CHAPTER 5
All songs in this story (including in the previous chapters) are all real. So, if you want, you would be able to hear the music and be able to feel what the characters are feeling in the story. Enjoy!
Please regard the fact that school starts in April in Japan. I will state again that I will be using the American education system, and I will later on, in whatever chapter, I will be following the anime's episode and make them into my own version. Enjoy!
She ran as fast as she could, but it was futile.
RING! rang the tardy bell.
"No, I mustn't be late or Kyoya would be angry and would think that I'm a disgrace." thought Miori. She ran a fast as her legs could, so that maybe she could be fast enough to be excused, but she still felt tired and exhausted from loosing blood in Kendo class. She made it to the class room that the Host club was using, which would be the 3rd Music Room on the second floor. She opened the doors and saw that there was Hikaru, Kaoru, Haruhi, and Kyoya there, but there was one other student she didn't know, who had blond hair, blue eyes with a hint of happiness and sorrow in his eyes, yet very handsome.
"Welcome!" all the students said in unison when she opened the door wider.
"Miori, you're late." said Kyoya sternly.
"I'm so sorry it's just that I had a little problem that's all." she said, "My condition." she mouthed later on.
"Who is this Kyoya?" asked the young man. Haruhi, Hikaru, and Kaoru stared at her with surprise to see her there.
"She is the one I talked of earlier, this morning…what do you think? Will she be of some use?" Kyoya already knew that Tamaki couldn't let down this girl since she could practically do anything (he finally did a background check on her, but there wasn't that much info on her).
"I don't know?" he said. He turned to her to size her up and look at her beauty. "Very beautiful and charming lady." he thought.
"I didn't know that you're in the host club, too!" asked Haruhi, since she was surprised. Hikaru and Kaoru nodded in agreement.
"Well, not officially, yet." Miori answered. She turned to Tamaki, knowing that he was going to ask her a question (She could tell by the famous gesture that he was making, even though she had never meet him before, and he was making a face).
"What is it that you can do, Miori?" Tamaki asked.
"Um…I guess…anything you wish me to do." Miori wasn't sure which aspects of her were better.
"Can you play a musical instrument?" asked Tamaki.
"Um, yes, but that's not all I can do." she was afraid to just say yes, since that would probably mean that she would have to play a musical instrument all through the period, of every day, for the rest of the school year, and maybe her whole stay at Ouran.
"Can you cook, then?" he asked while leading her to the back of the huge room, to a door.
"Um, yes. I can cook desserts and meals." Miori followed the man into the next room.
"Here, come here and play a song." he sat on a piano bench and patted on the empty space next to him. He was sitting in the most grandest piano that Miori has ever seen. Kyoya was puzzled of why Tamaki is acting this way; he had never seen him act this way for Haruhi or anyone else.
"Is there a particular song you would like me to play." she asked. By now, when she sat down beside Tamaki, everyone was close by to see the performance and were curious of what will happen. It even made Kyoya curious.
"Any song would be good." He answered. Miori was afraid that he would say that, that would mean that he is only accepting her by how she plays and what song it would be. She searched through her knowledge of songs that were both joyful and sorrowful, something that would match his eyes...then she found it. (The main tune in "Sense and Sensibility")
She started playing a song. Her fingers were gliding over the keys like a hummingbird flying to each flower, as if on a swift, tight schedule. Everyone was amazed by the quality of skill she had playing the song, and by the song itself. It reminded everyone of something that was both sad and joyful. Haruhi remembered all the memorable times she had with her mother and her father, when she was little, and when her mother was still alive, and even the times without her mother.
Hikaru and Kaoru remembered the time when one of their maids, their favorite maid, told them that there may never be a person on earth that may be able to tell them apart. All those who were curious of which one is which, all who failed to tell them apart, were remembered, and, yet, the maid was proven wrong by Tamaki and Haruhi. They have never felt happier when they could tell them apart.
Tamaki remembered all the good times he had with his mother, and all the times of when he had to take care of her when she was sick. He would play the piano for her and her smile would glisten even though tears were running down her cheeks. Then, he remembered the last night he had with her before he had to leave for Japan. Her face was happy, knowing that he would have a better future and that he would be taken care of. Tamaki remembered that he could see her sadness and happiness and thought that maybe he will one day see her again.
