Ouran High School Host Club 2

Chapter 2

Hi all! This chapter's mainly on Ahna, but don't worry—the Hosts will come to play soon!!

Ahna sighed, sites set on the far-off peaks of building in the distance. If she stared hard enough, she almost believed that she could see all the way to Japan, where the host club was.

She found her thoughts drifting from Tamaki, the host 'king' and boy she'd met four years ago in France on an exchange student program, to Kyoya…the mysterious, glasses-wearing teen who seemed to know…

…well, everything.

Ahna sighed. The weather outside matched her mood perfectly. It was cloudy, but not too much so. There was a chance of rain, but not too great. There was on-again off-again wind as well…the weather matched her mood perfectly: indecisive, in-between, normal, undefined…sad but not, angry but not, happy but not….

She lifted herself from the window seat and picked her way through her messy room to her computer, sitting atop her desk. It was a clunky old laptop, but she loved it. She had never used it much before, having no use for it, but after the trip to Japan, she used it much for frequently to keep in touch via e-mails. Because of the time difference from New York to Japan, Ahna didn't want to call Tamaki while he was eating lunch. Likewise, she didn't want to be woken up. And she didn't think she'd be able to hold an up-to-standard phone conversation with anyone at dawn.

She tapped her finger impatiently on the hard wood top of her desk, drumming out the rhythm to her new favorite song. She smiled when the internet finally popped open, and she opened up her e-mail. She had a message from…

She frowned.

She had a message from one 'Kyoya Otori'. Was this the same Kyoya who she had messaged in the early morning/late night when she'd been in Japan? It didn't seem like something that he would do—sending her any mail. But she laughed when she read its contents. It was simply a group e-mail, regarding something completely irrelevant to Ahna. She was almost sure he was unaware that she had received it. But she smiled and laughed all the same, and went about checking the rest of her inbox.

She had an e-mail about Dina about a day at the mall Saturday of the next week. Skimming the information, she sent her back that she was free. Ahna found some e-mails from an art club at her school, and one from Tamaki. She saved it for last, reading it slowly, then responding quickly with fast, excited movements of her fingers. Despite the fact that he was in Japan and she in America, the thought of the blond boy excited her.

She sent the mail and leaned back in her chair, staring out the window.

Will I ever get to see them again?

Will I ever get to see her again?

Tamaki was in his 'depression' corner—again. The female guests were crowded around him with worried faces. Across the room, Haruhi sighed.

"He's sad it's rain," she called to the girls. "Among other things."

At that, she tossed a quick-y glance over her shoulder out the window at the pouring sheets of rain. She cringed. At least it wasn't a thunderstorm—just raining.

Dark sheets of rain one after another. Just as bad to Haruhi—well, almost, anyways.

Tamaki wondered if it ever rained in New York. If it did, was Ahna afraid of thunder like Haruhi was? If she was, who was there to help her? Will I ever see her again? Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he bounced up from his Depression Corner, glowing.

"Kyoya!" He yelled and the fangirls watched eagerly. "Book us seven flights to New York for the vacation: PRONTO!"

And then there was chaos.

Well? What did you all think? I'd love to hear your comments :-)

Reviews are cooks :D

~Elena