A/N: I must say..my thanks to the person who had given me this awesome idea..
This chapter...dedicated to...
MY HAIRDRYER!!!
Thanks to it's whirring noises, I was able to get this idea. -nods-
:D
-a plank rams into her head-
Okay, kidding. xD To Mistress G and all the x's that I was too lazy to accurately write. :F Kay, so I ignored the duking it out part, but then I was like...huh...o.o The rivalry part wasn't the best I could make it. D:
Gomene. D:
And also to...Kumori Koi Chan! And all the complicated stuff in it. D: Darn, you guys are confussing! You're really pushy, you know that? xDDDD Jus' kiddin. :D
Disclaimer; NO OWN OURAN HIGHSCHOOL HOST CLUB!!! But my closet, yes. :D
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"Kyouya, are you sure that the twins are up to something?" a voice whispered. A rustling of trees and bushes sounded throughout the night. A disgruntled blonde climbed from the bushes and sighed deeply. "Why are you even caring?"
"Look, you idiot, there's something obviously wrong with the picture. I saved Haruhi without thinking…at all," the raven-haired teen whispered back as he stealthily climbed down the tree. "And you're complaining? Oh jeez, I'm climbing trees without an arm, here."
No, no, no. Kyouya did NOT cut off his arm. It was in a cast, that's all. A big clumsy cast and Kyouya's even lucky that it didn't go clonking into the bark. Tamaki shook his hair free of the leaves that was on his head, and frowned.
"Why am I crawling in bushes again?"
"I can't possibly crawl with a big cast in the way, can I now?"
"But it doesn't make sense that you're climbing trees," Tamaki retorted, as he peeled himself from the bushes, revealing a leaf-covered pajama. He looked at Kyouya who was analyzing the side of the Hitachiin mansion. "Kyoooouyaaaaaa, why are we doing this again?"
His raven eyes narrowed at the only lit room in the house. "Because…something's up."
Kyouya held up a cell phone to his ears, "Hitachiin's territory had been completely infiltrated; hack into the security cameras and be sure to replace the tape with a duplicate." There were murmurs in the phone and Kyouya nodded; he snapped the phone shut and turned to answer Tamaki's questioning stare. "Of course, the twins, as of now, are attending a party that I have hosted."
"How can you host a party if you're here sneaking into a house?!" Tamaki hissed. Kyouya gave him a glare before moving towards the high walls of the mansion.
"I had made my father do it for me instead," Kyouya muttered distractedly as he observed the slight ledges that were around the lit window. "He had invited Yuzuha-san and the twins concerning something about their job. The twins are there and they don't expect anything to happen."
"Sneaky," Tamaki said as he scrunched up his nose in disgust. "You'd actually go as far to break into someone's house."
Kyouya shrugged as he picked up a rock from the ground. "You decided to come with me, so here you are."
"Pray tell what you're going to do with that rock?"
Kyouya looked at his best friend irritatingly. Sometimes he wish the loudmouth would just shut the hell up when he's doing something important. Kyouya glared at him and juggled the rock in his hand.
"I'm going to commit murder."
"Hah? No one's here you know. If you want to kill-…" he went silent, as he understood what his friend was talking about. "WAITTAMINUTE! YOU'RE GOING TO-"
WHAM
"Shut up, please," Kyouya said bluntly after whacking the Suoh in the head with his fist. The Ohtori glared up at the window and with a swing of his unbroken hand, the rock went sailing through the window.
CRASH
Silence.
"What's supposed to happen now?"
"Shut up, Tamaki," Kyouya hissed, almost tempted to shove his cast into the large mouth of his. As they walked closer to the wall, there were slight crunching noises and the two second-years looked down at their feet.
There were glass…glass…a scratch laptop…more glass…a mouse…broken glass…wait…
"What the hell is a laptop doing here?" Kyouya asked himself, as he bent down to pick up the neglected machinery. It had cracked; the keyboard was currently missing some buttons, the glass shattered.
The Ohtori ignored Tamaki's comment about how crude the twins were and pressed the power button until it flickered on. In an instant, Kyouya closed the lid and stood up, the laptop tucked underneath his arm. "Tamaki, can you see if the security cameras are off?"
