"The jealous are troublesome to others, but a torment to themselves."
-William Penn
"Hey Kaoru, what's up?" Ishi asked, sitting on the same windowsill that the twins' would always find her when she was upset. She turned her head and gave the boy a look, raising an eyebrow, "Let me guess-you're "Hikaru" right?" The ginger frowned and shook his head, saying,
"I'm Kaoru and no, I'm not lying. You can tell us apart, can't you?" He questioned. The girl's shoulders tensed and she slowly nodded.
"Y-Yeah..."
"No intuition or anything?"
"Nope! None of that stuff!" The girl grinned goofily. She gave the ginger a thumbs up. "Just a good old know-you-so-well-I-can-tell stuff!"
Kaoru resisted the urge to sweatdrop at that. The grammar in that sentence was terrible! "Right..."
The girl frowned suddenly and questioned, "I have a question...Are you guys just scared of other people, or yourselves, because no one can ever tell you apart?" Kaoru tensed and his amber eyes narrowed. The girl flinched, recognizing the look on her face. It was the same look her Uncle gave her many times. "Sorry! I didn't mean to be rude or anything-"
"Just who the hell are you?" Hikaru's voice rang out. Isami looked up at Hikaru in surprise. She lifted the sides of her mouth to give a grin, but paused, frowning at his next words. "Just who the hell do you think you are?"
"Um...Let's see, I'm Fourteen, an Aquarius, Blood type O, An Honor-Student," The girl listed off as she slid off the sill, pacing around the room as she counted off with her fingers. The boys' sweatdropped at this and were slightly annoyed at her nonchalant tone. ",I love sweets-specifically tea cakes, mmm...Um, anyway! I love chocolate and Italian, English is my favorite subject and I hate math with a passion-too confusing, it's a wonder how I pass it, Hmm...What else?" She asked herself, stepping in front of the twins'. She gasped and clapped her hands together before pointing at the twins exclaiming, "That's right! You two also happen to be my best friends!" She blinked and tilted her head suddenly, shaking it. "No, hold on, your my only friends. Ah, whatever! You get the point...I think." She turned around a made to walk away when a hand wrapped itself around her wrist. Ishi blinked and turned her head, looking at a dark-face Hikaru.
"Who the hell do you think we are?" The girl pursed her lips for a moment before pointing at the twin and saying,
"You're Hikaru and you're Kaoru-and don't even think about lying and saying your not!" She snapped, seeing the twin in front of her open his mouth. He closed it again, surprised. The girl grew pissed quickly, sick and tired of this little game. Kaoru froze on the spot, surprised at the tone she took with them. "You want people to tell you apart, but you don't want them too, 'cause you're both a bunch of sissies!" Hikaru's face went from surprise to dark in a matter of seconds, Kaoru's darkening too, but not to the same level as his brother's. The girl glared at them, "Man up, Hitachiin brothers!"
What happened next was a blur of colors. She gasped as she saw a blur of white and orange, before her back slammed painfully against a wall. "Hey-!" She gasped and flinched when she saw their faces and how close they were too. They were glaring, at least Hikaru was. Kaoru was just staring at the girl with a confused and shocked face, which was complete with the look of utter distress. "Hey-whoa, back off, not so close!" The girl cried out in alarmed, lifting her head up slightly and turning it an attempt to increase the distance between the three. Hikaru's grip tightened considerably against her aching wrists, which were already bruised due to some...circumstances.
"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE BREAKING THE LOCK LIKE THAT!?" Hikaru snapped, voice really loud. It actually hurt her ears as he screamed. The girl flinched however, and tears pricked her eyes as he glared spitefully at her. "WHO EVER SAID YOU WERE WELCOME IN OUR WORLD!?"
"Hikaru, calm down!" Kaoru reacted quickly, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder in an attempt to calm him. "It's not like she did it on purpose!" Hikaru turned his glare onto his brother and seeing his face, relaxed slightly. Hikaru froze and his head snapped back to Ishi who muttered something incoherent.
"What?" Did she say what he thought she said? Kaoru's face was one of surprise too, apparently thinking the same thing. The girl looked up at the two gingers', her bangs covering her tears-streaked face slightly.
"M-My name...I-I said it was Isami." She cracked a small grin and let out a small hiccup. "It's-It's Isami Fujioka..." She winced as they looked at her in shock. "I-I thought you should know...I kept it for half a year now. And-and my sister, my twin sister," The girl stuttered, face flushing as she swallowed the lump in her throat. Hikaru's rough grip on her wrists loosened and he released her, the girl falling to her knees and rubbing her red and sore wrists. Her jacket sleeves were rolled up enough that they could barely make out a bruise in the shape of a hand around her lower arm near her wrists. Kaoru grounded his teeth as Hikaru's eyes narrowed considerably. ",my sister and I aren't going to separate schools 'cause of-of financial problems." She hiccuped again and the brothers' merely looked down at her, waiting for her to finish her explanation- though they were disturbed with her breaking down. They still haven't gotten used to the first time they've seen her cry. She was always holding the tears back. "We were-were were separated by-by kidnapping!" She broke down completely, curling into a ball and burying her face in her knees, arms wrapped around her legs.
