It was completely and utterly irritating, seeing her sitting there with that smug smile on her face, surrounded by male students of Ouran who had actually listened – and responded to, apparently – her earlier announcement on the lunch table. It was a mystery, how she received such a large amount of fans.
Of course, she was not an actual host. In fact, Kyoya had strictly prohibited her from being too close to he or the other six members, in fear that she would prove to be a bad deterrent for the other female customers. So instead, she was banished, along with her rather huge group of men, to the back corner of the room, to where she sat upon the window sill and the men casually spread about below, sitting on the floor.
Often she would laugh as one of them told a story or insulted another male friend playfully, and even more often would she engage in seductive conversation with some, progressively going from innocent to provocative.
He clenched the pencil in his hand tightly, though made sure to release his tightening grip before that, too, broke in half.
God, did Kyoya ever hate that girl. It seemed that, at everything he did, at every turn, she had a solution and a problem that would frustrate him further, condemn him to a life of hidden anger behind those gray eyes.
"O-Ootori-kun?" a timid voice said cautiously, a small and shy girl approaching the usually-cool-and-collected Host.
"Yes?" he replied with a smile.
"Um... W-Well, I was wondering... U-Uh... P-Please don't find me rude, b-but... Are you and K-Kushiro-san getting along alright? I-I heard what happened, so I got a bit worried... She's not the easiest to get along with..."
He smiled, flipped over the papers on his clipboard and placed in on the table he leaned against casually. "Ah, I thank you for being concerned, but she and I are getting along fine. May I ask, Kihiro-chan, why you are interested in this topic?"
The girl – Kihiro Nana, the second daughter of the large Kihiro family, which was quite poor and insignificant compared to his or any other's family – smiled sheepishly and hid behind her long blond hair. "Um... I-It's just because K-Kushiro-san is r-really kind otherwise, so I didn't w-want you to think she was a horrible person, completely..."
Kyoya smiled again. "Of course not. It's obvious she's a good person, just a bit confused, is all."
In his head, though, he was saying a different story. In his head, he was cussing profusely, insulting and degrading the poor Kihiro child without even a moment's thought of mercy. How dare she, approach him and tell such a lie that would even make him think that, Kushiro Miku, of all people, was nice? What kind of blasphemy was that? It sickened him to his core, but he didn't let it show, lest he wanted his reputation tainted.
She smiled to him, bowed, and left.
The pencil in the Ootori's hand broke suddenly.
"Dammit..." he muttered under his breath, looking at the ruined bits.
Suddenly, a pencil was dangling in front of his eyes, moving like a summer wave.
"You know, Kyoya-chan, you really need some anger management classes. You're making me replace everything you break," said that ominous voice of hers, though others would describe it as sensuous. Quickly, he snatched the pencil from her hand without even a moment's notice, wishing to get her out of his face as quickly as possible. She laughed, walking away with her hand in the air as if to say a goodbye.
"Just so you know," she added through her light laughter, looking over her shoulder and throwing him a competitive glance. "I'm keeping track of everything you made me replace. Expect a bill for it all!"
His hand clenched around the new pencil, too, annoyance coursing through him. Damn, how Kyoya wanted to stab it through her eye, to ram it into her brain and watch everything about her shut off slowly due to the damage he had caused. He wanted to run up to her, to tell her that she was a whore who had little self-respect and even little merit for the world. He wanted to do so many horrible, rude, and possibly illegal things to the girl, but was restricted to it all.
It was all for his family, he repeated in his mind. His father had okay-ed this, as did the school board and the Superintendent – Tamaki's father. They had trusted him with this presumably-mundane task, yet it was constantly turning out to be much more than he could take.
Yet he couldn't let them down. More than they, he couldn't let himself down.
Ootori Kyoya had never, ever been one to give up without a just cause. And to let her win was definitely not a good reason.
He watched, then, as she rejoined her group and received all those adoring stares of the men she was with. Looking over those with her, Kyoya found himself recognizing some very prestigious faces, though none to compare with that of those in the Host Club, or himself. Certainly not himself.
Her laugh echoed through the room then, causing a few to look and watch themselves. It was then that he realized he had to end this, to break away her little group and make her obey. Those stupid things she was doing, such as physically assaulting one man by climbing on top of his body as he lay on the floor, was attracting attention that was not rightfully supposed to be hers. It was tearing apart the fans of the Hosts.
Kyoya approached her then, standing to the side of the group and smiling sinisterly, darkly. She noticed it, too, smiling back in just the same manner.
"May I help you, Kyoya-chan?" she asked innocently, getting off the boy she straddled and instead returning to her perch on the window sill.
"Unfortunately, I'm going to have to ask your friends to leave. You and I are leaving, now, so they are no longer permitted to stay," he said sternly, yet politely as to keep his labeled appearance to those around.
"Aw," she whined, lips pouting out drastically. "Alright, I guess." She stood, dusting off the yellow dress with her hands. "Sorry, guys, but you have to leave now. I'll talk to you sometime, though, alright?" She smiled a blinding, brilliant smile that made them all smile back. And quickly, they had left out the door. She turned to face her black haired companion, her smile turning into something much more demonic than need be. "So, where to, Kyoya-chan?"
"Nowhere," he admitted easily, turning his back on her and walking back towards his post.
"Aw, what a cheap trick. No matter, I'll just text them and tell them you were a lying douche," she threatened.
