A/N: Ouran doesn't belong to me but yall knew that!
It was all Ozawa's fault.
Friday morning found Izzy having a conversation with Haruhi before their lunch period started. Despite being a member of that silly club, Izzy genuinely liked Haruhi. He was quite attractive but not in a sense that intimidated her. She also didn't have to hide her sarcastic nature around the younger man.
It was then that Ozawa decided to bodily throw herself into Izzy's back. And while she was usually quite graceful (ten years of dance class to thank for that!) Izzy found herself falling over and taking Haruhi down with her. Luckily, no one was really around to see the two go down hard. Izzy let out a long groan, having landed halfway on top of Haruhi. "Oh!" Hisa gasped above them, hands covering her mouth in mock horror. Her two friends peered around them with the same faces of mock horror.
Izzy was going to tear that girl's hair out.
Izzy's fingers spread across Haruhi's chest, several scenarios of murder railing through her because what was the goddamn point when she stilled, hand twisted in the fabric of Haruhi's blazer. Haruhi was a small, lithe teenager so Izzy wasn't expecting him to be all that firm. She also wasn't expecting the slight bulge hidden under Haruhi's blazer. Izzy's brain short-circuited "Ah?" Izzy opened her mouth but nothing really came out. She moved her hand from the slight bulge and pressed it into the carpet, pushing herself up on her hands and knees. Never mind it probably looked obscene of her. She had more things to worry about.
The first year seemed somewhat surprised but more so concerned. "Are you okay, Izabera-senpai?" Haruhi asked slowly.
No, she was not okay. None of this was okay.
"My, my," Hisa hummed from above them, hand cupping her cheek. "How clumsy of you, Giovanni-chan! You knocked Haruhi-kun down," She exclaimed in a haughty tone. As soon as she got up, she was going to knock Hisa's head from her shoulders. Before Izzy could open her mouth to tell Hisa to shut the hell up, she felt hands at her waist. Hands that were much too large to belong to Haruhi. For the second time, she was pulled to her feet by Mori. He looked at Izzy and then down at Haruhi, seemingly connecting the dots because his usual stony visage cracked. His eyes widened just a bit but Izzy was close enough to see it.
Kaoru and Hikaru were suddenly there as well, both hefting Haruhi up. They looked at Izzy, faces ashen with sudden realization. Before Izzy could say anything, they grabbed Haruhi and ran the other way, all the while calling for Tamaki. "Hey, wait!" Izzy tried to take a step in their direction but Mori kept a firm grip on her. She turned back to him, intimidation for him mostly forgotten. "Mori, would you please—"
"Berry-chan! Ozawa-hime!" Honey literally popped up into her field of vision. Izzy wasn't sure if the vertically stunted third year was there the entire time or not. "We're going to miss lunch, we should all hurry!" He exclaimed. Ozawa and the nameless girls easily fell for Honey's excitable suggestion but Izzy was not fooled. She didn't move an inch, not even when the others began to head towards the dining hall. Izzy's gaze remained in the direction the twins and Haruhi had gone off to.
"Giovanni-chan," Mori uttered, breaking her stare. Her head snapped up into his direction. "Lunch is important," He reminded her in a simple tone. Izzy had the feeling that he wasn't giving her much of a choice With a helpful nudge from Mori, Izzy started towards the dining hall.
It was an odd day. Izzy felt like Mori and Honey were watching her like hawks during class time, which proved to be kind of alarming. The two weren't even trying to hide their gazes. Honey at least conversed with her but Mori opted to just stare her down. She also caught glimpses of the rest of the Host Club staring at her in between classes. That wasn't a good thing but none of them really intimidated her. Except for Mori, of course. And Kyoya. Hell if she would admit to either one. People would probably agree with her if she did bother to confess her intimidation of Mori and Kyoya though.
By the last class, Izzy decided that the new development was none of her business. As odd as it may be, Haruhi and the rest of the Hosts had their reasons. Although now she thought Haruhi's normality was out of the window. But as she said, it's none of her business. On her way to meet Fumiko, she pulled Ozawa to the side. "I don't appreciate your little stunt earlier, Ozawa," She frowned at the honey-blonde. "Knock it off."
"Oh," Ozawa pursed her lips. "Are you threatening me, Giovanni? What are you going to do, get the Mafia on me?"