The twins' blood went cold and they stared at the brunette in shock.
WHAT?
A little brown haired boy with blue eyes opened the door to Music Room 3, only to get a face full of red petals. He coughed slightly and blinked, looking at the Host Club in shock.
The entire Host Club was dressed like Arabians. Tamaki like an Arabian King.
"Welcome to the Ouran Host Club." They all greeted calmly, the little boy falling down on his butt from shock. Hikaru blinked and stated boredly,
"Oh, it's just a kid."
"Not only that," Kaoru stated amused. ",it's just a boy." Isami face-palmed and sighed, brushing her bangs out of her face and asked, glancing up at the two boys in slight annoyance,
"Must you always be so cruel?" An arm slung itself over her shoulders, while another wrapped around her waist. "He's a kid."
"Why yes," Hikaru began, smirking as his hand grabbed her chin and making her look at him. ",we absolutely must."
Kaoru's grip on her waist tightened and he pulled her to him, causing her face to burn brightly and her heart to pound. "If we didn't, everybody except you would try to get close to us!" He rubbed his cheek against hers and her heart pounded in her eyes, face burning brightly. Her breathing hitched slightly as his breathe hit against her neck. The twins' smirked at this, loving the effect they had on the poor girl.
Mother, why? Why does this happen to me? The girl thought, closing her eyes and sighed.
"What is it that troubles you, little boy?" Tamaki asked and extended a hand. "Did you come to my palace in search of something?" A sign appeared next to Tamaki saying "Deep into the Role of an Arabian King". The brown haired boy stood up surprised.
"A-Are you the King of this place?" The boy questioned, stumbling over his words from shock. Tamaki's eyes widened a fraction before he closed them, sighing blissfully. "Well, are you?"
"Come closer, lost one." Tamaki ordered gently, the boy doing so and walking closer. "What was it you just called me, little boy?"
"The king." The boy replied confused, not seeing any significance to what he called the blonde. Tamaki stood up, gasping dramatically as he struck some poses.
"Oh, the KING!" He exclaimed. He literally had stars in his eyes. "Yes, I am the King of the Ouran Host Club! Long live the Host King!" A sign appeared next to Tamaki saying "He's happy since he's not used to be called that".
"I'm an Elementary Fifth year." The boy began, eyes closed. He opened his eyes, revealing determination in those blue orbs and shouted, "Shiro Takaouji!" He pointed at Tamaki. "I want the Host Club King to take me on as an apprentice!" He declared, causing the entire Host Club to stare at the boy in shock. Yes, even Kyoya and Mori. Tamaki placed his hands on the side of his face, blushing.
"Don't you think it's weird, that he's making the kid observe him up close like that?" Haruhi questioned, seeing Shiro sitting right next to Tamaki as he watched the blonde flirt with the guests.
"It's kinda weird." Isami commented, crossing her arms.
"There is a theory that people are more beautiful, the closer they are viewed." Kyoya stated, smirking. He lifted his black book up and wrote something in it. "Tamaki seems to live by that theory. Well, let's leave them alone." After a few moments the guest Tamaki was with burst out into a run crying out of the room screaming,
"Tamaki, you're such an idiot!" And balled as she left the room. Isami blinked and sweatdropped, feeling sorry for the poor girl.
"So, how's it going boss!?" Hikaru asked, holding his stomach from laughter, his shoulders shaking. "That's an adorable little apprentice you got there!" Kaoru removed his hand from his older brother's shoulder and held up a finger to his mouth asking sadly, eye gazing at the ground,
"Hikaru, do you wish you had a little brother like Shiro?"
"Don't be ridiculous!" Hikaru exclaimed, embracing Kaoru, one hand tangled in his ginger hair and the other lifting up Kaoru's chin, his lips pressed against his brother's forehead. "I could search the globe and I'd never find a brother like you, Kaoru."
"Hikaru..." Isami didn't know if she should squeal or not. The scenes really get to her, okay! Their clients squealed happily, hearts floating around them.
"Oh, they're doing it!" The short black haired girl, Ayame, cried.
"The forbidden brotherly love!" A brunette, Mira, exclaimed.
"They're homos!" Shiro cried, alarmed and disgusted. "And they're brothers! That makes this totally insectuous!"