Kyoya remembered all the ridicule that he had taken from his father, until he met Tamaki. Tamaki was the first to stand up to him and speak his mind. Tamaki helped him see that he could be "outside the frame" that his father has set up for him. After that, he could easily push off the ridicule, knowing that he might not be able to be the heir of the family company, but now he felt something else inside of him, yet he can't put a finger on it why, but he knows that it is a different happy feeling. A happy feeling that is not from Tamaki, but from something, or someone else.
All heard the enchanting musical notes, and thought up all of these memories, and wanted to cry. Everyone of them fell for the spell that she has put upon, Miori herself had started to tear a little, but quickly put a grip on herself. She knew that she must be strong in front of everyone. Everyone started to tear , but kept in the tears to show that they too are strong. The only one that openly cried was Tamaki and Haruhi. For Kyoya, he felt that the memories were good, but in a way…pointless.
A door creaked in the back of the room and two, very different, figures stepped out, rubbing their eyes, for they were listening to the spell too. It was Mori and Hunny.
Miori stopped and saw that the impact was a bit too large for her to imagine.
"I'm so sorry…I shouldn't have played that song." She was about to get up from her seat and leave the room, and never come back, but a hand stopped her.
"No, the song was good. Shedding tears is a good sign of a good, well played song, but I guess all songs are immune to Kyoya." He turned, not surprised, to see that there was not a single tear in his eye or on his face. "Now, let me do the honors of playing a song to cheer everyone up." He sat down beside her and played a melodious tune, a lullaby that was calm, yet joyful. Miori quickly noticed that the song was "Let Me Show You How To Dance." That lullaby was a song that her mother and father use to hum, and sometimes sing to her. She started to cry, even though it is suppose to be a song of happiness, but she felt that ever since that accident, the accident that killed her parents, that her life has been miserable, and now she finally felt a bit of happiness.
Tamaki played and saw that everyone was happy, but when he turned to his left, to see Miori, in tears, and immediately stopped playing.
"What is wrong my princess? Why cry to a song that is joyful?" he asked in a quiet tone.
" "Let Me Show You How To Dance" was the song that my parents use to sing to me." She wiped her eyes so as not to be even more embarrassed. "Oh my you should continue to play the song, everyone should listen to the song." Tamaki reluctantly looked to the piano, then to Miori. She nodded and he went on with the song. Before she knew what was happening, everyone was dancing. Hikaru, Kaoru, and Haruhi were dancing together in a circle , but were switching sides, even though Haruhi didn't know how to dance. Mori and Hunny were dancing (more like Mori was swinging Hunny) too, then suddenly she found herself being the only one left, she didn't notice Kyoya. Kyoya himself thought that dancing was a waste of time and is only useful to have a good social status, but he had an urge to dance with Miori.
"Kyoya! I'm so sorry I didn't see you there. Do you want to dance or just watch others be merry?" she asked, "I myself don't really remember how to dance, but I think we can figure that out while we are at it."
"Kyoya, do it or else I'll spend all our funding money on more costumes and tea sets." Tamaki looked in his direction and made a stern face, while still using his fingers to play the piano. This made an ominous effect in the scene. Kyoya then turned back to Miori to reply; he didn't want Tamaki wasting anymore money, but he still felt the urge to dance.
"Well, if you remember the words to the song, then maybe you will be able to know how to dance a little. If not, then just go with the flow." said Kyoya. She tried to remember the words to the song, all were a blur, but she kind of remembered. When she opened her eyes, she saw that Kyoya held out his hand to her.
They danced in beats of one-two-and three. The dance itself wasn't as fast and graceful as a novice's skill, but it was good enough to enjoy, even though she stepped on his foot a couple of times.
The song was almost to the end, so the waltz slowed and came to a stop.
"I'm so sorry! I stepped on your shoe and made it dirty." she apologized. "I'll clean it when we get back to the house." she pleaded.
"Let his maid deal with it. Right now you need start making pastries, tea, and pick out what instrument you want to play. By the way, I'm Tamaki Suoh, but some call me 'King' or 'Father'." said Tamaki.
"Yes, sir!" she exclaimed. Then she was about to take a step and thought. "Um…where do I cook?"
"Haruhi, could you take her to the kitchen, next door. And while your at it, help her make the tea, the pastries can be served later." ordered Kyoya. Haruhi reluctantly listened to his command, but when she turned to see Miori smiling, she changed her mind.