Izzy took a step closer to Ozawa, scowling harshly. "You're going to wish that's what I do if you don't knock this nonsense off. You've been giving me a hard time since I got here and I don't even know why," She snapped angrily. Ozawa folded her arms across her chest and turned her her head indignantly. Izzy rolled hers eyes and opened her mouth to continue only to be interrupted. Kaoru and Hikaru sidled up her sides much like twin snakes. Ozawa quickly changed her body language, turning back into Izzy's direction.
"Hime!" they exclaimed in perfect unison. "Just the lady we were looking for," they continued to speak as one. Izzy wasn't sure which one was which but one of them had a distinctively lower voice than the other.
"I thought I told you not to call me that," She pointed out blankly.
"You told the Boss that," the one on her left pointed out.
"And that means it doesn't apply to you two as well?"
"Nope," the one on the right popped his lips.
"Of course not."
"Hikaru-kun, Kaoru-kun," Ozawa piped up, mostly forgotten. "Is there any reason why Club is cancelled today?" She asked, genuinely concerned. For some odd reason, Izzy had an odd feeling when Ozawa mentioned the Host Club. Something wasn't right but she couldn't figure out what.
"Oh, just some urgent things we have to sort out," the one on the left mused. He was the one with the noticeably lighter voice. Izzy just had to wait for them to use names. Ozawa nodded slowly, smiling in what Izzy guessed was supposed to be a flirty way.
"We have to talk to you, Hime," the one on the right suddenly said. His arm slid slowly around her waist. The other one wrapped his arm around her shoulders, halting her from getting away.
"Stop calling me that, I'm not a princess," Izzy grumbled in that same blank tone. Ozawa stared at Izzy for a hard second before offering a flirty goodbye to the twins. Izzy rolled her eyes and then glanced between the twins. "You can let go," She suggested in a low tone. Izzy was just a bit taller so the twins had to look around her instead of over head like they usually did with most girls. Izzy's eyes narrowed at the motion. Before she could force her way out of their hold, they wrapped their hands around her arms and suddenly took off.
By the time her senses caught up to her, she was being thrown into a plush chair in the host room. "Okay," She said once she got her wits about her. "I'm not sure what the meaning of this is but I'm over it," She began to stand only to have one of them force her back into the chair by her shoulders. "Get off."
He peered over her, a cheshire grin adorning his handsome features. Izzy didn't like it one bit. "If you don't sit still, Hime, we'll be forced to do something drastic."
The other one nodded, "Plan B."
"Get off of me before I hurt you."
The twins must have already planned for this because before she could make well on her threat, her arms were pinned to her sides. The other twin twined thick rope around Izzy, pinning her to the chair. Izzy only blinked, mind short circuiting for a second time because did they just tie her to a chair? She thought about screaming at them but then what would that do? She was pretty sure that no one would really hear her screams, this school was huge after all and the heavy doors did a great job at muffling whatever was going on in the room. Her head dropped to her chest, curly hair creating a curtain to shield her face.
The twins regarded her quietly, wondering how long it would take for the others to come. "How old are you, Hime?" Kaoru asked.
"Seventeen," Izzy picked her head up slowly, figuring why the hell not answer their questions? She was obviously going to be there with them for quite some time.
"Ah, when's your birthday?"
"February 13th."
"Oh, you're an Aquarius just like Haruhi."
"What a coincidence, we seem to have more things in common than I originally thought."
"Well look who has a sense of humor."
"Every once and awhile."
The twins chuckled at Izzy's dry wit. "Do you have any special talents?" Hikaru decided to join in on twenty questions. Izzy was being agreeable, which was odd since they essentially kidnapped and tied her to a chair. They figured there would be a lot of screaming coming from her.
"I wouldn't call them special but I dance and play instruments."
"What kind of instruments?"
Izzy shrugged a shoulder, "Most instruments, really."
"Are you a musical prodigy?"
Another shrug, "I've been called that before."
"What kind of dancing do you do?"
Izzy frowned, hazel eyes straying to the side. "Ballroom, ballet, salsa, tango, the usual dances."
"Have you ever competed seriously?"
"Not since I started high school."
