lumigo akvo9504: Thanks! You're right, I'm not an English native speaker, and most of my knowledge, even if I do have English classes at school, comes from watching Netflix and reading other books. So it really helps me. I promise this will not be one of those stories, I really had a whole lot of ideas for this, so I won't just leave it there because of nothing. I'm still reading the mangas, thought, so I wanna finished them before writing much more so I can follow the Ouran timeline with all the data and not just what's in the anime, the same with some events in the Assassination Classroom's manga that the anime doesn't have.
CantPickAName: Yeah, I know my spelling sucks, but I do what I can, and I try to improve every day.
As the new attraction of the Host Club, Nagisa had been receiving stares from the other students. Some of them were glares, other curious looks, and she even got a few dreamy eyes. She didn't know why, because just the day before literally no one was paying her any attention. Evidently the Host Club was pretty famous.
Nagisa wasn't really uncomfortable with the glances she was receiving. She was somewhat used to it: in middle school everyone looked at her. Like all the time. Her first two years of staring was because they couldn't quite decide if she was a girl or a boy—it was a bit insulting. Then last year, it was because she was a part of the End Class. By that point it had annoyed her more than anything else. Did they really have nothing better to do?
But what she really couldn't handle was the sudden... niceness. Out of nowhere people started talking to her, offering her to lunch with them, asking questions... she had ended up sticking around Kyoya-kun and Tamaki-kun the whole day, using them as human shields. It had worked for the most part, as they received all of the attention instead of her. Tamaki couldn't possibly mind it, but Kyoya knew what she had done, and she knew he knew. His glare promised hell.
And that's how she ended up dressed as a princess. No those warrior, badass princesses, of course not. Apparently, Kyoya decided it was a good idea to put her into a princess outfit, with a really uncomfortable green dress—baby green, of all colors- some impossibly high heels, and her blue hair loose. When the hosts had found out she had long hair, they had all looked at it with fascination, like they had never seen long hair before. Really creepy.
The other hosts were cosplaying as princes, which Nagisa thought was so unfair. She wanted a prince outfit too! But Tamaki had said she was perfect for the princess role, just because she had natural long hair and didn't need hair extensions, so she absolutely had to be the princess. And when the Host Club King said something, it was obeyed. Or at least that was what he said. The other hosts just played along because Kyoya asked them. Even Haruhi!
That traitor...
"Is your hair really this long?" Nagisa's only customer asked. The young girl had paid for some private time with Nagisa and thus had the blue girl all to herself.
"Yeah. My mom really wanted me to have long hair, and in the end I actually started to like it. Do you wanna touch it?" Nagisa asked, without realizing what she was causing. The girl, Nakamura Yuki from class 3-B, squealed and nodded; leaning closer so she could touch the vibrant blue locks.
The girl let out a gasp, surprised at how soft Nagisa's hair was.
"Oh Kami, it's so soft. What do you do to keep it like this?" Yuki asked in awe, passing her fingers through the blue hair with admiration.
Nagisa shrugged. "I don't know. I have hair oil that I use when I wash my hair, and I make sure to cut the split ends, but anything more... if you want, you can braid it, Yuki-senpai." The blue headed student offered, sensing that playing with the smooth locks of hair was what Yuki really wanted.
"You... are you sure? I really don't want to put you out..." Yuki asked nervously. The young lady moved her hands anxiously, playing with the hems of he uniform.
"It's alright, I'm used to it. My friends at middle school did it all the time." Nagisa's assurance was enough for Yuki.
Without wasting anymore time, she took some of Nagisa's blue hair and started braiding it into an intricate braid while chatting about various subjects. Nagisa was aware of the looks the other hosts where giving her, but she payed no mind and kept the conversation with her costumer easy-going. At the beginning Nagisa though it would be pretty weird to be a host, but it truly wasn't at all. The girls were nice, and she could talk normally to them, so she was actually enjoying herself. If Nagisa forgot about the situation, it would feel more like chatting with some friends than complete strangers paying for her attention.
At the other side of the room, six of the hosts were reunited, sending stares at their most recent acquirement. She was happily talking with her costumer, fitting right in. She was almost as natural as Haruhi, they realized.
"Nagi-chan really is doing a good job, ne?" Misukini asked as he watched Yuki braid Nagisa's vibrant hair. "She looks pretty with her hair like that." He said without being conscious about it.
"Yes, she does, Honey-senpai." Tamaki felt like a proud parent. His new daughter was an excellent host! And she was feminine, with her long hair... if only Haruhi acted a little more like her sister...