"Actually, the correct term is "Incestuous." Isami intervened. She had a thing about correcting people, don't judge. "It's what they do." She gave the boy a hard look, Tamaki doing the same, arms crossed. They did not approve of the fact that he was against bi's and gays. And Incest. If the people liked each other like that, that was their business. "And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that." Shiro looked at Isami alarmed, about to asked if she was a transvestite, when Hunny jumped on Shiro's back.
"Shiro-Chan!" He cried and smiled adorably. "You wanna have a piece of cake with me? We have three types! Chocolate, Strawberry, and Lime!" Shiro knocked Hunny off of his back shouting,
"Hey, back off!" He glared at Hunny, who was frightened. "What grade are you in anyway, why are you in a high school uniform!?" Isami wanted to slap the boy. He made Hunny cry! Mori however intervened,
"Something wrong, Mitskuni?" He questioned, his shadow looming over the two boys. Shiro screamed and cried out, pointing at Mori and Hunny, who climbed and hung onto Mori's arm, trembling,
"No way! A little kid like you isn't supposed to have a cool bigger friend like him!" Isami resisted a smirk, but was still pissed off that Shiro made Hunny cry.
Isami crossed her arms, staring down at the kid and stated, "I'd appreciate it, if you didn't make Hunny-Sempai cry or insult Hikaru and Kaoru." The boy merely backed up, right into Haruhi who nearly dropped a tea tray full of cups. She leaned down and asked,
"Are you alright?" Shiro turned around confused and faced the Fujioka twin. She smiled at him. "I know. It's kinda hard getting used to all the weirdos around here. It took me and my twin a while to get used to all the craziness, but I'm sure you'll get used to it." She told him, giving him a closed-eyed smile. She opened her eyes and noticed him staring at her. "Is something wrong?"
"Are you and that other kid transvestites?" Isami blinked from her spot beside Haruhi, she walked next to her while she was talking to Shiro, and gaped at the boy. "Since when did boys have that long of hair?" He pointed at Isami's pony-tail. The Hitachiin twins' and Tamaki instantly ran over to the Fujioka twins'. Tamaki quickly slammed a hand over Shiro's mouth exclaiming,
"That's enough! I think Shiro should handle the tea for now, don't you?"
"Wow Isami, Haruhi, you two are looking extra manly today!" Kaoru complimented, waving his hand at the two girls' in a similar fashion as his brother.
"Let's do as the boss says and let Shiro take care of that tea set, it's part of his training!" Hikaru interrupted. "And wow, have you been working out lately? Look at those muscles!" Isami tried not to laugh at that and she clamped a hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking.
The twins' are failing miserably at this! She thought, shaking as she tried to control her laughter.
"You're both too macho for tea sets!" Hikaru finished. He, his brother, and Tamaki laughed nervously. Shiro removed Tamaki's hand from his eyes annoyed.
This kid is smarter than I thought. Tamaki thought, giving the kid a worried look.
He may be a kid, but he's got quite an eye! The male twins' thought, nervous looks on their faces. Haruhi sweatdropped and sighed, before handing over the tea set warning,
"Now be careful with it. It's pretty heavy." Haruhi let go and the boy held it up for ten seconds before dropping it. It crashed to the ground and glass splattered all over the floor, tea spilling everywhere. Isami yelped and jumped back in alarm, slamming into Hikaru who quickly wrapped his arms around her.
"It's not my fault I dropped it." Shiro stated stubbornly, only causing Isami to dislike him even more. He glanced up at Haruhi and stated, "It's your fault, because you're the one who made me take it in the first place!"
"Say what?" Haruhi demanded, not liking the kid. Kyoya appeared, writing in his black book,
"Haruhi, that's another one hundred thousand yen to both your's and Isami's debt." Isami lost all color and would've sunk to the ground if Hikaru wasn't holding her. Haruhi cried out,
"WHAT!?"
"He, you should make your crossdressers do all the stupid chores!" Shiro snapped, glaring at the twins' and Tamaki.
"You're just like you're failure of a father, dressing up like a guy!" Her uncle's voice rang in her head and she flinched, slowly gaining back her color, tensing her shoulders. "Remind me again why I took you in?"
"-I'm here to learn to make women happy!" Shiro finished. Isami blinked when she realized she missed some of the conversation.
"You're not going anywhere with that attitude." Tamaki told the boy through gritted teeth, eyebrow twitching. "And I'm not going to let you get away with disrespecting both Haruhi and Isami! Sooo~!" He pointed at Shiro and Hikaru let go of Isami, who was just standing there blankly. "Put this brat in isolation!"
"You got it, boss!" The twins saluted and cage fell on top of Shiro.
"What's going on here!?" He demanded, gripping onto the cage bars. "Why'd you put me in a cage all of a sudden!?" Isami blinked as she and her sister sweatdropped.
"Yeah, where'd it come from?" Haruhi questioned. She looked at her sister and they asked each other,
"It's supposed to be a music room, right?"
