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Sorry it took so long to update but school was just starting for me so I've been kind of busy... for once in my life...

Anyways, Here is the next chapter! And the official ship name is Kyoko!

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MyKittyChan (PS. yes I changed my pen name)


Kyoya's POV

I looked over to where Honey-sempai and Raven-sempai were and frowned. It was obvious Honey-sempai was in love with her, and this could be bad for club business.

"I could be wrong, but I think Honey-sempai's in love with her." A voice from behind says and I jump. Who the hell was that. I turn to see Kimiko grinning like a cheshire cat. I shoot her the infamous Ootori glare.

"Awww, did I scare you?" She asks as if she were talking to a child, purposely taunting me, trying to get me to snap. Well, news for you, it wasn't going to work.

I put on my best fake smile and reply with a, "No not at all, Nakahara-san. Merely surprised me." She wasn't going to get to me.

"I thought the famous Kyoya Ootori didn't get surprised?" She leans on the back of my chair, way too close for my liking.

"Forgive me; I was, startled." I stand up, hoping to get away from her extreme closeness. I figured she was doing this on purpose. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some guest to attend to." I made a move to leave, but her voice stopped me.

"I'd like to request you today." My pencil snapped, but it was the only sign of my anger. I quickly straightened myself out before facing the much shorter girl.

"What did you say?" I asked rather harshly, giving her my most fierce glare. The teen didn't seem affected at all, more like amused to say the least.

"You heard me, you won't turn down a guest now will you Kyo-Kyo?" She smirked widely, her light blue eyes gleaming in self satisfaction. Kyo-Kyo? Really? Well she was right about me not turning down a guest, but she was more like vermin. The raven haired girl threw herself down into a carefully carved wooden chair, her posture surprisingly straight, more business like. What was she planning?

Kimiko placed her clasped hands onto the table in front of her, the smirk that once adorned her pale face was soon replaced by a more serious expression.

"I read your file too, ya know. It's more of a hobby really. I love knowing anything and everything. I have to analyze my surroundings, and that includes people. And we're more alike than you know."

I inwardly sneered at thought thought of being like that pretentious brat. She obviously picked up on this and smirked. "Yes, Kyoya, we are alike, get over it. Now, about requesting you…" Her smirk grew and I sighed.

"Yes, right this way, Nakahara-hime." I lead over to a empty table, seeing as she is my only customer.

We sat down on the hand-crafted chairs from France. "Would you like some tea, Nakahara-hime?" I asked her, a tight smile on my lips. She oddly laughed. "It's okay Kyoya, you don't have to be nice to me. You don't even have to talk to me. I just want to observe."

I stared at the strange girl who comes to not be hosted. "Okay." I say, albeit gratefully. I'd probably break more than a few pencils if I had to host her for more than an hour. I settled down with my computer and she resided in her chair, looking around the vast music room.

Kimiko POV

I watched Kyoya out of the corner of my eye. If my father taught me anything, it's keep your friends close and your enemies closer. If that was case, I'd have to keep the raven-haired boy pretty damn close.

As the Host Club went on, I felt thoroughly disgusted. Was this even legal? I asked Kyoya, but he thoroughly ignored me, opting to his computer. As he typed god knows what (probably the height-weight ratio of each customer) on his computer, I mentally seethed. I know he doesn't like me, but he could at least respond! I huffed in annoyance and decided to ignore him too.

My gaze shifted around the many other females that took up several areas around the room. Most of them were fangirling about something or other, looking absolutely ridiculous as they fretted over the so called hosts. But, I had to admit that they had an absurd amount of fans. What was wrong with these girls? They didn't need to completely rely on and worship these idiots. We're strong independent women that can stand on our own. We don't need a man to boss us around. It should be the other way around.

Kyoya continued to ignore me, but I wasn't as offended as earlier. He seemed to at least be relaxed in my presence.

After the host club was over and the fangirls were urged out the door, I hid in the shadows, waiting for the real host club to unfold. I could see behind their precious little masks, and I'll admit, I was curious as to what they're really like.

As the doors to music room three finally closed, I watched as the blonde king immediately turned to a certain brunette first-year and twirled him around, hugging the boy close to his chest.

"My darling daughter!" Wait, what? What did he just say?

"You were just absolutely divine today!" Haruhi(kun?) pushed the hyperactive teen off of… um… it, blushing. "Sempai, get off!"

A light bulb flickers on in Music Room #3.

"Tamaki, couldn't you have at least waited until all the guests leave to start your little rant?" Kyoya asks, gesturing to me.

Two amber eyes turned to me as the infamous shadow king snapped his fingers, a sound that I would learn to loathe dearly.

TIME SKIP BECAUSE AUTHOR-CHAN IS A FAILURE!

Still Kimiko POV

We were all sitting on Miyako's floor, listening to Leah rant on and on about how terrible Hikaru, or as she refers to him, carrot, is. Raven sat to my left on the carpet, propped up by Miyako's lacy pink duvet covered bed, stuffing her face with popcorn trying in vain to ignore the redheaded princess. Mai was painting her nails, half listening to the Irish girl's blabbering. Miyako, forever the child, was staring at her flatscreen television that sat about two feet in front of us, her arms wrapped securely around a plush kitty pillow, her focus completely on the romantic comedy she had begged us to watch earlier. Leah laid on her stomach, her head resting on her freckled arms, glaring at the tv as she continued to seethe.

