Chapter 4: Friday Night

Basically, everyone was invited to the party. Tamaki arrived with his father and grandmother, a cold woman who intimidated Kira. Her grandmother was kind, loving woman who always had cookies ready whenever Kira visited her. Hikaru and Kaoru arrived with their mother. Mori and Honey arrived with their family. Lastly, Kyoya arrived with his father and mother. His elder sister couldn't come because she was at home with her husband. His elder brothers were busy at work and couldn't come. The adults went their way to discuss politics or whatever they talked about and the teens went up to the loft where they could hang out and have some snacks.

Hikaru and Kaoru played on their handheld video game, the new 3DS, Mori and Honey ate some sweets and talked idly, and Kyoya and Tamaki discussed what they were going to do in the host club the coming week. Kira sat off to the side, keeping to herself, and found great interest in her nails. Suddenly, she heard something heavy drop and heard Hikaru whimper in pain. She looked over and saw a heavy book on his foot. It was her father's old, worn hard-covered Bible, and she went over to lift it off.

"Be careful," she said quietly, holding the old book to her chest. "This is very old and delicate. It's an antique."

"Hikaru," she heard Kaoru purr and she saw the twins engage in an intimate embrace. "You need to be more careful. Next time, focus on me, okay?"

"Okay," was Hikaru's loving whisper.

Honestly, Kira didn't mind gay people, just as long as she didn't have to see them kissing or acting lovey-dovey in her face. Public displays of affection in general made her feel awkward and uncomfortable. However, if they were doing it in her house where she or her parents could see them, the buck stopped there. The twincest thing wasn't cute to her. The act was weird and cringe-worthy.

"Oh, gag me with a tongue depressor," she muttered to herself, placing a hand to her temples. She shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"What was that?" She heard Kaoru's defensive question and she saw how the curious look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," she said irritably she turned to face him, "but I don't approve of your little incest-homosexuality act in my house, so please don't do that crap in my house." She reproachfully glared at the twins and placed her hands on her hips. "I mean, guys, not every girl finds that cute."

"Are you a homophobe?" asked Hikaru defensively, looking a little offended.

"No," she replied in exasperation, rolling her eyes. "I know love is love but I don't approve of incest, even if it is an act. We have three rules in this house; memorize them: One, no walking around naked. Two, no intercourse until everyone's in bed. And three, no incest. The last one should be a no-brainer. Incest is a terrible action."

"Now, you listen here—" started Hikaru, getting fired up, but Tamaki placed an arm in front of him and the twin stopped.

"Hikaru," he said calmly, his blue eyes considerate, "if those are the rules of her house, then please, obey them. It would be rude if we acted against hers and her parents' wishes. As I always say, when in Rome, do as the Romans do."

Kira felt a pang of gratitude towards Tamaki. Maybe he's not a ditzy blowhard after all, she thought as she stared at him, gratefully. She gave him a small nod and smiled a bit. Maybe they could be friends.

"Now, apologize to Kira-sama," he ordered the twins, pointing at her.

"What for?" asked the twins in unison, looking legitimately confused. Kira wanted to laugh because of how in sync they were. It truly was a sight to see.

"Well, for one, you snooped in her father's stuff, and two, you offended her. So, we're back to this: Apologize to her." Tamaki sounded like he was serious, so the twins caved and raised their hands in true contrition.

"We're sorry, Kira-sama," the two said, bowing slightly. She couldn't hold anything against them. They did sound truly sorry and she couldn't hold a grudge against them.

"It's okay," she remarked softly, reaching out to pat them on the arms. "Thanks for sticking up for me, Suoh-san." She gave him a smile that made her eyes light up in a way that Kyoya loved.

"You're welcome, mademoiselle," he replied cordially, bowing to her slightly in respect. "Seeing the genuine smile on your face brings joy to my heart."

Kira chuckled at him and shook her head. "Always so theatric, aren't you, Tamaki?" she teased, her smile turning into a smirk.

Tamaki chuckled and scratched the back of his head in a bashful fashion. "You've got me there, maiden," he remarked, smiling back at her.