"This is no way to treat your loyal apprentice!" Shiro cried, jumping and placing his feet against the bars. "Now LET ME OUT OF THIS CAGE!" Tamaki took a sip of tea, sitting down cross-legged in a chair.
"Not until you learned your lesson. I took you on as an apprentice because I thought you were serious about being a Host. But I guess, I was wrong~!" He sighed dramatically.
"I am serious!" The boy cried out in protest. Isami felt slightly sorry for the boy, but it didn't help her dislike of him. "Totally serious!" Tamaki listened quietly, unimpressed, as he took a sip of his tea. "I want you to teach me how to make a woman happy!" The boy feel to his knees, eyes squeezed shut and muttered, "I'm gonna run out of time..." His voice was pilled with pain and Isami couldn't help but get rid of some the dislike of the boy. "Please won't you teach me?" Haruhi's dislike of the boy vanished slightly too, blinking in surprise as he begged to get taught. He sounded like he was going to burst into tears and the two Fujioka sisters' found it within themselves that they couldn't hate the little boy. "You're a Host because you like girls, you like bringing smiles to a girl's face... That's why you do it, right!?" Tamaki paused and lowered his tea cup slightly. "Please teach me how to be like you...You're a genius at it! You're-the King!" A light pink formed on Tamaki's cheeks as his purple eyes went wide, mouth opening in shock.
Isami sweatdropped as Tamaki stood, crossing his arms and smiling, knowing that his ego just grew two times bigger.
"Well, I admire your seriousness to become a Host, so I'll teach you." He stated, grinning happily. "You know, Shiro," Tamaki began and sparkles formed around. ", you and I are so much alike!" Haruhi stated bluntly,
"You poor kid." Isami snorted unladylike at that and quickly covered her mouth with her hands, blushing embarrassed. The Hitachiin twins' gave the girl amused looks. Shiro stood up quickly smiling, hopes filling inside him,
"So you'll help me become the kind of Host that can make any woman happy!?"
"Of course." Tamaki stated as if it were obvious. "Making woman happy is the sole purpose of being a Host. If being a Host is what you're really after, then ou'll have to make do with the material you already have." He raised his eyebrows, observing Shiro carefully. Shiro gained a confused face, frowning.
"What does that mean?"
"You see," Shiro turned around to see Kyoya standing at the edge of the cage, ",here at the Ouran Host Club, our policies are to use our individual personality traits to meet the needs of our guests. "For example, there is Tamaki, who is the Princely type." Tamaki smiled and crossed his arms, holding up two white roses as he was surrounded by a red rose background. "There's the strong, silent type," Mori held up a purple rose. ", the boy lolita type," Hunny with his pink rose, holding Usa-CHan and smiling widely. "The Little-Devil type," Hikaru with his blue rose and Kaoru with his orange, they entwined their arms, "And the Cool type." Kyoya held up his violet rose, smirking. "It's all about variety. And now our group is complete with the additions of Haruhi and Isami. The natural type." Haruhi confusedly held up a red rose that was stuffed in her hand, Isami doing the same with a yellow and they blinked, pointing at themselves,
"Natural?" Is that what they were called?
"It would seem right now, we have the perfect blend of characteristics," Kyoya stated, holding up his black book. ",it's going to be difficult to find a new type for Shiro."
"If you go by his age," Hikaru began, staring at Shiro. ",he should be the boy-lolita type." He and his brother slung their arms over Isami's shoulders, making the girl blink.
"But Hunny-Sempai's already got that covered." Kaoru agreed, nodding. Hunny's eyes watered and he stared at Tamaki, crying,
"Is he gonna replace me?" Isami resisted the urge to punch the twins' for making Hunny cry.
"Oh, come on!" Renge's voice echoed throughout the room. "Is that all you got!?" The sound of a powerful motor echoed throughout the room.
"What's up with this place-" Haruhi began annoyed,
"It's supposed to be a music room!" Isami finished, narrowing her eyes. Seriously, what is going on!?
"Sorry to interrupt gentlemen, but what's with the lackluster analysis?" Renge questioned, shaking her head unimpressed. "I must say, I'm quite disappointed; I thought I taught you better."
"Alright then," Tamaki stated, ",Ms. Manager, how would you work Shiro into our collection of characters? He can't be the boy-lolita, because Hunny's," He gestured to the boy Isami was holding, who was still crying and clinging to the girl. ",already got that covered!"
"You just don't get it, do you!?" Hunny stopped crying and he and Tamaki glanced up at Renge in surprise. "Listen up! There are plenty of girls' out there who have a thing for younger boys, or boys with baby faces! These girls' would be considered "Shota-fans." Now remember, Shota can be varied and broken down into many smaller sub-categories. Now for example, girl's who favored the boy-lolita would favor a boy like Haninozuka-Sempai. But this little boy is different," She gestured to Shiro was was huddled up to the back of the cage. "If I to pick a type for him...Yes!" She shouted and pointed at him. "He'd be the naught-boy type without a doubt!"
