Chapter Eight
There in the second library sat three young boys. One with messy orange hair banging his head on the table, another with brown hair, then the "human blizzard". They all sat there, writing within their notebooks equations that went far beyond their comprehension. Man, it would have been really good if they had Kosaya-sensei to help them out. But, on accounts of the teacher's wishes, they were forced to leave her behind to be taken away by the fake gentlemen. Though the two boys didn't feel much about it, Kasanoda felt the worst. He felt as if he had just betrayed her again.
Still, the three boys continued to study their tedious equations until one of them happened to glance at the clock. Seeing as it was five minutes until the class would have been over, they decided to stop for today, and pack things up. Kasanoda decided that he would go home, and the two other boys had to go to their club meeting. They parted ways, and said their goodbyes. They walked together, until they caught sight of their younger student. Reiko.
"Oi! OI REIKO! REIKO CAN YOU EVEN HEAR ME!? REIKO?"
"What!?" She sounded rather irritated and turned to face Taro, her jet-black hair twirling as she did so. His eyes widened slightly as she did this. It was as if he was beginning to see a different side to her. He was seeing the side of her that he never saw in the clubroom.
"Taro…Taro what do you want?" Reiko asked him. He didn't respond however. He just kept staring at her long dark hair. The way it shimmered in the artificial light somehow made him feel at ease. Finally, since he wasn't going to say anything, his best friend spoke for him.
"We were going to go to the clubroom. Are you coming today?"
"Of course I am!" she said somewhat appalled "Hana-senpai and I are re-arranging the books."
"So then let's get going then." She agreed, and began to walk in front. Takeru took a few steps forward, but turned around when he realized he was missing something. There he stood. Taro. Completely unaware of what was going on around him, and surely fighting a battle in his mind. The brown haired boy walked back to Taro, and placed a hand on his shoulders.
"Come on Taro. Master's gonna be mad at us if we're late."
But Taro just stood. Gazing further ahead to the object that caught him off guard. To the girl whose hair mentally awaken him. Just looking past everyone in the crowding hallways, all he could see was her, and he didn't know why. As if the other side of his brain won, he awoke from his state of hypnosis. His eyes reflected the light from the window, and he nodded his head, and began to pace forward. Wanting to catch up with the younger girl.
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"Senpai…I can ex" she was cut off, but not by an angry voice. She was cut off by his voice.
"What were you doing? With them of all people?!"
She hesitantly said to him, as he dragged her away "I can explain senpai, please let me explain."
He stopped, and was about to let her explain, when he glanced over his shoulders to see the infamous Shadow King smirking in their direction. It took him a millisecond for him to realize where he was actually looking. And with that, he squeezed her wrist tighter and moved at a quicker pace. Clearly she was confused, as was he. Why was he so suddenly worried about a guy looking at a girl? It's not like it was anything out of the ordinary…was it?
"What is there to explain? You were about to go into the Host Club, that much I know."
"But it's just that!" She protested, "I didn't want to go into there!"
He remained silent; knowing that in the middle of a hallway was no place to talk about private matters. So he continued to hold onto her wrist and guide her to the clubroom. Yet, he was happy that she hadn't pushed him away, or told him to let go of her wrist. She let him hold onto her, which meant she wanted to get to know him. He prayed to himself that he could keep this girl's friendship, if not anything else. Soon they were at their clubroom door. And as soon as his hand graced the doorknob, the wood transformed into a darker colour. He entered the darkness, bringing her along, and they found themselves in the middle of the room. The dark door had been closed, and the candelabras had enchanted themselves into flickering teardrops of flame. He sat down on his winged chair, and dropped his head into his hands. His aura filled the room, and uneasiness filled her heart.
"Senpai? Are you alright?"
He didn't respond. How could he respond? She had almost betrayed the club, and she wanted to know if he was alright!? How did this girl think?