Honey, who was quiet throughout the dispute, suddenly spoke up. "Kira-chan, your house is a bit different than those in Japan. Why is that?" He gave her a curious look with his cute big brown eyes. The maternal feelings in her heart made him endearing to her.

"Well, you see," she said politely, giving him a gentle smile, "before we moved here, my dad stayed a few months to put the house together. The reason it probably looks different is because my dad kept a western influence on it. It's so we feel comfortable here. Instead of Tatami mats, Dad placed tile and carpet, and instead of those short tables, Dad put our large dinner table downstairs. Does that make any sense, Honey-senpai?"

"Yeah," he answered, big brown eyes glowing joyfully. He nodded and he seemed to glow with childlike innocence. "Takashi," he now spoke to Mori, "we should ask my parents to add some western décor in our houses."

"Yeah," was Mori's quiet reply before falling silent. He wasn't much of a talker compared to his cousin.

Hikaru and Kaoru, who got over the argument with Kira, asked the girl about the heavy book that fell on them. They both wrapped an arm around her shoulders and leaned on her.

"What was that, Kira-sama?" asked Hikaru curiously, gazing down at her. "The book was really heavy."

"Oh," said Kira brightly, as if remembering about it, "that was my dad's Bible. You wanna see it?"

The girl got up, pulled the Bible out, and showed it to them. "See," she said, pointing to the old small portrait of Jesus on it, "the book is really old. There are pictures in it and the writing is in Shakespearean English. You see, it's been passed through the family since they arrived on Plymouth Rock in the sixteen-hundreds. Regardless our religious beliefs, we've held onto this Bible because it is a connection to the ancestors."

Kaoru grabbed the heavy book and flipped it open to see the family tree page. "You have a lot of relatives, don't you?" he asked, reading over the names and dates written in spiraling cursive. "Who's Mamere?" He stared at the name in parentheses that appeared to be added later on, possibly by Kira herself.

"She was my great-grandmother," answered Kira, smiling fondly. A sad look entered her brown eyes from the memories that she had of the past. "You see, Mamere is French for 'grandma'. Her parents were French, I think, so I have a lot of European descent in me. I'm part Italian, French, British, Scottish, and German. My dad's side is German, Scottish, and British. His side was the one that came to America first. In fact, one of my ancestors was a signer of the Mayflower Compact. My dad's grandmother made a book of my paternal family's history. It was one of her last hobbies before she died."

"Wow," remarked the twins in unison, closing the Bible to look at her. "That's so cool. We'd like to read that book."

Kira nodded with a smile on her face, glad that they sounded interested in her American roots. "Yeah it is," she replied kindly, letting her walls down a bit. "I'll try to dig the book out for you guys if you're interested. I'll do my best to decipher my great-grandma's writing for you. Her penmanship is swirly and small."

Kyoya felt a pang of envy because Kira's smiles were never directed at him. It wasn't fair that everyone else got to see her smile but he didn't. Her smiles were so pretty because her eyes would light up and her soft face would glow like an angel's. Kyoya scowled when he saw the twins hanging around her and, suddenly, he was confused. Why did he care if Kira was getting affection from other boys, especially if they were his friends from the Host Club?

Tamaki seemed to pick up on the tension that seemed to be surrounding Kyoya like an aura. It honestly concerned the blond that his friend was acting so strange.

"Are you okay, Kyoya?" asked the blond in concern, getting Kyoya's attention.

The bespectacled boy jumped at the sound of his friend's voice and hurried to respond. "I'm fine, Tamaki," he answered in a tone that sounded like what he felt was the complete opposite.

"Isn't Kira-sama a gem?" he asked quietly, staring at the girl who was laughing over a joke the twins were telling. He stared at the girl in open admiration. "If she didn't hate me, I would actually consider asking her out on a date."