"The naughty-type?" Shiro repeated, fear etched onto his face. Everyone watched as the cage was lifted off the ground and back to where it once came. renge blew a whistle and walked over to Shiro, jumping off to ledge she was standing on.
"Now to play up the Naughty-type, you have to wear shorts." She pointed at his uniform shorts. "Check!" SHe blew the whistle again. "You gotta have bumps and bruises!" Isami, being the artistic girl she was, decided to help the twins with the scratches and the bruises. "Give him a couple of scars!" Renge blew the whistle again and the Host Club his behind a pillar. "RUN LIKE A SPOILED CHILD!" Shiro shot up and broke into a run as fast and wildly as he cut, fearful of the woman. "Make it reckless!" Another blow. "Now I want you to trip and make it big!" Shiro screamed as he tripped over a rope that the Hitachiin twins' were holding up, Isami flinching as he face-planted into the ground.
Who knew she could be so violent...
Renge knelt down next to Shiro and asked, "Are you okay little boy?" In a kind voice. She then blew the whistle, face turning red from blowing it so much. "Now give 'em your catch phrase!"
"No big deal, it was nothin'." Shiro told her, wiping the "Dirt" off of his face. Renge squealed, hands on her face.
"That was perfect! Absolutely perfect, Shiro!" Tamaki's plaudits echoed around the room as he clapped.
"That was excellent!" He complimented. "I didn't know you were such a great coach, Renge!" Said girl laughed loudly as Shiro stood, face wide with disbelief,
They're idiots. They're all a bunch of idiots! He growled and clenched his fists shouting, "I HAD ENOUGH OF YOU PEOPLE!" Renge stopped laughing and everyone turned to the boy surprised. "This is so stupid! None of this is ever gonna make her happy!" The Fujioka twins' blinked and looked at each other. They asked,
"Who's "her?"
"Wait, Shiro!" Tamaki called after the boy. "We haven't taught you how to apply the techniques you learned yet!"
Renge sighed as she stepped back on her ledge and said as it went back down into the ground, "I sweat, younger boys are good for nothing. I went through all that trouble to couch him, and he quits."
"I can't believe he ditched us because he didn't like the lesson!" Tamaki exclaimed, surprised and annoyed. "What a selfish little brat!"
"I don't think a lot of people would've liked that lesson." Isami stated, causing Tamaki to look at the Fujioka sisters, rubbing her wrists subconsciously.
"But never mind that," Haruhi stated, a hand on her hip. "Did you listen to what he said? He said he was gonna run out of time. What do you think he means by that? We think that," Haruhi gestured to her sister and herself, ",maybe, it's a girl." Tamaki blinked in surprise before looking back towards where Shiro left, a thoughtful look on his face.
"How did we let them talk us into this?" Haruhi muttered, annoyed. Isami fiddled with her old Middle School Uniform skirt, nervous.
"I feel so weird..My skirt's shorter than it used to be." Haruhi gave her sister a small pitied glance before they looked at Hunny who whispered,
'It'll be okay Haru-Chan, Isa-Chan! It was so easy to sneak in like this! When I'm wearing this uniform, I really look like I'm in Elementary school!"
"Yeah, I understand why you had to wear the uniform," Isami began and Haruhi finished,
",But I don't get why we have to wear our old Middle School uniforms!" Haruhi was wearing a wig, so her hair style was exactly the same as Isami's. Dark hair and everything.
"Why'd we even bother with disguises?" The Fujioka sisters' asked in unison, staring at all the Elementary schoolers who were looking at the three. "We stick out like a sore thumb."
"Well there's a reason." Tamaki said quietly, making sure the two girls and Hunny couldn't hear him. "A damn good reason." He was staring at Haruhi the entire time, while the twins' looked at Isami. The rest of the Host Club watched as Hunny grabbed the two girls' arms, exclaiming,
"This way Isa-Chan, Haru-Chan!"
"Isn't she the cutest!?" The twins' gushed, faces slightly red. "It's been forever since we last saw her dressed like that! So cute~!"
"Just look at her in that miniskirt..." Tamaki daydreamed. "Haruhi looks like a little doll~!"
"So basically you all wanted to see the two sisters dressed up like that?" Kyoya questioned as he wrote something down in his black book. Tamaki and the twins' sweatdropped.
"This is it," Hunny exclaimed as he and the two girls' neared a door. ",Shiro-Chan's classroom!" Hunny opened the door and ran in. "When I was in Elementary School, this was my school too!" The three walked around a bit and Isami stated bluntly, placing a hand on a desk, and in unison with her sister,
"There's nobody here."
