A/N: THE UPDATE IS HERE! THE UPDATE IS HERE! Yes, I am back (again) and KICKIN! This chapter is really exciting and I LOVEDDD writing it! It is written differently than I usually write-instead of breaking all the stories up into little chunks and randomly going through them, I organized it so that it's one girl's story from start to finish, the next girl's story from start to finish, etc etc. Tell me what you think of it! Other than that, prepare yourselves-SHIT JUST GOT F'N REAL.
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CHAPTER 12: The Queen Wages War Against Her Peasants!
"How can you not like French toast, Sei-chan?" Tamaki whined. Seiteki rolled her eyes at him. They were sitting across from each other in a booth in a cute little restaurant each about to order. Seiteki was wearing a dark blue cardigan with a salmon tank top and light wash blue jeans, while Tamaki wore looser, darker jeans and a golden-y button up.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that before you to actually listen?" she sighed. Seiteki turned to the waiter, who had been staring unabashedly at her since he arrived at the table. "I'll just have scrambled eggs and a piece of toast, please."
"On what kind of bread ma'am?" the waiter eagerly asked. Seiteki looked away from him, making her voice as distant as possible:
"White."
"Very good, ma'am." The waiter nodded and started to leave.
"Hey, what about me!" Tamaki shouted. The waiter turned back around and rolled his eyes.
"Oh yeah. What do you want?" the waiter asked uninterestedly. Tamaki huffed.
"Two pieces of French toast and turkey bacon, please." Tamaki said pointedly. The waiter scribbled it down and then made his leave. Tamaki waited until the waiter was out of earshot to talk to Seiteki again.
"Does that happen a lot?"
"Does what happen a lot, Suou-senpai?"
"The staring and fawning."
Seiteki paused.
I suppose maybe it does…I never really pay attention anymore.
"I'm not sure, to be honest. It used to happen often enough that I stopped paying attention." Seiteki shrugged and then began to excruciatingly examine the salt and pepper shakers. She wasn't exactly sure why, but talking about this with Tamaki made her feel flustered.
"And what about you?" Seiteki asked more than a bit timidly. "Does the staring and fawning happen a lot?"
"Well, of course-I'm a host."
"Oh, right." Seiteki answered stupidly. "H-How do you deal with it?"
"Well, it's not very hard. It is just a job. Besides, I promised a girl I'd make her my wife-and when it comes to things of that sort, I am a quite loyal man." Tamaki knowingly smiled right at Seiteki, his lavender eyes burning into her astonished and embarrassed springtime green ones. Seiteki looked away and fidgeted.
"W-Who are you referring to, Suou-senpai?" Seiteki asked, even though she knew good and well that Tamaki was referring to her.
I need to make him understand-after last time, I just…I can't-!
Tamaki sighed disappointedly, and stood.
"No one. She's no one you would know-she used to attend Lobelia, but recently, I haven't been able to get in touch with her." Tamaki gave her a look of frustration, but also extreme longing and sadness. "I think I'll head out now, Ai-sama." Tamaki said and made his way out. Something inside of Seiteki broke-Tamaki never addressed her so formally. She felt as though she had been slapped. Seiteki haphazardly stood and ran after Tamaki.
"Tamaki!" Seiteki shouted. He had just reached the door and had his hand on the doorknob. At his first name, he stopped and turned to look at Seiteki. She had no idea what to say, just stood about ten feet away from him and stared, distressed and frazzled.
"Yoo hoo, miss!" called the waiter as he approached her with what looked like a 5-star breakfast. "Your breakfast is ready!" Seiteki turned to the waiter.
"I'm afraid I won't be staying for breakfast, I must be on my way-" Seiteki said as she looked at Tamaki.
"Oh…well, will you at least go out with me?" the waiter asked suddenly. Seiteki whipped her head to him as the gears in her mind whirred.
"E-Excuse me?" Seiteki mumbled as she gazed at the lanky, brunette waiter. The waiter moved nearer to her and grinned shyly.
"We could go to dinner, see a movie, or something."
Seiteki's mind was beginning to fog over-all she realized was that Tamaki was no longer in the restaurant and that she was still in here.
Oh no, you're not getting away from me Tamaki!
Seiteki, completely ignoring the waiter, bolted out of the restaurant and down the sidewalk, searching for the handsome, tall, blonde Suou.
If I were Tamaki, where would I go?