Kyoya scowled again as he stared at Kira. Why did Tamaki have to tell him that? He never wanted to hit anyone as much as he wanted to hit Tamaki right now. The sudden violence surprised him because it was over a girl. He and Tamaki never fought over a girl before. To him, it sounded shallow and dumb. However, he was curious. Why did everyone like Kira? Sure, she was friendly, sweet, beautiful, and adorable, but surely, Kyoya wasn't interested in her, right? He was merely trying to get her and her family on his side. Business did not include developing romantic feelings for anyone.

"Hey, Kyoya-san," said Kira in a sweet voice, getting Kyoya's attention. "Hikaru-san and Kaoru-san tells me that you're known as the Shadow King. Is that true? Are you the King of Darkness?" She gave him a teasing smile and waggled her eyebrows in a humorous fashion.

"Depends on how much sleep I get," replied Kyoya coldly, fisting his trembling hands. "Hikaru and Kaoru need to mind their own business."

The chilly look he directed at the twins caused them to whimper and cower behind Kira like she was their protector from Mr. Evil. Kira, of course, gave Kyoya an evil look of her own that easily rivaled his. She had no fear of him, which was something he secretly loved.

"Hey, be nice, Kyoya," she said firmly, eyes flashing angrily. She placed her hands on her hips and lifted her chin at him. "The twins mean no harm."

A nerve jumped in Kyoya's temple and he approached Kira to leer in her face. "Oh, suddenly you three are best friends for life. I thought you couldn't stand them." His sharp tone made her flinch, but she didn't back down.

"Well, they're being nicer than you," she retorted coldly, jutting her chin out rebelliously. "You know, if you weren't so unpleasant, I'd actually consider being nice to you but right now you're sourer than bowlful of lemons. Why do you care if I like the twins?" Her question struck a nerve in him.

"That's none of your business, you little brat," he replied sharply, his voice biting and poisonous.

Before Kira could yell at him, Kyoya took his leave by going downstairs but of course Tamaki ran after him to see what was wrong. Kira just stood there with her mouth open in shock. What the hell did she do to piss him off?

"Now what the hell is eating him?" asked Kaoru suspiciously, breaking the obstinate silence.

Everyone just stared at the stairs, wondering the same thing. It wasn't like Kyoya to lose his temper. Why did he lose it now? He was usually so composed and cool. Why would he lose his temper over something so trivial?

…

Kyoya and Tamaki took a walk in the cold winter night but didn't speak. It was rather nippy out, so Tamaki hugged himself to keep warm. However, Kyoya didn't look cold at all but he did look pissed. Why? The dark-haired boy trekked the court of Kira's neighborhood with Tamaki barely keeping up behind him.

"Kyoya," panted Tamaki, his breath misty from the chill, "what's wrong? Why are you so angry? I've never seen you this angry before."

"That little witch," growled Kyoya angrily, trying to keep himself under control. "I can't believe her! She's so…stubborn!"

"What are you talking about?" asked Tamaki, concerned for his best friend.

"Kira Grey," answered Kyoya coldly, not slowing his manic pace. "Why can't I stop thinking about her? Why does she plague my mind? I can't get her out of my head."

Tamaki placed a hand on Kyoya's shoulder to slow his friend down. "What do you mean?" asked Tamaki with a serious expression on his face.

"Tamaki," said Kyoya, finally calming down. "I think I'm attracted to her. She's always on my mind. All I see is her in my dreams. I can't stop thinking about her or her well-being. I'm jealous that the twins could get her to smile and laugh but I can't. I'm jealous that you can charm her so easily and make her smile."

Tamaki's blue eyes widened with shock and he gasped out loud. "You might be in love with her, Kyoya," he said softly, knowing exactly what was wrong with his friend. "Is that why you stormed out? You couldn't bear the thought of her being with anyone else."

There was a pause of consideration, but then Kyoya answered softly, "That's probably it. Beautiful, darling Kira…" He fell silent to contemplate his emotions that he felt.

Tamaki didn't know what to say or do. What could he say to a love-struck Kyoya? It was all too confusing to Tamaki.

A/N: Thank you to those who liked and reviewed! I lied about the whole drama thing. It will be in the next chapter, trust me! R&R please!