Anime: Ouran High School Host Club
Summary: It started when I met her while unexpectedly riding a local train to school. It wasn't love at first sight, but it built up unreasonably.
Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, own the characters, or the show… Ouran will just stay forever with Hatori Bisco…. But I do own the OCs.
I had fallen ill...
We weren't in good terms...
But she was always desperate...
She never gave up...
This all happened months after...
The minutes in a public transportation
Chapter 7: Pink is A Good Color
She entered the room, carrying her sketch pad and a pen in her hand. She spoke to Tamaki for a short while, then spotted me immediately, I smirked. She slowly walked to my table and sat on chair opposite mine. "Are you happy now?" Were her first words, "I finally designated you." She readied her materials on the table. I closed my laptop. She rested her hands on the pad them looked at me silently for a long time. She looked back down at the pad. Her hand moved to certain area on the blank page. The pencil was positioned above it. It touched the paper ever so softly...
I stopped her, patted her hand thrice. She looked at me with those innocent eyes filled with curiosity.
"I won't let you draw me that easily." I said, "Who gave you the idea that by the moment you designate me, you can finally draw."
"Huh? What do you mean?" she asked, a little confused. "I designated you, isn't it fair that I get what I want?"
I pushed my glasses up. "Fair? It's quite unfair since you're the only one benefiting from this. I believe I get something in return." I replied.
"Wait, what?" she exclaimed, "You didn't tell me about this part."
"Should I have told you?"
"Of course!"
I opened my laptop again, "Then our deal is done. I don't think you could ever get a drawing of me." I began to type again. I looked at a certain data table I found, then thought Maybe I should get more data on this.
"Wait, fine, what do you want?" she unexpectedly asked. She surely doesn't want to give up. I closed my laptop again, rested my cheek on the palm of my hand.
"A little bit more data on you." I requested.
"Fine!" She closed her sketch pad. "What do you want to know?"
"It's not something you could tell me, actually" I replied.
"What?" she lifted one eyebrow up, "Don't tell me you want a trip to my house and probably even have a small chit chat with my dad. That's a little too overboard."
"You have good suspicions." I adjusted my glasses. "Yes, I want a trip to your home and that conversation I want with your dad will come later."
"No, I wasn't serious about any of that." She shook her head, "don't tell me you're serious?"
I nodded my head.
"Damn it, I have to show you that much just to get a single drawing of you?" She exclaimed, stood up from her seat and shocked the other clients.
"I believe things don't come in low-prices."
"Oh, don't give me that shit." She cussed softly, "And since when did people give free trips to homes just for a drawing?"
"Who said it was free?" I reminded her.
"Free or not, I don't get why you need to do this." She said.
"Like I said, a little bit more data. Won't this satisfy both of us?" I gave her a stern look. She looked back at me with eyes wide and ready to attack. But she wasn't going to attack. She was going to place her hand in the deal and agree. We are going to sign this pact together with blood and pen.
She sighed and sat back down. "alright, I agree." She leaned on the chair, pouted and looked out the window. I stood up. She looked at me with curious eyes.
"The faster the better, right?" I asked.
"Now?" she was surprised. She didn't see this coming at all. I liked the way I could just rule over this girl anyway I want to.
"Yes, are there any problems?" I adjusted my glasses.
"Loads of them" she murmured, she stood up from her seat. She flipped her long hair back. She took a quick look at her watch, "It 4:30, my dad is still working, mom is busy painting and Shiro is having painting classes. I guess we could go now." She shrugged and led the way to the doorway of the room. I excused my self from the club. She changed into casual pants and a jacket.
As soon as we left that grandiose room, she asked me a question not worth answering. "You don't mind taking another train ride, right?"
I reminisced the first time I rode one. The irritating smell of that ill mannered old man, the staring annoying girls, the tight space. I don't want to ever ride one again. NEVER. I gave a quick response and suggestion. "I have a car in the parking lot."
She shook her head, tilted it and smiled. What's with her and the smiles? It annoys me to the depths of it. Doesn't she have any facial expression? Why does she have to be so simple? But what is she planning now?
She instantly grabbed my arm and ran.
We ran to the exit of the school and on to the train station, which was nearby. The next train would arrive ten minutes later. Other than the disgusting train, the station itself had annoyed me to eternity. It was too crowded, something I never loved and most of them tended to stare. And the fact that I had to end up standing throughout the whole ride is strenuous. What do I receive from this anyway? A terrible experience? I'm still wondering who wants to achieve such thing.
I turned my head to the grinning Okawa Miyuki. She looked back at my furious face. Her teeth stopped showing, her lips changed back to the pouting form. "Hey, we could always go back to school and ride you car?" she offered. I was taken by surprise. It seems like things are going to get better than expected.