"Come on, follow me, Miori." Haruhi sighed and left the room. Miori followed her, but before she closed the door behind her, she bowed to them.
"Thank you for letting me be in your establishment." she bowed again and closed the door. Haruhi was waiting for her a few feet away.
"It takes awhile to get to the student kitchen, and the clients should be coming in ten minutes, so we need to hurry." Haruhi began to jog down the hall, when she saw that Miori was running faster.
Miori looked back and saw that Haruhi looked confused. So Miori slowed down. "You said that we need to hurry, and it looks like the whole host club is full of beautiful men. So wouldn't that mean that a lot of girls will be there?" Haruhi didn't think of running down the hall since it wasn't a "polite action", but she saw the logic that Miori was speaking of, so she followed her example. Miori was a little slower that Haruhi, since she didn't know where the student kitchen was, so she followed her. Because they ran the whole way, by the time they arrived at the door, both were panting.
"Do you want me to make the cakes and you make the tea?" asked Miori while panting for air.
Haruhi nodded, for she too was out of breath. Both entered the room and started to get to work. Miori, most of the time, had to ask where everything was before she could begin baking, and that made Haruhi delay making tea. Every time Miori made Haruhi stop for her to help her, she would always apologize. To Haruhi, it seemed unnecessary to apologize, but thought that it was cute that she would (in a non-lesbian way!).
After nine minutes of making tea, for the many clients, Miori helped Haruhi carry the trays of tea and tea sets (tea cups, saucers, and tea pot) into the push cart. It was hard to do, since the tea was freshly made, which would mean it was really, really hot. A couple of the tea spilled on their fingers, palms, and their wrists, but all of the sets were loaded.
"Thanks for helping me out, I usually don't have anyone help me out with making tea, but this helped me a lot." Haruhi said before she left the room with a cart full of tea. Miori waved back, in a way of saying you're welcome. She then turned around and finally saw the magnificence of the kitchen. There were ten ovens, twelve refrigerators with freezers, two storage closets full of all the ingredients you could possibly think of (except for poisonous ingredients, of course), all of the utensils and equipment you could possibly need, and more. She had never seen a more magnificent kitchen in her whole life, but she had to shift her thinking to a different subject, to recipes. There were ten ovens so she thought of baking two cakes in each oven, which will make it twenty cakes all together. She made all her cakes from scratch, which took awhile, but, after that, it was all down hill. She put all the chocolate cakes in the ovens on one side of the room, and the other half in the other ovens. She set the timers to 23minutes, washed her hands from the batches, cleaned the kitchen and the utensils, and went to the Host Club.
Once she entered, the room was crowded with noisy girls and very few boys (other than the host club), which was a completely different scene than earlier, when it was just the other seven members of the host club. Immediately after she put one foot into the room, seven handsome boys stepped up together and said:
"Welcome!" they all said in unison. Miori was a bit surprised by the welcome, that she ducked down, but after a three second silence, she looked up and saw that it was only Haruhi, Hikaru, Kaoru, Tamaki, Mori, Hunny, and Kyoya. She felt relieved, but she felt a certain eeriness. She looked behind the group that was in front of her, and saw that all the girls and boys there were also looking at her direction.
"Mimori! Mimori! How long until the cake will be finished!?" asked Hunny.
"Oh, um…It'll be done in about twenty-two minutes, and my name is not Mimori, it's Miori." corrected Miori.
"It won't matter, Miori. Once he has a nickname for you, it sticks with you, and you'll get used to it." said Hikaru.
"Besides, the name isn't bad." replied Kaoru.
"Well, other than that, what do I do while the cake is being baked?" asked Miori.
"You could start playing a song, if you want." said Tamaki.
"The storage closet is over there by the window." said Kyoya. Miori looked in the direction he was pointing at, and saw the door by the window. She weaved in and out of groups of girls, boys, and tables to get to the door. Once she opened the door, darkness flooded out and an unusual cat puppet fell out along with it. She picked it up, and noticed that it looked familiar to a book that she just recently read.
"The material for this toy is really soft." she thought while she was rubbing the puppet between her hands. A figure peeked through the crack in the door.