"What are you looking at?" The six of them jumped at least a few inches at the sudden noise. Haruhi was looking at them, waiting for an explanation. "Don't look at her like that, it's creepy. And how is it that none of you have customers?" The girl wondered, a bit confused. It was the first time she saw them all free at the same time.
"We're gonna close for the day when Nagisa finishes with her costumer." The twins answered, shrugging off the question. Haruhi nodded in understanding. She was free too, anyway. The last of her customers had just left school for the day; excitedly talking about visiting again tomorrow.
Back at Nagisa's table, Yuki said something... interesting.
"Do you know a girl named Nakamura Rio?" The question took Nagisa off guard, and her eyes widened. How did Yuki-senpai know Nakamura?
Nagisa managed to stumble through a few words.
"I... yes, I do. May I ask why you're asking? If I'm not intruding, of course." Nagisa requested carefully, looking at her senpai out of the corner of her eye.
"Well, she's my cousin. She mentioned you last week, said you were a friend of hers. I just wanted to know if you are the same Nagisa she was talking about." Yuki answered easily. Nagisa mentally sighed in relief. For a moment she thought Yuki-senpai could actually know about the Assassination Classroom and was somehow connecting the 3-E students.
"Oh, right. I guess I am, she doesn't know any other Nagisas, or at least not that I'm aware of." The blue haired student touched the nearly completed braid. "It feels very firm. You have talent for this, Yuki-senpai."
The girl in question blushed, finishing the braid and tying it up with one of Nagisa's spare hair bands.
"Thanks. It's ready, Nagisa-kun. I hope you like it." Yuki lowered her head a bit while Nagisa tried to examine her braid, with no results. It was out of her view. She then tried asking her fellow hosts about it.
As a result, seven other hosts were gushing about her hair, and how beautiful the braid was. Well, technically only four of them. Kyoya-kun was writing in his notebook, Mori-senpai simply patted her head lightly, and Haruhi smiled a bit and told her everything she needed to know: it was alright. What Nagisa didn't need, was the other four hosts practically on top of her talking at the same time. But she let them be. There would get tired soon, anyways. Those four seemed to be so spastic in terms of energy.
"Well, I have to go, Nagisa-kun, but... do you think I could request you on Monday again?" Yuki-senpai asked shyly. She tilted her head slightly to the side. Nagisa smiled.
"Of course, Yuki-senpai, you can come whenever you like!" Nagisa answered with a happy voice, and Yuki hurried to make another appointment for the next week with Kyoya before leaving Music Room Number Three.
When the girl left and Nagisa knew she was alone with the Host Club, her body collapsed onto the couch. She was so tired! Nagisa laid on the comfortable couch for five seconds before forcing herself back up. It was time to collect the plates and utensils for cleaning. The sooner she cleaned her section the sooner she could leave for the day.
It was Friday that day, meaning she had training with Karasuma-sensei. Bitch-sensei said she was gonna drop by too, so Nagisa had to hurry so she could get to their meeting place in time. Nagisa lived close by the school, but the MOD was a little bit far in comparison.
"Do you want any help, Nagisa? I already finished my section." offered Haruhi, and Nagisa nodded gratefully.
"Yeah, that would be great. I have to hurry or I'll be late." Nagisa answered as she walked to the kitchen to drop off her plates in the washing machine.
"Where are you going? Maybe one of us can give you a lift." Honey-senpai asked, clutching Usa-chan in his arms—he had introduced her to Nagisa yesterday.
The bluenette turned and looked at him. Did she tell them or didn't she? That was the question.
Finally she gave in. If she didn't hurry, she would probably be really late, and she didn't like to keep Karasuma-sensei waiting.
"I'm going to the Ministry of Defence, I go there every Friday." Nagisa murmured. The blue haired student hurried to the changing rooms to swap her host get-up for her normal school uniform. From the other side of the curtains, Honey-senapi gave a happy hum. Nagisa could practically feel the sunny smile he must be sending her way.
"We have to go there too! I was called there a couple hours ago and Takashi will come with me. We can all go together!" Honey's exclamation caused a swift wave of panic to over come Nagisa. She paused for a moment, one shoe already on and the other still in her hand, and took a deep breath to steady her nerves.
"That's great. Thank you, Honey-senpai, Mori-senpai." Nagisa made sure to keep her voice even when she replied. With one last undone button, Nagisa allowed her costume dress to fall to the floor in a wave of freakishly heavy fabric. "Kami, this is pretty heavy..." She mumbled. Perhaps the dress could be used to smother someone to death?
