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Tamaki and Kyoya with a Sprinkle of Paranoia

Heck… Kyoya's POV!

I sat cross-legged on the way to school. Tamaki sat across from me in the limo, looking very lax for once. I held my laptop on my leg, while trying to ignore the heat from the device.

I stared very intensely at the screen. It was an article… about a certain circus with a curious name. Tamaki called over to me.

"Oi! Kyoya, we're here! Let's go~" Tamaki waited for the chauffeur to open the door, and he pranced on outside. Immediately, you could hear the female population react to seeing their "king".

I could imagine what he was doing at this very moment. Waving his hand, telling everyone to come to the Host Club and to have a great day and such; it's what he did every day.

I smirked, setting down my pen. I made a note to update my profiles of Thea and Mirage Bellavio. Who would've thought they were in a circus, they don't have incredible features (other than their height). You wouldn't really call them "circus material". Their circus is pretty well-known, though. Not in Japan, which is why no one else has noticed yet. They're more famous in places like Canada, America, and the northern European countries.

I wonder why they kept it a secret; this information is nowhere in the school archives. Possibly because their circus has been less noteworthy lately, and they didn't want anyone to know…? Or they're going to school now to recover…? Well, whatever the reason, I'm sure this new information will be useful… I'll have to use it against them.

I searched "Mirage Bellavio" in the browser. Suddenly, a very suspicious and interesting article popped up.

"What could this be?" I was about to click it when Tamaki's head popped in.

"Kyoya, what are you waiting for? You okay?" I looked up at him, giving the "king" a reassuring smile.

"Everything is absolutely wonderful, Tamaki." I closed my laptop, opting to save that piece of information for later. I walked out of the limo, readjusting my glasses and giving a slight wave to the adoring fans.

Whatever the Bellavio family has been hiding will not be in the closet for long, I am positive about that.

Tazz's POV

I waved goodbye to Mirage, and watched her waft through the crowd of blue and yellow until I couldn't see the blonde trail of hair any longer.

After a while, I groaned. I never thought I'd last this long in school. I'm glad no one's found out yet, I really don't want to deal with that. Overall, I've made a couple friends with the girls here (they can be normal sometimes!) and the host club. I wonder how long it'll last.

Mirage, why'd you have to remind me? I was having a great time, and she just had to ruin it, I see her pessimism. Tch.

I made my way through the other girls and guys, receiving waves and dubious looks. Am I really that freakishly tall? Meh…

I had some time to get lost, and guess what? I did! It was nowhere near the Host Club, so I probably won't be seeing them soon. I walked around aimlessly until I found this weird, gothic style door. I looked under the crack in the door to find black and purple auras seething out. I widened my eyes and backed away from the door.

Did we have some sort of occult club in this school?

All at once, the door flung open to reveal a hunched figure, who quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me in, shutting the door behind me.

"What the f- hey, I can't see anything in here. Maybe it's one of those blind rooms where people's senses are heightened and tested…?" I wondered aloud, to no one in particular. I forgot someone dragged me in here…

Then, someone seemed to recite a poem, a guy? "Praise the darkness…"

"…?" I cocked my head in the black room.

"…sheathe the light…" Once again, that person continued. I'm pretty sure it was my kidnapper.

"Eh…?"

"Bow down to the crepuscular wonders of…" In a blink of an eye, several candles lit up, four on each side of a boy, who raised his arms like he was trying to hug the sky. Doubt he would be the kind to, though.

"THE BLACK MAGIC CLUB!" A girl in all black and a boy dressed similarly came up next to the caped figure, holding up their arms. They looked to me in anticipation.

They were all probably students here, being in a… club. Or occult. Either one would work. The one in the middle was a boy, around 17 probably. He was in a long, dark purple cloak covering his head and full body. I doubt he even wore the blazer. Not that anyone would cross this guy, anyway. His hair seemed to be all black and long, covering his eyes. Creepy. The weirdest thing about him was the little puppet on his left hand; it looked like a little cartoon cat demon.