"How do I do that?" he asked in disbelief. Kyouya snorted and rolled his eyes at him.
"Entertain yourself by dancing in front of it, I'll call Squad Five to see if they recorded an idiot doing to can-can."
Tamaki burned bright red. OF COURSE he would NEVER do the can-can!!! It was too embarrassing, and he couldn't possibly do that dance alone. It was preposterous and what if the twins really obtained that footage of him dancing? What would become of his dignity?!
No, Tamaki thought, I won't do that.
Silence.
"How about the waltz?"
"Just do whatever you want," Kyouya said tiredly. "I don't give a damn anymore. "
The idiot blonde head nodded vigorously and skipped off to find a security camera, leaving the Shadow King alone at the walls of the house. Knowing now that the idiot was gone, Kyouya could easily open the laptop and observe what it has.
Despite the cracking screen, Kyouya still could navigate across the desktop. He explored the files in the laptop and found that it was…
"Empty?" Kyouya asked himself as he moved the cursor elsewhere. This was no doubt the twin's computer, and if they were up to something it would be in this laptop. Reason why they chucked it out the window.
Unknown.
"Hmm?" he hummed to himself interestedly, once he clicked on a file that said: "Received Videos". Sitting inside were four folders, each labeled with a name. Kyouya's eyes landed on something that clearly said 'Kyouya' and the one next to it that read 'Tamaki'.
Clicking on his file first, sitting inside were three video clips. Kyouya blinked at the names and read it out loud to himself, "Library…Library Incident…Hospital…" Feeling awfully curious, he clicked on the middle.
In a flash, a window opened and started to play the video clip. His eyes widened as he watched the scene where the bookshelf was falling on him and Haruhi. Kyouya's face remained emotionless as it stopped.
There was one thing that he knew now…
The twins…they were spying on him. No, not only him. The whole Host Club except themselves! Returning to the video section, Kyouya now clicked on Tamaki's file. It was now or never would he see what the twins did with him…or rather…what Tamaki did to Haruhi.
There were three files as well. Hallway Kiss, Kitchen Incident, Cupcake Batter Lick. Whoever thought of these names are so weird, Kyouya thought, as his cursor moved over to the first one. He would have to watch all three of it.
Why?
Something called curiosity, and it's damn addicting.
Kyouya watched the video begin. It started in the halls, where Tamaki and Haruhi were standing in. In a second, Tamaki leaned in and planted a kiss on Haruhi's forehead. He blinked as he realized that his best friend had done what he thought he would never do.
His face became passive the more he watched what happened. The cupcake making…Tamaki and Haruhi were together doing it. Kyouya only blinked uninterestedly as he fast forwarded their moment.
That was until the last bit. Tamaki had accidentally flung some batter onto Haruhi's face. His raven orbs watched his best friend take Haruhi's head…and slowly…slowly…begin to lick it off from the corner of her mouth.
"Kyouya?"
Snap
"What is it?" he asked, hiding the laptop underneath his arm. His glasses shone underneath the night sky so Tamaki found it hard to see what his friend was thinking. Kyouya asked more aggressively, "Are you done dancing like an idiot?"
Taken back slightly by his suddenly rough attitude, Tamaki took a precaution. "Uh, yes in fact I did it."
"Great," he spat, standing up from the ground. "There's nothing here, I'm taking the laptop to do further research on their antics."
Tamaki only blinked. Why did he suddenly want to leave? Tamaki could never understand his friend's complicated mind even if he tried. The Ohtori walked away, flipping out his cell phone to call the squads to retreat.
He didn't understand why he was that angry towards Tamaki at that very moment; he never lost his cool before and lucky that he didn't now. In fact, Kyouya felt a sudden surge of emotions as he laid his raven orbs on the Suoh. Kyouya shook his head and wiped a bead of sweat off his brow.
It must've been his head, Kyouya told himself. And he wouldn't think of it anymore. Not until that mysterious feeling rises up again.
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Kyouya lay on his large bed watching the laptop with an unreadable face on. He wasn't disturbed of Mori's moment with Haruhi or Honey's. What distracted him the most…
"Tamaki," he growled, glaring as he watched the two together. Kyouya caught himself and rolled to the side from the laptop; he shook his head and slapped it once or twice. He was supposed to find out what was so strange with what each of the four Hosts did.