Nagisa quickly pulled on her uniform and stepped out of the changing room, handing the cosplay to Kyoya. He received it with a sly smile, his revenge complete. Nagisa just stuck out her tongue in his direction. Childish? Yeah, but she was next to an eighteen year-old boy with a pink stuffed bunny. A little childish expression never hurt anyone.
"C'mon, Nagi-chan!" The bluenette followed both seniors after bidding goodbye to the rest. The three of them made their way to the entrance, where a limo was already waiting for them.
Hone-senpai was about to enter the limo when she remembered something.
"Wait, can you let me grab my bag? I live in that building over there." Nagisa paused and pointed to her apartment complex. Her training bag was there, as she told the boys, and she needed it or Karasuma-sensei would destroy her in combat.
"Sure! We'll wait in the car." Honey-senpai chirped. Mori-senpai just nodded solemnly. Nagisa crossed the road running and got to her flat to pick up her things. As she grabbed her bag from its place by the door, the thought of what she had just told Honey and Mori crossed her mind. Nagisa winced. "Oops..." She murmured softly. She had given her address to the boys and while she doubted they would do anything malicious with the information, this slip would likely come back to haunt her in the form of immature or annoying happenstance.
Huffing Nagisa returned tot he limo and hurried inside. She wound up sitting next to Mori-senpai and across from Honey-senpai.
The car then started and the three of them stared at each other in silence. Mori-senpai didn't look discomfited by it, Nagisa noted. But then he didn't looked uncomfortable with... well, anything.
The silence was broken by Honey-senpai, who started to talk about sweets, and cakes, and his Usa-chan, and how he wanted to get home already because they had baked a new cake just for him to eat it—not that anyone else in the house ate cake, for that matter.
"... and I was just wondering why you need to come to the Ministry every Friday. I just get a call sometimes, my team mostly acts as a special force, so we don't have that many missions." 'so that is where he wanted to get' Nagisa realized. To most people, Honey-senpai may have looked like a mere child in body and mind, but Nagisa knew better. She had noticed that sometimes his actions were just a little bit too cute, too calculated. All that rambling, it was just more of the same: a front to disguise true intentions.
Even knowing that, Nagisa decided to just go along with him. She didn't mind Honey-senpai or Mori-senpai knowing anyway.
"Well, I train there on Fridays, and my senseis and I normally go on field trips on weekends. Why are you asking?" Nagisa shot back. Honey's eyes widened slightly at her rapid fire rebuttal. Ah... She was pretty sharp.
"Just curiosity." Honey answered a beat later. Turning to look in a random direction, the blond quickly picked a new topic to ramble on for the rest of the ride.
Takashi, watching in the sidelines, smiled a bit. Most people wouldn't notice, as it was a very little smile, but he smiled nevertheless. He wasn't sure yet, but he had a feeling they would be seeing more of that petite girl in the future and not necessarily because of the Host Club.
"Are you going to tell me why you came here in a limo with Japan's smallest weapon of mass destruction and the three times national Kendo champion?" Karasuma-sensei asked, and Nagisa almost couldn't avoid the punch he threw at her because of her surprise. Honey-senpai was a... a weapon of mass destruction? How was that even possible? Yeah, he did work at the Ministry in a Special Task team, but he was just so... tiny and... adorable. There was no way someone who carried a pink stuffed bunny everywhere could be a weapon of mass destruction!
But then again, no one would think she was an professional assassin in training, and yet here they were.
"We attend at Ouran together." Nagisa managed to say after she threw a kick to Karasuma-sensei's stomach. Obviously, she failed to hit him but she did force him to move to the side to avoid the strike. "They're part of the Host Club I talked to you about the other day. I didn't know Honey-senpai was considered a weapon of mass destruction though. He only said he worked at the Ministry of Defense." Karasuma-sensei grabbed her arm and effortlessly flipped her to the floor. Again. Was it a bad thing that she was used to it by now?
"Honey-senpai?" Nagisa's sensei looked taken aback by the nickname, and the blue haired student chuckled.
"Yeah, that's what everybody at Ouran calls him. Except Mori-senpai. He calls him by his name, Mitsukuni, and Honey-senpai calls Mori-senpai by his name too, Takashi. I don't know why, though. I guess they're close friends." Nagisa shrugged a bit, not really knowing what to say.
"They are cousins." Nagisa looked back at Karasuma-sensei, who handled her a bottle of water.
"That... that actually makes so much sense I feel a bit stupid for not thinking about it before." The girl mumbled, a bit disappointed with herself. She was an assassin in training so she was supposed to know that kind of stuff!
