Okay, so, here's the thing.
Apparently some shit went down last night. What shit, I'm not sure, because my memory was completely wiped clean. Thank you alcohol. But the point isn't that I got dead drunk (which I still feel stupid for), the point is I kissed Kyoya. Like…on the mouth.
I hate life. I really do.
Out of all the jumbled memories I had bouncing around in my head, I had to remember that one. My lips on his, the grin I had when I pulled back, his stunned expression and the butterflies that flapped around in my stomach—god, remembering it makes me sick.
I could say it was the alcohol that made me puke my guts out the next morning, but actually it was probably the memory of what was on my mouth last night. And yeah, okay, Kyoya's lips might have been unusually soft. And warm. And it actually felt nice, but I was drunk! Everything was nice to me then! It didn't mean anything.
I kept thinking this the next day as I sulked in bed, tending to my hangover. Kane tried to help but whenever he came into the room he got over-excited and started talking loud. And it always gave me a killer headache so I had to kick him out.
It was the day after my "tend to my hangover day off" that I had to face Kyoya. Because I still went to school with him. And since I didn't work this week, I was stuck in the club. But I hadn't seen Kyoya since the incident at the banquet…so I was nervous as hell.
I was literally sweating waterfalls throughout the whole day. I nearly burst into tears at one point, too, which is totally not like me. By the time the day was over and the last bell rang, I was a puddle of goop on top of my desk. I didn't want to move. But I knew I had to, since I still owed the club. And I didn't even have enough money from my job to brag about it to everyone…so yeah, I was totally and utterly stuck.
I managed to drag myself to the club room. My heart was beating at a crazy speed and my face was flushed. I felt sick to my stomach, dreading the confrontation about to come. What if Kyoya told everyone? "Yeah, Kasumi jumped me last night! She was all over me!" Ugh, how could I face everyone? I mean, it wasn't the twins or Honey I was anxious about. It was how I was supposed to face Mori and Haruhi. They were the only ones I liked and cared about what they thought.
Oh, and Kyoya, but only because he's the one I…urk….kissed.
So when I opened the club doors (five minutes later, mind you) I was taken aback at what I saw. The club members poised on their couch clad in "Alice in Wonderland" cosplay. Yeah, no joke. Haruhi was a "male Alice", but she still wore this huge fluffy blue bow. The twins were Tweedle Dee and Dum, Honey was the door mouse and Mori was the March Hare (I think), and Tamaki was the Mad Hatter. Kyoya was the Cheshire Cat. Ears and everything.
Against my better judgment I chortled with a huge, dorky grin on my face. As seven faces turned towards me I burst out in hysterics; "OH MY GOD YOU PEOPLE LOOK LIKE IDIOTS!" then promptly fell over in a fit of laughter. Yeah, my sanity is in danger here. My nerves from facing Kyoya combined with how hilarious they all looked didn't bode well with my state of mind.
"Ku-chan, you can be the girl Alice!" Honey declared happily.
"Yeah, we got you a dress and everything," the twins chorused, whipping a dress out from nowhere. I stopped mid-laugh and was about to reply when the girls already there got all excited. They swarmed around me and begged to do my hair and urged me to get into the dress. "You'll look so cute!" "Yeah, you should join the fun!" "Kasumi would make an adorable Alice!" "When you change, can I take a picture of you and Haruhi?" "Kyaaa!"
Since when did I become a damn host! Seriously, these girls have no life!
I struggled but the girls overpowered me and I found myself in dressing room, blindingly yellow girls all around me forcing me into that frilly Lolita-blue dress. They even braided my hair and put a bow in! I couldn't even bring myself to punch them in defense. I mean, they were all such girly cute girls! I couldn't bring my fist over far enough to sock any of them. Man…who knew I had a weakness for cute things (minus Honey)?
So yeah, I gave in and let myself be dressed up like a doll. Once it was over I stepped out from the curtains with a grumpy look on my face. But I had to admit, it felt sort of good. You know…to be fawned over. Like a girl. Not that I'd admit it. And I still wasn't that happy about all of this, but Haruhi made me feel better when she made a comment about how cute I looked. I even blushed. Then hid it by throwing a fit about how short the dress was, even though it was only a little above my knees.
Gee…Sayomi was right. I really wasn't honest at all.
"Picture! Picture!" the girls squealed as they forced me and Haruhi together. I decided "aw what the hell" and threw caution to the wind. I grabbed Haruhi's hand and struck a pose, which made the girls laugh as they began a mini photo shoot. Haruhi didn't look that into it but I kept pulling her around, and she even smiled a little at some points.
