her arms wrapped around his neck. "I'm crying because I've been here all along, and you never once noticed me. I'm crying because not once did you ever glance over and see me there. I'm crying because I've had to watch you suffer. I'm crying because you won't let me help you." As she said each sentence, Yuki raised up on her toes, getting closer to Tamaki. "I'm crying because I love you, Tamaki," and with that their lips meet, a kiss that, theoretically made their knees weak. The couple slid down, Tamaki on landed the ground, and pulled Yuki to his lap.
The star-crossed lovers meet at last.
Haruhi fell against a tree, and slid down it, panting from both fear and exhaustion. Two figures she was running from walked up. Honey gave a sadistic smirk, seeing his prey was caught.
"You can't get away from me any more, you poor bitch. You should've known what would happen when you went against me.
Passing through and injuring each others, what darkness lies in boys' and girls' hearts?
"Stop it, Mitsukuni," said Mori,"You're the one who suffers every time you hurt somebody else."
The ending waiting for them, is it a light of salvation?
"Shut up, Takashi. You want to me to put you over my knee? I hate somebody living beyond his or means." Honey glared at Haruhi, she glared back, then tears fell from Honey's eyes as he jumped towards the brunette, apologizing the entire time. "I'm sorry Haru-chan! I didn't mean it! I didn't mean any of it! I'm so sorry!" Renge flipped out, and started yelling. Kyoya was a little mad about the scene Tamaki and Yuki shared, speaking of..
"Yuki-chan Daddy's so sorry he stole your first kiss! Daddy feels horrible, please don't hate me!" Tamaki shouted, glomping Yuki, who shrugged indifferently.
"It's okay Tamaki, you didn't steal my first kiss." Yuki escaped Tamaki's grasp and started toweling her hair dry. Feeling eyes on her, she turned to see the Host Club staring at her, once again the air around Kyoya filled with barely contained murderous intentions.
"R-really?" asked a shell-shocked Tamaki. The ginger nodded her confirmation, before any could blink, Tamaki was in her face, the twins right next to him, demanding to know who it was. "Who was it? Who was it? I demand you tell me this instant!" The let out a low chuckle as a smirk appeared on her face.
"Do you really want to know?" The trio nodded their heads eagerly. "Are you sure?" Once again they nodded, the smirk on Yuki's face grew."Well, if you want to get technical i t was Kyoya." Everyone's head shot towards said male, who simply raised an eyebrow, pretending to not know what she was talking about. "Would you like me to explain?" Heads nodded eagerly, some thinking it was before she left for London, others thinking it was recent.
"I think we were seven at the time, Fuyumi, Kyoya's older sister, was going, and still is, going through a phase where romance is everything. One day she watched a movie about to best friends, one boy and one girl, they grew up, but never got together. It looked like they never would, but a few years after high school, both had good jobs and meet again. The reconnected and the flame sparked again, sadly before they could act on it, the girl died. So young, naïve Fuyumi believed that if we didn't kiss now, being the age of seven, we wouldn't ever get together, and then one of us would die. Now keep in mind she told a pair of seven-year old's that if they didn't kiss they would never see each other again, so of course we agreed."
Everyone stared at the expression on Yuki's face. It was the exact opposite from how she was acting earlier. Her fond grin lighting up her face, her golden brown eyes sparkled with amusement.
"That is so CUUUUTTTEEE!" squealed Tamaki, grabbing Yuki and spinning her around, making the ginger laugh.
"You had to tell him?" asked Kyoya with a roll of his eyes, this only making Yuki laugh more.
"Of course," she said, flashing a cheeky smile as Tamaki continued to spin her around. Suddenly a loud crash was heard, drawing everyone's attention. Tamaki and Yuki exchanged a worried glance, and left to check it out. They found Haruhi crouched on the ground, tears in her eyes. The two second years immediately punched the two other boys there. Yuki swore as she cradled her hand to her chest, as Tamaki made sure Haruhi was okay.
"Camera man! Did you get all that? This is perfect! Now all we need is my sweet Kyoya'-sama's touching-" Range was cut-off by the sound of breaking glass. There stood Kyoya with a rock in hand, and broken camera lens.
