There was a new girl at Ouran.
There was a new girl at Ouran andnobody knew who she was. Nobody knew, not even Kyoya, who was pissed because one of his favorite things was intimidating the new kids (Hikaru's words, not his. Kyoya insisted that he was simply getting a read on their personalities).
But all Kyoya knew about the situation was this:
1. New kid was a girl.
2. New kid had some power to keep the press quiet.
3. New kid was probably not born into said power. (AKA, more malleable about picking friends than most of the other kids.)
4. His dad was complaining about Kyoya's lack of connections.
That's basically it. No grade, family name, description of appearance, nothing. Just the gender and a hell of a sense for theatrics, apparently, because the only thing more dramatic at Ouran than making an entrance was refraining from making any entrance at all. Everyone made a stink when they arrived to ward off the sharks out for blood- Kyoya had himself been called such.
Kyoya grinned. It was not a nice grin.
"You're doing it again," Tamaki commented, briefly touching Kyoya's shoulder. Kyoya appreciated the silent announcement of his friends arrival; Tamaki had noticed his anxiety ramping up, then. "This is why you have the least amount of second years following you."
The grin slid off Kyoya's expression, but the glee remained, only fueled by the amusement he felt at their inside joke.
Somehow, Kyoya had been roped in by his best friend in the creation of their high school's Host Club.
("I'm the beauty and you're the brains! Er, oh, that is, not to say you aren't- in fact I think you're rather-"
"Shut up, Tamaki."
"Even moreso when you're red.")
Yeah. Somehow.
Anyways, the joke was that despite Kyoya had the second highest request rate with their first year clientele, he was also the one with the worst turn over rate. Some of the girls just wouldn't be able to handle the coldness Kyoya couldn't help but emanate, couldn't look past the fact that he wasn't as gentle as they wanted him to be, would get boyfriends who hated the very sight of him. And, well, it wasn't Kyoya's fault he couldn't live up to every person's preconception about him.
(It had been Tamaki to have first said that. It took Mori-sempai and Honey-sempai saying it too, for him to finally start believing it.)
But his client base would hopefully even out by the time the girls had reached their second year; the outcome was already looking good, with several girls requesting next year bookings before summer break could even peek its head round the corner. Kyoya felt somewhat smug about that, as he was the essentially the only host to have that sort of feedback.
"Scary," Tamaki teased again, poking Kyoya's taunt cheek. "Imagine if the girls got a glimpse of those pearly whites."
Coming back to himself with a shake of his head, Kyoya halfheartedly swatted his friends hands away. He did accept the pastry shoved into his hands; it was a breakfast croissant, still warm.
"One day the headmaster's son will learn to not take advantage of the kitchen's favoritism," Kyoya said, before taking the first bite at Tamaki's pointed look. Still meeting Tamaki's eyes, he took another.
"One day I won't catch you skipping breakfast," Tamaki playfully griped, and Kyoya shrugged.
"Studying," he said unhelpfully. Tamaki sighed like Kyoya was being particularly difficult.
"I know," Tamaki said, "we were sitting next to each other." He bumped shoulders with Kyoya.
"Oh," Kyoya dumbly replied, wracking his brain to try and remember this morning. When he came up empty, he impatiently barrelled on: "New girl."
Tamaki sniffed, which was the equivilant of him rolling his eyes as hard as he could. "Yes, yes, the new girl. Not 'thank you Tamaki for always taking care of m'- ack!"
"Thank you Tamaki, for always taking care of me," Kyoya dully repeats, before he acted like his palm hadn't just smacked at Tamaki's shoulder. The croissant is good, with the cheese gooey and warm and the eggs scrambled easy, just like he liked them. Something tightened in Kyoya's throat, a swell of something that more and more often would send him off his feet and tumbling to the ground.
For something to say, Kyoya prodded again, "the new girl?"
(Despite himself he didn't say, again, more affectionately, "Thank you, Tamaki, for always taking care of me.")
A strange and fond look crossed Tamaki's face before the pair of boys huddled closer together to gossip. "New girl seems to be a- a strange case," was Tamaki's clunky opener.
"Your other best friend is a crossdressing girl who you used to refer to as a dog," Kyoya pointed out, plenty of other weird scenarios lined up in his ammunition. Then, because he's a good friend, Kyoya prodded: "I doubt a mid year transfer's causing you to say something that cautious and vague."
"I snuck a glimpse at some records," Tamaki admitted, sheepish. "Father's probably already caught on to me, but he hasn't said anything, so…" a shrug. "New girl's family name is Higurashi."
Tamaki peered at Kyoya to see if there was a reaction, but the name meant less than nothing to him. It wasn't a big name, or a significant one, but that in of itself meant either an alias or a-
"Commoner?" Kyoya asked, just to check. To his astonishment, Tamaki shrugged again.
"I can't say," the blond confessed. "But she did have public school records- I recognized the file type from Haruhi's."