Seiteki had no idea what the answer to the question really was, but she found herself running-not exactly sure where she was going, just running-around the city in a desperate effort to find the host. Finally, after running for who knows how long, Seiteki stopped to catch her breath at the edge of the lake in the middle of city. Gasping for breath, Seiteki pulled out her phone and gazed at the time. It read: 11:27 AM.
I've been running for almost an hour? Oh my gosh…
Seiteki sighed and gazed in the water's reflection-her hair was frizzy, she was still sweating a bit on her upper lip, but most of all…she looked pitifully upset. Seiteki stood up, believing she would not be able to look at her reflection any longer without crying. That was when she finally spotted Tamaki-half way on the other side of the lake's paved edge, sitting on a bench alone with his head in his hands. Suddenly regaining all of her energy, Seiteki sprinted over to Tamaki joyously. When she was only a few feet away, she slowed into a steady walk and kneeled before Tamaki. He did not notice her.
"Damnit…" Tamaki mumbled. "Why did it have to happen like this…?"
Seiteki cleared her throat, and Tamaki's eyes immediately found hers. He quickly stood.
"Suou-senpai, please, listen to me-" Seiteki began, but Tamaki had already pushed past her and was walking away.
No no no no NO!
Seiteki grabbed Tamaki's wrist and pulled him into her.
"Tamaki, damnit, I said stop!" Seiteki yelled. Tamaki froze in her arms. She buried her face in his back and held him tighter. "I'm sorry I said what I did. It was unnecessary for me to say that-I remember your promise to make me your wife, and I didn't mean to upset-"
Tamaki pulled away from her abruptly and swiveled around to face her, his expression was twisted into one of anger, something that was not usually true about Tamaki.
"You don't seem to understand, Seiteki! I truly care about you. And I can't take that you keep playing with my affections. Make up your mind, because I can't do this much longer. Are you going to be Sei-chan…or Ai-sama?"
Seiteki was paralyzed by Tamaki's words. On the one hand, they made her feel gooey and happy inside, but on the other, they scared her and intimidated her. Once again, Seiteki had become a deer before headlights. And that expression was all Tamaki needed. He turned on his heel and began to walk away from the-
Seiteki, without so much as processing the movements, but rather observing them, instantly grabbed Tamaki's arm, spun him around, and pulled his face against hers. It all happened fast, but Seiteki did not pull away. Tamaki's full, soft lips hit Seiteki's with a fair amount of incredulity, but did not stay that way for long. He pulled the shorter woman against him by the small of her back and put his all into the kiss. He suckled lightly on her top lip and then her bottom one, and Seiteki allowed him to do so. It felt like fireworks in her belly and she clutched onto Tamaki for dear life. Finally, the older man pulled away to breathe, but did not pull far away, so Seiteki needed not to speak above a slight whisper when she said:
"Don't turn your back on me."
Tamaki chuckled at this and pecked her lips. "I can assure you that won't happen again."
Seiteki smiled and gladly accepted Tamaki's lips as he pressed them against hers with more force.
Thank you, Lord, for blessing me with such a man.
Ikasu showed up at the Ootori mansion in a flirty, empirical cut, navy-blue sundress with white stripes, with a glass tupperware filled to the brim with miso udon, and with a tote bag stuffed with wedding magazines.
And, of course, an evil plot.
Poor Kyoya. He won't be able to deal with this, I just know it. Maybe, if I'm lucky, he'll go crazy.
Ikasu plastered on a huge smile as the spindly Ootori butler lead her to the kitchen, where the head Ootori sat, reading the newspaper and getting ready to have lunch with his family. And as Ikasu strode in, she saw Kyoya stiffen his jaw just barely and Fuyumi's eyes twinkle.
"Mr. Ootori, Kyoya's fiancé has requested that she join the family for lunch." The butler relayed with a bow. Ikasu stepped up and curtsied with the udon in her hand.
"I even brought some food of my own making, if you are willing to try it, sir."
Mr. Ootori folded his newspaper and tucked it away before speaking:
"Of course. Please, sit down next to Kyoya, Miss Gokoro. Nelson-bring her udon to me. I will gladly try some."
