"His eyes, they're violet."
"The color of the passion that burns in my heart for you," said the Host King to the stuttering girl. She had been talking to her friends, not Tamaki. She was obviously a new member of the hosts' fans. Kyouya rolled his eyes and turned back to his computer. Those three were late, as usual. He looked up as the door opened. In walked Haruhi, Kaoru, Hikaru, and… a girl. When she walked in, black roses swirled around the room, and her dark yet beautiful appearance was noted by everyone… except for the oblivious Host King, who did not look up. Kyouya's eyebrows snapped together. He hadn't heard anything about this new girl. Why not? It was obvious she was new. She was dressed differently than everyone else. And she had a strange accent too. She was talking to Haruhi about New York. New York… he began typing furiously on his computer.
"Ahh… Caitlyn Kumar. Transfer student from America. Went to school at Stuyvesant… skipped grades… brought back down for Ouran. Full papers haven't arrived yet. Hmm, looks like I'll have to wait to find out about her." He examined her large brown cat eyes barely visible under her sunglasses, her wavy midnight hair, her golden brown skin, and her calm and reserved manner as Huny-Senpai ran up to her and announced that she was pretty, offering her cake, with Mori-Senpai not far behind. Kyouya closed his laptop and put on his best host smile, walking over to the four. Mori-Senpai moved over to make room for Kyouya in the circle. He bent low and took her hand, meaning to kiss it, but she calmly retracted it before he could do so. He noticed the silver band on her finger, with engravings in it. The metal was darkly colored where the engravings were, making it look old. Her other hand had a similar one, although the diamond shaped pattern was slightly different. He raised an eyebrow, and as with everything, masked his surprise and stood up straight. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off.
"What are you, Casanova?"
"…Caitlyn, I assume?"
"And a stalker too. Demon-King, I presume?" Kyouya indulged himself, and let out his surprised laugh.
"Touche..." He turned to Haruhi. "I see you've brought some New York attitude into our midst," he said. Haruhi shrugged.
"I was supposed to show her around the school. She wanted to see who you guys were since, as usual, people were talking about us," she said, obviously bored of everyone's fascination with the Host Club.
"I-" Kyouya began, but was cut off by Tamaki, who swooped in upon seeing the drop-dead-gorgeous girl. He knelt before her, taking a dramatic pose with his hand to his heart, the other reached out towards her.
"What have I done to be graced by your dark beauty? You are like a-"
"And this is the Host King," she said dryly, turning to Haruhi. "You're right; he's an idiot." Tamaki froze and retreated to his corner, sulking. The twins laughed.
"Good job, Caitlyn!" they cried together, giving her a thumbs up. She simply raised her eyebrow, then fixed her sunglasses in her usual fashion of grabbing the edges of the lens and fixing it on her nose. Haruhi rolled her eyes, and decided to go around the circle announcing names.
"This is Mori-Senpai, Huny-Senpai, Kyouya-Senpai, and Tamaki-Senpai over there in the corner," she said, pointing to each host as she said their names. "This is the Ouran High School Host Club."
"Well, I think that I'm going to stay a little while. Watch you all in action."
"Feel free to stay as long as you like," said Kyouya, unfazed by her cold demeanor.
"Thank you. I will," she responded. All the hosts looked at her, and how she looked defiantly at their Shadow-King with one eyebrow raised.
"She's gonna give him a run for his money…" stated Kaoru so that only the Hosts, but not Kyouya, could hear.
"And that's scary," replied Hikaru. They looked at her and shuddered.
"I like her already," announced Haruhi. "And besides, Kyouya-Senpai might have just met his match… in more ways than one."
"See ya Haruhi. Thanks for taking me around today."
"Not a problem. I'll see you tomorrow," replied Haruhi, waving to Caitlyn. She watched as the girl shut the door to the third music room.
"Well…" started Hikaru.
"She's cute…"said Kaoru.
"So let's have a contest!" they finished together. Tamaki looked up from the coffee he was finishing. Haruhi felt a twinge of something she couldn't name in her chest.
"No," said Tamaki. The twinge disappeared. "I think it's cruel to make a sport of someone's heart. And so what if she's cute? We have many rare and delicate flowers wandering through our gardens. There are many cute girls here."
"Alright. She's gorgeous."
"And she's not delicate," finished Kaoru.
"Our new toy!" they cried happily.
"Pft. I think she was the one toying with you two. She's not your type," Haruhi replied. The twins looked up from their devious planning. An oblivious Haruhi pressed on, ticking points off on her fingers. "I mean, she's dark, she's got a temper, she's punk or goth or whatever. And she's not afraid of Kyouya-Senpai, which is something that you certainly can't say. And she's a little too…feral for you two. I mean, not in a bad way. Americans are all about freedom and independence. I guess she just had a little extra dose..." She trailed off, thinkng. The twins looked at each other, then shrugged indifferently. They never learned.
"All the more reason to make it a contest. Is everyone participating?" they asked mischievously. Huny-Senpai didn't say anything, which was odd. He usually participated in such things. Because of that, Mori-Senpai didn't say anything as well. The twins turned to Tamaki, but he didn't say anything either, which was even more scary.
"Milord?" Tamaki shrugged, although no one except Haruhi caught his glance towards her. She rolled her eyes. They then turned on Kyouya. "Come on! It'll be fun! Pleeease?" Kyouya pushed his glasses up so they glared and looked at the twins with death written in his face. They shrunk back and hid behind Tamaki.
"Never mind." They left in a hurry. Tamaki sighed and went back to his coffee. Haruhi watched their retreating firgures, then two more as Huny-Senpai and Mori-Senpai left. She turned to the Shadow Lord, everything in her stature screaming 'I'm nervous'.
"Kyouya-Senpai?"
"Yes Haruhi?" said Kyouya, looking up from his laptop.
"Uh… you're okay with what happened on Saturday, right?" she asked quietly, looking towards Tamaki. He was busy doing something with that teacup. She wasn't quite sure why that coffee was so fascinating… The Shadow King's chuckle broke her out of her thoughts.
"Don't worry about me Haruhi," he said in a way that made her swallow in fear. She wasn't quite sure if that was a good or bad response, but it was a dismissal. She nodded and walked away. Quickly.
She set herself to the task of cleaning up the cups and such that had been left behind. It was always her job, even after she had cleared her debt. She looked around as she worked. It was just her and the host kings. She wasn't sure if she liked the silence or not. She decided the quicker she got out the better, and she moved faster. She finished in a few short minutes and left. Tamaki followed her, and gave her a lift home. She was glad when she locked the door behind her, feeling like she was locking out all her problems.
"Why is nothing in the host club simple?"
(A/N: Sry it's late. I usually update quicker than that, sry. Pls tell me what you think of Caitlyn! I think she's going to sufficiently make things interesting for the last two weeks of school. And summer as well. Review please!)