Once it was over the girls pulled me to Haruhi's table and started chatting me up. It was all at once so I felt a bit dazed and only caught bits of the one-sided conversations; "We've always wanted to talk to you!" "Yeah, but you always gave off this 'do not approach me' kind of vibe…" "And you hit guys a lot." "Not that we blame you." "Hahahaha!" "But you look so cute! Have you been to that French Pastry shop down by the middle school?" "We should go sometime!" "I love that uniform you always wear, Kasumi-chan! It's cute!" "Blah blah blah blah…" Okay, so the last part didn't happen, but it sure sounded like that.
Pfff, since when was I so popular? Not that I was complaining. My standoffish attitude felt useless now amidst the cute faces and excited yellow all around me. They really…liked me? I mean…that's weird, I always thought they looked down on me. But I guess I never gave them the chance. I was sort of a bitch sometimes. Even I admit it.
So, the rest of the day was like this. When the club closed and the girls left, all that was left were the club members.
I braced myself but nobody said anything. No jokes, no taunts, no confrontations…nothing. So Kyoya didn't tell anyone? Maybe he was embarrassed, too. I mean, who wants to be kissed by me? Right?
Everybody changed. Once I was back in my old middle school uniform I was pounced by the twins. "Sooo, how was the banquet?"
"Did mom's dress do you any good?"
"Pick up any cute guys?"
I blinked. "Uh wua wa wa?" I blubbered, making weird noises again. They grinned at my response.
"Well, she did get a kiss," Kyoya deadpanned coolly as he got his things together. My face exploded with heat and I glared at him. He smirked but didn't look at me. The bastard—he wouldn't—
"Uuuooo!" Honey yelped. "Who? Who kissed Ku-chan!"
"Well…" Kyoya said. I shot daggers at him but he didn't take the hint. "I suppose telling you wouldn't hurt."
I couldn't form words.
"She was kissed…" Dramatic pause. "By a foreigner."
I opened my mouth then stopped. "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" I shrieked. I pounced him, slapping both of my hands over his mouth. I was blushing like a damn school girl at this point. "NO, NO, NO! YOU BASTARD!"
"Kasumi-chan was kissed?" Haruhi said, titling her head. No, not you too, HARUHIIIII!
"By a foreigner," Hikaru and Kaoru echoed.
"Did he speak sweet, sweet English in your ear?" one of the twins asked with a sly smile. My blush deepened. "OMG! Kasumi-chan is blushing! So cute, it's so cute! She's so cute!" Hikaru barked in laughter (I think it was Hikaru…I'm still not good at this).
"It—it wasn't consensual!" I defended myself, digging my fingernails against Kyoya's mouth.
He pulled my hands away. "Right. She was drunk."
Silence.
"WHAAA! KASUMI-CHAN DRINKS!"
I scowled. Kyoya's grip on my hands tightened and despite my constant tugging, he didn't let go. And his face was close. So…close…argh! I began to remember that damn drunken kiss. And how it felt, and how I didn't hate it—not until I was sober, that is.
"Let go," I said quietly.
"Hmmm?" he hummed in amusement.
"Let go of my damn hands!" My voice didn't hold as much confidence as it usually did. I was shy. Me. Kasumi. Shy. What the fuck!
"But they're soft," he said. Gently, like he was putting the moves on me. The bastard—!
"My hands aren't soft."
"Yeah, they are." His thumb brushed my palm. I flinched. "You could easily push me away. What happened to that strength?"
The bastard was messing with me.
"Let me go."
"Is that all you can say?" He smiled. His mouth was close to my face. I felt like I would pass out from the heat that spread through my body. "Kasumi…" he murmured.
I blinked.
"WHOA!" I heard. I jumped and knocked my head against Kyoya's and we both fell back and away from the other. I looked up, dazed, and saw the whole host club huddled together staring at us.
"That was hot."
"Kyoya was pretty smooth!"
"Kasumi-chan was so red! She looked like she wanted to kiss him!"
Damn twins.
I opened my mouth and blushed even more.
"AWWWWWWWWWW! SO CUTE!" the twins sang.
I bit the inside of my mouth in rage. So, maybe I was weaker than usual. I just got over a hangover! And maybe I remembered the kiss whenever Kyoya got close, so I acted…weird. But I still hated him! And he knew that, and he still messed with me, acting like he was flirting with me just to get a rise out of me. And in front of everyone too!
In front of Mori.
The thought made my blush deepen. "I-I'm going home!" I barked in frustration. I turned tail and ran, totally forgetting I left my bag behind. I didn't realize this until I got home, red-faced and panting. I cursed and stomped about, deciding to just get it tomorrow. I went inside, still fuming from what just happened, when I saw Kane.
"Feeling better?" he asked. I nodded. "You okay? You look like ya have a fever…"
"DAMN IT, THE KISS WAS A MISTAKE! I WAS DRUNK, OKAY? LAY OFF IT!" I exploded.
Kane blinked. "Wh-What?"
