Attention! 2

Chapter 6: Weekend Plus a Dinner

I sighed and looked at the outfit I was wearing. Hikaru and Kaoru had a great mom. I had no clue why they lied about who I was for this. Their mom looked up at me with a smile as she hemmed the dress to fit my height.

"Is there something wrong?"

"No. There's nothing wrong. Why didn't Hikaru and Kaoru get a friend from school to do this?"

"Kyon, I know they lied about who you were. It was because I didn't want anyone they were on great terms with doing this. I wanted to see how it would be for someone they knew to be helping me if they weren't on great terms."

"You knew who I am?"

"Yes. It wasn't hard to figure out."

"Oh. Well this is kind of embarrassing."

"Don't worry about the impression you're making. I know that you are a great girl. My boys have made that obvious. I'm glad that you are friends with them. They've been happier since Haruhi became their friend. You just added to that. I think the first change came from their friend, Tamaki."

"That sounds about right. He changes everyone. It's always in a good way though. I don't know how he does it. He brings out the best in everyone he meets and makes us different. He's allowed me to actually become angry at others and let it show instead of keeping it inside. I've been feeling better ever since that's started to happen. Tamaki is a great help with my entire life." I smiled at her.

"He must have helped others if you are so sure that it's him that made this change."

"He has helped the entire host club. He's really helped Kyoya Ootori. I found out about the way he was before Tamaki came along. It was different and he's better now." She finished hemming the dress and stood with a mile of satisfaction.

"There. Don't forget to observe the reactions of those you will be near in these outfits. Let me know how they react so I can see if I should change any styles."

"Of course. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Your other clothes are over there. If you change back into them, I can get someone to put this dress with the other clothes you will be taking."

"Yes."

I went and changed back into my normal clothes. It was a completely different outfit from what I had been trying on for the entire day. I had on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that had the logo for a sports drink from America on it plus a pair of worn out tennis shoes that would surely get holes in them soon if I kept wearing them. I was comfy at least.

"Hey Kaoru. Hey Hikaru," I greeted when I saw the twin boys.

"Kyon, our mom isn't supposed to know," Hikaru hissed.

"She already knew my identity when I walked through that door," I responded to Hikaru.

"She already knew?" Kaoru asked.

"Yes. Don't lie anymore. It's bad for your souls."

"Don't you have a dinner you have to go to?"

"I do. I will be leaving once I find where the clothes are."

"They're right here," answered a maid as she appeared with a large pile of wardrobe bags in her arms. I carefully took them.

"Thank you." I faced my twin friends. "I'm leaving now. Bye." I left the house and made my way to the limo that was waiting for me. I set the clothes in their spot and sat in the back, ready to go get ready for this nerve-wrecking dinner.

"My family is still getting ready. They will join us in here as soon as they finish," Kyoya told me. I nodded. "You play the piano, right?"

"I'm not as good as Tamaki, but I do play."

"Why not just play something while we wait?"

"I don't want to make your ears bleed or anything."

"They won't." Kyoya kissed the top of my head.

"Alright. I'll play a little."

I sat at the piano and opened the cover to reveal the keys. Kyoya sat next to me while I thought about what I would play. I finally settled on a song my mom made up alone. She used to always play it when we had a piano. I slowly moved my fingers over the keys, pressing down gently on each note I played. Eventually, my fingers moved faster and I started to move with my hands. It wasn't a very long song. I didn't expect for anyone to be down there by the time I finished. Everyone was.

"That was great," Kyoya told me.

"Thank you. My mom taught me that. She composed it herself. She also made a little lullaby."

"That was fantastic, Kyon. In those years that Kohana and I were close, I never knew about the piano playing part of her. That is amazing." I looked up at Kyoya's mother and smiled shyly at the sight of his whole family and his sister's family standing there.

"ThankyouI'llletherknowyousaidthat!"

"Calm down," Kyoya told me gently. "Breathe and put space between your words. People have trouble understanding you when you jumble your words together like that." I took a few deep breaths.

