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Chapter 3

It's been a week. My daily cycle is just simply delightful; I have made sure that I have no time to be bored. Yep, it's just been a whirlwind of activity for me. Wake up, Eat breakfast, Go to School, Avoid dark hallways, Avoid anything black, Eat Lunch, Avoid Friends, Daydream during class, Run out of classroom before friends can drag you into Host Club, Avoid Music Rooms, Go home, Don't answer calls from anyone, Finish Homework, Sulk. What fun I've been having. Maybe I should start going back to real life. As if on cue, my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Oh my freaking god, Akari! You finally decided to talk to me!"

"You're hurting my ears."

"Still sulking, now are you?"

"I'm hanging up."

"No, no, wait! I have something I want to show you!"

"Does it have to do with the Host Club?"

"Uh…"

"I'm hanging up."

"Please! I promise you! It won't interfere with your love life!"

"Uncross your fingers."

"How…?"

"Stop looking for security cameras."

"Freak."

"I've been your friend for 4 years. I should know this much at least."

"I'm serious! Just come tomorrow!"

"Fine. But you have to promise me one thing."

"What?"

"Give me back my skirt you're wearing."

"How…?"

"Bye-bye." I hung up before she could start screaming "Freak" repeatedly into the phone. Then I fell backwards onto my bed. I didn't want to think, didn't want to wonder why I was going back tomorrow, didn't want to think of all the horrible things that could happen tomorrow. Didn't want to think of him. I went downstairs to bash around a bag of sand. Taking out my anger on the bag, I imagined a face on the bag every time I punched it. The bag was swinging back and forwards at an alarming rate.

Suddenly, his face showed up in my mind. The bag didn't move an inch. It was a punch that could hardly be called a punch. More like a casual push. I laughed a little. Looks like I just can't hurt him. I thought pitifully.

Enough of this. I trampled in for dinner and turned my radio up really loud. It was loud enough to drain my thoughts, and that was exactly why I liked it. I kept it on until I went to bed. Then I put in a classical music CD and turned it down. I fell asleep to Beethoven's 9th Symphony that night.

I trudged through the day with a sagging feeling in my stomach. Trying not to watch the clock I followed my friend through the last class. Then I was put through a whirlwind and right before we ascended the last staircase, I felt myself smoothing my skirt. Get a grip Akari, you do not need to groom yourself for a silly bunch off men. I was taking a rose petal out off my hair when I found myself pushed into the room and hearing everyone's footsteps fly away. I was alone in the room when everything went black.

Well, to be precise, the windows were drawn and the lights were shut. I tried to adjust to the light when I suddenly saw the purpose of this.

"Shit!" I yelled and raced for the door.

"Akari, wait." The voice I dreaded floated close to me.

"S-sure." I turned around to face him. "Hey, U- I mean, Nekozawa."

"That's not right." He moved closer. "My name's Umehito."

"Yeah. Umehito." My voice dropped as I whispered his name. He was too close. I looked around with my peripheral vision. He opened his lips, his beautiful lips, when I saw a door in the corner.

"Hey look! A flying Belzenef!" I flung my keychain in the air and ran like mad to the door. Slamming it, I locked it and panted heavily. I felt disgusted at myself. What the hell was that manga-like escape? Was I the character in some kind of weird love comedy? I shuddered at the thought. The doorknob rattled.

"Let me in, Akari."

"No. I'm not opening it. If you want to get in so badly, then find another way."

"Fine." His footsteps resounded on the floor. Something clinked under me.

"What?" I picked up my keychain. Grasping it, I felt like crying. But I wouldn't. I was strong. I was too strong for my own good. I waited a while. Maybe he gave up. I was torn between feeling happy or sad. I guess a little part of me wanted him to come dashing in, like my knight in shining armor or something like that. Sighing, I curled myself into a ball.

"Raaaaah!" The wild scream made me jump. Next thing I knew, a huge wooden club-like thing came crashing through the wall. I stared at it, not knowing what to say. His smiling face shone through the piles of plaster.

"I decided to approach you, like you did to me. That was the time I fell in love with you. So I thought that maybe you would fall in love with me if this happened. Unlike you, I couldn't use my hand or make a hole big enough to climb through. But," He extended a graceful hand through the hole. "I can do this much."

"Idiot." I said as I grasped his hand and wrapped it up in my two hands. Despite my desperate urges to hold back, I cried silent tears. I put my head on top of my palms. I mumbled something about crying being ugly.

"That's right. You don't look nearly as good as they portray it in mangas."

"Shut up." I lowered my head so he couldn't see my face.

"But," He enveloped my tear-stained cheeks with his hands. "There's something undeniably cute about it." He chuckled as I tried to slap him. From the distance, I heard a faint clapping. We instantly broke off and I wiped my face.

"B-b-bravo!" Tamaki and the twins emerged blowing their noses. "It was absolutely beautiful! I cried like a baby the entire time!"

"You ARE a baby." I told him coldly.

"Sempai! Don't huddle in the corner like that! You'll gather dust!" Haruhi scolded. She smiled at me. "I'm glad it worked out."

"AKARI!" My best friend pounced on me. "That was AMAZING!"

"Yeah, Nekozawa-sempai, have you ever considered being a Host?" Kyouya asked while writing in his notebook.

"Sorry, but he's all mine!" I said cheerfully as I opened the door and dragged Nek- no, Umehito into the Dark Magic Clubroom.

"Wh-what was that for?" He stammered while blushing. I turned around and kissed him. It was probably only 5 seconds, but we ended up looking like two tomatoes that had a bad case of sunburn. He smiled at me, and I smiled at him. Then, we ran through all of the darkest hallways until we got to his car. We rode off while Umehito breathed heavily.

"Why were we rushing so fast?" He managed.

"Secret." I kissed him again, on the cheek.

Meanwhile, back at the Host Club…

"You… haven't paid the fee for the hole…" Kyouya clenched his teeth.

The Next Day (in the newspapers)

This just in! A rich kid by the name of Suoh Tamaki has taken a large hammer and has made a big hole in Fujioka Ranka's home! His daughter, Fujioka Haruhi, was not impressed and demands payment for the hole. The father has pressed charges against the rich kid, but the rich kid's father threatened to expel the daughter from school. When questioned at the police station, his reply puzzled everyone.

"Well, it worked when Nekozawa-sempai and Akari-chan did it…"

The End :)

A/N Well, it's been a lovely three chapters. I hope many readers will continue to read any further stories that I may publish. Thanks to everyone who read this and anyone who will read it in the future. I sure hope to see more NekoxOC stories in the future! Who knows, this might've inspired some people to write their own NekoxOCs! And in response to one PM, I'm not 16, I'm only 13 lol. If only I really was 16…

By the way, in the end, Kyouya never got his money for the wall. Instead it was added to Haruhi's debt, for some reason.