Thanks bunches to JustAnotherKawaiiOtaku and to lilyannp for their support. (A MESSAGE FOR LILYANNP: I feel the same, actually, although I couldn't think of a way to fix it. I'll make up for it, though, promise.)
This chapter is short and a long time in the making (I've been busy, school is starting soon and my mom does not approve of fanfiction XD) but the length is remedied with plenty of drama!
Enjoy!
"Hey, Mizuki, where's Kagami?" Takumi asks, placing his bought lunch down next to me and sliding into the seat.
"Bathroom, I think."
"Since Kagami got here two days ago, you guys have really seemed closer."
"I guess," I sigh, stabbing my food feebly.
"Is something wrong?" Takumi frowns. "It isn't that host club is it? They cause too much trouble for their own good! I swear, if they did something, I'll-"
"Takumi, shut up," I cut him off. "It's just... Yesterday, when Kagami and I were leaving, we talked to those twins, Hikaru and Kaoru, and they said they liked us. It's just been bothering me a little bit. I mean, I just met them about a week ago."
"It sounds to me like you made some friends," Takumi grins at me, patting me on the back. "That's my little sister, always so popular!"
There's that word again, popular. I don't want to be popular, I want to be... famous.
"Hey, aren't you Aihana Mizuki?" I look up to see a girl with fiery hair. I notice immediately that there's something different about her. Maybe it's her eyes, warm and friendly yet cold and calculating blue. Maybe it's the way she carries herself, oh so regally. Maybe its her smirk, her demanding aire, her confident nature.
"Yeah," I say. "Who are you?"
"My name is Leiko Rin," the girl says, sitting down across from me, settling her head in the palm of her hand. "I've seen your tricks, actually. You're very clever."
"I didn't know I had fans," I laugh.
"I'm not a fan," she says casually. "I just said that I thought you were clever. In fact, I don't really like you."
"That's really rude," Takumi says from next to me. "Don't talk to Mizuki that way!" I cross my arms.
"Sensitive," Leiko Rin sighs. She places her hand on the table, and I notice a leather charm bracelet. There's a small square jewel on it, pale green laced with gold. It strikes me as pretty and familiar, although I can't figure out why. She taps it with a smirk. "Anyway, I should get going."
"Bye," I say hesitantly as she stands up.
"Oh, one more thing," She stops to lean down, her eyes glowing with mirth. "Remember, Mizuki, death always wins. She always gets her price." The redhead turns on her toes and walks away as if nothing happened.
"Was that me or is she really creepy?" I ask Takumi.
"She was creepy," my brother says.
"Hm, thought so," I nod thoughtfully. "Should we just go, or-" I am cut off by a loud yell from the doorway. Murmurs arise from the assembled crowd. I don't try to catch them, instead turning in my seat and sighing.
"MIZUKI!"
"Bye, Takumi," I sigh, standing from my lunch. "I'll see you at home."
"What do you want, Tamaki?" I ask, reaching the aforementioned yeller. "I was eating and I'm still hungry."
"We need to talk to you," the host says, grabbing my wrist and yanking me down the hall. "Come on!"
X-***-X
For some reason, the entire host club is gathered in the music room. They're attention is focused on something that I can't see over Kyoya's head. Tamaki pulls me further into the room and towards the couch that obviously holds all the attention.
"What's going on?" I ask.
"Haru-chan is in trouble!" Honey-senpai exclaims.
"What? Why?"
Tamaki seats himself next to her, placing a comforting hand on her arm, only to be brushed away.
"I'm seriously fine," Haruhi says. "I just feel really bad for them."
"Bad for who?" I question. "What's going on?"
"It seems Haruhi's neighbors are getting evicted," Kyoya inputs from behind his black notebook.
"Oh," I sigh. "I thought it was something serious."
"They're really good people," Haruhi continues. "But their daughter is sick and they're short on money."
"Don't worry, darling Haruhi!" Tamaki exclaims, jumping up. "We shall donate money to them and then they shall keep their home!"
"No, I have a better idea," I interrupt, crossing my arms. "I'll fix this by the end of the week."
"How, Mizu-chan?" Honey-senpai asks.
"An illusionist never reveals her secrets," I say dramatically, walking away to go find Takumi. Ever the performer, I stop in the doorway and announce, "For my next trick, I will steal a memory straight from someone's head!"
Haha, illusionists...
...Mizuki is so fun to write. I'm enjoying this a whole lot.