"Well, the kids classroom is empty, is it?' Tamaki questioned as he and the rest of the Host Club walked in.
"This sure takes me back." The Hitachiin brothers' stated, hands in their pants pockets as they walked in.
"I wonder if doodles are still on my desk." Kaoru wondered as they walked in. Isami and Haruhi sweatdropped.
"Doubtful," Kyoya replied. ",the school changes desks every year." Haruhi quickly gained a tick mark.
"Let's check out the cafeteria after this!" Hikaru suggested and Isami had a small flashback to last chapter's events.
"Here, try this one." Kaoru said, grabbing her spoon and scooping up some chocolate pudding-like substance. He grabbed her chin gently and made her turn her head to face him. He held the spoon up to her mouth and said, "Ahhh..." Isami opened her mouth slightly, not for the food, but in surprise. A dark red blush grew on her cheeks as Kaoru placed the spoon in her mouth. She closed her mouth and Kaoru gently pulled out the spoon, smiling at her. The sickly feeling stomach grew and it felt like it did flip-flops.
Isami's face went red at the memory and she swallowed, heart pounding in her ears. Her face was burning and she placed a hand on her cheek to feel it, to see if she was hallucinating, but someone beat her to the punch.
"Hey, Isami, you alright?" It was Hikaru and that surprised Isami. Usually the one who asked if she was alright was Kaoru-her face went red and her stomach turned. She noticed Hikaru's face was right in front of her's, noses almost touching, and her heart pounded even faster, the same sickly feeling from before growing and making her stomach do flip-flops. Her breathing grew slightly shallow and barely managed a nod, silent as a mouse. She swallowed, seeing Hikaru's frown, and blinked at the look in his eyes.
Worry.
What?
"Are you sure? You're face went all red and you looked paler than usual." Hikaru questioned, raising an eyebrow, only to smirk. "Or were you remembering something?" There was some snickering and Isami's gaze wandered over to Kaoru. Next thing she knew, the twins' were pulled away from her, Tamaki shouting,
"GET YOUR FILTHY PAWS OFF OF MY DAUGHTER!"
"Quiet down!" Haruhi snapped, glaring and narrowing her eyes. "What if we get caught!?"
"N-no problem!" Hikaru gasped as Tamaki strangled him, his brother pulling the blonde off of him.
"There's no one here to catch us, anyway." The room went silent as they all heard footsteps. The Host Club ran around the room for a few seconds, looking for a place to hide, before ducking under the desks. Haruhi was with Tamaki, Kyoya, and Mori on the right side of the room while on the left, Isami was with the twins'. They all face across each other.
"If the teacher finds us," Kaoru began, his breathe tickling Isami's neck and making a chill go down her spine.
Hikaru finished, "We'll have a hard time explaining why we snuck in." He was in front of her, while Kaoru was behind her, and his breathe trickled across her face, causing her to flinch and tense. She then opened her eyes, annoyed with how loud they were being and growled at the same time as her twin,
"Quiet! Shut up guys! Just keep your lips, zipped!" They made a motion with their hands to their lips, looking as though they were zipping a zipper closed.
Haruhi's the cutest thing I've ever seen! Tamaki thought, face bright red as he and the twins' mimicked the Fujioka sisters motions.
Isami's the cutest thing I've ever seen! The twins' thought, staring at their old friend-their first friend. The same girl who was the first to break the lock and enter their world, however unintentional it may have been. The room was quiet and the Host Club waited for the footsteps to vanish. Once it was gone, Isami crawled over to the door from under the desk, the twins quickly looking away, and peeked out the door, kneeling. She watched the man walk away and once he out of sight, she stood up and sighed.
"We've got Clearance, Clarence." Isami quoted, gaining a grin from Haruhi and the twins'. Haruhi and the rest of the club stood.
"Okay, Isami. Now guys," She turned to face them, her sister doing the same-who ran up and stopped beside her sister. "We came here to find more about Shiro, what are we supposed to do now?" Another thing to be jealous of, her logic skills.
"Well, here's something interesting." Kyoya stated and made the rest of the club turn their head to face him and Haninozuka, who were both staring at pictures that were lined along a wall.
"What is it?" Isami questioned curiously as she and her sister walked up, the Host club following behind.
"What'd you find?" Haruhi inquired. Hunny pointed to the picture and the Fujioka twins' exclaimed,
"Hey! That's Shiro!"
"So, he's in the classical music club." Kyoya observed. Shiro was with some red-haired girl with brown eyes, playing a piano.
