"Hey you photographer girl."
I turned and looked and there standing behind me was three girls.
"Yeah what do you want?" I looked down at their arms and noticed that they had dark blue just like me.
"We want you to leave this school and never come back. Mori is ours and you can't have him."
"I think Takashi is the one who has the say in that not you."
"We will see about that commoner."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
"I am no commoner."
"Right like I believe that."
"I am the heir to Faa family, daughter of the King of Gypsys. I am more royalty than you."
"You are a homeless bitch that needs to go back where you came from and leave us be."
I was holding back so hard, I couldn't release the pent up rage on these girls. If I did that, they would be dead and I couldn't have that. However, the lead girl came at me with furry in her eyes. Once she was close, enough she pulled a knife on me. I watched her closely not moving and hardly breathing I was sizing her up, she probably thought I was scared, good that would throw her off when I attack. She walked closer and I could see where she planned to place her knife. I continued to leave that place open so she could try her best. Once she was close, enough she ran at me full speed. I didn't move and inch until the last second. In that, second I pulled the bottom half of my skirt and whipped it around her hand that held the knife and ripped it from her hand flinging across the school grounds. She backed off to readjust and came at me again. I placed my hand on the rail behind me and flipped over the rail and to the ground below the balcony, which were two stories below. The girls ran to the rail to see me land and tumble over, I jumped up from the ground and smiled up at her. She glared down at me and stormed inside. I smiled please that I didn't have to fight her. I walked in the direction that I threw the knife and picked it up. I walked back to the party and went to look for Kyouya. I had to tell him about the hostile girls at the party.
~Takashi's POV~
I had danced with almost all of my guests but I couldn't find Talia. I had danced across the whole floor but couldn't find her. I saw three of my guests run in from the balcony and walked over to see what was going on. I got out there and saw Talia walking off. I hoped she wasn't leaving because of them. I watched hoping I was wrong. Then I saw her heading back to the school with something shiny in her hands. I had to find out what was going on. I ran to meet her as she came in.
"Talia what is that you have?"
"A knife that was pulled on me. I am taking it to Kyouya."
"Who those girls I saw running back inside."
She nodded and pushed past me. Why was she acting like this? I followed her.
"Talia!"
She turned. "What Takashi?"
"What's wrong?"
"Well apparently having feelings for you means I am going to get knifed. So I am giving this to Kyouya and I am leaving."
She walked away before I could stop her. She merged with the crowd. I looked around to find Kyouya I saw him just as Talia was walking up to him.
~Kyouya's POV~
I watched as Talia walked up to me. Wondering what was going on, she looked mad.
"Some of the guests her don't seem to like my presence. I am leaving; you boys have a good life with your obsessed fans."
She slapped something on to my chest as she walked by and up to the clubroom. I then had Mori run up to me.
"Where did she go?"
"Don't know. What is going on?"
"Hana and her girls pulled that on Talia and told her to get lost. Now she is leaving."
"For good from the sounds of it. You better go stop her I will deal with Hana."
Takashi ran towards Talia and I went to find Miss Yami and her friends.
~Talia's POV~
I ran to the clubroom and threw myself onto the couch I had woken up on all those months ago. I hadn't cried any many years. I had hardened my heart so that I wouldn't have a reason to cry again. The memory from the last time I cried came rushing through my mind.
It was just after my fourth kill. This person had deserved to die. I watched him for months. He was just like his father cruel heartless and a killer himself. Unlike like me he didn't kill humans he killed animals. He was a natural born sociopath. I wasn't crying because I had to kill him that was a justified meaningful kill. I was crying because of all the innocent lives he had taken. I cried for the animals meaninglessly killed for sport.
Now I cried because I had fallen in love with someone I shouldn't have. How could I be so dumb? I should have known better, these guys have psycho fans. I sat up and wiped the tears from my eyes. I stood and walked over to my bag and picked it up. I walked over to the changing room and changed into my clothes. I walked back out and there standing in the clubroom looking right at me, looking hurt and mad was Takashi. I dropped my bag and walked over to the window. I knew he wouldn't let me leave without talking to him first.
~Takashi's POV~
I watched Talia walk from the changing room, it was clear from her face that she had been crying. She dropped her bag and walked over to the window. I followed her; I didn't want her to leave.
"Talia, Kyouya is handling Hana. I am sorry she did that to you."
"You have nothing to apologize for. It wasn't you that did it."
"No but it was because of me."
She turned towards me, "You didn't do anything wrong. It's not your fault she is crazy."
"Please don't leave."
"Even if Kyouya does handle it she will still mess with me at school."
"Fine then just doesn't come to the school. You were home schooled before you enrolled in Ouran right?"
"Yeah mostly, when I didn't have a job that involved a student."
"Then keep doing the home school thing, but stay in Japan with me."
"Who's to say she won't follow me home and find out where I live."
"Then stay at my place tonight. I will take you home tomorrow."
"Ok. Fine, I will stay."
I step closer to her and pull her into my arms. I place my head on top of hers, and just hold her to me.
"Takashi, I love you."
"I love you too Talia." I pull back and kiss her.
~Talia's POV~
"Takashi I love you."
"I love you too Talia." He kisses me. The kiss is full of every ounce of feel he has for me. I try my best to put the same amount of feeling into the kiss I return to him. I had never kissed someone before.