"Senpai, whether you want to believe or not, I didn't want to go in there…" She paused, and glanced at him. He still buried his head away avoiding her gaze. Sensing that he wouldn't talk for a while, she continued on,
"It was in my last class. Sensei's a real nut-job, and said 'Let's all go to the Host Club and eat cake!'" And at that, she smiled a fake smile, in an attempt to retrieve his attention. She sighed when it had no effect "And then Kyouya made it a whole girly-girl get-together and I got dragged along with it. I was trying to get Taro to switch clothes with me to take my place…but he didn't want to."
He looked up after she had said this. Did she really try to get away?
"And if it weren't for you, I'd probably be held captive by Kira and he'd be forcing me to eat cake and talk about boys with some Misa-Misa wannabee." He chuckled at this. He didn't really understand why she would call him Kira, but the thought of Hanako dressing as a preppy girl almost brought a smile to his face. It was a good thing that his face was still in his hands.
"So I should be thanking you, senpai."
At this, he found his cue to look up, and when he did, a lovely smile graced her face. He was looking into her deep eyes and could have sworn he couldn't bring his eyes away. No matter what he did, nothing was able to take his eyes away from her. She began to move towards the books, but he grabbed her arm instinctively. He didn't want her to leave him. He still wanted to get to know her.
"Just don't do it again." He said, but she knew better than to break this promise. She nodded her head, and he turned to the fireplace. Above the mantle had been a fairly small hard covered book. He picked it up, and lightly tossed it her, and she caught it.
"You tried to get Taro to give you his clothes?" He asked knowing how that conversation might have gone. He laughed at the mere thought of taro being in the girl's uniform.
"Yeah. I wonder if he'd pass for a girl."
"I wonder myself."
They laughed lightly together as they both thought of his appearance in the girl's uniform and suddenly, then door opened behind them, trailing in light as it made it way to the wall.
"So you two are already in here?" Takeru said nonchalantly.
"Oh, Hana-chan! How was your visit to the Host Club?" Taro asked, almost accusingly. Reiko gasped,
"You went into the Host Club?! Why Hana-senpai?"
Hanako stared blankly at Reiko, who was so easily moved by raw emotion, and glared at Taro, for digging up the topic from the grave. The Dark Lord cleared his throat and began to speak.
"Actually, Taro I got there just before she even stepped into the music room."
"Aww so she didn't go inside at all?" He said disappointed. "That's too bad. Good thing you have such luck."
"No, it's a good thing that Kira likes to take the road less travelled."
All three of them, Taro, Takeru and Reiko tilted their heads in confusion. "Kira?"
Her eyes lost all emotion as she stared at the group. She repeated for their better understanding "Ootori Kyouya…"
Taro laughed, and she was still seen with dark slits for eyes. Then Reiko placed a hand on her shoulder, and Hanako looked up.
"Look I came! Let's sort out the books now!"
The life came back into her eyes, and she emitted a sweet laugh before she followed Reiko to one of the tall bookshelves. In order for one of them to get to the top, Hanako had to climb onto Reiko's shoulders. It wasn't very sturdy, but if she didn't stay on for long, they wouldn't have to worry.
This is better, Nekozawa thought. We're all one family now. Taro the Stupid. Takeru the Quiet. Reiko the Stubborn. Myself the Leader, and our newest edition Hanako the…He watched in amusement as Hanako and Reiko struggled to get a book that they needed from the top shelf. Soon she had seen the book, and grabbed it. But as she did, she lost her footing, and fell on top of her underclassman. As she repetitively apologized for her fall, Nekozawa found out what she was in their family.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I JUST WANNA FIGHT SOME HOLLOWS AND KILL THEM TO DEATH AND ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHGGGGHGHGHHHHHHHHHHHH
Sorry, got a little, "carried away" well tomorrow is school! maybe the guy i like will be REALLY nice to me (though i highly HIGHLY doubt it)
Ja ne! ♥