The Ohtori…found his thoughts clouded by Tamaki and Haruhi together. Why? Why did he suddenly feel like he hated them?
No.
Hated Tamaki?
The teenager stared up at the ceiling of his and frowned. Perhaps, he's letting the video get to his head. Kyouya closed his eyes and evened his irregular breathing; no, he just found the video disturbing…that's all. Nothing else.
Placing that fact in his head, Kyouya moved the laptop onto his lap as he sat up. The Ohtori replayed every video there and as he watched himself, he realized the blush that was painted on his face.
"Why's that there?" he asked himself, zooming in real close into his face. Well, no…Kyouya wasn't a narcissist like Tamaki was; the Ohtori would NEVER obsess over himself. What caught his eye was the blush located on his face. THAT was strange.
And here he was trying so hard to not smash the laptop to pieces because of it. Damn the twins, damn the twins.
Oh god, if they ever decided to blackmail him…
TREACHERY!
…Or something like that. He grumbled under his breath and shut off the laptop. He lay in bed, his unhurt arm lying underneath his head. His thoughts wandered to Tamaki. Somehow, there was this lurching feeling in his stomach or at the pit of his chest.
The more he thought about Tamaki and Haruhi together the more the feeling was made obvious. He frowned and moved the laptop onto a desk nearby. Slipping into his sheets, Kyouya stared up at the ceiling.
Haruhi…was something special. To make him be able to blush...that was a foreign object that made its way into his face. Kyouya couldn't remember when he jumped to save Haruhi from the book shelf. What was wrong with him anyways?
He was sure that getting hurt was…something that he didn't want to see happen, Kyouya mused. But if it was Haruhi…
'She could have died,' Kyouya thought to himself.
The book case was heavy…too heavy for someone like her, he was even lucky that he hadn't crushed anything else except his forearm. And Haruhi…Haruhi was the one who made him protect her no matter what.
But what made him blush, was another question that was bugging him. Kyouya's head was swarming with a lot of thoughts, each thought led to another and soon it became very hard to keep track of what he was thinking.
His mind couldn't help but go to the thought of Tamaki. All those 'father-to-daughter- affections are now starting to bug him. What was so significant about an idiot blonde? Why did Haruhi let Tamaki show affection to her?
And…
Why did she kiss him back?
Kyouya heard someone hissing with displeasure and was surprised to find out that he was the one who had let out such a noise. His fingers made its way to the switch on the table-side lamp and snapped it closed.
------------------------------------------------Next day: Lunch Break
"Kyouya!"
"What do you want?" he hissed in reply. Tamaki continued on, like an oblivious fool (Because he IS one!), and started to blab about how little attention he was getting from his bestest, best, best, best, GOD-WORTHY, best, best, AWESOME, best, best friend.
Never before in his life did Kyouya felt like sending the idiot to his grave. The Ohtori was in an awful mood, not that someone WOKE him up at six a.m, it was because he had this very disgusting nightmare that woke him up at four a.m.
Kyouya never was a Low-Pressure Demon Lord EVER in school. That was because: Kyouya was sure to unplug his phone, shut off his cell phone, seal his room with noise proof material, and have security guards guard every inch of the perimeter of his room from raving mad blondes.
"If you're not going to say anything important, get out of my face," he deadpanned, cutting Tamaki short from his rant about his dream that involved him being in a maid uniform. Kyouya tried to walk away from his friend, but of course.
"Wherever the master goes, the servant will follow."
Or.
"Wherever Mommy goes, Daddy will follow."
Or.
"Wherever the worm is, the bird will be present."
"Oh god, Tamaki, SHUT UP. I am NOT a worm."
"No, no, dear okaasan, that was just a phrase-"
SLAM
Tamaki saw a door in his face. He rapped on the door with his fists. "Hey, Kyouya! Kyouya!!!"
"DAMMIT, SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO USE THE BATHROOM, YOU BONE HEAD!"
Silence.
All the guys that were inside the bathroom stared at Tamaki like: (O.O Wtf? …Pervert.)
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"Oh dear, Kyouya, what upsets you so?" Tamaki asked, persisting to keep in step with Kyouya as he walked briskly down the halls. Obviously, trying to lose the idiot would never happen.