The french doors open before the twins could ask her anything else. For some odd reason, she wasn't as annoyed as she should be as the rest of the Host Club filed in. To her utter amusement, they all paused at the sight they're presented with. So tying girls to chairs wasn't a normal thing. What a surprise. "Hey," She greeted tonelessly.
"What…" Tamaki sputtered at the sight. "What is the meaning of this? Are you two crazy? Why is she tied up like that?! You can tie her up like that, she's a princess!"
They seemed more surprised and appalled than she was, which made her snort boyishly. "Because I think she might be willing to actually hit us," Hikaru answered seriously. "Besides, she said she's no princess," He pointed out Izzy's disdain for the nickname. Silence fell over the group. Now that there wasn't other girls around, Izabera might actually hit one of them. So perhaps tying her up wasn't such a bad idea.
"You guys are being ridiculous. You can't tie a person up like this," Haruhi pointed out in an exasperated tone. "Untie her right now."
"I think they might have a point, Haruhi," Tamaki said slowly, somewhat uncomfortable with how calm and non-responsive Izzy was being. Since he's met the girl, she's been quite fiery. Her behavior now reminded him of the calm before a storm. A lot like Mori losing his temper.
"Can we please just get on with this?" Izzy rolled her eyes. "I have things to do, not to mention my cousin is probably wondering where I am."
"Fumiko-hime went home," Kyoya finally spoke. "We told her you were seeking extra lessons after classes ended. She understood."
Izzy's icy facade cracked for a nanosecond before recovering. "You think of everything, don't you?" She asked rhetorically.
"That's not the point, the point is we were informed you and Haruhi took a fall today," Kyoya spoke smoothly like this was some business deal and Izzy wasn't tied to a damn chair.
"So?" Izzy asked blandly. "I've known you for about a week and I can confidently say you're not one to beat around the bush," She briskly stated. "So, as I've said before, I've got things to do."
Kyoya didn't falter under Izzy's words, not that she expected him to. "It's come to our attention that you may know something about our dear Haruhi," he motioned to said brunette, who looked just as fed up as Izzy.
"What? That Haruhi is actually a girl? I don't really care."
Tamaki shoved his face into hers, gripping the armrests with strength she didn't know he possessed. "Y-You don't?" He asked slowly, like he didn't really believe her words.
Izzy scowled at him. "Get out of my face," She hissed in annoyance. "And no, I really don't care. I mean, granted, it's odd that she's masquerading as a boy to waltz these girls into a stupor but everyone has their kinks and I'm usually not one to judge.." She tried her best to shrug. Tamaki looked over his shoulder at Kyoya, at a loss for words. He really expected Izzy to put up more of a fight. She'd come across some damning information against the Host Club and she wasn't going to use it?
"I feel like you are one to judge. Harshly," Hikaru commented with a hint of dry humor to his tone. A wan smile pulled at Izzy's plump lips.
"Look, you've got your reasons, I'm sure, but I really don't care. I think the entire idea of your Host Club is ridiculous and her situation, whatever that may be, fits right in. So, if you would please untie me, that would be wonderful. I won't ask again," Izzy's wan smile became tight. Tamaki backed away from the woman. He still had no idea what Izzy was capable of. Any girl that could resist any one of their charms was a dangerous foe. Kyoya nodded slowly, as if he was pondering her words. She wasn't fooled.
"Very well, Giovanni-hime," He nodded while ignoring when she rolled her eyes at the title. "But do keep in mind," his head twitched and suddenly his glasses glinted ominously. "The Ootori family possesses a private police force of nearly over 100. Remember that before making any decisions pertaining to Haruhi's true gender."
Izzy cocked her head back, "did you just threaten me?"
"Take it how you see fit."
"Untie me right now."
"What are you going to do if we untie you?" Kaoru asked with some obvious concern hinted in his voice.
"I'm going to hit him with this chair."
Haruhi snorted into her palm. Tamaki paled, the twins laughed while Honey and Mori remained unaffected by her threat. "I'm sure you will, hime," Kyoya commented in that same cool tone.
"Hime, you can't hit people with chairs," Tamaki spoke slowly, somewhat afraid of the older girl. "It's not...well...it's just not nice."
"Yes but tying someone up and subtly threatening them is?" Izzy quirked a sculpted brow. Tamaki opened his mouth but snapped it closed after realizing she had a valid point. "Yeah, didn't think so," She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily, wincing when the rope dug into her chest.