Public schoolrecords meant nothing- it was easy enough for people in their class bracket to forge some papers. Investigative footwork would be the most fortuitous route of finding out what this Higurashi girl was like. Anyone could fake a school certificate, but it was much harder to fake ex-classmates. From beside him, Tamaki sighed.
"What?" Irritation flickered in Kyoya's tone.
"You've got that bloodhound look about you again," the frenchman tsked. "New girl's not completely untethered like Haruhi was, though."
That piqued Kyoya's interest. "Oh?"
"She'll be going under the official endorsement of the WOLFGUARD."
Kyoya gave a start at the name. Wait a minute. Wolfguard...
"Isn't that-"
Tamaki nodded, leaning back. "Honey-sempai and Mori-sempai's new gym, right? That's what I thought!"
Wolfguard was a new name that had popped up a few weeks ago, just when a guest had asked Mori why he wasn't around the school's dojo as often.
("I'm getting my training in somewhere else for the moment," came the senior's smooth answer.
"Oh, is Honey-sempai also joining you?" a quiet girl had piped up, palms wrapped around her teacup for comfort.
"Yes, actually," Mori replied, to everyone's surprise. Honey hadn't purposefully interacted with martial arts outside of his familial obligations for almost over a year now.)
Of course the cousins had refused the guests any other details. The gym was privately owned, they explained, it wasn't as if just anyone could waltz in.
Especially, Kyoya privately speculated, just to gawk at two high schoolers working out. That was the extent of fitness most of the student body had at Ouran, but most of the girls were especially disadvantaged in that regard.
An athletic scholarship? But Tamaki would have simply said that.Official endorsement. Like a sponsorship?
"That's… weird," Kyoya said slowly, the teen being unable to come up with anything else. His father would have scoffed at him, and his brothers would have sneered, but Tamaki just tilted his chin in agreement. "What a weird ally for a girl to boast at Ouran."
Must not have any others came Kyoya's unspoken comment.Tamaki had the grace to delicately wince.
"Maybe one of the seniors knows her, then?"
"Who do we know?" came a cheerful tone, startling Tamaki straight out of his skin. A hand crossed over the frenchman's chest, placed delicately on his heart.
Honey and Mori- rather, Mitsukuni and Takashi, respectively- had just entered the quiet club room, and upon seeing that Kyoya and Tamaki were the only (interesting) ones present, had made a beeline towards them.
Without a word, Tamaki stuck the file (which lacked any photos forsome damn reason) in the air, and judging by the way it was slowly plucked from his hands, Mori had been the one to pick it up and presumably read it.
Taking the moment's peace for what it was, Kyoya quietly studied the pair of cousins that had approached them. Though the two were cousins, one wouldn't know it from first glance: Honey, the elder, was a small but deadly force of violence wrapped in blond curls and cherub cheeks. His cousin Mori was a gentle and stoic young man- tall as a tree in the forest and just as strong- who seemed naturally inclined to look after his mischievous cousin. Both were trained extensively in martial arts, being the eldest children of a fighting clan, but it was Honey who had the worse temper of the two.
Kyoya shivered, and moved on from thinking about Honey when he got dark.
"Oh," said the young man in question, drawing everyone's attention. Honey looked up from the folder, noted everyone's attention, and blinked innocently. His tone was pointed though, when he said to Mori, "It's Kagome!"
Apparently that did mean something, because all confusion cleared itself from Mori's expression. "Ah," he said, as if that explained everything.
Honey turned to face Kyoya and Tamaki and cheerfully waved the folder in the air. "Kagome's a pretty private person," Honey chirped, something like steel underlining his words, "It'd be better if she didn't find you with this."
Tamaki wanted to protest, as it was the result of his own hard work, but Kyoya acquiesced immediately.
"Sure," Kyoya agreed amiably. "Wouldn't want to upset her." At that, even Mori raised a brow, but no one spoke about it again. The conversation moved to smoother things: class, student relations, club.
Honey had phrased that warning- and it was a warning, his lack of nuance aside- in an incredibly strange manner. Whenever Honey had guided one of them before, it hadn't been so blatant, so pointed.
Honey clearly thought that this 'Kagome' girl was able to hold her own, and it was... interesting. He'd never warned his ever curious underclassmen off of someone like that, and, really, he should know better.
Kyoya wanted to grin, but his teeth felt like they were too big and sharp for his mouth so he didn't. Better to keep the peace, curb his intrigue until there was something worth it.
For now.
But he really, really wanted to meet this wolf girl.
AN:
"Val," you sigh.
"I know."
"Where's the YYH update?"
"I know, I know."
"The Tamaki/Haruhi/Kagome updates? The Kyoya/Tamaki/Kagome update?"
"I knoooow."
"The Mori/Kagome soulmate AU????"
"I KN- wait, actually I am trying to get that out-"
"And which chapter is this?"
"... chapter one."
"Of what?"
"... A new fic."
Sorry y'all. I never learn.
edit: typo in spacing fixed, sorry for double notifs but it was buggin me