"N-Nothing!" I said hastily, suddenly embarrassed. Damn. I was an emotional train wreck. "Nooooothing at all."
"YOU KISSED SOMEONE!" he yelped. "Okay, who do I need to beat up? Who got you drunk? Who kissed you?" Kane raged, cracking his knuckles. But he didn't look all that threatening.
"Nothing! I swear!" I grumbled. "Uh…what happened with your girlfriend?" Change the subject; smart tactic.
He stopped. "She…well…"
"Whu?" I asked.
"She told me that she likes me too," he said with a dreamy smile. "But…until we get out of our marriages, we're stuck."
"Oh," I said sympathetically. "Sorry Kane."
"No, this is great!" he bellowed with a smile. "Kasumi, she likes me. Like I like her."
"That's great."
"And my fiancée…well, she's coming Friday. For dinner and to meet with me."
"Greeeeat," I said. I was losing interest.
"You don't have to look so bored…" Kane said with a pout. "Is my love life that boring?"
"Ehhhhh!" I said with a shrug.
"K-Kasumi is so mean!"
"I'm just honest."
"No, it's mean!" Kane whined. "Oh!" he said as he turned all serious again. Some bad shit, Kane. Bad shit. "Sayomi called."
"KYAAAAAAAAAA!" I screamed as I shot past him into the other room. I grabbed the phone and nearly ripped it off the wall. I needed Sayomi! I need my best friend right now, dammit!
I called her faster than the speed of light. She picked up on the third ring with a happy greeting of "hee~llooo?"
I burst out all at once; "OMIGAWD SAYOMI YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT I GOT DRUNK AND KISSED KYOYA AND THEN THE GIRLS RAPED ME WITH LOVE AND I'M SO CONFUSED AND KYOYA IS FUCKING WITH ME, LIKE BLACK MAIL OR SOMETHING AND I AM SO FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW AND I NEED YOOOOOOU."
Silence.
"YOU KISSED KYOYA! THE CREEPY GLASSES GUY!" Sayomi shrieked.
I sobbed dramatically. "Yeeeeeeeeeeeees!"
"Girl…yous gots some issues," she said in her ghetto voice.
"I-I was drunk!" I whined.
"But seriously, Kyoya?"
"I got my first kiss stolen by some cocky French guy…then I gave away my second to the guy I hate most in the world. I…suck," I groaned in defeat, slamming my head against the kitchen wall repeatedly.
"Erk, that does suck. And stop hitting yourself. I called for a reason you know; I'm coming down thuuuuur!"
I stopped my self-infliction of pain and perked up. "NO WAY."
"YES WAY."
"WRYYY?" I was such a cool cat.
"Okay, so, I got a job there! I mean, I was offered a job. It's hard here, you know, finding a job that doesn't pay you minimum wage…anyway, I got a call yesterday. And get this; it's for Yuzuha Hitachiin! She's like, a fashion icon! And she offered mea job! Can you believe it?"
I blinked.
"…..whut?"
"Y'heard me, girl! I know I'm not done with college yet, but I was offered an intern job at an actual fashion company there. The only thing is it doesn't pay, but since I can still finish my classes online, I'll be fine—my parents will still pay my housing and stuff."
"Wow."
Okay, what? Why would Kaoru and Hikaru's mom offer Sayomi a job? Unless…no, they couldn't have pulled strings for Sayomi…right? I mean, they barely knew her. And why go that far for her? Not that Sayomi isn't the coolest person ever, but…
"Yeah," she agreed with a content sigh. "We have to meet up or something. I should be there by the weekend."
"Right. Cool."
"You okay? You sound out of it."
"Well…"
"Oh, right, you did kiss Kyoya…" she said with an amused giggle. "Anyone would be out of it. But, before I hang up on yo ass, I have to ask. What was it like? Kissing him?" she asked. I could just imagine her evil grin.
"Bitch," was all I said before hanging up.
Weird stuff was happening.
Hikaru and Kaoru's mom offering Sayomi an internship…Kyoya acting weird…me acting weird…Kane acting all weird…shit was really happening. And I couldn't follow any of it.
Like always, I was left behind.
A/N: Sorry for the slow updates. Things have been crazy down here, guuuys.
And yeah this chapter was sort of weird. But yeah, stuff is going down soon soooo yuppers. :3
Any ideas for future chapters? What do you wanna see happen with Kasumi and Kyoya? :D lol yeah I've been having writer's block lately so some help would be awesome! Thanks for always being there, guys. It means a lot that you follow my story and that you like it so much. :3
Every time I read a review I get this dorky smile on my face~
Also, thanks for the support with the recent death of a family member. We all took it very hard. We spent all day yesterday watching home movies with her in it, laughing and crying together. We're healing. Slowly but surely.
Well, I hope to see you guys soon!