"I'm very sorry, but we cannot leave any evidence of the club members' violent acts. It's very unpleasant of you causing this kind of trouble," he stated coldly.
"Kyoya-sama, you should have said 'Don't worry about it' and pat my head gently. If it's Kyoya-sama," said Renge, tears forming in her eyes.
Yuki walked up with a smirk, threw her arm around Kyoya's shoulders and said,"Renge-san, that's not the real Kyoya." Haruhi crouched in front of the crying girl with a smile.
"I think it's fun getting to know a person little by little through looking at their personality."
"I'm sorry for causing trouble," Range said, blushing lightly.
"Tamaki-kun, Yuki san! We bought the video." This made the mentioned seconds years, and the rest of the Host Club freeze. "Your guys' kiss scene was amazing! I actually started crying!"
"Kyoya," said Tamaki, Yuki, frozen stiff at his side, was in shock, her hand holding a cup of tea to her lips.
"Did you think I's such an idiot as to break the camera without taking what was already filmed?" Hearing a small squeak, everyone looked to Yuki, who's face a brilliant shade of red, eyes wide in shock. Tamaki, who usually would have commented on how cute she looked, was staring at her hand. There were bandages wrapped around each individual finger on her right hand. Before he could ask her what happened, Renge interrupted, declaring her love for Haruhi.
Yesterday Afternoon
A young girl walked into the local hospital, and up to receptionist, telling the lady her problem. A man with black hair and storm cloud grey eyes, not much older than her, walks by. Normally he wouldn't have given this girl a second glance, if he was a bit of a flirt, but the girl was wearing a soaking wet white tank-top, and was shivering lightly. He glanced to appreciate the recklessness of young youths these days, when his eyes fell on familiar looking cinnamon red curls. The man blinked a few times to make sure light wasn't playing tricks on him. When the receptionist asked for her name, the man couldn't help but smile.
"Yuki Hatsumodo." The receptionist blinked, then looked up at the girl, a knowing smile on her face. "You're a foreigner aren't you?" Yuki blinked, then a sheepish smile spread across her face. "You're right. Sorry ma'am, it's Hatsumodu, Yuki." The man walked up to her, and put an arm around her shoulders. She jumped in surprise, and looked to her side, about to tell him to let go of her, when her eyes widened in shock. "Don't worry, Miss Yanagi, I'll take care of Yuki-san," he said with a wink. He started walking away, steering the ginger with his arm around her shoulder. When they got to a privet room, he closed the door and enveloped the girl in a hug. Helpless, she hugged him back, having missed him just as much as the others. Pulling back he beamed at the girl, then turned serious. There's a reason she was here. "Alright Yuki, what seems to be the problem?" "My hand," she answered simply. The man took the hand she was holding out, her right, into his own. He looked at, noticing her knuckles were bruised, and the rest of fingers were red. He glanced from her hand, up to her face, back to her hand, back to her face, this went on for several moments, before he voiced his thoughts. "Yuki, what happened?" His 'protective big brother' side coming out, despite the fact he hasn't seen her for a couple of years. The ginger immediately got a sheepish smile, once again, and looked away. She let out a nervous chuckle as she scratched the back of her neck with her other hand. She avoided his steady gaze as she explained. "Ah, well you see, Akkiko-nee, I, uh, I punched a dude." Akkiko blinked, then burst out laughing. A blush made its way on her cheeks as she glared at him. Crossing her arms under her chest, she gave a huff and looked away, now glaring at the wall. As his laughter died down to chuckles, he went around the room, looking for what he needed to fix her hand. "To think, that when you left at the age of twelve, you were bawling your eyes out. Now here you are, almost five years later, punching people and hurting yourself." He let out another chuckle when she huffed again. Finding hat he needed, healing lotion, a pair of scissors, and the wrapping for her hand. "So, Yuki, what happened?" He listened to her story, when she finished, he was putting the finishing touches on her bandages. Glancing at wall clock, he noted the time, 8 o'clock, he sighed. "Let me take you home, it;s late and you don't need to be walking." She opened her mouth to protest, but he covered it with his hand. "No, you are Akkiko perked up and smiled. As he lead her out of the room, a thought crossed him. "I want you to come back next week, see how your hand is doing then, okay?" Yuki nodded her head, not really paying attention to the older man.