Author's Note: This story is a Ritsu Kasanoda/Harry Potter pairing. Don't like it? Too bad. Apparently I went on my account and saw that my story had been deleted for some damn reason. I swear I fixed the disclaimer on there, but what the hell ever I guess. I reposted the first chapter along with this one. Hopefully I don't come back and see it gone again. If it is then it will just be on this site, because I'm not in the mood.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Ouran High School Host Club. Those rights belong to J.K. Rowling and Hatori Bisco respectively. I'm just borrowing their wonderful works in order to entertain the few individuals, who actually read my attempts at storytelling. I am not receiving any money for this!
Summary: He didn't see why the Host Club thought they would think Kasanoda needed a makeover. To Harry, the Yakuza heir was just perfect the way he was. After all, it was his "scary" face that he fell in love with.
Warning: This story contains comical violence, homosexual content, offensive language, mentions of abuse, etc. If any of these offend you, then I would kindly advise you to not go beyond this point. If you continue anyway and get upset, then I don't really want to know about it at all. You should've known better and accepted my warning.
We R Who We R
Chapter 2: The Apathetic Beauty and the Unfashionable Beast (Part II)
Suō Tamaki could admit that he has never met anyone quite like Potter Harry, the newest addition to Ouran Academy. The blond, like some of the other hosts, was currently gaping at the foreigner, who was sitting before the Host Club sipping tea without a care to the looks he was receiving from them. He just couldn't believe how the Brit was acting as if he hadn't just walked in, and locked lips with another man!
As if it wasn't anything unusual at all with the strange situation!
Tamaki wasn't homophobic; he just really didn't understand the appeal of another man beyond a platonic aspect. Yes, he could appreciate a man's looks and even personality, but he just loved women too much to turn to men. Of course, he could see how even a man would be attracted to the British boy sitting across from them.
Potter Harry possessed an androgynous beauty that could attract anyone's attention. His facial features were too sharp to ever be considered beautiful or handsome, but he did have a wild beauty to him that along with his messy black hair and unnaturally green eyes, only made him more exotic. An appeal that his darling little doves would positively love!
'Potter-kun is definitely host material for sure…I should talk to Kyoya about the idea…'
Shaking his head, he returned to his original train of thought. But whether this boy was Host material or not, he was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that the green-eyed boy obviously had a more than untoward feelings for their latest project. The same project, which was still sitting in the position the Brit left him in after spontaneously kissing him into submission.
Glancing over at the redhead, who was still staring off into space in a daze, the King of the Host Club turned his attention back to the slender teen before them. Bringing up a hand to his mouth, he cleared his throat.
"Potter-kun, forgive me but I'm a little confused…"
At the sound of his voice, the boy pinned him in place with his intense green gaze. The weight in the boy's gaze reminded him of his grandmother, and how every time she sees him she seemed to be judging him. But unlike his grandmother, this boy didn't seem to deem him as something lower than the dirt beneath his feet.
He closed his eyes and politely smiled as he brought his teacup towards his lips, "What exactly are you confused about Suō-san?"
Taking another sip of his tea, he then placed it down onto the small table sitting between them on the small saucer he had been given, and rested his hands in his lap. His eyelids fell to half-mast as Harry took in the entire group, who were eager to hear the reasoning behind his actions. And he saw no reason to lie to them, as he found that he honestly didn't care much for their opinion, but it was only fair that he explained himself.
'I did invade their territory and basically caused their project to short-circuit…'
Frowning briefly at the thought of just how this so-called Host Club treated his hero, and (hopefully) his future significant other, as something that needed to be worked on wasn't pleasing at all. He, himself, saw no reason for a makeover. After all, Kasanoda was perfect just the way he was.
'It was his scary face that I've fallen in love with after all…though his vulnerable face is becoming a very close second in my book all things considered.'
At the thought of the face the redhead made after his knees gave out on him, made something primal rear its head in Harry. It had taken all he had not to just ravish the taller male right then and there, regardless of the witnesses that they surely would've had. Blushing slightly at the arousing idea, Harry brought his hand up to his face to clear his throat and hide the slight pinkish tint to his cheeks hidden.
"Yesterday I had been accosted by a couple of blokes, whom were trying to persuade me to part with my wallet…since I refused, it seemed like they planned on roughing me up a bit."