"Of course sir." Nelson (the butler) and Ikasu said in unison. Ikasu straightened her spine, handed the udon to Nelson, and made her way over to Kyoya. He stood to pull out the chair beside his for her, and Ikasu nodded gratefully as she took her seat. Without even looking at Kyoya, Ikasu turned to Mr. Ootori as he opened the tupperware full of her still steaming udon. Ikasu eagerly watched as Kyoya's father picked up his pair of chopsticks and skillfully lifted a generous amount of the fat noodles. After a silent pause that seemed to last forever, the stern-looking Ootori gobbled the noodles up in one big bite. He chewed for a bit and swallowed, all silently. He slowly turned to Ikasu, and finally spoke:
"Well, it seems as though Kyoya has an excellent cook on his hands."
Ikasu internally cheered, happy to know the head Ootori approved of her. Which of course, was a part of her entire scheme-the man in charge of this family must trust her, like her, and believe she would be the best thing that would happen to Kyoya, as well as the Ootori business.
Never suspecting, of course, that I will instead be the fatal virus that will tear their industry, family, and best of all, their pride into millions of pieces and then incinerate those very shreds.
Ikasu watched as the Ootori's happily ate up her udon, excluding Kyoya. Ikasu moved her leg under the table and slid it up Kyoya's, making him shift his gaze to her, without moving the rest of his body at all; Ikasu did the same, only adding a smirk to the action as she firmly brought her heel onto Kyoya's toe. Kyoya turned and looked at her with wide eyes before the pain registered and the whole time Ikasu did not look at him and kept on smirking.
"Shit!" Kyoya shouted and shot up out of his chair. Ikasu stood as well, looking at him with fake worry.
"Kyoya dear, are you alright?" Mrs. Ootori asked with concern.
"Yes, Kyoya dear, are you alright?" Ikasu repeated, mimicking Mrs. Ootori's tone. Kyoya straightened his glasses and cleared his throat.
"Yes, I'm fine, I'm fine-my apologies, I stubbed my toe against the chair. I will be alright though." Kyoya explained before retaking his seat. His father gave him a blank stare before continuing to eat Ikasu's udon.
"Oh, Kyoya, you've got to try this stuff! Your fiancé is a fabulous cook!" Fuyumi exclaimed as she stuffed her face.
"Sure." Kyoya replied simply. Ikasu passed the tupperware to him and he piled some in his bowl. With everyone at the table watching, Kyoya took a bite of the udon and swallowed after a few moments. "Very good, dear."
Ikasu's heart jumped for a second. She smiled and nodded calmly, but inside, she was freaking out.
Crap! I was afraid this was going to happen-just remember how he used you! He doesn't love you, and you sure as hell do not love him! I will not allow myself to develop feelings for him!
"May I have some steamed rice, Mr. Ootori?" Ikasu asked politely. Mr. Ootori nodded and gestured Nelson over to make her the rice.
"I am eternally grateful! …For everything, really." Ikasu told both Nelson and Kyoya's dad. "I hope I make a valuable addition to the Ootori family!"
"Oh, so the real reason you came was to talk to baby bro about wedding ideas?" Fuyumi inquired. Ikasu nodded as the two made their way to Kyoya's room. As soon as the family finished lunch and Kyoya had immediately excused himself to his room. So, after socializing with the rest of the Ootori's quite a bit, she asked Fuyumi to take her Kyoya's room so the two could speak. No one seemed to object to Ikasu's request, and so Fuyumi had agreed.
"You could say that. I really did want to have lunch with you guys though!"
"Ah."
Fuyumi paused for only a moment before getting to what was obviously on her mind.
"You seem to be taking this all so well now. Yet, when I first met you, you seemed pissed that your parents and my parents set up a 'coalition' between you and Kyoya. What happened? What changed?"
Ikasu slowed her walking down a bit as her entire demeanor became pensive and plotting. She turned to Fuyumi.
"Your brother is going to get what he deserves. I'll make sure to spare you, but he will simply get what is coming to him."
Fuyumi watched Ikasu carefully and shrugged, "Whatever girl. Just make sure this doesn't turn into a full-blown war. Then you could be in serious trouble. Kyoya does not play when it comes to social war."
"Neither do I. Trust me." Ikasu murmured darkly, just loud enough for Fuyumi to hear. The model-esque woman nodded and stopped in the hall before Kyoya's and Noa's rooms.
"Here you are! Enjoy your time with him." Fuyumi said sarcastically. Ikasu snorted.
"Of course." She retorted playfully.
"Also…" Fuyumi began. "Don't do anything stupid. Now, or in the future."
"What ever do you mean?" Ikasu blinked as if she didn't understand what Fuyumi was implying.