"Do you like? We have a large collection of dark magical items on sale at the Dark Magic Club." the dark figure said while rubbing his hands together, like he was wanting to eat her. Miori gave the puppet back so as not to let the owner have a seizure.
"It's looks cute, but I don't really need it. Is that puppet from Russia?" she asked. The man gasped and turned away from her.
"How could you know?" He made his puppet nod as if he was alive.
"I read it in a book, about Russian history." she said. She saw something that was unusual for his fair skin. "Why are you wearing a wig?" she whispered. Again, he gasped and did a dramatic leap to the side, he also made the puppet do the same actions as he did, as if they are twins.
"How could you know? Have you been stalking me, for such a lovely lady?" he asked while making his puppet nod in agreement.
"No, it's just that your skin is too light to have dark hair, and I don't think that you sit in front of a computer screen, to play on, all day long. Plus I can see a little bit of your hair sticking out."
"You're a smart girl." The mysterious man said, while making his puppet nod in agreement again. "My name is Nekozawa, and this is Bereznoff." He made his puppet wave.
"Well, nice to see you, I'm Miori Takahari. Now if you'll excuse me." She pushed her way into the dark, storage room, and found that this was no ordinary closet. Well, then again, this isn't an ordinary school, but this is really no ordinary closet. The closet it self could have been the size of a large living room, but the weirdest part was that it didn't just hold musical instruments, like Miori thought that it was holding. It held unusual costume sets that included make-up and all, boxes and boxes full of different decorations for different holidays and occasions, wrapped candy that were from different countries, musical instruments and more.
"Wow this really shouldn't be called a closet." She exclaimed in amazement.
"But it is called a closet, so just deal with it." said Hikaru.
"Hikaru! Don't be so rude." Kaoru said in protest to Hikaru of being so rude.
"It's ok Kaoru, right now I need to pick something out." She walked around and saw many basic instruments and some from foreign countries. It was such a magnificent collection, that she didn't know what to pick.
"So which instrument will you be playing?" asked Kaoru.
"I think I'll just stick to the piano. I mean it was the instrument that let me into this club."
"I guess that will be a good choice." said Hikaru.
"Hey, where did Nekozawa go?" asked Miori.
"He went back to the Black Magic Club room, he can't stand being in the light." said Kyoya who came out of nowhere, from behind.
"Oh well." Miori then went to the main room where everyone is and here the piano, she was playing on earlier, but someone stopped her in her tracks.
"You're that new girl in our freshman class, right?" asked a girl that came right behind her, she surprised Miori.
"Yes, I'm new to this school. I came in at the last minute." replied Miori.
"Oh, I see. So that's why I didn't hear anything about a new face. But why are you here, especially along side with the Host Club?" asked the girl.
"Well, I couldn't fit in with the other classes, so I asked if I could be in this club, and they said I could be in the Host Club, why do you ask. If you would like to join, I'm sure they would let you in too. It would be nice if there were other girls in the Host Club."
"I'm sorry to say this, but we are not accepting anyone else in. Miori was entered into the Club for special reasons." Kyoya said this suddenly, out of nowhere, behind Miori's back. Both girls jumped at his unintentional surprise attack.
"Oh, Kyoya! Please tell me this is a fib, and that you will throw this rude girl out of this very school, and let me be in this club, forever by your side." the mysterious girl completely changed her voice to a flirtatious, puppy dog begging, English accented lady as if she was the Queen of England's highest, in charge, secretary.
"Sorry but it is all too true. Plus, Miori is Kyoya's neighbor, so it'll be hard for you to be always by his side." said Tamaki, that popped out of nowhere.
"Actually, she is staying in my house, and her room is right next to my room. So why don't you try some of our tea that Haruhi had brought." Kyoya said this out of nowhere and in a cold, yet, professional way.
He knew their type, battling over "love"( more of an infatuation), power, and pride. This kind of thing bored him and annoyed him even more. In these fights, he thinks it's better if the person they are fighting for (Kyoya, in this case) stop it with cold words. It would hurt the Host Club's income, but it's better if there are no conflicts between people especially if it's a customer-host fight.