Honey threw himself into her lap, momentarily surprising her. "You really won't tell anyone about Haru-chan, will you?" He asked, turning his freakishly large and watery eyes on her. Izzy faltered under the gaze, trying to remain stoney faced but failing in misery.
"No, Honey-chan," She sighed once more. "I really won't tell anyone about Haruhi, don't worry," She told him in a softer tone. Mori leaned over her, deft fingers quickly undoing the knots. Izzy tried to subtly lean away as the ropes loosened until they fell into her lap. She pursed her lips, inhaling in relief once the pressure was gone. She rubbed at her arms, hoping she didn't have rope burn.
"You okay, Izabera-senpai?" Haruhi asked when Izzy stood up. Izzy gathered the rope in her arms and shoved it at the twins with an evil look in her eye.
"As good as I can get after being kidnapped, tied up and threatened," Izzy shrugged nonchalantly. There was a spark of amusement in her eyes but it was gone in an instant. "But if it ever happens again, I will hit someone with a chair. Probably Tamaki. Or Kyoya. Maybe both," Izzy busily dusted her dress off, ignoring Tamaki's nervous expression. For some odd reason, he felt like Izzy would hit him first. And hard. The brunette turned to him with a blank look and then slowly smiled. Tamaki hid behind Mori. Izzy huffed a laugh and shook her head, muttering about her luck in Italian. "Well, if the interrogation is over," She ceased her muttering to look at Kyoya. He shot her a false smile. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "I'm leaving. Arrivederci."
She left before they could stop her, eager to get back to Chihiro's home. She dug through her schoolbag in search of her phone, cursing her dress' lack of pockets. A headache began pulsing at her temples as she requested for a car to come pick her up. "This school is ridiculous," Izzy muttered while throwing her phone back into her bag. She decided to wait outside since the weather was still so nice. She settled at one of the ornate fountains, dipping the tips of her fingers into the water. "God, why is this my life?"
"You know talking to yourself is a sign of an impending mental collapse."
Izzy tried hard not to jump but frowned tightly when she turned to look at Haruhi. "Dealing with you and your friends, I'm surprised it hasn't already happened," She retorted blankly. "It won't be long, I suspect," She continued in that same tone. Haruhi let out a small laugh and sat down next to Izzy, not bothering to wait for an invitation to do so. Izzy raised a brow at this but said nothing about it.
"I just wanted to apologize for…." Haruhi trailed off with a thoughtful look. "Well...them. They….they mean well and really didn't mean any harm."
A sly grin pulled at Izzy's lips, reminding Haruhi of a surly cat. "Yes, well, no one really means any harm when they've kidnapped a person, do they?" the older brunette asked rhetorically. Haruhi rolled her eyes into Izzy's direction. "I knew there was something off about you but I couldn't place it," Izzy admitted after a pause.
"I thought you didn't care."
Izzy's face darkened just a bit. "I don't," She stressed. "It was just an observation made the first day I was dragged to the Host Club," Izzy shrugged almost apathetically. She glanced at Haruhi, an odd look in her eye. "Well, will you explain how—" she raised her hand towards Haruhi and waved it fleetingly. "—this came about?"
"Sounds like you care, Izabera-senpai."
Izzy's head rolled into Haruhi's direction but Haruhi ignored the look. Instead, she heeded Izzy's request and told her all about the beginning of her school year and meeting the Host Club members. To her surprise, Izzy seemed rather amused with the story and listened with rapt fascination. "So you mean to tell me that you've been roped into this mess because of some poorly placed vase?" Izzy asked after Haruhi was done spinning her tale of joining the Host Club. "I'm sure they could have easily replaced that vase. I bet it was an ugly vase too.."
"It was a priceless Renaissance vase."
Izzy rolled her eyes. "Rich people are ridiculous…"
Haruhi gave her a funny look. "You're a rich person, Izabera-senpai…"
Izzy twisted a stray curl around her finger. "Oh, well, yes, I suppose so. My parents didn't raise me to be so…" Izzy paused for a moment, trying to think of a word. Her father had a rather normal upbringing, not becoming part of high society until around the time she was born. Alphonse was humble in the sense that Masami was not and made sure to raise his children just as humbly despite the abundance of wealth that surrounded them. "They didn't raise me to be so pretentious. My grandfather was a carpenter and my grandmother was a seamstress until she began to raise her children."