"He's just so- so… UGGH! Stupid carrot." Leah grunted before reaching over Mai to grab a handful of popcorn from the bowl in Raven's lap. She quickly shoved it all into her mouth, her shrieks muffled by the buttery puffy goodness.

"Wow, great insult." Raven replied sarcastically, not even bothering to glance over at the taller girl. Mai gave a short chuckle as Leah glared darkly at the asian girl doing her nails.

"You know, you and Hikaru are a lot alike." Miyako trails off absentmindedly, sneaking a glance over to the princess. We all were stunned into silence as Leah started choking on her popcorn. My eyes widened before I quickly jumped into action and patted the redhead on the back, helping her catch her breath.

"Thanks," Leah shot me a smile before turning her attention to Miyako.

"No, no freaking way am I like that dumb arrogant carrot. I'm the complete opposite, really! Good to know whose side you're really on, Miyako." Leah said, her eyebrows furrowed in irritation, but of course, I didn't miss the faint tinge of pink that painted her freckled cheeks.

The usually cheerful Miyako pouted playfully before sticking out her tongue, then turned back to her movie. I rolled my eyes at the two, I swear they are both little children in teenage girl bodies.

I turned my attention to Miyako's room. This was the first time any of us ever had the pleasure of going to the first year's house. The other ebony haired girl's home was definitely what you would expect from having a rich family, a very nice brick mansion located in Bunkyō, Japan, with posh and practical details. Miyako's room though, stood out greatly to the rather boring decor of her home, definitely expressed her personality to the extreme.

The blue eyed girl's room was filled to the brim with all sorts of games, from American boardgames to Japanese classics. They laid about, scattered around on shelves and on top of her desk, a few managing to form a quite sizable tower on the floor beside her nightstand.

She had a few posters here and there of ballet shoes and graceful ballerinas in the midst of a performance, cautiously tacked to the her lilac walls. Her own soft pink ballet shoes were placed on top of a white duffle bag with her name sown in purple swirly cursive beside her closed bedroom door.

Miyako also had a number of pictures of her siblings hanging on her walls and placed in frames on her dresser. A polaroid sat directly on her nightstand, on top of a stack of books, the source of her photography obsession. This room practically screamed Miyako, down to the frilly drapes cascading from the windows.

Things were then quiet again, not awkwardly though, just contently. I think it was Miyako's life plan to get us all to become friends. The toned, ivory skinned, girl literally sprinted up to me after my last class of the day and proceeded to squeal about inviting me to a movie night at her place. She didn't even bother to wait for my answer, which in all honesty I probably wouldn't ever turn the cheerful girl down. She had an iron grip on my thin arm and pulled me outside to wait for her limo. She then proceeded to inform me of the other girls that she had also invited, Raven, Mai, and Leah.

We'd already been here for a good hour, and things were far from awful, so I would consider this whole thing a win. I was actually getting pretty used to the other girls, not that I had a problem making friends or anything, they just seems genuine. I was used to being the boss though, so hopefully that won't cause any issues.

I let my thoughts settle as I tuned back into the scene before me. Mai, Miyako, and Leah were laughing loudly at the television screen, some stupid scene in the movie apparently amusing them. Raven scoffed and rolled her eyes before moving a hand through her short black hair, letting the strands accent her rounded face. I was definitely with the punk on this one. This movie was lame as hell. Just as I was about to make a comment, I felt my phone vibrate from the pocket of my long designer knitted cardigan.

I pulled out my phone to reveal a text, sent from an unknown number.

'I trust that Haruhi's secret shall remain a secret?' the text read. Kyoya, should've known he'd check up on me. I'd normally worry about how he got my number, but by this point I was used to it. Kyoya knows everything, no questions asked.

But maybe I could have a little bit of fun with this.

"Well…" I texted back, purposely trailing off. Two seconds later my cell phone rang, playing it's annoying ringtone. A smirk adorned my face as I excused myself into the attached bathroom. The girls barely even registered my leave, absorbed completely in the movie.

"Yes, Kyoya, dear?" Was my reply as I hit answer. His voice, low and irritated, greeted me. "What the hell do you mean by well?" He sounded ready for murder, and I realized, that I was probably not too far off. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, my icey blue eyes smirking back at me.

"You can calm down Kyo-kyo, I was just messing with you. Now, unless you feel the need to continue this little chat, lord knows why, I have a movie night to get back to." I played it off cool and secretly hoped he wouldn't me like my previous prediction.

"With whom, may I ask?" His normal, cool demeanor was back. And I have to say, I miss him angry. I rose a dark brow, moving my free hand to mess with my extremely long high ponytail.

"Oh, you know, the other transfer students. Mai, Raven, Miyako, and Leah, to be exact." As I said this, I could feel the smirk spreading across his face, and wondered what Glasses was up to. So I asked just that.

