CHAPTER 6

Kyoya's POV

After school that day the twins dragged her into Music Room 3. She didn't come without a fight, however; in fact, the moment the doors opened the Host Club and guests were treated to a view of Miss Konanawa leaping over Hikaru and Kaoru and attempting to run down the hall. They immediately hooked their arms through hers and resumed dragging her into the room.

"Let me go, you-"

"Now now," one of the twins chastised. "Don't use bad language around our guests."

"I legitimately want to rip your testicles off."

Both twins cringed.

They continued to drag her until they reached the door to the adjoining dressing room, forcing her in before following in after her. The door closed.

I heard Haruhi sigh beside me.

"I may feel sorry for the girl," she said, "but I can't help thinking that I'm glad it isn't me this time."

I hummed. I would have hated to be in Miss Konanawa's position; however, I couldn't quite bring myself to be sorry for her. Not when I fully knew she was capable of taking care of herself, as evidenced by the large bruise still present on Tamaki's face. Just then the dressing room door swung open and out stormed Miss Konanawa, a deadly glare on her face. She strode to the main doors, adjusting the cuffs of her shirt, and left. Moments later the twins stumbled out of the dressing room, each holding their already bruised cheeks. Their eyes were wide and faces were pale in shock.

"That girl can punch," one complained half-heartedly, obviously not too upset that he had just been hit.

"And kick," said the other.

I was puzzled. What could Miss Konanawa have done to startle them so much?

The twins sat back on their couch and each hastily threw an arm around the other's shoulders; their guests glared at the door through which Miss Konanawa had left. As they resumed talking their conversation inevitably tuned towards the girl.

"Who is she?" one patron asked. Miss Ito.

"And why is she so violent?" asked another. Miss Akiyama.

"We're not really sure," said Hikaru and Kaoru. "We really only met her yesterday."

"I haven't met her, but I can already tell I don't particularly care for her," said another customer distastefully. Miss Hayashi.

"She can get pretty scary," one of the twins said.

"She's fun to mess with, though," said the other.

"I'm sure," said Miss Akiyama.

"Do you know where she's from?" asked Miss Hayashi.

"Britain."

"Correction," I interjected coolly, not looking away from my laptop screen although I was doing nothing. "She is actually from America. I was mistaken when I informed you that she was British."

"That partly explains the temperament," said Miss Ito.

"But not why she wears that hideous jacket," countered Miss Akiyama.

The twins suddenly paled further. They looked over at me.

"Kyoya-senpai," they called. "Could we talk to you for a moment?"

"Talk away."

"We meant in private."

I looked up, surprised but not showing it.

"Certainly," I said as I closed my laptop and tucked a notebook under my arm.

"We'll be back, ladies," they said to their customers.

The three of us walked into the hallway and shut the door. The moment the door closed I spoke.

"What is this about?" I asked.

"It's Miss Konanawa," one answered. "She-"

He had to pause to breathe. What could have been so bad as to have thrown off the trickster twins?

"She had cuts on her wrist."

Oh.

"You're sure?" I said more than asked. They nodded.

"There were a lot of them," one twin (Kaoru, I believed) affirmed. "Scars. Old cuts, like she's been doing that for a while."

"Were there any fresh cuts?" I asked. The twins shook their heads.

"We just thought you might like to know, seeing as you're keeping an eye out for her," said the other twin.

I nodded once before making a note in the notebook I had brought to the hallway.

Past self-harm. Possibility of recurrence.

"Thank you, Hikaru and Kaoru," I said. They nodded solemnly.

"I guess we know why she didn't want to try on our clothes," they said.

I hummed disinterestedly, but my mind was racing. How could I not have caught that? Why would my father have denied me that information? Would she do it again in the future?

We went back into the music room and resumed our various personas, Hikaru and Kaoru fawning over each other and me quickly typing a name into the Google search bar.

Oleander Konanawa.

Andi's POV

I went back to my dorm and flopped onto my bed, my mind flying a mile a minute.

The twins had seen my cuts. The twins had seen my cuts. The twins had seen my cuts.

Knowing, somewhat, the nature of the petting zoo (I had recently learned it was called the Ouran High School Host Club), I knew that the boys would tell their friends everything about me. The Ootori boy would know within days if he didn't already, and that meant that he would be knocking on my door…

Now.

There was a string of knocks on my door. I reluctantly hoisted myself up and looked through the peephole. Sure enough it was Kyoya, looking terribly official with a notebook tucked under his arm and a satchel slung over his shoulder.

"What do you want?" I sighed through the door.

"I just wanted to ask you a few questions, Miss Konanawa."

I opened the door and leaned against the frame.

"I've told you to call me Andi," I said

"And my propriety has told me to call you Miss Konanawa. Now," he said, eyes darting down to my covered arm. I immediately knew why he was here. "The questions."

"I know you know about my wrists, Ootori," I interrupted. He froze.

"Alright then," he said after a moment. "Would you mind telling me why you self-harm or self-harmed?"

"I would mind. Fuck off."

I closed the door and bolted it.