"Oh," Haruhi blinked rapidly. "I didn't know that. What does your father do?"
"He owned a winery business and built it up from there. He's branched off into fashion, jewerly, banking and real-estate," Izzy explained rather proudly. "Mama mostly helps him keep it all afloat. She had a lot of experience in business when she was growing up."
"I think Kyoya-senpai mentioned something about your mother being the former heiress to an automobile company so I guess that would explain her experience growing up?"
"It unnerves me that he seems to know so much."
Haruhi chuckled just as an expensive car came to a rolling spot outside of the gates. Izzy squinted at the car, spotting Morimoto's insignia. "Would you like a ride home, Haruhi?" She asked while standing up.
"No, that's fine," Haruhi stood as well. Izzy swiped her bag up and noticed just how short Haruhi was compared to her. Even Fumiko had some height over her and Fumiko was pretty short. "Thanks for the offer though, Senpai."
To Haruhi's surprise, Izzy gave her a genuine smile. "Very well. Have a safe trip home."
"So you punched him in the face?" Izzy asked while padding through the house Sunday afternoon. "Not your best decision, Vinny," She chuckled into the phone while ducking into the kitchen. She grabbed a bowl of fruit from the fridge and settled at the island, all the while laughing at her brother's latest fiasco.
"Well, what was I supposed to do, Lala?"
"I don't know, not punch our cousin in the face?"
"Matteo deserved it. You know how much he pisses me off anyway. Conceited ass, he is."
Izzy chewed loudly, knowing it would irritate Vincente. "I still think you could have handled that differently, Vinny. You aren't children," Izzy said through a grin. "What did Mama and Papa say about it?"
"That's rich coming from you, Lala. You've punched Matteo in the face before and on top of that, broke his nose. And they didn't say much. Matteo's mother wasn't happy about it but you know how much of a harpy that woman is."
"Well, he was being sexist, what was I supposed to do?" Izzy snorted and rolled her eyes. "I'll never understand why Zio Gabriel married Carlotta in the first place. Papa said she was a harpy from the start."
"Papa said she had great legs."
"And now he's stuck with a harpy with great legs for a wife. And a stupid son. Great going, Zio Gabe," Izzy waved her fork in the air to punctuate her point. "I'm surprised they haven't divorced yet, they clearly hate one another."
"Where's Zia Chi and Fufu? It sounds quiet," Vincente easily changed the subject.
"They went shopping. They wanted me to come along but you know how I feel about shopping," Izzy shrugged blandly. "I got enough of that with Zia Vivi," She rolled her eyes but smiled at the thought of their redheaded aunt. That woman exasperated her to no end but she missed the woman.
A young maid suddenly breezed by towards the front door. Her name was Aimi and she was one of the few maids that Izzy got along well with. Izzy only glanced over her shoulder but quickly went back to her conversation with her brother. "Izabera-chan!" Aimi called back. "You have visitors!"
"Mn?" Izzy frowned and got up slowly, telling Vicente to hold on for a second. She hurried to the front door, frowning at Aimi's blushing face. "Who is it?" She asked, opening the door wide enough to peer out. All color drained from her face and she quickly slammed the door shut. "Oh hell," She swore under her breath, forgetting that her brother was still on the phone.
"Did you just curse? You know how Mama and Papa feel about your cursing, Lala."
"Oh shut up. What are you going to do, Vinny? Tell on me?" She snapped into the phone. "It's partially your fault anyway. You, Lonny and Franky constantly cursed around me growing up. What did you expect?"
"We expected you to be a proper young lady and not take after us."
"Oh whatever," Izzy snapped into the phone.
"Izabera-chan!" Aimi gasped loudly. "What's gotten into you? You can't just slam the door in those poor boys' faces! That's not polite at all!"
"Boys? Did she say boys?"
"You can understand Japanese, Vinny?"
"A little but that's not the point! There's boys there while Zia Chi isn't home?"
"That's not the case, Vin."
"Izabera-chan, they're still knocking."
"I can hear them, Aimi. Ignore it. They'll go away."
"What the hell is going on, Isabella?"