Gasp "How could you, Kyoya sniff, I-I love you more than this…poppycock does. She is just a-a-a tramp!" When the girl screamed, everyone in the room looked to where the source was coming from. At this point, Kyoya knew neither he or the girl would need to do damage to each other, since she already lost and, apparently, the bigger impact was that everyone turned to look at her, as if she was mad or as if everyone knew the real truth, and she was telling lies. "Kyoya! You're so mean!" She stormed out of the room, crying. When the door closed after her, there was silence for a while, then everyone continued their activities.
"I need to go after her and apologize." Miori was about to sprint after her, but a hand held her shoulder firm, so she was not able to go.
"No need for you to go apologize to her." Kyoya replied. "The person who should apologize to her would be me, but I have no intention of apologizing, since I said those things, earlier, on purpose, and it's a bother having a conflict between a customer and a host. It would degrade our Club's income and reputation." He said this while still holding a firm grip on her shoulder.
"But this is all because of me. It's all my fault that this whole thing started…gasp I'm so sorry!" She bowed while apologizing.
"Now what are you doing?!" Kyoya asked in a questionable, annoyed way.
"I'm apologizing." She still had her head bowed when she replied. "I never thought that I need to apologize to you too, until now, I'm sorry. I got you into this fight for no good reason."
"Just get up." She still wouldn't stand up straight. "sigh You're forgiven. Now, go continue playing the piano or get the pastries from the student kitchen. If you want, you can get Haruhi to help you with carrying the cakes into the push cart and pushing the cart."
"I guess I'll play one song, but thank you for forgiving me." She walked to the piano and played a song, and it was the same song that she had played to admit herself into the club.
She, this time, actually played to her heart's content. It seemed to her more joyful than usual, it was an unusual feeling.
After she finished playing the tune, she left to go retrieve Haruhi from the flood of fan girl-customers so that someone could help her with the pastries she had baked.
"Oh, Haruhi is such a gentleman, but it's a shame that he would have to go away." said one of the most loyal customers, Miss Sakkurazuka, Haruhi's classmate and regular customer.
"Uh, you do know that I'll be back with cake, right after I'm done helping Miori." said Haruhi.
"Oh! So that's her name…I've been wondering what her name was and why she is helping the club, as if she was in the club." said Miss Kuragano, Haruhi's classmate and regular customer.
"OK…I'll be back and bring some cake." Haruhi always had a hard to time to inch away from her customers, even when she would want an, at least, five minute break.
"I'm so sorry for asking you to help me. Kyoya told me that I should ask you for help." she said in an apologetic way.
"It's ok, I usually don't get breaks from the customers because they plead me, beg me even, to stay, and Tamaki said that the Host Club was made to have clients happy, so I end up staying in that cushion seat for the whole "appointment". Plus Kyoya said that he would add more to my debt, if there are any unhappy customers, that are my customers." replied Haruhi.
DING! went the timer, that indicated that the cakes were done baking.
"Oh, my did you here that? We need to hurry to the kitchen, before the cakes start to burn." said Miori when the timer went off. Both Haruhi and Miori raced to the kitchen to save the pastries. Haruhi, of course, arrived there first, since it was easier for her to run faster in pants, while Miori had to run in a wide dress. Haruhi then burst through the door, and turned off all of the ovens and opened to oven door to let the cakes cool. Miori opened to door and saw that all was fine. While the cakes were cooling off, Miori then started making cream and icing for the toppings and crushed nuts to put on top of some of the cakes (some of the customers are allergic to nuts). After they were done with putting the creams, icing, and crushed nuts on the cakes, they loaded to push cart, and pushed it back to the classroom. They walked slowly, so as to not drop any of the cakes.
"Well, thanks for helping me." thanked Miori, when they arrived at the door.
"It's ok, it was nothing." replied Haruhi. They then opened the door and Haruhi and Miori pushed the cart to serving table. Everyone was amazed at how the cakes were designed.
"Oh my! Kyoya, Tamaki, who did you order the cakes from? Are they from 'Madame Pecake' or from 'Crèmes'?" asked a customer (These are not real cake companies).
"Nope, the cakes were actually made by Miss Miori." replied Tamaki, while he, himself was surprised that the cakes looked better than he had imagined. "Well, would you like one?"
"Oh, yes please." replied the customer. Tamaki then stood up in his seat and saw that the table was getting crowded, so he hurried over to the serving table.
"OH MY GOD! This is so delicious! I think it's better than Crèmes!" yelled Hunny, while Mori was trying to get a taste of his piece and holding up Hunny on his shoulders.