"I'm so sorry. I said, 'Thank you. I'll let her know you said that.' Sometimes I get a little overly nervous and blunders such as that one become the result. Again, I'm so sorry. I really am terribly sorry for shouting so strangely."

"That's perfectly alright. Don't you agree, Yoshio?" I smiled at the man even though I wanted to rip his face off and shove it down a drainage hole. He got worse after the fair, according to Kyoya's stories.

"Yes," he agreed distractedly.

"Let's go eat dinner, shall we?" asked Fuyumi's husband.

Without waiting for any type of response, Kyoya stood and held out his hand to help me up from the piano bench. I smiled and took hold of his hand. He lifted me from my hand while I pushed up with my other one. I did it with practiced grace that I had been working on since I found out that I would become the heir to my father's dojo. Kyoya smiled in approval as we walked towards the dining room. He pulled out my chair for me and pushed it in when I was in place, which I thanked him for. All eyes were on me once the food arrived for one reason.

"Kyon, tell me about taking over for your father as the leader of the family dojo," Yoshio demanded. I kept a polite smile on my face.

"It is a wonderful opportunity and I believe that it is like a dream has come true."

"Why is that?" asked Yoshio's wife, Hanako Ootori.

"I was the better fighter between Kyo and myself. I always strived for approval from our father. One day, I gave up. I kept the dream of one day having him realize how good I was at something. It didn't really matter what it was that he realized, but I figured that was the closest I could ever get. After some time of training myself, I started to train Kyo and I really enjoyed it. I thought it would be great if I could teach in a dojo. I had finally given up on my little dream and so I thought that I could open a dojo of my own. My father gave me the previous dream when he gave me the dojo."

"What do you use your martial arts skills for?"

"I've never had to use them outside of practice except for self-defense. That only happened against a very persistent boy that was determined to be better than me and a group of people putting not only my brother and I at risk, but also all of our friends. Kyoya was among that group in danger." I glanced at him and smiled. "Though I would have preferred he had never been put in danger in the first place, I'm happy it turned out alright."

"If you had to choose between your own safety and the safety of strangers, which would you choose?"

"I would choose the safety of the strangers."

"What if they were criminals?"

"I wouldn't know that they were criminals as they would be strangers to me."

"Kyon, I know your mother very well. Yoshio knows your father very well. Kyoya knows you and your siblings very well. I have a question that I need answered because of your other answer."

"What is it?"

"What would you do about the way everyone felt about you? Your parents love you dearly. Kyoya has fallen for you. Your siblings need you in their lives. You can't just forget about all of that, can you?"

"That's exactly right. I can't just forget about all of that. I can't forget about any of that when I'm throwing myself in front of a stranger to risk my safety for theirs. The thing is that I won't think when that happens. Kyo and I have been through a lot so he could tell you that anytime we saw someone getting hurt or in danger, I would put myself at risk without any thought. It comes like instinct to me. My fighting skills developed partially from my hard work and partially from instinct. It is my instinct to fight when I feel threatened. It is my instinct to never back down in a fight. It is my instinct to always forget about myself and put others first. While I do love each of the people mentioned, I cannot say that I won't put myself in danger for their sake. If I see something happening, I will lose all thought and try my best to save anyone that needs it while I am in that state."

"I see. I still have a few more questions."

"Yes?"

"Do you believe that you truly love Kyoya?"

"Yes."

"Is he your first love?"

"Yes."

"Is it true that you were engaged to a boy named Jason Harris?" I paused for a long time and looked down.

"Yes."

"Why were you engaged to him?"

"His mother was forcing us into it. She was able to force him through being his mother. With me, she blackmailed me with things about everyone I have ever been in contact with. My family would have been hurt. My friends would have been hurt. Their families would have been hurt. Even the people I have never met but were close to those I had been in contact with would have been hurt. Your family would have lost your company to that woman. I decided that I should save everyone from all of that by marrying her son. I was going to leave and let my family become closer together. Kyo would have taken over the dojo. I hoped that my friends wouldn't be too upset. It was the same for my family. I hoped that Kyoya would stay the way he was by the end of the year and that he would fall in love with some beautiful woman that was amazing and that made him happy. I wanted him to be happy without me since I couldn't protect anyone without leaving."