"Like…don't kill him."
Ikasu smiled evilly.
"Only his pride, Fuyumi. That will be just as effective as shooting him in the head…and a lot less messy."
And with that, Ikasu strolled over to Kyoya's door, knocked and was let in, all the while Fuyumi staring at her.
"So, do you like ball gowns," Ikasu began, taking out a magazine with a giant, puffy, fairytale-like dress on the cover. "Or an A-line princess-" Ikasu said as she showed Kyoya a magazine with a classic and simple long, straight dress that was fitted to the bust on the front. "Orrrrrrr a mermaid?" Ikasu asked finally, showing Kyoya another magazine, this time with a strapless, curve-hugging dress that flared out into a puffier, floor-length skirt just above the knees. Kyoya, who seemed tired even though it was barely 3 PM, stared at the covers for a bit before pointing to the mermaid style dress.
"This one would look best on you, correct? Because of your curves?"
"Hm, I agree! Okay, now let's go through all the magazines and look at the mermaid style ones so we can chose our favorite one, yes?"
"No."
Ikasu was taken aback. She turned to Kyoya and raised her eyebrows oh-so slightly.
"Why not?"
Kyoya pushed his glasses up and turned his entire body to face hers.
"As the groom, I am not allowed to see your dress before the day of our union."
Shit, I totally forgot about that!
"Oh yes, of course, I almost forgot! Thanks so much sweetie." Ikasu piled on the sickly sweetness. "But, we can still look at venue, time of day, number of guests, budget, and the reception. We do have a lot to plan-this is not any ordinary wedding, dearest. Remember, we are the most powerful couple in all of Japan. This wedding has to be beyond this world, don't you agree?"
"Yes, but you could settle all of this with Seiteki and her grandparents-seeing that they are in the wedding planning business-and discuss all of this with them." Kyoya shot back. Ikasu smirked.
"Yes, but we might as well get all of our opinions organized now-since I'm already here. Then when we go to see Aigyou and Tansei, we will be able to effectively answer all of their questions."
Kyoya glared at her momentarily, but Ikasu pretended to be too engulfed in her magazines to notice.
"Miss Gokoro." Kyoya said, practically growling her name. Ikasu continued to smirk.
"Please, dear, call me Ikasu or some cute nickname."
"Look at me, dear." Kyoya spat. Ikasu calmly removed her gaze from the magazines and trained it on Kyoya's glasses-less icy grey eyes. They no longer paralyzed her, nor made her breath catch in her throat. Ikasu's fiercely stared back at him with a smirk still playing on her lips.
"What is it, Kyoya? Are you alright?" Ikasu asked vindictively.
Kyoya pushed Ikasu onto her back on his bed, pinning her hands above her head and sinking on the bed, above her.
"What do you want? Hm? Why do you act so calm, and why do you not react to my unprotected eyes anymore? Just what are you planning, Gokoro?" Kyoya rasped, his voice becoming quieter and quieter as his face got closer to hers. Ikasu only continued to smirk.
Kyoya, seeming to lose it for just a moment, backhanded Ikasu's face hard, albeit with a trembling hand. Ikasu still just smirked. She turned her vision to Kyoya once again and her entire face suddenly became malevolent.
"I already told you Kyoya. But perhaps you were not listening, or you were simply not aware of how serious I was being, so I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and repeat myself. Never. Trust. An. Intelligent. Wife." Ikasu snarled, but just as soon went back to smirking giddily.
"You are quite cocky." Kyoya commented, seeming to be nonchalant. "And since you are pinned beneath me at the moment, I really think you should wipe that smirk off your face."
"I can afford to be cocky any time of the day, Kyoya." Ikasu retorted. "And I let you pin me down-I can easily remove myself from your grip and pin you under me."
"Right-stop acting tough."
"Are you testing me, Kyoya?"
"What if I am?"
That was all the answer Ikasu needed-she wrapped her strong legs around Kyoya's torso then threw all of her weight up and to the left, which effectively off-balanced Kyoya and swung her around on top. Ikasu then pinned Kyoya's hand down with her forearm. When Kyoya had finally realized what happened and looked up at Ikasu with astonishment, she smirked.
"What just-?"
Ikasu leaned slowly into Kyoya and brushed her lips against his, before delving further into the kiss. Ikasu ignored her own racing heart and put all her energy and focus into making the kiss feel heavenly to Kyoya-after all, part of her plan was to make him actually fall in love with her. She pulled away and removed her forearm from his hands.