"Hmm, I suggest I let my driver pick us up here." I pulled my phone out and dialed his number and ---
I was about to bring it closer to my ear when... "I changed my mind. The train's almost here. Let's go!"
I cussed in my head, this girl is one hell of a nightmare. She demands things as if I'm not of some superior position. Who in the world is giving her father a job? Who else but the Ootoris! Does she plan to destroy her life?
"Besides, you might probably learn to appreciate the ride." She gave me another of her signature smiles. The annoying ones.
She pulled me in the train and as expected, we were entering a train with a pool of people. I felt like suffocating. Miyuki's hand held on tighter to my arm. I sighed. I've never dreamed of riding this thing again. Once again, I was suffering from a fear I never hand-claustrophobia. But now, I wasn't panicking because that wasn't my phobia. I should have just lied and told her that I had that fear. Things would certainly have gone better.
She was standing right beside me squished in between two office workers in suits. I, on the other hand, was standing right in front of the door. And if I get a chance, I should probably jump out. The train door opened wide and we were finally out of hell.
"Well?" Miyuki looked at me, waiting for a verdict.
"It was tighter, more suffocating, and I believe someone had, for a lack of a better word, farted." I replied.
She laughed, "Hmm, you could always say excreted carbon monoxide into the air, right?"
"Don't start joking with me, I'm taking this seriously." I was infuriated.
"Alright, alright." She stopped laughing abruptly, "Let me give you an advice. If ever you plan on riding a train, try it early in the morning, where it isn't tight. I tell you it's fun."
Why would I even bother to ride another train? I asked myself. "So, your house is where?"
"Oh, you're that excited? I never knew my house would seem like a museum for you noblemen." She described.
"A museum?"
"Never mind." She exhaled and scratched the back of her head then looked around. "My house?" her eyes moved from side to side. "Maybe you wouldn't like the bus."
No, I would not like the bus!
"Alright, let's get a cab." She suggested
Why didn't we just ride my car?
"Are you ok with that?" she informed me.
"Yes, that is a better choice."
We took a cab and in a few minutes we arrived at her home. It was probably walking distance. Why didn't she just offer that we take a walk? She wouldn't even have to bother to open up her wallet and grab some cash. Didn't she just waste a few of her bills for this ride?
"Let me remind you that other than this grand gate, I don't think there's anything more surprising." She said.
I looked at he white painted ten feet tall gate. It had intricate designs on it and at the side stood the sign "Okawa Residence." It was a grand gate. She opened it and welcomed me in. There was a long rode from the gate to the house. I still couldn't get to see her residence from where I stood. Around that rode was lots of green grass. I found a few trees from side to side and a pond a little further, probably closer to the house. This lot was big. Very big.
"This is the whole Okawa domain. The Okawa's have been taking care of this for generations. There were homes here long ago, during my great grandparents' time. But they were burned down when there was a fire that took place. Only one house survived. That's where I live now."
She looked at me. I stood still amazed by the vast land that stood before me. She owned this much but why did they leave it here and stay in Okinawa.
"let's start walking. The faster the better, right?" she mocked me.
"Yes." I adjusted my glasses. "the faster is always better."
She walked in front of me telling me a brief history of her family and the land. I didn't ask for it but I was receiving added information.
"I don't know if you found out through your stalking, Kyouya, but the only reason why we abandoned this place and stayed in Okinawa was because my mom didn't like it here. I don't know if she didn't like the city or is it that she didn't like this land. When my last grandmother died, your father's job offer for my dad came. It seemed to be a great timing. My mom was already indifferent that we move here. I wouldn't really know, but probably my grandma had something to do with it. What do you think?" She stopped walking and turned her head.
"You could consider that as the reason, but aren't there any other circumstances?" I gave my opinion.
"True, there was, my dad was offered a new job, a bigger job, and Tokyo seemed to have been a better place to live for my little brother." She explained.
"Is Shiro that sickly?" I asked.
She hesitated to answer, "I guess."
We began to walk again and in a few seconds, her house came in sight.
"It's big" that was my first comment. "very big"
"Thanks" was all she could say.
Her house was massive. She wasn't a commoner. I didn't know that from the beginning. It seemed that through her mother's income from the paintings and her father's demanding job, she lived a luxurious life. But she didn't want to live so leisurely.
She wanted a normal life...
That's what I believe.
"My room, simple and..." she whispered, "boring."
I looked around the white painted room. Small pictures found here and there, sketchpads stacked in one corner, her drawing table found in one corner, her laptop on the other and of course, her bed. Her big bed.
"Yeah, I know the bed stands out the most. It's huge, soft and PINK." She sighed, "don't ask me about the color. I don't think I was an expert for those kinds of stuff."
"Pink isn't..."