"But Kyoya loved you."

"I didn't know that."

"Haruhi was right," Kyoya muttered under his breath. I gave him a questioning look that he ignored.

"What was Haruhi right about?"

"She was right in saying that you wouldn't notice my feelings unless I just said them clearly."

"Clearly?"

"Never mind."

"Actually, Kyoya, tell us. I'm curious too. What do you mean by clearly?"

"Kyon and I play mind games where we say things in a very complex fashion in a desperate attempt to confuse the other. I admitted my love for her through that and she didn't know what I meant."

"That's what you said? Kyo wouldn't tell me! That would have stopped a lot of problems!"

"Actually, I think that would have made more."

"How would it have possibly made more, Kyoya?"

"Jason's mother would have forced you to break up with me instead of just going with her and marrying Jason."

"You bring up a good point. You are completely right."

"Kyon, you seem to be doing very good with these questions and answers. I have another. What do you like about Kyoya?"

"Is everything a good answer?"

"No. Elaborate."

"I like Kyoya's smile and his laugh and his looks and his personality. He's amazing. His smile and his laugh are great. He has amazing looks. His personality is fantastic. He is a really nice person. He's smart, funny, sweet, and a great friend. He is the most amazing guy I have ever met in my entire life."

"I find it interesting that his status was not a part of that."

"Why would his status matter? He's amazing. That's what matters. His status isn't important. His looks aren't either. I just got lucky by finding the one guy that had both, great looks, and a fabulous personality."

"I see. We are done with questions for now." Everyone started eating. I cautiously watched Hanako since she was the one that had been asking me everything. I felt like I needed her approval instead of Yoshio's.

"This is really spicy," I whispered to Kyoya after taking a bite of what I believed curry would look like.

"It's spicy curry," he whispered back. I nodded at the confirmation of the food. I had never had curry before that.

"Do you like spicy foods, Kyon?" asked Hanako.

"I like them, but if I eat too much, I start to act weird because of the spice in it. I know Kyoya really likes spicy foods though. He also dislikes sweets, which is why I spent days working on a way to make Valentine's Day chocolates for him that weren't sweet."

"Did it work?"

"Well, he liked what I made, or at least he said he liked it. I believe I did good at my attempts though."

"Are you saying that you don't trust him?"

"No. I'm saying that he might have just been trying to spare my feelings." I looked to my side at Kyoya.

"I really did like them. I wasn't saying that I liked the chocolates just because I didn't want to hurt your feelings." I saw him glance to the side quickly and realized that he was acting nervously.

"Why are you so nervous?"

"What?"

"You're acting nervous. What's going on?"

"The chocolate stopped tasting like chocolate and it was kind of weird."

"I guess I need to keep working on it. I have almost a whole year to figure it out. Hopefully I can."

"You will," Kyoya said as a way to reassure me.

"Thank you for the vote of confidence. We will see if it was well-placed."

"You will make amazing chocolates."

"I'll try my hardest." Kyoya took hold of my hand under the table, making me smile brightly. Hanako smiled in approval at me.

"I see that you are worthy of my son, for now. Be glad I didn't interrogate you as much as Fuyumi's husband." My eyes widened slightly and I became nervous again.

"Thank you for sparring me."

"Don't thank me. You may be a commoner, but I can tell that you like Kyoya for the young man he is, instead of for his family name." I smiled with relief at the situation.

"That's right. I'm glad that I was able to meet someone as amazing as he is."

"Shall we continue dinner?"

"Of course. I'm sorry to keep you all from eating. I talk a little bit too much I'm afraid," I said sheepishly.

"That's quite alright. I am at fault," Hanako said. After a few moments of us each trying to take the blame, we came to an agreement and continued eating.