The other two looked the same; the girl with even bangs and choppy, short black hair and pale skin. The boy had long black-silver hair with glasses (not as hot as Kyoya's, but… it made him look older). Both students sported dark blue eyes and gothic clothing.

I sweatdropped. Occult stuff disturbed me, not to mention it was kind of silly.

"Um… what does crepuscular mean?" I asked, rubbing my temples. They all fell on the ground, groaning. The one in the middle recovered and stood up.

"Greetings and welcome to the Black Magic Club. I am president Umehito Nekozawa. Pleasure. Don't open the door. Light is death." He held out his hand, and I think he was staring at my hand reaching for the handle. Damn, so close, and yet so far.

"Hey, Shiro, who is this chick? I think I've seen her before. Around school, maybe?" The girl casually spoke out to the glasses boy whose name was obviously Shiro.

Shiro looked at me for a bit. It was kind of awkward. He wasn't checking me out, right? Mirage would slap him right then and there. Sometimes I love my overprotective sister, sometimes I'm annoyed by her.

"…Ah, yes." He said in a cool, smooth voice. Not as matured as Kyoya's, but a bit younger, like he only just got into puberty. "This is Bellavio, Thea. Second year, age 17. Prefers the nickname Tazz." Shiro articulated. It's like he was getting it right out of the computer!

"Heh. Cool chiz. You're the one I keep seeing with those Hosts." The girl held her hand on her waist. Not a very proper heiress, eh?

"Yeah, they're my friends. So, um…" I was about to turn around when the Nekozawa guy held my shoulder. I flinched and turned around, finally seeing his crystal blue eyes. Not bad for an occultist.

"Wait, must you go so soon? At least let us get more acquainted." He expressed in an almost innocent voice. I sighed. I really don't want to anger this guy.

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt." Isn't Tamaki afraid of this dude or something?

Nekozawa held up his puppet, and moved it closer to me. "This is Beelzenef. Say hello to Tazz, Beelzenef." He made the puppet wave, then snicker. "He wonders if you… have ever… been cursed." He started cackling, and let out a very ominous evil laugh. I got the chills. I'm gonna pee my pants! Or… my dress!

"H-Hello…?" I waved slightly. The girl started laughing like crazy. Not like Nekozawa, but a hearty laugh. She came over to me and rubbed my shoulder (not easy to do when you're as tall as me, but she was no shorty).

"Don't mind him, he gets into these episodes. Anyways, I'm Natsumi, 16 years old. That's my brother Shiro, 15 and a first year. Skipped a frikkin grade 'cause he's just that smart. We're the Yamamoto duo."

"Wow, no way! That's pretty cool, no wonder he doesn't have a deep voice. I guess being around the hosts, especially Mori, just makes me think every guy has a deep voice. Well, accept for Honey." I rubbed my neck.

Natsumi laughed again. She's so laid back; I wonder what she's doing… here. There's a better chance of Mirage being here than her. "He can be uptight sometimes, but that's Shiro for you."

"Natsumi-san, please kind stop talking about me when I'm three feet away." Shiro got this angry little pout on his face. It was sort of cute, but he did look really threatening with those shiny glasses and gothic clothing.

"Oh, well jeez Shiro-san , I didn't think it mattered. You're such a stick in the mud anyway." Natsumi stuck her tongue out and waved her hand.

*DONG DONG DONG*

"—Ah. There's the bell. Move along, children." Nekozawa said in a very creepy manner, pushing us out of the door. He quickly shut it.

"His photophobia is albeit strange, but Nekozawa-senpai knows what he is doing. Come along, Natsumi-san. Don't be too friendly with Tazz, she doesn't seem to be the type into what we are into." Shiro, hand in pocket, and dragging Natsumi by the arm, stalked off to class. Natsumi gave me a thumbs up before releasing his grip on her.

I smiled and walked to 2-A. Those two were kind of spunky in their own way. They weren't exactly as creepy as Nekozawa. I wonder what's up with their relationship with that puppet guy? I wandered the halls until reaching my class.

I saw Tamaki was already there, waiting by my desk for me. When he saw I was there, he smiled and waved.

