Fun fact #22: Kosuke can speak French fluently.
Winged Kuriboh: Did you actually figure it out or did you just look at the answer in the next chapter? XD
bored411: Well...I'm not gonna deny nor confirm that.
The Yoshinator: Thanks! And uh, sorry, but I don't watch South Park XD
BlackCrowsFrostDragons: It's kinda bittersweet, eh?
Anonymous: Thank you XD Normally, I myself don't mind too much grammatical errors (I make them occasionally) but it bothers me if it's constant.
KOSUKE'S P.O.V.
"Class, this is Kohta Akiyama. He'll be joining us as of today, so let's make him feel welcome. Kohta, you can take any seat you want."
The fifteen-or-sixteen-year-old boy doesn't speak as he slowly steps down the classroom aisle. Similar to the day I arrived here, the girls whisper and giggle as he passes by, blushing vibrant colors of rose and crimson. I won't deny the fact that Kohta is attractive. He might even be considered Host Club material. His hair is tri-colored, chocolate brown highlighted with dark gold and the ends jet black. His skin is toned olive with a single dark mole under his left eye, and his eyes are dark emerald green. He's halfway between muscular and sinewy. He's dressed in the same Ouran uniform for boys, from the black-and-purple tie to the black loafers. He selects a seat three seats in front of the back left corner of the room. He leans back in his wooden seat, draping his arms over the back and crossing his ankles.
"Who does this guy think he is?" Hikaru annoyingly scoffs from Haruhi's left-hand side.
"You're sitting the exact same way he is," sighs Haruhi in response. Hikaru looks down, takes notice of the position he's sitting in, and immediately straightens his posture.
"Whoever he is, he's drawing a lot of attention," says Kaoru. I lean forward to look over his slim shoulders at Kohta.
"Do you believe Tamaki will ask him to join the Host Club?" I inquire. Kaoru simply shrugs his shoulders, unsure.
"Knowing Tamaki-sempai, I wouldn't deny it," Haruhi mutters under her breath. She opens her black notebook and takes out the three-page study notes for the upcoming History test on the Renaissance for all second-year students.
"Well, let's hope that Tamaki doesn't take this head-first," Hikaru sighs loudly. He rests his chin in his right palm with his elbow on the wooden desk. Kohta copies this across the room, and Hikaru growls in annoyance as he drops his arm back down to his side. "This guy's gonna have to make a heckuva reputation for Tono to get him into the Club."
I lean forward to look over at Hikaru in confusion. "I don't mean to disagree with you, but I was only here for two days before Tamaki requested me to join the Host Club."
Hikaru gives me an utterly expressionless look. "Yeah, but if legend goes correctly, you put your blazer in a mud puddle so a goose and her goslings could walk across it."
"...They seemed as if they were in haste," is my only response. Kaoru chuckles aloud and gently pats the top of my head.
The bell dismissing us to our second period rings out from the hall. The four of us quickly pick up our books and book-bags and stand from our seats. Haruhi and the twins quickly wave goodbye to me before they walk out of the door with the other students to their classes in haste. I carefully toss my bookbag over my right shoulder and make my way to the door.
I have just reached the doorway when my foot hits something small and slim. I look down. It's a black and white notebook, laid open-faced on the floor. The front cover says, in messy black scrawl, KOHTA.
I bend down and pick up the notebook, fixing and setting the bedraggled pages as I look down the hall, already full of hurrying students talking and laughing loudly. I can see Kohta traveling down the hall, visible by his multicolored hair and tall posture. I keep one hand firmly on my bookbag and the other on the notebook as I dash after him quickly, saying apologies to the students I accidentally bump into. "Mister Akiyama! I believe you dropped your notebook."
Kohta stops in his tracks in the middle of the crowded hallway and turns around to me, raising a brown eyebrow on his olive-toned forehead. I slow down to a stop in front of him and hold out the notebook. "I apologize for the pages being disheveled, but I attempted to rearrange them."
Kohta remains silent as he takes the notebook from my hand. He looks down at it, then up at me, and raises his eyebrow once again.