I smiled while Kyoya and I sat in his room. Kyoya was pacing the floor in front of me. I let myself snicker at his nervous actions while he thought about the conversation he had with his parents after dinner. He stopped and turned his head to look at me with a smile slowly spreading across his lips.

"I'm sorry for snickering. I just don't get how you could be so nervous from one conversation with your parents."

"Well maybe I should make you as nervous as I was."

"How do you intend to do that?"

"Do you remember our first time at the beach?"

"Why do you ask?"

"What do you think the reason is? You are on my bed after all," he teased.

"I remember the beach perfectly. If you remember, I didn't get nervous. I just talked to you and then I laughed the next day when you tried it again." He smirked and, next thing I knew, I was laying back on the bed with Kyoya hovering over me. I smiled up at my boyfriend with a blush covering my face and making it hot. "Well, this is a little bit different from the beach."

"It makes you more nervous, right?"

"Yeah. I'm not as nervous as you seemed just a minute ago though." He smiled at me and dipped down to kiss me before moving to sit beside me. I sat up and put my head on his shoulder with a wistful smile. "It's still not that bad. I'm not nervous anymore."

"Maybe I should try it again."

"You're cute." I went and kissed him again. "Being in a relationship is great. It's even better with you."

"You're the only sweet I like." I smiled happily and wrapped my arms around him. His arms went around my waist while I sat beside him.

"That's a wonderful line. How long did it take to come up with that? Two seconds? Three?"

"I would rather not say." I laughed.

"So what was that conversation about? Why were you so nervous earlier?"

"They were talking about a marriage contract."

"Well, I think the contract is a bit too far. I mean, in the future, we will get married if we want to. The contract isn't necessary. We will choose our own marriage conditions." He sighed and flopped down on his bed. "What's wrong?" I urged.

"There's a problem with that."

"What is it?"

"My father was trying to make it a contract with another girl," he groaned out.

"What?" I asked quietly.

"I know. My mother started to argue with him. Then I had to stay there while they fought about it. You really made sure that my father wouldn't like you last year when we were at the school fair." I sighed and flopped back on his bed like he did.

"I couldn't just stand there and wait for him to slap you across the face. Just the thought angers me all over again. There was no way I was going to let that happen to you. I know I was breaking your heart later that day, but that also angered me. I was angry at myself. That's not the point! I was angry when I thought about him hitting you so I couldn't let it happen. I had to stop him. Who knew it would cause problems like this?" I turned my head to stare at him. He turned to stare at me also.

"It is true that you felt that you needed to stop that. That is the way you are. You just caused my father to dislike you."

"Did he keep the fact that I am inheriting the family dojo in mind when he brought up this other girl?"

"He doesn't think that you will truly be able to get the dojo. He thinks that you will get the right taken away."

"Why does he think that?"

"He believes that you don't have the skills to get the dojo."

"I'll show him that I have the skill," I growled. Kyoya smiled and gently and put his hand on my cheek.

"I love that fire you have."

"Thank you." We sat up and returned to our position of hugging each other happily. "I can show him though. It'll be real simple."

"Kyon," he said in a warning tone.

"It's not what you think. I just invite you and your family over for a day next weekend. My father makes sure I practice for three hours every day. If your father sees it, he won't doubt my abilities anymore." I smiled at him and squeezed a little tighter. He did the same in return. That was a wonderful way to begin the end of our dinner date.

Me- Awww! Kyon is all cute in her dress!

Kyon- Shut up.

Me- Fine. We'll just do the disclaimer.

Kyon- Good.

Me- Why do you hate me!? *Starts wailing*

Kyon- You took too long to write this.

Me- I'm sorry!

Kyoya- Amii doesn't own us or OHSHC. Since Kyon s busy making Amii miserable, I guess I have to finish.

Fuyumi- I'll do that Kyoya. Amii only owns Kyon, our mother, and anyone else that is not an original character.

Kyoya- Amii put our mother in there because she was never mentioned and so no one knows anything about her. Amii just wanted to put her in there.

Fuyumi- She apologizes for this if you didn't like that idea.