Kyouya gritted his teeth and had to pinch himself from punching Tamaki on the face, "Oh gee. I don't know."
"You can always talk to me about it! I'm your most bestest friend!"
The raven-head looked at Tamaki. Loathe started to build up inside of him, but he did his best to conceal it on his features. Pushing up his glasses with his free hand, Kyouya said stoically, "It's nothing, Tamaki. You shouldn't get so worked up over me."
"If this is about Haruhi, it's alright. I…" he covered the blush on his face. "…know that I…like her."
The Ohtori stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at Tamaki with a glare. "Dammit, Tamaki, I KNOW that," Kyouya growled, his hand clenching into a fist. "You don't have to flounce around carrying it like a neon sign. I KNOW, you understand?"
The blonde took a step back from his angered friend. He held up his hands in defense for himself. "Hey…what are you so mad about?"
"Haruhi. Does. Not. Care. For. You," he hissed, glaring at him with his utmost loathing. "Can you just stop forcing your feelings onto her? Because when you do, you're making me sick. Because obviously you're not the only one in the club that likes her!"
Tamaki stared at his friend; his blue eyes were wide with recognition. "Kyouya…" Tamaki studied his angry form. "What are you saying?"
This built more irritation on him. "Now what are you going to do?" Kyouya said, more calmly this time. "How are you so sure that Haruhi will accept you? You have to fight against so much people to be able to win her."
He remained speechless.
"Give up, Tamaki," he said venomously. "She will NEVER love you."
"It's too soon to judge," the blonde retorted, his usual happy eyes turned cold. "It's more worthwhile if I tried than give up."
"Worthwhile," Kyouya snorted. "Sure. Waste your time in gaining her love when she thinks the same of you. Just idiotic, clumsy Tamaki-"
Tamaki's eyes were hidden and he interrupted. "Shut up!" He looked up and stared icily at his best friend. "I have a life, Kyouya. You aren't the controller of my life. I do what I want and do what I please. If you stand by and then suddenly interrupt-"
"Selfish," he smirked. "You're selfish." He turned around from his friend. "It seems like I'm not the only one who noticed."
The teenager stood there alone as his 'best' friend walked away from him. He clenched his fists and then unclenched it. In a swift movement, Tamaki was heading the other way.
------------------------------Now…with the first-years…
"Ara, Kaoru! I have to get something," Hikaru cried, patting his younger brother on the back. Kaoru blinked at him as he started walking out the door. "You and Haruhi can go to the meeting first!"
"Wai-…he's already gone," Kaoru said disappointedly to himself, as his twin disappeared through the crowd. Haruhi looked up from her bag and at Kaoru.
"What's wrong?"
"…I think he was supposed to fetch something or whatever," the younger twin said. He smiled at her. "Well, Dono told us that we have to walk to…uh…what was it?"
"You mean that little restaurant that opened?" Haruhi asked, tapping her cheek. "Why would Tamaki-sempai choose to go there?"
"I don't know," Kaoru said, running his fingers through his hair. "It's a long walk there, so we should get going."
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"Oh jeez," Hikaru said to himself, walking briskly down the halls. "I can't believe I completely forgot my math textbook."
With himself in the lone halls, Hikaru couldn't help but feel someone tracking his every move…or…following him. Every so often he would hear the swishing of cloth and peek over his shoulder to see what was there.
Nothing.
'How creepy,' he thought, a sweat drop on his head. It was almost three o' clock and the halls AREN'T empty at this particular time. That was just strange. Nevertheless, Hikaru kept walking towards his designated area.
He turned to a corner and quickly opened the broom closet. The paranoia was starting to get to his head. Lying inside were scattered papers, a large textbook, and some pencils. Hikaru laughed lightly to himself, trying so hard to shake off the feeling of someone was creeping up on him.
Oh thank god, the janitor didn't take his books away.
Opening his bag, Hikaru quickly packed everything inside of it. He didn't care if the papers were crushed and roughed up; Hikaru just wanted to leave!
He froze. No…not that he WANTED to freeze up. Something black started to creep up his feet and journeyed up his body. Hikaru couldn't move at all, his golden orbs widened as the shadows reached up his face. A voice whispered into his ear.