Looking over in the dazed redhead's direction, his eyes softened quite a bit which shocked the Hosts observing him.
"Seeing as I'm not the biggest bloke around, I was in a pretty sticky situation until Kasanoda-san had stepped in and drove them away…I appreciated the assistance rendered to me."
Picking up his teacup once more, he closed his eyes and gave a small smile.
"It was sometime after our short interaction that I was surprised to find out that I felt more than just gratitude towards Kasanoda-san, which led to what you witnessed earlier."
Hearing this, Ritsu snapped out of his stupor and snapped his head over in Harry's direction. Brown and green connected and neither looked away from the other. Slowly, Ritsu got up from his place on the floor and made his way over to the shorter male. Faster than they could blink, the Yakuza heir was holding Harry up by his collar before anyone could protest against the movement.
"Hrrrrnnnnh! Who do you think you are, coming in here doing and spouting off crap like that! Who put you up to this? Tell me who it was, and I just might not beat you to a pulp for being a part of this stupid joke!"
Tilting his head to the side, Harry observed the other quietly while holding up a hand towards the Hosts, who seemed as if they were going to interfere.
"This is no joke Kasanoda-san…I am in love with you."
The pure conviction in those words and his entire being stumped the brown-eyed teen as his face was once again flushed with his embarrassment. He released his hold on Harry, whom landed lightly on the ground and stepped forward to grasp his still raised hands. Cinnamon brown eyes watched in shocked fascination as the shorter male pressed soft lips against the knuckles.
Stiffening, a very visible shiver ran through his body and he yanked his hand back. Taking several steps back, Ritsu pointed towards him with his face taking on a tomato-red hue.
"STOP PLAYING AROUND WITH ME DAMMIT! I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T STOP THAT I'LL FUCK YOU UP!"
Much to the redhead's horror, and the Host Club's continued shock, a slight flush grew on the smaller boy's face at those words. It seemed that instead of scaring him, Ritsu's words had the opposite effect.
"Please do, I won't mind…in fact I just might enjoy it if you did."
Gaping, Ritsu brought his hands up to grasp at his hair in complete and utter disbelief at the situation the he had somehow found himself in.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?! STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
Without waiting for another word from the green-eyed boy, the Yakuza heir turned tail and ran out of the Host Club room with the loud slam of the large oak doors; leaving complete silence in his wake.
Suddenly a loud sigh fell from the foreign teen's lips as he tilted his head to the side, his eyes still on the doors with an eyebrow raised questioningly. He brought up a hand to his chin, and rubbed it briefly.
"Was I too blunt? Fleur was very adamant that I should make my feelings, it helped with her and Bill after all…maybe I should've taken Neville's advice?"
Dropping his hand from his chin, he placed it onto his hip and closed his eyes.
"It seems I will have to switch up my strategy then…"
That statement finally seemed to snap the Host Club out of its daze, and Haruhi stepped forward.
"Ah, Potter-san…"
Hearing his name, he turned his head to look at the female in the boy's uniform. Crossing his arms, the young man raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"Yes?"
Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, Haruhi cleared her throat before continuing.
"What do you plan on doing now? I don't think that Kasanoda-kun will be showing up for the rest of the day."
Humming, Harry nodded his head in agreement.
"Yeah, I guess he won't…I guess I'll just head home and try again tomorrow."
Squawking, Tamaki came forward along with the twins. All three of them gawked at the boy as if they had never seen anything like him before.
"WHAT?! YOU'RE GOING TO TRY AGAIN?!"
Nodding without any hesitation, Harry clenched his fist all the while his face remained blank. And while his facial features would make people not believe his words, it was his bright green eyes that convinced them that he wasn't lying about his feelings.
"In order to convince Kasanoda-san that my feelings are true, I will have to make sure to prove them every day until he gives in."
As one, the twins face faulted while other members only shook their heads. The only one who didn't react was Tamaki, who was shaking slightly, his bangs shadowing his eyes. Haruhi noticed and moved towards her Senpai with concern clear on her face.
"Tamaki-senpai?"
Before she could say another word, the blond 2nd Year lurched forward and placed his hands onto the shoulders of the tinier male. The other hosts could see the sparkles hovering around their leader, and could feel that growing sense of dread welling up inside of them.