He tosses his bookbag (covered in messy permanent marker words and images) over his shoulder and continues walking down the hall, muttering 'geek' under his breath.
00000000000000000000000000000
Today the Host Club's theme is simply colors. Tamaki is white, Haruhi is red, Kyoya is purple, Mori is dark blue, Honey is pink, Kaoru is orange, Hikaru is light blue, and I'm yellow/gold. I had walked away from today's phsycial education class to the locker room to change into the clothes that Kyoya had given me earlier today. The clothes consist of a yellow button-down shirt, a shiny silk gold tie, a plaid sweater vest colored dark yellow and bright yellow, a dark yellow knitted cardigan, not-too-tight yellow jeans, and dark gold loafers. A shining gold rose is pinned to my cardigan. The others are wearing outfits identical to this, but in their fitting colors. For example, Tamaki is white, Haruhi is red, and Kyoya is purple. My ruby red eyes look like they're popping out of my skull.
"Gold's really your color, Kosuke," Chiyo compliments me as she takes a sip from her green tea. Unfortunately, our supply of instant coffee had run severely low—likely only enough for two cups of the beverage—and we would need to buy more before tomorrow.
"It makes your eyes pop," agrees Misora. She smiles at me as she takes a bite of one of the sugar cookies—covered in exquisite flowers made of frosting—laid out on the mahogany table.
"I appreciate it," I tell them with a smile. I abesntmindly straighten the gold rose on the left side of my chest.
Kohta's insult had not actually bothered me today. Or, at least, it wasn't the insult that was bothering me, but more, the fact that he said it. I'm not trying to whine or anything, but I do believe you're not supposed to insult someone when they assist you.
It almost seems as if Misora is listening to my thoughts, because a moment later, she says, "So, Kosuke, have you met Kohta Akiyama yet?"
"I have associated with Mister Akiyama earlier today," I respond. I lean over and take hold of the China teapot to refill Misora's teacup. I carefully pour the hot green liquid into the delicate China.
"He's a jerk, isn't he?" scoffs Chiyo. She lifts up her teacup and silver spoon and almost breaks the China as she taps the spoon harshly on the teacup's edge. She takes a large gulp of tea.
"Er..."
"Chiyo, do you really think Kosuke's going to call a Kohta a jerk?" Misora sighs as she pulls the teacup away from her lips.
"Oh, right." Chiyo takes hold of her snowy white handkerchief and softly dabs the corners of her mouth. "Was he rude to you, Kosuke?"
"I wouldn't necessarily say that Mister Akiyama was directly rude to me," is the only appropriate response I can think of at the moment.
"Did he call you a name?"
"Er...I believe Mister Akiyama referred to me as a...'geek'. I'm not entirely positive of that word's definiton."
"See? He's a jerk," Chiyo says to Misora. Misora makes no effort to object this time. Chiyo turns back to me. "Some guy in the hall pushed me into him by accident, and he called me a clumsy idiot!"
"That does seem rather...superfluous."
"..."
"That seems rather unnecessary."
"Oh. Gotcha."
0000000000000000000000000000
After the closing of the club for the day, I realized that I had forgotten my change of clothes in the locker-room. I ventured out into the hall and approached the locker-room through the three halls that it takes to get there.
When I arrive, I appraoch my red, metal locker door and turn the padlock combination on its handle. I pull the door open and take out the paper bag filled with the T-shirt, jeans, belt and sneakers I would be changing into. I close the locker door and start pulling off my garments.
Before I continue further, I should let you know that there are several locker rooms on the Ouran Academy campus. Two are for all physical education periods (one is for boys and the other for girls), another is for the soccer and swimming team, and two more for other sports teams. Because I have phsycial education as my last period of the day, I'm always alone in the locker room. No one else is there and no one ever walks in.
So you could imagine my surprise when someone walks through the door just as I'm changing into my T-shirt.
00000000000000000
I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO sorry for the late update! I've had Thanksgiving vacation throughout this week, and I've been VERY busy! I'm so so so so so so so so sorry!
~LunarisAmor