Izzy couldn't think straight with all the noise going on around her. With a quick goodbye to Vinny, Izzy hung the phone up and shoved her phone into the waistband of her yoga pants. She grabbed the door handle and whipped it open, glaring fiercely at the intruders. "Stop that!" She snapped and smacked Tamaki's hand away from the door. Why the Host Club was standing on her doorstep was beyond her but it explained why Aimi was blushing like some fourteen year old girl.
She pinched the bridge of her nose, already feeling a migraine coming on before anyone even opened their mouths. "Izabera-hime!" Tamaki flew at Izzy with arms stretched wide. Izzy took a small step to the side and watched blankly as Tamaki face planted the floor.
"Charming," She uttered blandly while looking down at the fallen blond. Honey inched forward, squatting down to poke at Tamaki's leg. "I hope he's not dead, I can't shut the door if he's lying right there," Izzy continued while folding her arms across her chest.
"I think she might be more brutal than Haruhi," Hikaru said thoughtfully. Kaoru rubbed his chin thoughtfully, glancing in between the brunettes. There was a lot of similarities between the two girls. He agreed along with his brother. Izabera seemed even more cruel, aloof and blank than Haruhi.
Izzy sighed heavily. "Get up, Tamaki. You'll ruin the floors and they just finished mopping," She shook her head and moved away, walking down the hallway. "And come in, don't just stand in the doorway. I'll doubt you'll go away at this point…" She called back to them. Aimi smiled as they shuffled inside the house, laughing nervously when Tamaki peeled himself up off the floor to follow after his friends.
They filed into the large living room, settling down in various spots. Tamaki and the twins got up only seconds after sitting down to study the large collection of photos framed around the living room. "Ah, look, it's Izabera-hime! Why are you dressed like that?" Tamaki pointed out one particular picture of Izzy right before high school. She was dressed in a black top with lace sleeves, a blood red skirt with a high slit and very high heels. "It looks recent."
Izzy peered over his shoulder and let out a noise of discontent. "I didn't know she had that picture," Izzy frowned thoughtfully. "I was doing a salsa dance for a fundraiser event for my family a couple of months ago," She folded her arms while studying the picture of herself in the middle of a twirl. Hikaru and Kaoru crowded around her, shoving Tamaki out of the way to look at the picture.
"Ooooh," they spoke in unison and Izzy didn't even try to figure out who was who. "Wow, Hime, you sure do have long legs," Kaoru whistled. "Are you sure you don't want to model any of our clothes? You would make a great model."
"No," Izzy replied flatly. "I've gotten enough of that from my Aunt Vivi."
"Vivi?"
"Aunt Viviana, she's a fashion designer."
Hikaru blinked owlishly. "Viviana is your aunt?" He asked as if he really couldn't believe it. Izzy quirked an eyebrow and shrugged but nodded. "You're nothing alike," He stated, amazed that Izzy was related to the larger than life fashion designer. Izzy rolled her eyes and shook her head this time before losing interest.
"Anyone want to explain why you all decided to show up out of the blue?" She asked, looking around the room. Tamaki and the twins kept their backs turned, busily ogling the photos. "Or how you even knew where I lived?" She asked. Haruhi, Honey and Mori turned to look at Kyoya. Izzy twisted her mouth in an attempt to stave off a sigh. "Right. That was a stupid question."
"There's a moon-viewing festival later today," Haruhi decided to speak up. Nine times out of ten, Izzy wouldn't yell at her for the stupid idea the Host Club had come up with. "Usually I don't care to go or not but they wanted to experience a festival thrown by commoners," Haruhi shrugged, apathetic to their plans.
"Right...well...what's that got to do with showing up on my doorstep?"
"Hika-chan and Kao-chan thought it would be a great idea to invite you, Berry-chan," Honey spoke up with a wide smile. Honey was also one they were sure Izzy wouldn't yell at. While she was mostly immune to their attractive features, she still fell for his cute face. They doubted she would admit to it though.
"Did they?" Izzy looked towards the twins, noticing their backs stiffening under her gaze. "How thoughtful of them," She continued in that icy tone. Unlike Haruhi and Honey, Izzy was ready and willing to yell at the twins. She crouched down to Honey's height and smiled kindly. "Isn't that thoughtful, Honey-chan?" She asked in a sweet voice. The others weren't fooled by her words. "Unfortunately, I must decline."