"Told you, you cocky bastard."
Kyoya quickly grabbed Ikasu's biceps before she could remove herself from him and pulled her back towards him.
"What the fuck?" Kyoya cursed from confusion and hazy pleasure. Ikasu smirked knowingly and dug her knees into Kyoya's ribcage to get him to release her. It worked, and before Kyoya knew it, Ikasu was at the door.
"It's been lovely dear, but it is getting sort of late and I must be on my way. Until next time, Kyo-love."
After school on Monday, Kijo could tell that all the hostesses had other things on their minds. After a brief inquiring, Kijo learned that Seiteki "sort of had a thing with Tamaki" and that the two were going to spend the entire upcoming Saturday together. Kijo actually couldn't believe it-Seiteki finally had a boyfriend, even if she refused to admit it. Meanwhile, Ikasu was intensely scheming against the notorious Shadow King. When Kijo asked why, Ikasu, avoiding going to in-depth, told her the basics of her entire plan against the Ootori and their arranged marriage ("coalition", as she called it). Kijo couldn't help but be pretty impressed, even if a bit appalled. All of this combined with Kijo's own problems resulted in the cancelling of Hostesses O N L Y! for the afternoon. So, not long after bell rang, Kijo exited the gates of Lobelia and started down the sidewalk.
Where have I been? It seems as though I've been missing everything lately. From Tamaki and Seiteki to Ikasu and Kyoya…I feel so out of the loop. Not to mention the fact that I am the only one without a man, whether that man is voluntary or not, in Ikasu's case. I mean, whatever goes on between the twins and I will go down however…but in the end, if anything does happen, won't I have to choose one of them? That would be awkward as fuckkkk. And anyways, I'm not even sure if I hate the twins or love them. Man, this is complicated.
At this point, Kijo reached her destination: Ouran Academy. She strolled through the semi-empty halls that were littered with petals of all sorts of flowers that were grown on the Ouran campus. Boys and girls alike stared at the regal way Kijo held herself, whispering amongst themselves of the "queenly Lobelia girl". Kijo smiled at everyone who's eyes met hers, as she made it a point not to be cold and royal, but friendly and royal. When she finally reached Music Room #3, she could hear quite clearly the chattering clients and hosts of the infamously amusing club. Kijo put half of her hair up, re-applied her chap stick, and threw the double doors open dramatically.
"Oh jeez…" Haruhi was the first to say. Kijo smiled at Haruhi, waved like a princess, and blew him (her) a kiss. Half of the girls squealed as Haruhi sighed. Kijo strolled into the room and was instantly greeted with pink and dark blue roses. She focused her attention on the loli-shota that was Hunny and his slightly older cousin, Mori.
"Ki-chan! It's been quite a while since you visited! We've missed you a bunch, haven't we, Takashi?" Hunny smiled wide. Mori nodded (somewhat?) cathartically. "Would you like a piece of cake?"
"No, but thank you, dear Hunny! I would love a chocolate-covered strawberry though…" Kijo smiled.
"Coming right up!" Hunny ran over to the snacks, grabbed a platter of strawberries that had been dipped in chocolate and brought them carefully back over to Kijo.
"We can sit, if you'd like Hunny!" Kijo said, taking the platter from the smaller boy. "Lead us to a table, kind knight!"
"Of course!" Hunny skipped over to a table that was more near the back of the club and sat down as Kijo placed the platter down. Mori pulled out her chair and Kijo nodded appreciatively at the man as she took her seat across from Hunny.
"So, have you heard that Sei-chan and Tama-chan are…"-Hunny lowered his voice considerably, after cutely looking around to make sure no one was listening-"dating?"
"Yes I have! It is a surprise, to say the least. I always knew Ouji-kun loved Seiteki, but I never though she'd go for him…" Kijo said partly to herself. Hunny nodded anyways and gobbled up one of the chocolate strawberries. This encouraged Kijo to follow suit and soon, both were devouring the sweet treats.
"Ki-chan," Hunny started in between bites, "though I might not look it, I am pretty good at reading others' emotions."
"I'd believe that, Hunny. There are a lot of things one wouldn't initially guess about you." Kijo replied, and then ate an entire strawberry in one bite before picking up another.
"Well, I think the twins want to speak with you." Hunny casually dropped. Kijo looked at him, eating her next strawberry more slowly.
