Honestly? Thank goodness for Tamaki.The new girl had seemed to warm up to him instantly- had even gone so far as to try and relate to him with her awful French, but of course his best friend was absolutely charmed by it. It was like she immediately recognized Tamaki's earnestness for what it was and latched on to reciprocate it.
Hm. Kyoya wondered if she was lonely. She certainly didn't seem to be the type to have many friends at all, half feral thing that she was.
It was a good thing Kyoya wasn't exactly known for being friendly, either.
Why Tamaki was trying to introduce this girl to the host club was unknown, but he supposed his friend had only seen this sweeter side of Kagome. Kyoya hadn't had a chance to tell Tamaki about her little power play in the hallway- because that's what it was, undoubtedly- and so Tamaki hadn't treated any different than the other girls here.
There was none of the animosity that had greeted Kyoya, and he wondered briefly if Kagome could read minds. He cocked his head and her eyes darted towards him before skittering away.
Interesting.
Kagome flared her nostrils and turned briefly back to scowl at him. To Tamaki, she asked, "Is he in this host club you were telling me about?"
"I'm Vice President," Kyoya informed her in a bored tone.
"No thanks, then," she returned, just as apathetic.
"I'd hate for there to be any problems between us," Kyoya said, finally adding a tinge of truth to his words. For a moment, Kagome's nose twitched and she looked confused. But then Kyoya said "I'm sure Honey and Mori-senpai would love to see the friend they talked up," and her eyes suddenly narrowed again.
"Honey and Takashi wouldn't talk about me," Kagome snapped. "You keep lying. It's irritating; I don't like liars."
Kyoya tilted his head in askance again. "Okay." Neither agreeing or denying, annoying prick. He could feel Tamaki's gaze on him, heavy as the blond tried to understand the rooms tension.
"Okay?"
"No lying. I'll try not to lie to you." He figured he might as well not chase away Tamaki's new toy. Then he wondered how relieved Haruhi would be.
Kagome snorted. How unladylike.
"I'll believe it when I s…see it," Kagome said, dragging out the 's' strangely. Kyoya wondered what she had meant to say. He wondered why he cared. Kagome's eyes shot to his, and Kyoya held up two hands.
"Just thinking," Kyoya said. Not a lie at all.
Like magic, Kagome seemed to unwind from being so high strung, then her cheeks colored and she forcefully relaxed her shoulders. What an ill tempered girl. But all it took was a truthful answer to draw her back out.
Wouldn't talk about me. She had said wouldn't not shouldn't or couldn't, which implicated Mori and Honey as
Kyoya was beginning to think something else had happened with her, something that must have been pretty damn big to make her like this. This façade of a normal teen girl was almost perfect- if there was something about Kyoya that seemed to break it, well, it couldn't possibly be blamed on him right?
Because something wasn't right with the new girl, and in the world of the rich any unknown variable made people nervous- anything you didn't know meant you also couldn't buy the information.
"You should come to the host club," Kyoya spoke, choosing his words carefully. "The others would be interested in meeting you, I'm sure." He was intentionally rude, just so she wouldn't catch onto what he was trying to test:
Kagome flared her nostrils and looked at him consideringly. Her eyes were surprisingly kind looking when she wasn't glaring, but the gold color was still unsettling. They darted to Tamaki, then back to Kyoya, suddenly unwilling to look away from the boy she'd been mostly ignoring.
Whatever she was looking for must have been found, because Kagome answered, "Fine. I'll go."
Good. Because Kyoya was dying to unravel this mystery, and it only grew in complexity the more he tried.