'You're in my way.'
He couldn't even gulp or say anything because he felt the darkness squeeze the air out of him.
'Begone.'
A muffled yell was heard and the blackness swallowed up Hikaru, only leaving his now forgotten book bag.
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"Naa, look at the sky, Haruhi, it's going to rain," Kaoru complained as he stared at the dark gloomy sky from their trail. He glanced behind them where the pink buildings of Ouran was present. "Hikaru's been gone for a long while…"
Haruhi looked up from the ground and glanced around the road. "We're the only two around…"
Kaoru sighed deeply. "That sucks. It gives me the impression that something bad is going to happen and that no one would be here but us." He gave Haruhi a knowing glance. "You get what I mean?"
"I think so," Haruhi replied, her eyes kept on the sky.
He shuddered, as he traveled slightly away from Haruhi. That's right, she still has the bubblegum effect in her mouth and if he gets too close…
KABAM
Kiss without a second thought. Kaoru couldn't help but glance at the sky every so often. The clouds seem to get heavier and heavier, like it would drop suddenly on them when they least expected.
It would be like a sudden downfall and they'd be running to shelter like mad chickens without any head for comfort.
KRA-BOOM
Shit. Perfect timing too.
"Egah! It's raining! Haruhi-" Kaoru shouted through the rain. He stopped in mid-run and saw that she collapsed on the floor, swirlies replacing her eyes. Kaoru paled and gaped at the burnt black mark that was placed right before Haruhi.
Meaning…
She's attracting lightning?
Kaoru had NO time to theorize and think logically at this situation. Instead of doing the thinking, he swooped down and grabbed her shoulders and gave a wild shake. "OY, HARUHIIIIII!!! YOU KNOW WHAT?! YOU'RE ATTRACTING THE LIGHTNING BOLTS! SO LET'S MAKE A DEAL! WHY NOT GET UP AND WALK TO SAFETY? EH?!"
Her head flopped to a side. Kaoru's eyes widened. Okay, so she wasn't listening to him so…what other option then…
Kaoru quickly grabbed Haruhi by her arm and flung it over his neck, his other hand took her waist. Kaoru had to move her personally if he had to…
One step.
Dang, she's so heavy…
His golden eyes landed on their now wet bookcases on the floor. Damn homework. He had no right to be unfair and leave homework lying on the ground to be killed. They were important to school, even though Kaoru would want to leave it there to rot and die.
And so, the younger Hitachiin placed Haruhi onto the ground and strung the cases onto one of his arms. Bending over Haruhi, Kaoru gave her a gentle slap on the face. "Hellooooo? Wake up? Not a good time for you to-"
BOOM
"EEEEEEEE!!!"
"Awesome! You woke up!"
Silence.
"Hey! HEY! HARUHI!" Kaoru exclaimed, his face flushed red because of distress and because Haruhi had grabbed his neck out of instinct and then fainted. So we get the picture? Good. Now onto the romance...?
BOOM
"WAAAH!"
Kaoru had narrowly dodged a lightning bolt that struck only a foot away from him. His eyes widened, and he struggled to pick her up…bridal-style. And good god, that wasn't easy. The younger Hitachiin finally stabilized himself on the ground.
"Oh damn Kami, why me?"
KRA-KOOM
"ECK!"
Nearly fried, nearly fried…
And Kaoru ran for safety.
That is if he could find any safety, because…oh hohohoho…this thunderstorm is just the beginning.
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A/N: I'll make it Kaoru's turn. If you weren't paying real attention to the last chapter like I was, you didn't notice that Kaoru's turn...hadn't come yet. :P I was thinking about it. If he was seriously affected by the strawberry thing, then he wouldn't have put the pill in her mouth.
In fact, he's a sly one. (BWAHAHAHA!) And so MADE it seem like he had his turn.
Oh god, I didn't know that. o.o How creepeh...And OH...yeah...Tamaki and Kyouya, what's gonna happen to them?!
How about Hikaru? Where is he?
Pfffft, I can't care less about where he went. -snorts- No evil dark forces playin around here! And don't forget to reveiw! SPEAK YOUR THOUGHTS!!!
-JA!