"He looks like he's enjoying himself." Isami let out small smile show on her face, ignoring the feeling of bitterness that formed inside her. Five years was a darkness she was kept in. Five years was a whole time of loneliness and sadness. No hope for anything. Sure, she went to school and saw the sunlight, but it didn't mean she was happy. Isami was bitter and jealous of all those people with families; families that cared. She was stuck with an Uncle that gave shit about her and beat her, sticking in the freaking soundproof room and abused her. He was the complete opposite of her father, whom she lived with until she was ten, who was funny, kinda, caring, basically the best father a pair of twin sisters could have.
She hid her bitterness and jealousy with that facade of happiness. Like when she met the twins, she was faking cheerfulness, but the difference was; that was it. It was only faked cheerfulness-there was no "Fake friendliness", just cheerfulness. Isami truly wanted to know the twins', so she pushed her way through.
Isami blinked in surprise at the thoughts she filled herself with and shook her head, disgusted at how easily she was to be jealous.
"It's nice to see him with a smile on his face." Haruhi commented as she stared up at the photo, causing Isami to look at her in surprise. "I had no idea he could look so sweet."
"Yeah..." Tamaki agreed softly in thought.
"There he is!" Hunny exclaimed as the Host Club stood outside the music room. "There's Shiro-Chan!" They watched as a girl approached him- Shiro was sitting on a windowsill- and spoke to him. They couldn't hear what she said for the most part, but could tell that she wanted to play piano with him. Shiro shook his head and the girl looked saddened for a moment, before plastering a smile on her face. Isami frowned at that, but had to admit that it was sweet that she was still trying to keep a smile up in front of him.
The little girl walked over to the piano and started to play, and Isami had to admit, she was fantastic.
After a few moments of playing, a little brunette girl walked out of the room and Tamaki spoke to her,
"Excuse me, Mademoiselle." The girl paused when she saw him kneeling down in front of her, holding out a white rose. "I've never seen a rose more lovely than you, my dear." He told her, smiling with his eyes closed. "Here, this is for you." He handed the girl the rose and she took it, blushing madly. "I was wondering if you could tell me anything about that young lady playing piano?" He asked softly, "Do you know her?"
"That's Hinakami Shidou." The girl answered, smiling and warned, "But you better not fall in love with her."
"Hina?" Tamaki questioned before looking down at the girl in surprise. "Why not?"
"Didn't you know?" The girl questioned confused and surprised. "Hina has to move away soon. Her dad got a new job in Germany, so she has to move there in a week." Isami blinked and frowned,
Poor Shiro. She thought, pitying the poor boy. She felt an arm sling over her shoulders and another wrap around her waist, but she ignored the twins', blinking in surprise when a voice demanded,
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" Shiro shouted, ticked off. "I WANT YOU IDIOTS TO LEAVE!" Tamaki merely bent down and tossed the boy over his shoulder, a hand on his back to keep him from falling. Shiro shouted and pounded his fists on Tamaki's back. "Gah-PUT ME DOWN! WHAT'RE YOU DOING! ARGH!" He screamed and paused when he saw Hina walked out and stare at the Host Club in shock, her gaze locking onto Shiro who was over Tamaki's shoulder. He started to struggle again, "PUT ME DOWN! LET ME GO!"
"It's time to go gentlemen, ladies." Tamaki stated calmly as they all walked down the hall. He then ordered Shiro calmly, "Quit thrashing around."
"PUT ME DOWN!"
Tamaki tossed Shiro onto a couch once they reached Music Room 3. The room was darkly lit.
"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM, YOU BIG IDIOT!?" Shiro demanded, sitting up.
"I'm sorry, but your the idiot!" Tamaki snapped, glaring at him, his bangs covering his eyes. Shiro gaped, not used to seeing this version of Tamaki. "You said you wanted to learn how to make women happy, but that's not it, is it!?" He accused. "You're not concerned with the happiness of just any woman. You've got your sights set on one woman in particular, you only care about one. And that's Hinakami Shidou!" Shiro gasped. "But I'm afraid I cannot help you. Listen, Shiro, I know I told you it's the job of a Host to make women happy." His bangs moved slightly and you could see some of his amethyst eyes. "But when you love someone, you must find the courage inside you to tell them what is inside your heart! You have to tell her how you feel about her!" He took a deep breathe and relaxed. Shiro's shoulders tensed as he stared up at the pale blonde. "You didn't come to me to become a full-fledged Host." Shiro's eyes widened. "You want to become a full-fledged man."
There a pause in which Shiro placed his hands on his knees, his hair falling into his face as he said,
"It doesn't matter anymore. I've run out of time. I just...I just wanted to hear her play, before she left for good." The boy's eyes watered and Isami felt for the poor boy. She really did. It was so sad. "That's all." Tamaki walked up the steps and pushed a yellow curtain out of the way.