"This is really good, Miori." complimented Kaoru.
"Yeah, but I wish there was some fruit filling though." said Hikaru.
"Don't be so mean, Hikaru. We worked hard on this." said Haruhi.
"Yeah, they worked hard on these!" said Hunny, Tamaki, and Koura. Mori just nodded. Once Kyoya heard this he put his portfolio under his arm and took a piece of the cake. He was amazed at how the cake was perfect. He didn't really like pastries that were super sweet, and this cake had the right amount of sugar and cream that melted in your mouth, instead of making your mouth puffy and watery from too much sugar. Kyoya then took another piece (only a small piece so as not to look so eager) with him, to his usual chair.
Everyone that took a piece of the cake, thanked Miori, graciously, which Miori blushed because she has never been thanked that much in all her life. Even some of the children of renowned pastry chefs asked if she would like to come to their estate to show their parent how great Miori's pastries were.
"Uh, thank you, but maybe later." Miori would always reply when one of those children would ask her. After all the thank-you's and compliments, she went back and cleaned the kitchen. She was almost finished cleaning, and was about to wipe the sinks, when she heard someone enter. She thought that it was Haruhi and said, "Haruhi, could you wipe the last sink? You know, today, I've never received this many compliments in a life time, and it was all thanks to you." When she said this, no one had answered so she turned around and saw that it the same girl that Kyoya had talked to in a cold way. The girl was so close that she quickly grabbed a knife that was in the drying rack, by the sink, and slashed Miori in the arm, which even cut her sleeve and her arm that it started to bleed. She then jumped to the side and kneeled down and held her hand over her wound, and tensed her arm to alleviate the pain. Miori then quickly stood up, to dodge her attacks. The girl, herself was just waving the knife around like a mad dog and started knocking off pots, pans, plates and jars of ingredients off the counters, which made a big mess and a racket. Miori had a hard time to stop her from waving the knife and when she finally picked up a pot to use as a shield, she was too tired from losing all that blood from the surprise attack and from running around in circles, but even then, when they were at the sinks again, the girl then got to the drawer filled with cooking utensils and grabbed a hand full of knives and threw them at Miori. Miori managed to block and dodge most of them, but one had hit her in the lower leg, which caused her to limp and slow her down. Miori looked back to see if the girl was about to throw another wave of knives at her, but, when she looked back, she tripped over a pan that was in front of her and couldn't get up right, or else the knife in her lower leg would go in and might permanently paralyze her, in the leg.
The girl stood over her with greed in her eyes and was about to strike her. Miori started to tearing down her face and thought of the wonderful life she was about to start and all the good times she had with her parents and brother before the accident. The students that were nice to her in the classes, the books she had read, and Kyoya, who was so nice as to let her stay in his estate and for his hospitality. She braced her self and was about to close her eyes, when she saw a figure behind the girl about to grab the girl.
It was a boy that had grabbed from behind and knocked the knife out of her hand and pinned her down on the floor.
"Are you alright?" said Matsutake Inouye, over the girl, next to Miori.
"Oh, it's you Inouye?...I think I'm alright?" She staggered at the site of all the blood she had lot that was all over the floor and all the broken jars ingredients, plates, pots and pans that were broken or shattered.
"Miori, are you ok?!" yelled Kaoru.
"What did that bitch do to you?!" yelled Hikaru, while looking at the scene.
"Hikaru, you don't have to yell." Tamaki looked at the scene with him. He then kneeled next to Matsutake and the girl. "You were once a beautiful flower...until you grew an ugly thorn in your side for spite. You, too, will be banned from the Host Club, along with Ayanokoji. " By now Kyoya had entered the room and was on the phone calling for a doctor and his mini army (10 people in his mini army). His face was unfazed, but inside he was horrified at the site of Miori's state, but then he got side tracked about the mess in the kitchen.
"Kyoya, could you call a doctor to assist Miori." said Tamaki in a straight face, without looking at the one who caused this misery.
"I already did, and for someone to take the girl to the police station, for attempt of murder." replied Kyoya.
"SHUT UP! I'VE DONE NOTHING WRONG!!" yelled the girl. With a burst of adrenaline, she pushed off Matsutake to the ground, and grabbed a piece of glass, that was once a piece of a jar, and was about to finish what she had started, until a small figure kicked the acquired weapon out of her hand.