Harry himself only raised an eyebrow in a silent question as the older boy looked at him with tearful violet eyes.
"I AM MOVED BY YOUR CONVICTION POTTER-KUN! WHILE I DON'T UNDERSTAND YOUR ATTRACTION TO BOSSANOVA-KUN, I DO UNDERSTAND THAT YOU CAN'T HELP WHO YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH! LOVE IS SOMETHING THAT ANYONE SHOULD FIGHT FOR AND SO WE, THE HOST CLUB, SHALL HELP YOU WIN BOSSANOVA-KUN'S HEART!"
Green eyes widened slightly for a split second before what looked like gratitude was practically shining within them. Harry nodded and shared a look with the now enthusiastic 2nd Year student.
Immediately, the blond Host turned to the others, and gestured towards Harry.
"THEN IT IS DECIDED! POTTER-KUN SHALL BECOME PART OF THE HOST CLUB IN ORDER TO SPEND TIME CONVINCING BOSSANOVA-KUN OF HIS FEELINGS DURING HIS APPRENTICESHIP UNDER MORI-SEMPAI!"
Harry only bowed slightly at the waist, and looked at them all with a bored look.
"Please regard me kindly."
As one, the rest of the Host Club (minus Huni and Mori) sighed.
They could just tell that this was going to be a weird few days.
Soon the Host Club ended for the day, and Harry made his way towards the entrance of the school. On his way, he ignored the small amount of lingering female students, who seemed to watching him and whispering among themselves breathily. Disregarding them, he turned his attention towards more pressing matters.
'I need to fire-call Fleur, there has definitely have to be more than what she had told me…'
With that last thought in mind, he moved to step out of the school gates when something caused him to pause. Immediately turning on the heel of his loafers, he turned his gaze in the direction that the gardens of the school were in. For a split second he had thought he felt some malicious intent, but after a moment realized that it was only a faint echo.
Narrowing his eyes, he made a note to himself to investigate a little more the next day.
"It's going to be a busy day tomorrow."
Groaning, Ritsu bit his lip as he tightened his hold on the dark locks of the person whose head was in his lap. The head of his cock was enveloped in their mouth, and the moist heat that surrounded him was causing his legs to go weak. Half-lidded cinnamon eyes watched as the other's head bobbed up and down as the kneeling figure continued to take more of him into their mouth with each thrust.
A gasp flew from his lips as a hum caused vibrations to stimulate his aching shaft even more, while delicate yet slightly callused hands played with his balls. Ritsu's face was flushed a bright red with sweat forming on his brow, while his eyes were glazed over in pleasure. It was the tongue that licked the underside of his cock in combination with the other's moans around it, and the tight squeeze on his balls that caused him to come.
"AHHhh!"
The person kneeling in front of him hummed in appreciation all the while swallowing his cum, almost enthusiastically. Suddenly, the unknown figure pulled away from his slowly softening prick with an obscenely arousing pop just in time for one last glob of seed to land on their chin. A hand left his thigh, and rose up to catch the dollop before it trailed down.
Ritsu watched that finger as if in a trance, as it brought his cum to swollen pink lips.
Blushing, he watched as the pushed the finger into their mouth in an imitation of what they had just done. A moan slipped from those lips that had brought him pleasure, before the other dragged the digit out with a pop. The tip of their tongue slipped out from between their lips and dragged sensually across their lips as the corners of their lips curled up into a smirk. From beneath dark bangs, very familiar unearthly green eyes peered up at him, dark with desire.
"Mmh…well I don't think that's enough for me…no, I want more…will you fill me up Kasanoda-san?"
Pitching forward in his bed, his grip pulled on his hair as a shocked yell erupted from his mouth and disturbed the peace of the entire Kasanoda compound.
"WHAT THE HELL! WHY WOULD I DREAM ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!"
Ritsu's face was flushed a deep red and his heart was beating a mile per second as he tried to calm himself down. It didn't help matters that he could feel the mess that he made in his boxers, as well as the quickly growing boner he was getting as flashes of his dream hit him at full force. Gritting his teeth, he yelled in anger and jumped up to his feet on his bed and slung his pillow to the side as those green eyes flashed in his mind's eye once more.