"What gives you that idea?"
"Well, they keep looking back here, and not just glancing back to try to overhear what we are talking about, but looking with either a look of envy or a look of longing."
"Envy?"
"Yes, because I am talking to you and not them."
"Well, should I talk to them?" Kijo asked as she stuffed the last of her strawberry into her mouth. Hunny gobbled up another strawberry before answering the curious Ren'ai:
"Well, I can get them to come over to you! I'll just leave, and you stay here eating strawberries. They'll be over here before you know it!" Hunny grinned.
"Thanks Hunny. I owe you one…" Kijo said with a grateful smile.
"My pleasure, Ki-hime." Hunny smiled one last time. "Okay Mori, let's go. Nice talking to you again, Ki-chan! We should have cake next time!"
"That's a promise, Hunny!" Kijo smiled back as the blonde midget wandered off with his tall, dark-haired cousin, and Usa-chan in his arms. Kijo smiled at how absolutely adorable Hunny was, while at the same time mentally preparing herself for the twins' arrival, if what Hunny said was true.
At this point, I'm not even sure what I want to happen, or what I want Hikaru and Kaoru to say…I just need to evaluate my feelings for them I guess…well, we'll see what-
"What's up, Hime-san?" the twins' voices sounded behind Kijo in unison, effectively pulling her out of her thoughts. The two moved around her and took the two seats that Mori and Hunny had previously occupied.
"Hello, peasants." Kijo lifted her chin a bit and looked down at the two gingers.
"Hear that, Kaoru? The Queen must be maaaad!" Hikaru whistled. Kaoru laughed at this and turned to his brother.
"Doesn't she know that holding grudges gives you wrinkles?" he mocked. Kijo rolled her eyes.
"You are both unbearably immature. All I want is for you to apologize for kidnapping me and assaulting me, then I will be on my way."
"Oh, that's what this is about then?" Kaoru smirked. "Are you upset because we didn't finish what we started?"
As Kijo realized what Kaoru was referring to, her face twisted into one of disgust-while her stomach twisted with unwelcome lust.
"Could you be anymore vulgar?" Kijo stated, keeping her formal regality intact easily. "You peasants honestly disgust me."
"We're sorry, Your Majesty, would you prefer that we please you instead?" Hikaru manipulated his words to imply something sexual, just as Kaoru did. His faux-question earned prolonged snickers from both twins. Kijo sighed, realizing the conversation was going nowhere.
"I refuse to waste my time trying to gain a simple apology from you two barbarians." Kijo stood and flipped her semi-abundant hair from her face, glaring hard at the twins. "I'll be on my way then." Just as Kijo was turning to leave, the twins spoke once more:
"Why don't we play a game for it, Hime-san?" the twins offered.
Kijo stopped.
"We'll play a simple game of cat and mouse." Kaoru continued.
"You be the cat, and we'll be the mice-you have only one objective: to catch us." Hikaru finished.
"And we simply have to evade you for…let's say a week." Kaoru added.
"And how will I know when I've 'caught you'?" Kijo pointed out. The twins smiled evilly.
"Oh, you'll just know." The Hitachiins replied. Kijo thought about and then made her decision.
"Fine. I'll pay your game. But when I win, because a Queen would never lose to her peasants, you not only have to apologize, but you also have to treat me like a real Queen for an entire day."
"Deal. But when we win, because the underdogs always come out on top, we actually get to finish what we started." Kaoru smirked. Kijo froze-she didn't know if she'd be okay with that.
No! No backing out now…I only have to do what Ikasu would always do-just win.
"Okay, you tasteless monkeys, you're on."
Noa was seeing everything lay itself out-Tamaki and Seiteki in their happy, non-official relationship, Ikasu's merciless conspiring against Kyoya, and Kijo's domination game with the Hitachiin twins. She sighed as she continued her accounting work for the Shadow King. Noa was a little more than worried for the next few weeks, as she was sure it was going to be living hell for not just all the hosts and hostesses, but also for her.
Noa simply didn't get it-what were they all waiting for? Why were they playing with each other? She recognized that all of the men had intense, if not somewhat twisted feelings for the girls and the same vice versa. Noa sighed, but this time with a tiny smile of amusement as a thought entered her head:
"Well, the hostesses have the hosts by the balls now-I'm willing to bet that their hearts and minds are bound to follow."