"Don't you ever hurt my friends." said Hunny, hunched over and wore a serious face over the usual happy, sweet-tooth face.
"You brat! I'll get you for that!" She was about to slap him, but someone had come from behind her and held her hand behind her back, so that she was not able to move her hands freely.
"Good, Mori, hold her down while Kyoya's people get her." said Tamaki.
"You did a good job, Mori!" said Hunny, while patting Mori's head and is now back to his happy, sweet-tooth way. "You did a good job, too, Matsutake!" Hunny also patted Matsutake's head, even though it was harder for Hunny since he was shorter than Matsutake.
"Miori, are you ok?" said Kyoya, while kneeling beside her and examining her to see if he could do some first aids that needs to be treated quickly.
"Do you need a pillow?" asked Haruhi.
"I'm fine. It's just a flesh wound. The worst that would happen would be that it's going to leave a scare, so I'm ok." replied Miori.
"This is the second time this kind of incident popped up, Kyoya. We should do some background checking on the clients again." said Tamaki.
"I'll do a second background check later." said Kyoya.
"Is this the girl?" asked a man in a black suit, with dark sunglasses, that was pointing at the girl that was held by Mori.
"Yes, now tell the police that we will be charging her for attempt of murder and that Mister Suoh will be charging her for destruction of school property. Is that right Tamaki?" said Kyoya. Tamaki nodded, and Kyoya's men took her away, and the doctor came in.
"It's nothing bad, but since school is almost over, we should just take her home and I can start treating her wounds." said the doctor.
"That's fine. Is it ok if we leave now, Tamaki?" said Kyoya.
"Yeah, there's only ten minutes left anyway." replied Tamaki. Once he said the word, Kyoya asked Mori to carry Miori to the front of the school where the car would be.
When they arrived at the estate, everyone was in shock.
"What happened to her, Kyoya?" asked Fuyumi.
"It's nothing serious, Mrs. Ohtori." said the doctor. They then rushed to her room, for her treatment.
"Fuyumi, just don't tell father about this. Tell the staff to keep this quiet, or else." said Kyoya in a whisper. He wanted to keep it quiet so as not to show his father that he messed up.
The doctor treated her wounds and then left and said that all she needed now would be to take her medicine and rest. After he left Kyoya just sat next to her while receiving flowers from the members of the Host Club and other students , including from Haruhi (even though she is poor), Matsutake, and the parents of the girl that caused the destruction. When the flowers stopped coming he sat down next to her and stared at her sorry state and thought that it was all his fault.
"Oh my, what beautiful flowers." said Miori, finally waking after 2 hours of sleeping.
"Do you feel ok?" asked Kyoya.
"Yeah, I feel great. Now...could you show me where the kitchen is?" asked Miori.
"Uh...why? If you're hungry, then I can just ask one of the maids to make you dinner."
"No, I just need to bake some cookies for the maid and for you." replied Miori with tears in her eyes. "Oh gosh I'm sorry." she started tearing because she has never felt so relieved she and everyone else was ok.
"Fine come with me." Kyoya then grabbed her hand and took her to the kitchen. He thought that she was trying to do a puppy dog face, even though it was really a completely different reason. He interrupted her before she could explain why she was tearing.
There kitchen was bigger than the school's student kitchen, and was more modern, and yet advanced, than the school's, while the school's is just updated.
"Oh my this is a bigger kitchen than the school's." said Miori.
"Do you want me to help." asked Kyoya, putting his guard down, since he is at home.
"Sure, that would be wonderful!" So they both started making cookies and after they were done, they gave some cookies to the maid and then took the rest to her room. They ate the cookies with milk and helped each other with German homework. After they were done with the homework, and milk and cookies, they prepared for the next day and went to sleep. By the next day, Kyoya noticed that his shoes were unusually cleaner, and it wasn't yet time for his usual once-a-month shoe polish cleaning, since the once-a-month shoe polish cleaning is at the end of each month. He asked the maid to see why they cleaned his shoes so early in the month, but the maid replied and said that it was not they who cleaned his shoes. He then finally realized that it was Miori who did it, for stepping on his shoes so much.
For the rest of the week, she had no problems with customers and her wounds had healed, but left a light scar on her, but she wasn't bothered by it one bit.