A/N: Hey kiddos, I'm back and with new stuffs happening! This chapter is a bit of filler while I organize all of my thoughts, or at least that's what I want to betray. In reality I'm scrambling around in the background like a chicken with it's head cut off. But to let you know, I think about this fic every single day, even if I can't do anything with it because of technical issues or I haven't slept well enough to write. And I'm actually really excited to see where its going.
Inspiration: My sister, Bastille,and Tamaki sitting in a corner of my mind telling me that I need to update. (You happy now?)
Disclaimer: Wow, you really had me going there for a moment.
The morning's ride to school was a quiet one. Hana was still half asleep and Chihiro knew that it wasn't a wise thing to try and wake her up. The younger sighed and looked back out the window to the quickly receding landscape. It had been an eventful last few weeks.
First there was the Host Club ball. Chihiro had the time of her life, laughing and dancing while the Host Club entertianed all of the young ladies that had come. Then, at the climax of the party, Haruhi had been chosen to give Kanako a kiss on the cheek, but he had been pushed by Tamaki-senpai and had actually given her a kiss on the lips. Later that night, Hana had been acting strange after a meeting with one of their long time business partners, and she still has yet to tell Chihiro about it.
Then there had been the physical exam, which seemed to put the entire Host Club into an uproar over something, Chihiro still didn't know what. Then the new girl Renge had come in and thrown the entire Host Club into making a movie with totally strange character changes (she and Hana still laughed at Mituskuni in the movie) and installing a giant rotating pedestal that she would make her grand entrances on. Chihiro was so confused about what the excentric otaku would want here in Japan.
And on top of all that, Chihiro had been consistently debating if Haruhi was male or female. She knew that it shouldn't matter whether her favorite host was the same or different gender, but it was bothering for some unknown reason. Chihiro sighed again as the limo pulled up to the school gates and she made the resolution to ask Haruhi when she had a chance.
"Are you doing alright?" Chihiro started out of her thoughts when she heard Hana in front of her. She looked up to see that her sister had already gotten out of the car and was holding the door open for her. Chihiro grabbed her bag and scrambled out of the limo.
"I'm alright." She said as she straightened out the dress and the limo drove away. "Just thinking about things." Hana raised an eyebrow at her and Chihiro felt that her older sister knew that she was withholding information. She smiled innocently up to her sister and quickly started walking into the building. She was looking forward to a quiet day at Ouran High School for once, but the fates were never kind to her family.
Hana watched her sister quickly walk into the school. She had been a bit quiet for the past few days, and Hana couldn't help but wonder if it was her fault. The night of the party she had been frustrated by her latest work, and ever since, she hadn't been able to spend the time she would have liked with Chihiro. But that couldn't be helped.
Hana finally sighed as she started walking into the school grounds. She stiffened as she smelled a familiar sent and held back a groan. A quick glance around the courtyard confirmed her nose and she tried to subtly quicken her pace to avoid a meeting. However, the fates were never on her side and she felt her skin crawl as a young man dressed entirely in black met her pace next to her.
"Miss me, love?" Hana closed her eyes as she answered through clenched teeth.
"Not a bit, Kaito." She heard him chuckle as they walked into the building. "What do you need, freak?" She sent him a death glare, but he chuckled again and shook his head.
"Look who's talking." He waved a hand to Hana and she ignored it. Kaito sighed and shook his head again. "You never did have a sense of humor. Very well. Father wanted me to ask you when the shipments will come in." Hana sighed very slightly. At least he didn't ask about that.
"They should be in either by tomorrow or the next day. Flying ancient Incan pottery is an extremely tricky business." By this time the two had reached the 2-A classroom and Hana was about to make her escape when Kaito completely blocked the door with a smirk on his face.
"Facinating." Hana felt the anger rise up in her chest and tried to project it all in the glare that she was shooting at the boy blocking her way. "Now I must ask you a very important question." Kaito picked up her hand and held it close to him. Hana tried to make her glare harder. "Would you marry-"
"No." Hana cut him off. "The answer is no. The answer has been no since the first time you asked in middle school, and it will forever be no unless I have an extreme change of heart, which doesn't seem likely in the near future. Now," Hana yanked her hand out of his grip. "Move out of the way so I can get into my class." Instead of waiting for Kaito to move out of the way, she shoved him out of the door way. She heard him chuckling behind her and turned back to glare at the doorway, only to see Kyoya standing there.
"Oh, sorry, Kyoya-san." Hana said, putting as much sincerity as she could muster into her voice. She glared to the side as she mumbled. "That was ment for someone else." Their exchanges had dwindled down to seeing each other in class or when Hana came to check up on Chihro at the Host Club and there was a really awkward pause.
"It is quite alright, Hana-san." Hana looked up at the Cool type as he made his way to his desk. "It's just not something someone expects this early in the morning." He said it with a smile on his face, but Hana saw the slight tremble in his hands as he placed the bag on his desk. Oh god, I didn't think that my glare was bad enough to scare the great Shadow King. Hana thought as she slid into her seat.
She sighed as Tamaki came running in and huddled behind Kyoya. "Kyoya, hide me." Hana heard Kyoya sigh as Tamaki continued. "Nekozawa's after me."
"Tamaki, sit down class is about to start." Kyoya said quietly, and Hana heard the Host Club King scramble to his seat dutifully. Hana stared straight ahead, thanking the fates that Tamaki hadn't tired to make any moves on her since he found out Haruhi's gender. She felt sorry for the female host, but Hana was sure that she wouldn't be able to handle it if she was also getting that sort of attention from Tamaki.
Her day went by quickly until History, when the teacher told them to break up into groups of three for a project. Hana felt like gouging her eyes out with her pen, but she calmly breathed in and forced it out as she felt a tap on her shoulder. She quickly turned around only to see Tamaki shrink back from her glance. She tilted her head to the side and she saw the blond swallow a few times before he suddenly gushed at her.
"Hana-san, would you like to work in our group? It would be only Kyoya and I and I noticed that you didn't have a group yet, so it would totally work out!" Hana could almost see a tail wagging behind him as he looked up at her with puppy dog eyes. She swallowed back a chuckle as she looked toward Kyoya who had his blank face on as he typed away on his laptop. Hana wasn't even sure if he had heard Tamaki's offer, or if he even cared. And Tamaki had a point, even if she didn't want to admit it. There were very few people who would be willing to work with the Ice Queen.
"I would be delighted," Hana said with a very faint smile on her face. Well, this is going to be interesting, she thought to herself.