"Glasses, what are you up to?" His smirk was literally radiating through the phone, from wherever the hell he was. He was probably in hell, I mean he must live there…

"Well you see, the rest of the host club and I are extremely bored. So maybe we could join you…" I could tell by the way he said it that it wasn't a question. I hung up on the shadow king, placing the phone back in my pocket as I went to join the girls.

"Hey," I started and no one, not even Raven, acknowledged my existence. They were all still absorbed in the movie. Slowly, I crept up behind Miyako and stole the remote. Right as the two main protagonists were about to kiss, I hit power.

"Awwww." Chorused two very annoyed first years. Giving them a mock apologetic smile, I replied to their protests with, "Fine, just thought you might want to know that the hosts were coming over."

"WHAT?" Four voices shouted in perfect unison. Wow, that was almost scary.

"Yes, the hosts are coming over. No, I did not ask. Yes, Leah, Hikaru will be with them. No, you can not do anything about it. Yes, Raven, Honey will be with them, and no you also can not do anything about it. Namely, punch him." I finished answering all their questions they were about to ask and turned to give them my best cold heartless bitch glare.

The overly expensive, waste of money doorbell rang. How the fuck did they get here so early? We all get up and head downstairs, with much reluctance and groaning from Raven and Leah.

When we reach the door we are greeted by a exuberant Tamaki, a bubbly Honey, quiet Mori, a pair of twins with very suspicious smiles, a annoyed looking Haruhi with really baggy clothes on, and last but not least, a smirking Kyoya.

I had the strong urge to slam the door back in place and leave them all outside, but the neighbors might see… us girls all exchanged awkward glances before Miyako let the way back up to her room, surprisingly silent for like the first time in forever.

"So, why are you losers here?" Raven asked, her whole mood darkening. I was with her on that one. Leah looked like she wanted to push Hikaru down the flight of stairs and I'm sure I didn't look much better.

"We were, ya know, around and stuff." Kaoru answered for all of the guys, including Haruhi. Well wasn't this just awkward. We all entered Miyako's room, ladies first of course, the boys trailing behind us.

Tamaki looked like he was about to pass out from excitement from being in Miyako's bedroom. The blonde pushed through everyone, grinning from ear to ear. "So this is what a girl's room looks like."

Raven, Leah, and I all gave him a 'what the hell' look before taking back our previous spots on Miyako's carpet. Mai grabbed her small bottle of nail polish and continued to paint her toes, ignoring everyone.

"Are you stupid or something? Of course this is what a girls room looks like. Do you by any chance have some sort of brain damage?" Raven hissed, her black hair falling somewhat in front of her eyes. Tamaki frowned before going over to a corner of the room and sitting down, much like a child in time out.

After a few moments of silence, Miyako spoke from her spot at the end of her bed. "Umm, is he okay?" The raven haired girl gave a weary look, her blue eyes widening in worry.

Haruhi shrugged, "Yeah, he does that all the time. He'll be alright in a few minutes."

"Hey." Mai whispered to me as the movie continued on. "Is it just me or does Haruhi seem a little girly?" I smirked before whispering the secret in her ear. I don't usually give out secrets like candy, but I think I can trust her.

Mai eyes widened as she accidentally knocked over the bottle of nail polish, onto Miyako's silk comforter.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!" Mai said as Miyako rushed over to inspect the damage. She studied it with a critical eye before shrugging. "No biggie, I wanted a new comforter anyways." She smiled at the tall girl, who was still frantically apologizing. This night is going to be fun… *cough* sarcasm *cough*

Kyoya's POV

I look up from the masses of paperwork in my notebook to see Mai constantly apologizing to Miyako, so I stand up and walk over behind Kimiko.

"What happened?" I ask the black haired girl, whom seems to be holding in giggles. She jumps at the sound of my voice and I send her a smirk, albeit tiredly. Today has been way too long.

"M-mai spilled-d a b-bottle of nail polish." She stutters back. What was wrong with her? This definitely wasn't the usual Kimiko who oozed self confidence and authority. The shorter girl quickly looked away from me, her pale cheeks turning pink. Was she embarrassed? I wasn't aware that she actually could feel that emotion.

"Pull yourself together." I said in monotone, a look of faux disinterest claiming my features. Yep, that snapped her out of it.

"Excuse me, Glasses? I'm just fine, thank you. Now move outta my way. I don't have time for the likes of you right now. I have to help my girls." The raven haired girl pushed past me, getting a hold of Miyako's comforter and helping the toned girl pull it off of her bed. Mai continued to apologize, looking at the raven with a guilty expression, which Miyako brushed off with a bright smile.

"Let's take this to the wash, then you can tell you dad you need to go shopping." Kimiko said to Miyako who nodded back, both girls leaving the room with the duvet in tow.

As everyone resettled into their positions, I couldn't help but wonder what she was so embarrassed about. Shaking off the feeling I immersed myself in paperwork, waiting for her to return so I could figure it out. Ugh, I glanced at the clock to see a whole minute had passed. What was taking her so long?


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