"Hey, Tazz. I didn't see you this morning, where were you?" I walked over to put my bag down and sat on the desk. Sensei (thanks to Haruhi I know what to call him) wasn't there yet, so why not?

"I was out. Saying hi to a few of the people. Did you know there was a Black Magic Club here?" I asked.

Tamaki shivered, and covered my mouth, looking around suspiciously before uncovering it. He whispered in my ear, "Don't talk about them in public! The president is… trying to curse me!"

"Tamaki. I really don't think you can curse people. There's no way—" He interrupted me and went on about this one time when he took a test and bad things happened.

"He's trying to curse me! I'm sure!" Tamaki shrunk under the desk, hiding from the possibility of Nekozawa showing up (even though he's probably still in the dark, that photophobic).

"Look," I stated, looking under the desk upside-down. "Come out from other there and don't be silly. It's just not possible; I don't want to hear it. Sit at your own seat now, sensei is coming!" I whispered angrily before getting on my chair.

"Hello, class. Sorry, I was in a meeting…"

I looked over to Tamaki, whose eyes were snapping back and forth repeatedly. Some of the girls were wondering what was wrong with him. I got a sick feeling in my stomach. That, my lovelies, was the feeling of realization: does anyone know who I'm a circus freak here? Hope to the lord not. I can't handle seeing those faces… no… no…

"Tazz-chan? Are you okay?" One of the girls poked me. That's when I realized my fists were clenched, and I was getting kind of clammy. This dress is kind of tight on the sleeve…

"Hey, Tazz-san, when are you getting that cast off?" Another girl asked.

"Hm? Cast?" I looked down at my foot. "…Oh yeah." The other girls giggled.

"You're so funny! Hehe~" I smiled, until sensei walked up to me, hands on his hips, wrinkles on his young face.

"Ms. Bellavio, what is going on here?" He asked with a dangerous tone. I froze, and started giggling nervously. "Would you like telling me what a composite is? And not the number; this is physics, not algebra." I hit my head on the desk.

I thought this was art class.

Nobody's POV

Tazz walked into her statistics class with Tamaki. They were having a very intelligent conversation on elephants and the possibility of a pink elephant.

"But flamingos are pink!" Tamaki whined, flailing his arms. Tazz rolled her eyes and took her seat in the back, thankfully next to the King of the host club this time.

"Those are flamingos. These are elephants. Elephants can't be pink; they will forever be gray and wrinkly." Tazz pointed out. Tamaki made this very cute anime pout and minor tantrum before huffing and sitting down. Kyoya watched them before going in; admiring their very friendly and platonic relationship.

"Heh." He murmured, then glided off to his own class.

Tazz's next class was with Kyoya this time. She shifted in her seat, taking note of Kyoya's subtle but hard stares, as if he knew; and he was enjoying it. Benefit of the doubt.

"So Tazz, I hear you are very talented. What is it that you do?" Kyoya asked, in a coy manner.

"Eh-eh, well… I am a pretty athletic person!" She stated, pounding her chest (not there, that would hurt!) and making a "V" sign.

Kyoya smirked and flashed his glasses. "Yes, very… athletic indeed… what sports do you enjoy?" He asked again, completely ignoring the lesson like everyone else. Tazz froze, and turned white.

"Um… well… I like… cheerleading and gymnastics…? Dancing is fun, too!" Tazz awkwardly laughed hoping that maybe Kyoya would buy it.

Not.

Not that he would say, of course. 'I'll play dumb for her. Besides, she isn't the one running the show this time. Heh.' Kyoya thought, while chuckling at his own bad pun.

Tazz looked at him dubiously, but love is blind, and Tazz couldn't care less if Kyoya laughed oddly.

()()()

Tazz had already tried calling Mirage, about four times, texting her 8 times. She just isn't at lunch. Tazz shrugged it off, hoping that the third year was okay.