She interrupted me, "And, pink is a very good color. Yes, I love shades of red; pink is a shade. And so, I love pink. Or, pink is a good color." She chuckled, "do I make sense?"
"Perfectly clear."
"Thank goodness" she walked to the side of her bed and looked at the picture that stood there, "Is there anything else you want to see?"
"Aren't you going to give me a tour?" I asked.
"Man, your demanding." She commented. "Well then, I'll take you around the house."
The house was bigger than I imagined. There was a library, working areas here and there, a painting room, even a music room, the kitchen, dining room, living room, walk-in closets, eight bedrooms and a lot more. Her place was as organized as I imagined but never as majestic as I thought it would be. We took a break in her garden. Yes, HER garden.
"Like I said, my mom is always too preoccupied with her paintings that she has no time to admire the flowers. I don't do gardening; we hired someone to design this place and a gardener to tend to it. I go here to draw, drink coffee and use the internet. I like the ambience of the place, gives me loads of inspiration."
"Just like the third music room." I said.
"You got that right, young man. Just like that room." She took a seat on the chair nearby, I followed her. "you haven't been talking much, what's up?"
"your house, of course." I looked up. "I didn't think it would be like this."
"Was I being too low for your standards?" she giggled, "Nah, I just grew up in a way that it seemed like I never lived with such riches. Besides, I don't even have my own driver."
"Who picks SHiro up?"
"Haven't you stalked me enough to know about me?" she asked
"Hmm, I don't go through too much details." I replied.
"Well, we have only one driver. My dad's driver. The only time he has is for my dad and my little brother. My mom walks to her work place. She says she finds inspiration that way."
A maid came in and gave us a few cookies and coffee. "Your fine with that, right?" Miyuki asked.
"Yes, it's more than anything I could ask."
"Are you being an idiot?" she asked me.
I was taken by surprise. What did the question mean? I was confused. "An idiot?"
"Yes, idiot. Stupid, crazy, maniac. IDIOT." She defined.
"Why do you ask?" I said, taking a sip from the drink she offered.
"You're acting like a stupid host. Just is that inconsiderate young man that Ootori Kyouya is. No ones watching you. You won't merit anything from doing this goody goody style of yours."
"Goody goody style?" I smirked, "is that how you see us hosts?"
"Yeah!"
I sighed, "If that's what you asked for, I should get back to being normal."
"finally!" She laughed louder, "Kidding!" She ate a cookie then gave me a huge grin. It wasn't like her signature grin but I found it amusing.
"You like to smile don't you?" I said.
Her smile gradually disappeared. "Is it bad to smile?"
I shook my head, "There never was anything wrong with it. It's always just been a good work of art."
"Ah yeah, like the deceiving ones." She said, eyeing me.
"Deceiving ones?"
"You know, like the one you do." She punched me lightly on the shoulder then chuckled. "Peace peace." She held out her index and ring finger, then stuck her tongue out. "You should try teaching that to me."
"I never knew they could be taught. It's just part of an act." I explained.
"An act. Should I recommend you to the drama team? I'm sure they're searching for actors."
"Don't start joking with me." I reminded her.
She started to laugh again. I joined her this time. She shared a pack of jokes to me and I gave her a little of my experiences as a host. I shared to her how it began and how every single meeting seemed like a living hell. And throughout all of that, she always tried to add insights to make the conversation stupid.
"It was actually fun giving you a tour around my place." She complimented.
"Ah, yes, it was." I seconded.
We were outside of the Okawa property. We were waiting for my driver to come pick me up. She had just invited me to come over her house anytime. I might actually get to 'stalk' this girl 24/7. Or maybe not. She isn't that interesting. She should learn some manners. I do believe I deserve some respect from this girl.
"Hey, Kyouya, are you going to that ball your dad is planning?" she asked. The ball. The last time my dad made one was for the opening of one of our latest hospital. This ball is just a congratulatory ball. Should I go? Or not?
"I think I am. It is my father's wish that I go." I replied.
"I should be seeing you then."
"Same here."
We shared an eye to eye contact and then let go when my car arrived. Her eyes were light brown. It wasn't dark unlike the usual eye color of Japanese people. She probably has some small foreign blood in her. Her dark hair waved behind her back as the surge of wind passed.
"I should get going then." I said.
"Uh huh, it was great having you around." She complimented.
I nodded. I had sat comfortably on the car seat when she yelled out my name. I looked back at her.
"I'm seriously going to get a drawing of you!"
I smirked.
That was the end of the exhausting day. But like she said, it was fun. I'll be awaiting her invitation to her paradise. Her home. Okawa Miyuki.
A/N: Sorry for the very very very long wait. I had loads of stuff to do with my Chem class and now that that's over... I'm free! or that's what i think. I still have a Chem exam to take care of. Darn it... Wish me luck guys!
