hey guys! Sorry for the super late update. I haven't been home in weeks.
Anyway: apologizing in advance. I am sorry for the ending. Please, do not hate me.
Enjoy~
It was the next morning, everyone except Tamaki was in the limo getting ready to leave the beach. Everyone was going to about how Tamaki was an SM pervert or something. Well, I don't blame them. We did walk in on him when he muffled her ears and tied a blindfold around their eyes. At first I didn't understand... It looked like he was helping her, frankly. And she didn't seem to mind. But then the twins explained it to me... And it turned into a bad sex act or something... a little kinky for my taste, but you know, what ever floats their boat.
I muffled a laugh, looking at the embarrassed brown haired girl, "Well Haruhi, I didn't know you liked to play that way."
Haruhi flushed a bright red, eyes bulging, "W-what? N-no! Never!"
The twins started laughing, holding their stomachs. Tears even started streaming from their eyes as they tried to catch their breathes. I smiled, chuckling at her expression. Frankly, it seemed she would have liked it a little- well, if the flushed face was anything to go by.
Honey turned to me, giggling, "You shouldn't say stuff like that Shi-chan!"
Hikaru came up on my side, smiling, "Why not when it's obviously true?"
I blushed a little at his proximity, remembering back to last night... I shrugged him off, wanting to get at least a little distance.
Thus ensued the start of a long drive home, little conversations sparked here and there. The twins bugging Haruhi, Honey talking to Mori, Kyoya typing furiously on his computer, and me listening in on the separate conversations.
"-and than USA-chan jumped-"
"-would you enjoy it as much if it was us instead of Tamaki-"
"-and the fake was chocolate, but it had a nice-cream middle,-"
"-fancy tuna. Really, is it so much-"
"-Shira-"
"-when we get back we'll buy you-"
"-Shira!-"
"-skimpy dress-"
"Shira!"
I snapped from my thoughts, turning to face the person calling my name. I looked and saw Kyoya staring at me, an eyebrow raised, "Enjoying the eavesdropping?"
I smiled sheepishly shrugging, "Heh, you noticed?"
"I do the same thing," I should have guessed, "Anyway, I was curious. I happened to overhear yesterday that you were afraid when the two men were harassing our guest, and that's why you didn't help. What in particular were you afraid of?"
Oh yes Kyoya, you just 'happened' to overhear. Damn him. I shifted in my seat, not feeling completely comfortable telling the freaking Shadow King my worst fear. I mean, who really would?
Kyoya smiled, "Come now, I won't tell anyone."
Yeah, ya' big douche. You wouldn't need to, everyone is already listening! That's right, everyone stopped their conversations and was now listening in on this one. I sighed, no use fighting it... But stalling is a whole different story!
"I was scared," I admitted, rubbing the back of my head sheepishly, "I'm ashamed."
Kyoya smiled 'innocently' pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "It's quite alright. Everyone's afraid of something."
Haruhi smiled, "Like how I'm afraid of thunder."
I nodded.
"So what IS your fear?"
I began nervously taking my thumb and scratching it against the inside if my fingers, bad habit I learned yet no on usually notices it. So it was a fine nervous habit. I looked down at my shoes, partially wondering how I managed to keep them so clean, but mainly because I didn't want to look anyone in the eyes, "I, uh. I'm afraid of, uh. I don't like falling."
The twins scrunched their brows in confusion, "What do you mean?"
I turned to them, "I'm afraid of falling. Ok? I don't mind heights- as a matter of fact if I know it's safe I'll be willing to climb. But if there's even the slightest chance of falling. Even the slightest... I can't do it,"in shut my eyes, ashamed of admitting it, "Just... I can't handle falling. It's so terrifying."
I could tell they were all looking at me, most likely judging me. I mean, falling? What type of a fear is that? It's not height that bug me, only the falling aspect. Falling from the light, your friends... Falling into the water, under the water, drowning, yelling out, yet no one can here you because your too far gone into the darkness. Falling into myself. So deep in I forget there's other people around. Other people who have it so much worse than me. I'm so self-absorbed, pretending my life is so bad when there's others out there being hurt, abused, lost,starved, killed... I'm so pathetic.
A hand rested on my shoulder, and I looked up to see Haruhi staring down at me smiling, "It's nothing to be ashamed of. At least in your fear people actually died from it."
I smiled back up at her. She really was the only one with any sort of empathy in this club... Besides Honey. But Honey really is too innocent to be included with the rest of the people who make up the Host Club.