Honey's face fell and he hugged Usa-chan closely to his chest. Tamaki was suddenly crouching next to her, frowning dramatically. "Why?" He whined while looking as if he wanted to hug her again. Izzy's eyes narrowed in his direction, a silent warning to nix the idea.
"I decided today would be the perfect day to study. Chi and Fu are both out shopping and I've finally got some peace and quiet."
"Studying?" Hikaru leaned over the three with his hands on his hips. "That's boring, Hime! You always have your nose in a book. Aren't your eyes getting tired from all of that reading?" He asked as Izzy placed her elbow on knee to cup her face.
"I take it you don't read much," She muttered with eyes closed.
"She's just like Haruhi," Kaoru grinned from his spot by the picture frames. "Always studying. Why don't you give it a rest for the day, Hime?"
"Give that stupid nickname a rest."
"What are we supposed to call you?"
"My name?"
"Can we call you Berry-chan like Honey-senpai?"
"Ew, no. The way you say it makes it sound so wrong."
"We're getting off track," Kyoya finally spoke up. He tried to say it with a smile but the fact that he was growing impatient was evident in his tone. The twins ceased their bickering with Izzy about nicknames immediately.
"Mommy is right," Tamaki shot to his feet, ignoring Izzy's confused 'mommy?' comment. "Izabera…." He paused with a thoughtful look. "Izabera-senpai, hurry to get dressed so we can leave at once. We don't like arriving to functions late."
"I know you just heard me decline the offer, Tamaki. I wasn't speaking Italian when I said I must decline. No means no," Izzy rolled her eyes and stood to her own height. She was still a bit shorter than Tamaki but not by much. Besides, her fierce glare made up for it.
The blond frowned and sighed dramatically. Izzy was beginning to think that anything Tamaki did was dramatic. It was his personality. "Well, I suppose you've left us with no choice, Izabera-senpai," He shook his head forlornly. Izzy cocked her hip to the side and folded her arms. "Mori-senpai," He looked over her shoulder, ignoring her confused expression. "Plan B, if you will."
The last time a 'Plan B' was mentioned, she was tied up. "Oh no, no more Plan B's," She began to turn in Mori's direction only to let out a squeal of surprise when the room spun. Izzy was swept off her feet in an instant, settled over Mori's shoulder before she could figure out what was going on. "Are you serious right now?" She shrieked angrily. "You put me down right now, Mori! I mean it!" Izzy's face turned red and she started to squirm relentlessly.
"I don't think that was necessary," Haruhi managed over Izzy's shouts of protest. "When you said you wanted to be friends with her and wanted her to come along, this is not what I had in mind. She already threatened you for kidnapping her once already. We're going to do it again?" She asked while rolling her eyes. Izzy's began shouting in Italian.
"I'm not sure about what she's saying but I'm certain it's not fitting for a proper young lady," Hikaru grinned mischievously.
Mori shifted Izzy on his shoulder, clamping his hand down tightly when she nearly teetered too far over his shoulder. "Stop moving or you'll fall," He warned simply when she paused to take a deep breath.
"Alright," Tamaki clapped his hands. "Let's go. We'll have to provide Izabera-senpai with proper clothing so let's get a move on."
Izzy groaned when they began moving towards the front door. They passed Aimi on the way, who, once she saw Izzy perched on Mori's shoulder, began sputtering in question. Kyoya stepped in at that point, smoothly explaining where she would be for the rest of the day.
"Don't worry, Berry-chan," Honey and Haruhi fell behind Mori to talk to Izzy. "You'll have lots of fun tonight, Usa-chan says so!"
"Sorry about this," Haruhi apologized serenly. "But once they've got an idea in their heads, there's no stopping them. It's better to just go along with whatever they've got planned," She shook her head but Izzy took notice of her small smile.
"I cannot believe what my life has spiraled into," Izzy whined while placing her elbow into Mori's back. A very strong back, she noted. Her face flushed but she quickly shook it away. She leaned her chin against her fist and looked down at Haruhi and Honey. She really hoped Mori wouldn't drop her on her face.
Her pride was bruised enough.
TeeBeMe: Torturing Izzy is more fun than Xin sometimes lol. Read, review, favorite and follow. See yall next update.