Tamaki was the prince type, the original inspiration for, and leader of the host club. He brought in the most designations and made most of the decisions… those that Kyouya, secretary and treasurer, would let him make anyway. Seeing the strange new boy once again talking quietly with Haruhi he got curious. Tamaki strolled his way as slowly as he could over to the other side of the room. He was standing behind Haruhi in a matter of seconds, with his buttercup colored entourage following close behind him.
"Who is this? Is he a transfer student? He looks just like Haruhi," squealed one fangirl.
"Oh they are so cute together, almost like twins," babbled another.
"Look at how Tama-kun is watching over them like a princely lion protecting his cubs," gurgled a third girl. This was met buy excited squeals of delight from several of the girls who crowded in tighter around their prince type host club president.
Yuuri looked back out the window to see Günter standing toe to toe with Kyouya and looking distinctly unhappy. 'Uh oh,' he thought as he went to leave, only to be blocked by Tamaki.
"Who are those fellows anyway?" the tall blond asked him.
Yuuri ran back to the window and saw Yozak and Conrad had stepped back to give Günter room to… 'Oh no he might be wearing his sword under his coat.' Pushing the window open, and almost falling out it, Yuuri hollered, "Stand down, Günter, that's an order!"
"Hieka! You're alright!" Günter shouted back, tears of joy starting to stream from his eyes.
"Yes, I am fine. Now just wait there; I will be right down," Yurri called, making "stay there" motions with his hands as he pulled himself back in the window. Turning, he saw that everyone was now looking out the windows. One of the girls whispered in an awestruck voice, "Is that Günter-sama?"
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Wolfram blinked heavily, he felt like hell. Slowly he tried to sit up only to flop back down onto the makeshift bed he was on. The demon prince found himself moaning from the lingering pain in his midriff. Looking around, he recognized the dimly lit room he had been in since his arrival in Japan. He realized the blanket under him was in fact that Nekozawa guy's cloak and Wolfram felt oddly comforted that Nekozawa would go out of his way for him. Wolfram spotted a blond boy about Yuuri's age, sitting not less than five yards away. The boy was using a candle to illuminate a book he was reading. As he watched the other boy looked up.
"Oh you are awake," he said good-naturedly.
Wolfram looked at him; confused. "Hair was black?" he managed to say.
"Oh that, it is a wig," Nekozawa said, holding the hairpiece up for Wolfram to see. "I wear it to look more foreboding, and also it helps shade me from strong light. I kind of faint in broad daylight," he explained.
Wolfram just gave him a confused stare, he had only caught part of that.
"Well, anyway," Nekozawa continued, "I have been looking over the spell I used to bring you here and I think I have found something interesting. It seems when I summoned you the wording of the spell was intended to bind a fierce demon to my service, and the designs I drew on the floor were supposed to keep you imprisoned within the summoning area. Well, I didn't have part of the requisite materials to make the chalk as prescribed so the circle didn't hold but apparently some of the spell took."
Wolfram stood there, trying to make sense out of the words, but was basically lost. "What?" he asked, leaning over in a futile attempt to try and read the spell book, since it was written in Japanese. The demon prince had never wished so badly in all his life that he had one of that crazy red-head, Anissina's, inventions, but he would have killed an army for a 'let me hear your heart's cry-kun' Mazoku translating device just then. It was frustrating to no end not knowing what was going on. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath. What could he do? If he was at home he could have sent a pigeon to the castle and had them send his horse or a carriage out to take him home. That's it! What was that talk talk-kun device Yuuri used called again? Ah…! Wolfram waved for the other boy's attention and held his hand to his ear. "Moshi moshi," he said, pantomiming pushing buttons on the palm of his hand, and returning it to his ear.
"A phone; you want to borrow my phone?" Nekozawa asked.
Wolfram nodded as the other boy handed over the device. Now if he could just remember the right pattern of numbers…
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AN: well that's it for what I had pre written its really short and I am sorry for the delay in posting this chapter my schedule has been busy lately. I will promise nothing, but I do like this story and will try to update on a monthly basis from here on out. (Some of my other stories have been waiting for updates for over half a year now so don't hold your breath).
Thanks as always to my reviewers and everyone who enjoyed this enough to put it on alert.
Now on to the reviewers: Silver Star Celine and Mizuki hikari I am very glad you are enjoying this, it is always nice to get a gut reaction that's positive about my stories, thanks.
Mrs. Suou: Well I avoided pretty much everything in this chapter, but your questions will be answered soon, It is taking a bit to set up the meeting between the boys I plan, but it will be worth the wait I hope :D
crizzy-chan: It will be a bit before Yuuri finds Wolfram or vice versa.
Morena Evensong: I guess Yuuri's excuse for not finding Wolfram right away is that he assumes that if Wolfram were so close by the jealous fiancée would have found him first. giggles and of course the high class stylish ladies of Ouran would recognize the famous yet oh so mysterious model Gunter :D
Pikeebo: Haruhi is hosting so she is dressed as a boy, and for the record the light bulb has not gone off for Yuuri yet. I am trying to address her as a male when it is from his pov.
LaDyViL: I already thanked you for pointing out that little sentence on the beginning didn't I? I added a DN Angel spoiler for good measure and I hear that the series is being continued in Japan, finally. YAY!
For those of you frustrated by the limited amount of DN angel parts in this please hang on, they really don't make a big impact on the story until after the next chapter, but they do come into it in a big way, here is a spoiler just for you…
Somewhere immaterial, tension was building like an immense force, assaulting a sturdy membrane. The energy involved, ebbed and flowed, and a massive power began to build. The static forces were currently holding, but who knew for how long. It was an instance of magic against magic and the outcome was yet to be determined. Amidst this play of power, a frightening consciousness began to awaken from a long enforced slumber. With a bit more time and gathering of forces, the resurrection would become a reality. The black wings would at long last be brought into existence as its creator had intended; whole and terrifying in its power.
So you know it's gonna hit the fan.