I grabbed Haruhi around the waist and pulled her down into a 'cuddle hug.' A cuddle hug is where your cuddling and hugging the person at the same time- I.E. What boyfriends and girlfriends usually do on a couch whilst watching a movie.
Haruhi blushed and the twins pouted, "No fair," "We wanna cuddle too!"
Kyoya smirked, "You two do have each other."
I laughed, this really was fun!
I hugged the twins when we got out of the limo. They hesitantly hugged back, no doubt confused as to why I was hugging them, "Thanks," I said, trying to clear up the confusion, "for letting me stay at your awesome mansion. But I think my dad is coming home today and I should be there to welcome him."
"Why don't we come?" They said in unison, "We want to meet him!"
I broke free from the hug, raising my hands in a slightly defensive manner, "Ah, no. That won't be good. Um, he's usually really tired after these... business trips."
The twins pouted crossing their arms, "How about later?"
I chuckled nervously, "Maybe later?" or never.
The twins raised their eyebrows, obviously suspicious. I smiled sheepishly, waving to them as I made my way down the road. Now that I think about it though, we really did leave Tamaki. Eh, he's rich. He'll find his way back somehow.
Kyoya 'tsk'-ed, gaining the attention of the rest of the club.
"Kyo-chan? Are you alright?" Honey asked, looking up with his big doe-like eyes.
Kyoya sighed, he really didn't want to deal with these imbeciles at the moment. Yet, he knew he had too. He looked up, hiding his eyes in the shine of his glasses.
"Someone stole from my fathers company. Our police found some of our technology being smuggled, so we put a tracer on it and have found our culprit. My father is requesting my assistance seeing as I have the best people skill in the family, he wishes that I talk to him."
Haruhi nodded, "That sounds awful Kyoya-sempai. Do you need any help?"
Kyoya shook his head, "No. Though I trust you, slightly. I believe any other member of our club will only get in the way."
The twins snickered, "I feel bad for whoever has to deal with you, Kyoya!"
Kaoru turned to Hikaru, "But really, who would have thought it would be a good idea to steal from the Ootori's?"
Hikaru smirked, "Idiots."
Kyoya got into his limo that pulled up, "I'll tell you how it goes tomorrow. Oh, and make sure Tamaki eventually gets back. Otherwise it would only put the Host club in danger. Half the finances will fall if the Host King dies."
The twins saluted, "Yes, sir!"
Kyoya pulled away, skimming through the police file. Something about it all seemed familiar. He couldn't quite put his finger on it though.
I entered my house, which was dark. Strange, but not too unusual. I walked in the kitchen, seeing the slob staying here took advantage of the kitchen and our food. Everything was wrecked and gone. Typical.
I sighed, I'll have to go shopping again. I walked, sliding off my beach bag and flopping face first down into the couch. It smelled bad, like rats and dung- nothing like the twin's couch which always smelled like butterfly's and rainbows.
I sighed again, I miss their house already. And their food. They had great food.
A noise upstairs woke me from my dreams. That's strange, to say the least. I thought no one was home.
"Dad?" I yelled, getting up and rounding the staircase. There was no answer, which was definitely weird. My dad would always reply. My thumb began scratching my fingers again as I made my way upstairs, dropping by my room to grab my gun. Yes, I have a gun. It was a lovely Colt pistol.
I held it out in front of me, maneuvering my way to the room, I slightly opened the door, peaking in. I gasped silently.
I saw the police inspecting the room. Well, not normal police, otherwise they would have made their presence known. It was like a secret police, whom snuck into my house and is looking for evidence. Against my father. I cursed, no wonder they don't want anyone to notice they are here.
I dunk back downstairs to the back door, I need to leave and find my dad. I need to warn him!
I exited outside, running around the house when I saw him make him way to the front door, I was about to scream out to him, tell him to stop, when a hand covered my mouth. My eyes widened and I looked up seeing a cop, then I looked back to my dad and saw him get pinned down and cuffed.
no! Dad!
I saw a limo pull up, and a very strict looking man exited the vehicle. He looked familiar. Like... Oh crap.
Behind him followed a face I know all too well.
Kyoya Ootori exited the limo, he turned and looked disapprovingly and disgusted at my father. Then he turned and saw me. My eyes widened and tears freely fell from my eyes. I'm screwed. I just lost all my friends, my new 'family.' They all hate me and I'm probably going to jail.
All because my father couldn't say no to the job
Well... I actually didn't mean for it to go this way. It just...did.
Im sorry for the cliff hanger.
Really, I am... Sorta.
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Oh yea, and question: how long should it take for Kyoya to forgive our lovely Shira? A day? A week? Never? Right away?
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