"That piece she played..." Tamaki began. "It's Sonata Mozart D Major for two pianos, right?" Shiro looked up in surprise, as did Isami. How could he know that? They all watched as Tamaki pulled the cloth away completely, revealing a black grand piano. It was beautiful. Forgive Isami for her way with words, but she is into anything that involves art. Music being one of them, if you don't remember the first two chapters. Tamaki smiled sadly as he lifted the cover, revealing the piano keys.
"Wait a minute..." Isami began, realizing something.
"Since when was there a Grand Piano in here?" Haruhi questioned, finishing Isami's statement.
"Well, this is a music room after all." Kaoru stated, holding up a cup of tea. He and Kaoru were leaning against a pillar.
"So why wouldn't it have a grand piano?" Hikaru inquired, grinning.
"It is a music room after all." Kyoya said amused, from his spot at the table next to Mori and Hunny.
"It is a music room." Mori spoke-holy crap, man!
"It's always been there, we've just had it covered up." Hunny replied, biting into a piece of cake. Isami face-palmed before moving towards the pillar the twins were at, and leaned against the side that face Haruhi and Tamaki. Her eyes widened in surprise however when Tamaki started to play- without a music sheet.
"Awesome." Shiro muttered as he stood, before looking down.
"You will spend your mornings, lunches, recesses, and free time in piano lesson with me." Tamaki told Shiro as he played. Isami closed her eyes as she listened to the beautiful music.
"But...why?" The boy questioned.
"You wanted to be my apprentice, right?" Tamaki questioned, amusement clear in his tone. "Besides, that young lady, looked like she wanted nothing more than to play the piano with you."
WEEK LATER SEPTEMBER THIRD, THREE P.M. MUSIC ROOM THREE
Hina opened the door, only to be belted with rose petal which flew around her, and was greeted by eight handsome men in white tuxedos.
"Welcome Princess. We've been waiting." A blush spread across the girl's cheeks at being called "Princess."
"I welcome you to Shiro Taoukouji's...piano recital." Tamaki said as he stepped by her and extended a hand towards Shiro and the two Grand Pianos. He walked over and pulled the chair away for her, gesturing to the piano. "If you please, Princess." Hina's eyes widened in surprise and a small smile graced her face as she looked at Shiro, who smiled at her.
"Let's play together, Hina." The girl smiled and nodded, tilting her head.
"Okay!" Soon the two were playing like no others.
"We did a good thing." Tamaki stated as he watched the two play.
"He loves with all his heart." Haruhi stated and looked up at Tamaki, smiling. "And I guess that's one more way he takes after you...huh, Sempai." Tamaki glanced down at the short-haired brunette and smiled down at her gently,
"Why yes, I'd say so." Haruhi glanced up at him surprised for a moment, before smiling widely at him.
Isami blinked when she felt hands grab hers and she looked in surprise to see the Hitachiin brothers' smiling down at her. She felt her heart pound and her stomach do those annoying flip-flops again, but she ignored it and smiled up at them, the bubbly feeling in her stomach appearing. She tightened her grip on the twins' hand, loving the feel of their hands in hers, and closed her eyes as she listened to the music, lifting her head up slightly as she leaned against the twins.
"So you've been exchanging emails with Hina everyday?" Isami asked curiously.
"Yeah, more or less." Shiro replied, placing his cheek onto the palm of his and as he laid his elbow on the back of the couch."I like her, but she can get pretty jealous for an elementary school girl." He replied and turned back to look at the girls' who surrounded him. "She'd be upset if she knew I was with you ladies, so let's keep this our secret." The girls squealed, charmed.
"Naughty boys are the best." The girl on Shiro's right said.
"I could kiss you." Tamaki's ex-client from earlier stated and they both kissed the boy on the cheeks.
Tamaki growled, fingers twitching, a fire background behind him. "You brat...what're you doing? Those are my guests!" Shiro turned his head to look at he pale blonde.
"They must've found someone better." He chuckled. "It's so easy to steal your customers. I think there's a new Host King in town." Tamaki screamed and it took all the strength in the Hitachiin brothers and the Fujioka sister Isami to hold Tamaki back.
"I thought he'd make it through without exploding this time!" Kaoru exclaimed, his arms wrapped around Tamaki's waist. Hikaru had his arms wrapped around Tamaki's torso and neck, Isami latched onto his legs.
"We should've known he was going to blow up sooner or later!"
"Damn it, Shiro!" Isami cursed, screaming as she nearly got kicked in the head.
"Shiro really does have a lot in common with Tamaki-Sempai." Haruhi stated, blunt as ever. "I also get the feeling that Sempai was a spoiled brat when he was a kid." Tamaki stopped struggling, making the three twins' relax, and shouted as he turned his head to look at Haruhi,
"I was not a spoiled brat! I was nothing like him when I WAS A KID! I WAS A SWEET, INNOCENT, PRECOCIOUS, CHILD!" Shiro laughed and gave them a piece sign.