He was so wrapped up in his thoughts, that he didn't notice the shoji door to his room being slammed open by Sendo Tetsuya and a few of his other subordinates.
"KASANODA-DONO! ARE YOU ALRIG–"
Everyone froze as Ritsu slowly turned towards them, accidentally revealing the tent in his boxers as well as the wet spot only making it even more obvious. If the redhead's face was red before, it only got even more so before darkening to an almost purple color. His eyes narrowed and his scowl deepened as snarled at them.
"HRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHAT DO YOU IDIOTS THINK YOU'RE DOING BARGING UP IN MY ROOM LIKE THIS?! GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I MURDER YA!"
Faster than the speed of light, the group scrambled to lest they feel the wrath of their young master. Tetsuya particularly was blushing just as much as Ritsu was; after all, it was the first time he had walked in on the other male in such an embarrassing position.
'It will probably be best if we don't mention it…better yet completely forgotten about what we saw.'
Judging from the looks of some of the others, that was probably the best choice.
Back in his room, Ritsu burrowed himself inside of his blankets, his mind still running frantic at the fact that his subordinates had caught him in such an embarrassing position. Closing his eyes, he gritted his teeth while clenching his fists within his comforter. Just thinking of the dream caused him to blush like a high school girl.
It isn't the fact that he had morning wood that he was embarrassed about, it was the fact it was that British kid was the one who caused it!
'This is all Potter's fault! I DON'T EVEN LIKE GUYS!'
Gnashing his teeth, Ritsu suddenly shot up from his bed as he made a decision.
'I will make you pay Potter for embarrassing me like this!'
Nodding to himself, he quickly got ready for the day and stared at himself in the mirror.
"I will definitely get that guy to tell the truth…he has got to me messing with me! T-There is no way that he could like…someone like me…"
Cringing as familiar feelings of self-loathing filled him, he then shook his head.
"That's why I'm hanging around the Mori-senpai and the rest of the Host…If I was like them, maybe…"
Shaking his head he narrowed his eyes.
"I just need to make them take me more seriously!"
Nodding once more, he walked out of his bathroom and out of his room. Just before he walked out, he grabbed his school bag that was sitting next to his bed. Slinging it over his bag, he gripped the strap and began to walk down to the main entrance. Once he arrived, much to his embarrassment, the others were all there kneeling like they usually were. Shaking his head with a sigh, he walked down the open pathway left for him.
"Good luck today, Young Master!"
Grunting, he walked out of the front gate with determined steps.
'My training under Mori-senpai starts today, so I have to be ready to face anything that they might throw at me!'
Ritsu was determined to become a more likeable person, in order to make some friends that he could play "kick the can" with. It was his goal, and he would overcome any obstacle to make sure that he achieved it.
No one was going to get in his way…
Or at least that is what he thought until he came to the Host Club after school. Much to his shock and mortification, the British boy was once more in the Host Club room. But it wasn't just his presence there that caused such a reaction.
It was why exactly said British boy was in the Host Club.
Today the Host Club had decided to dress up as stereotypical examples of mafia gangsters.
Sitting in the middle of a group of squealing girls was Potter, with his polished shoe-clad feet placed firmly upon the table sitting in front of him. Leaning back in the chair, his cheek was pressed against his knuckles as he leaned on his elbow in the armchair. A black Armani suit with white pinstripes showed off his slender but toned body so well that it seemed as if the suit had been painted on!
A dark flush took residence on his cheek, as bright green eyes looked up towards him from beneath the rim of the black fedora placed upon his head. His lips were curled up at the corners, which much to his embarrassment caused his cock to twitch at the reminder of his wet dream. With a single finger, the Brit pushed the fedora back and revealed his face completely to the other's eyes.
"Ciaossu, Kasanoda-san."
Gaping, Kasanoda dropped his bag to the floor.
It seemed that things were going to be a lot harder than he first thought.
End of Chapter 2!
Finally I am done with this chapter. For some reason this chapter was a bit hard for me to get out. I have no idea why, it just ended up being that way. Hopefully the next will be a lot easier. As you can see there is a bit of slash in there to tide you over till the fun really begins. I'm not sure if I should leave that in the version, but decided why the hell not. I've seen much worse.
Anyway, yeah…see you at the next update lmao!
Later,
Pool-Sempai