"Both families had a healthy master-servant agreement going on for ages, but two generations ago they became one by marriage." Karasuma-sensei informed her. Nagisa made sure to remember that information. It was good to know, and it made sense if she thought about it. It would explain how protective Mori-senpai was with Honey-senpai. Even if they didn't have that relationship anymore, Mori-senpai probably grew up knowing it was his duty to protect the little blond. Nagisa thought it was rather cute.
"Huh, interesting." The bluenette said before standing up. "Again?"
"Not quite, Nagisa." Both sensei and student turned around at the sudden voice. Bitch-sensei was standing at the door frame, stunning as always.
"Bitch-sensei, you're here early." said the bluenette, drinking some water from the bottle Karasuma-sensei handled her. "What are we gonna do today?"
"I'm gonna teach you how to play the piano. Remember what I did in Okinawa?" Nagisa face lit up like a Christmas tree. That had been sooo cool!
"I'm gonna be able to do that?" The girl asked excitedly. The bluenette had never played the piano before, and now Bitch-sensei was telling her she would be able to play like that.
"Yes, it's one of my favorite seduction skills." Her sensei answered cheerfully. Irina was rather proud of all her students, they all learned a lot in the year she and Karasuma trained them in the art of assassination. But she had a soft spot on Nagisa. She was by far her best student, and the fact that she was training to be just like her—a professional assassin, even if she retired to work in the Ministry, only proved it. "Well, go and hit the showers. And change." Irina handed Nagisa a bag, with probably a fancy dress.
"Alright, Bitch-sensei! Bye Karasuma-sensei, see ya' tomorrow!" Nagisa said before leaving.
"You think she's ready for that?" Tadaomi asked, watching where his student left. "It is a very complicated skill."
"She'll be fine. I'm gonna start with actually teaching her how to play the piano." Irina rolled her eyes. The man acted a bit too overprotective towards Nagisa. But she understood him. She worried about Nagisa too.
"Alright." Tadaomi murmured in assent, before turning around to get started with the cleaning. "Oh, and by the way, ask her about the guys that came with her today."
"Huh? What guys?" The former assassin asked, obviously interested in her students love life. Not that Nagisa had any, but still.
"Some club mates. The Haninozuka and Morinozuka heirs." It Irina had been drinking something, she would have spilled it.
"Nagisa knows those two?! Wow, I didn't expect that." The blonde said before heading back to the door. She stopped near the the exit. "Y'know? It's cute how you worry about her. I'll come to your office when we're done."
And then she left, leaving an embarrassed Karasuma Tadaomi behind. When did she learn to read him so well again?
Mitsukuni and Takashi were walking down the halls of the Ministry of Defense. They where leaving already, as they were done with Mitsukuni's meting. It was about a mission his team would be doing in a week. Nothing to important, but he needed to be there.
They where passing by the training wing of the complex, when they saw a blue and black blur pass by there side. At the beginning neither of them were able to recognize her, but Takashi finally did.
"Nagisa?" He called, and Mitsukuni looked at his cousin.
"What was she doing wearing a dress?" Mitsukuni asked, sounding confused.
Takashi didn't say anything, but Mitsukuni knew him well, so he was able to see the uncertainty in his eyes. He didn't know either.
"Well, we can ask her next week, don't you think, Takashi?" The shorter martial artist said at last, starting to walk again.
"Ah." It was his only respond, but it was enough for Mitsukuni.
At the other side of the hall, Nagisa didn't even notice her two club mates, as she was running to meet her sensei. She was really exited about her new lessons. Even if it meant she needed to wear that thing they called dress. It was uncomfortable as hell, but she could bear it.
Besides, Bitch-sensei had told her that if she could manage to learn how to play, she then would teach her how to fight in those uncomfortable dresses. And that was something she really wanted to know. You could hide tons of weapons in these things! It would be incredibly useful to be able to exist as a walking armory and just hop into battle whenever needed.
Little did she know, that simple moment would change her life. But she wouldn't figure that out until Monday, after club activities were over. And she didn't know either, that it would be the best thing that happened in her life... or the worst.
Ok, so, I'm going to explain a thing that it may confuse someone. Maybe someone noticed that I called a character by different names. That's because sometimes it was Nagisa who was 'talking', as it is like most of the time. But there are some scenes, thoughts or moments that are viewed from someone else's mind, like Irina's thoughts about Nagisa. So if you see a naming that Nagisa doesn´t normally use, it´s because that person it´s the one 'talking', unless the story states otherwise.
That's all, just in case someone was confused. Hope you like it!
Patolemus.