The redhead sat by Tamaki and Honey. Honey was eating, naturally, a piece of strawberry cheesecake. Tamaki was trying to have a conversation with Haruhi. Mori stood behind Tazz and Honey, watching over them like an obedient hawk while Hikaru and Kaoru were talking about the Host Club with Kyoya, who neglected nutrition and went straight to writing in his black book like a boss.

"Hey, Kyoya, don't you eat? Or do you just enjoy starving yourself for the sake of a little black book. What do you do in that thing, kill people?" Tazz asked, and then tried to grab the book. Kyoya flashed and closed the book, putting it away before anyone could say a word. 'Whoa, Kyoya is so ninja…' Tazz thought.

"Thea-chan! I saved a strawberry for you!" Tazz looked over to the little blonde, who offered her a strawberry covered in frosting. Tazz held her hand to her heart and took the strawberry with dignity.

"Thank you, Honey!" She squeezed him, and nibbled on the red fruity goodness.

"Tazz…" Kaoru began, wiggling his eyebrows while leaning in to her.

"Can we…" Hikaru purred, eyeing the delectable dessert.

"Have some…?" Kaoru finished, and touched her cheek—with a fork.

Thea stared at them for a while, clearly unimpressed. "Hell no, this is my delicious strawberry!" She licked the whole fruit, sure to leave some of her DNA on the strawberry.

Hikaru sniffed the air. "Is that citrus lipgloss I smell?" Kaoru hummed and nodded.

"I-It's not even mine! I borrowed it from—" Tazz covered her mouth before releasing that information.

Hikaru pouted. "But we told you, we love girls who smell like citrus! It's… tasty." Hikaru licked his lips, then turned to Kaoru and touched his chin, resulting in many fangirl squeals. Tazz was blushing majorly.

"So whose lipgloss is it then?" Tamaki asked, noting the orange tube in Tazz's hands.

She whispered in Tamaki's ear, "Tell the twins and she'll kill you, but… it's Mirage's." Tamaki chuckled.

"That'll be interesting." He smiled. Tazz nodded.

"Oh yes."

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Tazz's POV

I sat on a bench, watching the other students run the P.E. lap while I cheered them on. Some people gave me and my cast some dirty looks. I felt a move in the bench, and saw Mori next to me, looking down with those overcast black eyes. I slightly shivered in my seat. He has such an intense gaze.

"Hey, Mori. I'm just sitting here, being lethargic…" I babbled. He would grunt and "hm" every once in a while. It was funny; he didn't fit in a word, but I just… knew that he was listening and hanging on every word I said. Don't ask me how, but… I guess it's just my perception, or maybe this is normal for him…? It was kind of nice.

"I'm kind of worried about Mirage; I haven't seen her since this morning. She wasn't at lunch. Is she avoiding me because I hang out with the host club? Not that you guys are bad, but she doesn't exactly like you guys yet." I rubbed my neck.

Mori smiled at me. No, not some major smile, but a… tiny little grin. The corner of his lip turned up just a bit. I cocked my head and gave him a bright one. Maybe one day he'll learn how to really smile someday.

"Well, thank you for listening to my rant, Takashi. I feel better with that off my shoulders." I stood up, and soon after he stood up, towering before me. That's when I noticed I accidentally used his real name. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—" I was about to bow when Mori patted my head, sort of smiling. I flushed.

"It's fine." He emitted, with force and precision. Whenever I heard his voice, I would get the chills. It's really deep. He ruffled my hair just a bit, and I pouted in response.

"I'll have to fix that later." Mori shrugged and cocked his head, before pocketing his hands and leaving me on the field.

You see, there are guys like that that make me hope that I can be accepted.

IMPORTANT MESSAGES:

Okay, thank you guys, ALL, for reading this. I cannot believe how well this is going. I'm really sorry for this late-ish update, but I'm getting tests every week and it's really annoying. I should be doing a project right now, but NO. I'm doing this FOR YOU GUYS!

So, I really want to finish my other story, Someone Who Deserves It. I just want to get it finished and over with, so I can move on to other things, like my other Ouran story.

LONG STORY SHORT: I'm stopping here for a short while to finish a different story, then I'll update this one again and then I'll be moving along from there.

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