He stopped slowly, turning to face the girl only a few feet from himself. She held her phone in her hand, the other on her flung-out hip, dress weaving itself around her body as if even that, a piece of fabric, was on her side.
"Fine. We'll go," he succumbed. "We'll just drive around somewhere."
She smiled attractively to him, sauntering closer to him and clasping her hands onto his uniform jacket, pressing herself closer. "How about you take me up on my previous offer? Let's go back to my house, have some adult-fun."
He sighed, turning his head away from her and that pathetic attempt to try to embarrass him in front of the others.
"Would you please release me, Kushiro-chan? I have no patience for your trivial games."
Her hands let go, going into the air soon after as if a proof of innocence. "Have it your way, then. You'll fall for me, eventually; they all do." A smug smile took upon her face once more before she turned her back and made her way for the door.
Watching her back intently, Kyoya felt something squeeze his heart tightly. No, it was not love, he knew for a fact. Nor was it even hatred. It was... Something different. Something far, far worse than hatred, like the sick feeling you have when you see someone you thoroughly can't stand, when your teeth clench together instinctively and your hands clam up like you're holding the knife that ends their life.
How dare she make such an assumption, was the only thing running through the boy's mind as he followed her out and down the stairs. To so boldly say that he would, eventually, fall in love with her was quite more than absurd and arrogant. Never, in his life, would he allow himself to have even the most remote romantic feelings for such a horrid being as she; It was nearly a sin to.
She awaited him at the bottom of the steps, leaning against the railing and smiling kindly to him. A thing most concerning for the boy.
"Hey, Kyoya-chan?" she questioned sweetly. He sighed; what the hell did she want?
"What?" he shot harshly.
"Can we go see a movie?"
He stared at the girl for a moment, his gaze hard, dissecting every bit of her current, most appealing expression.
Inwardly, she was gloating most dishonorably about her plan. Of course, it was a way of winning, no matter what. Either way, it had the outcome she desired, be it if he fell in love with her or if he hated her so intensely that he ended the game and allowed her to win and continue with her ways. The movies was the best place to go; everyone there knew her, loved her, and had a fling with her, at one point in their lives. To go there would mean to evoke the most suppressed emotions in a human being and bring them out to fight, especially once they saw she was with another.
Besides, the darkness in a movie theater made a great cover for any dirty business she wished to incorporate on him. Miku knew that, even though he had said no to her previous offers of pleasuring him, he was thinking about it. Even just having looked at him moments before, when she had grabbed his jacket, she knew. He stared at her with something other than the hate she was used to, something more wild and uncontrollable. Lust. An insane kind of yearning.
If she had sex with him, she won. It was only right. And if he revoked the contract to watch over her, she also won. After the battle that would most definitely go on at the theater, one of the two would happen.
"No," he said instead of the 'yes' she had been hoping for. Her hopes dashed, she began to whine.
"Why not?" she cried, following him out the door like a spoiled little sister.
"Because I said so," was his only line of defense. And though she continued to protest, they had gotten into the car he had arranged and drove off. To where, she didn't know, but she did know that he was sitting beside her instead of in the front of the car. She was in the middle seat, and he to her right. Even this situation would work for her plan.
Slowly, she raised her hand. Gently, she would place it on his leg, turn it to his inner thigh and move it up intricately until she reached the groin. Then she would turn to face him and catch those wide eyes with her own glance, and kiss him. It would continue downwards from there, like it always did.
But instead she looked at him, at the concentrated, tired look on her face. And instead, she moved her hand to the seat belt, undid it, and moved to the left of the car.
He looked over to her, curious as to why she would move to suddenly, though he said nothing.
"You look tired," she said, avoiding his eyes as a blush took over her face. How could she had given up such a good opportunity to win? But she didn't want to win by default, just because he was tired. She understood most fully what it was like to be overworked, stressed, and tired. "So... So go to bed!"
He stared at her for a moment longer, trying to analyze her ulterior motive. Finding nothing but her blushing face, he leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes.
"Just don't touch me while I sleep," was his only request before he fell to a slumber instantaneously.
She looked over to his sleeping frame, watching as his well-toned chest heaved up and down, slowly. He was asleep, and in such little time... Miku shook her head, smiling, then leaned forward to speak to the driver.
"Please," she said kindly, "take us to his place."
[Author's Note]
Oh! You people, who read this story and review... You're so kind! Too kind! I just want to tell you all who write back to me about this story that I truly and most honourably respect and value you and your reviews. You don't understand how happy it makes me, seeing that blinking red light on my phone, indicating that I have a review or a story favorite or an alert. It's a most desireable feeling. I can't express how thankful I am to those who review. Thank you so much.
I felt so thankful that I decided I could post up another chapter in the same day. I hope that's alright with you guys, since you're the ones I really want to please the most. I do hope you'll review this one, too, though I know it isn't as good as others...
Um... I also wanted to say that, I know, this story seems to be progressing rather quickly. And it will do that, since I do not entirely plan to have this stretch out to be a long tale. Most of the fanfiction I have currently written are under 10 chapters, and I believe that – this one – will be just slightly over that mark. So it will be going a bit fast, but it'll make sense. Hopefully.
Nevertheless, I do hope you will all continue reading this story! You make it worthwhile, writing it like this. Please, tell me what you think of this one, too! Have a good night, my lovely readers!