Part 6
~One Week After Renge's Arrival~
Ever since Renge came along, I had been on this kinda strike, vowing to not come and work for the club until Renge either calmed down or left.
Tamaki was, of course, enjoying himself, as he was now the "lonely prince" so I really don't think he missed me.
Kyouya, on the other hand… well, I'm not going to say that he exactly missed me. It's just, I often felt his eyes on me… and not in a kind way.
I just ignored the both of them.
I was wandering around the school one day.
I started to pass by the court yard & something quiet… frightening, actually.
The place had become a movie site complete with camera tracks, articicial lighting, and fake rain.
And, of course, Renge and the Host Club were at the heart of it all.
"What… the… hell?"
Suddenly, I saw Renge and Haruhi with two, tall, lanky, kinda intimidating-looking guys.
Renge was going on about there guys were supposed to be from the Yakuza, or the Japanese mafia.
She kept pushing the guys around.
Suddenly, one of the got really pissed and pushed her away. She was gonna collide with some equipment.
Haruhi jumped behind her and caught her but got hurt in the process.
I ran over to them.
"Haruhi!"
I knelt down next to her.
"Are you okay, Haruhi?"
"That guy was right, Renge. You can't do that; if you judge people by their appearance, you're stereotyping them and you'll never see the person inside."
"I don't understand what you're trying to say."
"He's saying 'Don't judge a book from it's cover.' It's pretty obvious."
That's when Suoh came.
He saw Haruhi crying and he imeadiatly blamed the tough guys but Haruhi stood up for them, saying that Renge had made them mad.
I helped Haruhi to her feet.
Suoh came up to her and placed his hands on either side of her face, asking if she was in pain.
"Yeah. It's my contact."
Suoh and I looked at the little clear cup that had slipped from Haruhi's eyes, causing her to cry.
I smiled, glad that Haruhi was okay while Suoh laughed and told her that, now that she could cry with out the use of eye drops, she was a full fledge host.
"You… you… please tell me you got that camera man."
'Argh. This chick never quits.'
"Other than Haruhi's contact falling out, that was an ideal final scene! All it needs now is a moving narration by my sweet Kyoya."
That's when the sound of breaking glass reached our ears.
We all looked to see Kyouya, wedging a rock into the camera lens.
"What? Is something wrong?"
"I'm terribly sorry, but I cannot allow there to be any record of a club member engaging in violence. I think you've caused enough trouble around her, Renge. Please stop being such a pest."
As Renge began to cry, I smirk.
Haruhi went to comfort her, telling her to get to know the real Kyouya little by little.
During this time, Kyouya started walking past us.
I crossed my arms, & closed my eyes, waiting for the right time.
He was just walking past me when I said, "So, it seems you took my advice."
He stopped and looked at me, questioningly, out of the corner of her eye.
My smirk widened.
"You grew a pair and told her off. I'm actually impressed."
He smirked & chuckled.
"How do know I wasn't just waiting for the right time?"
My smirk disappeared and I popped my eye brow at him.
"What does that mean?"
His smirk widened & he walked away.
I turned and watched him, thoroughly confused.
…
~One Week Later~
Every single girl is the host club was gushing about the video that the club had made with Renge.
Apparently, Kyouya had let the camera crew continue with making the movie, as long as the cut out the fight scene, and then he released for sale around the school.
'So that's what he meant by 'waiting for the right time'.'
Kyouya saw my understanding expression and smirked again.
I smirked back and quietly applauded him.
'Not bad, rich boy. Not bad at all.'