Chapter Five
The Blonde King
'Only a few find the way; some don't recognize it when they do; some don't ever want to.' – The Cheshire Cat, American McGee's ALICE
Dear Mother in heaven, it's been nearly three days now since I began my school year at Ouran Private Academy for Boys, and already I am near the point of wanting to strangle Haruhi over and over again. Fortunately enough, I somehow have passed myself as a boy, I figure I got those androgynous looks from your side of the family, considering the fact that oyaji can dress like a woman and look just like a woman. But somehow, just somehow, I feel as though this is all going to backfire horribly. Freaking karma!
Ichigo stared off into space as the teacher droned on about something up at the head of the class. Eyes staring off at an upward angle towards the ceiling while he kept his head facing forward towards the chalkboard up front. A mechanical pencil was held balanced on his upper lip as it out and up in a pout, the thin writing tool teetering slowly on its perch. Chin cupped on either side by open hands, Ichigo was only one gesture shy of yawning and getting himself into some serious trouble.
On either side of the orange-haired teen, the gingered twins exchanged curious looks with one another over the top of Ichigo's head before looking at their fellow classmate with the same look. With an eyebrow pulled up in an arch, they watched Ichigo stare off into space with what appeared to be a bored look on his face. Again they exchanged looks with one another and then shrugged as they returned to scribbling doodles across the tops of their notebook paper. Today seemed as though it were going to incredibly boring.
Lunch period soon rolled around, the students pilling out of their classrooms as they headed for the cafeteria to eat. Like one massive wave of humanity, they flooded the halls like they did everyday and strolled at their leisure, chatting as they went on their way. Ichigo on the other hand, hung back behind everyone else, hovering within the safety of the classroom doorway. Hiyama-sensei had already left for his own lunch in the teacher's lounge, so if Ichigo wanted, he had the whole classroom to herself for lunch.
It was only the third day at Ouran, and the unease of sitting amongst the others with his homemade o-bento box still left him with a sick feeling at the bottom of his stomach. Ichigo wasn't embarrassed about his lunch, it was just the whole thing about being stared at for the many numerous reasons everyone had to stare. Exhaling a quiet sigh, Ichigo retreated back into the classroom and sat down at his desk to eat.
"Hmm? Kaoru, he's not here again." Hikaru muttered in a lazy sort of manner as he stabbed and poked at his own meal of incredible splendor that one would think to only find in a five-star restaurant.
"Looks like it Hikaru." Kaoru surveyed the cafeteria slowly, making sure he didn't miss the orange-haired Eniwa Ichigo they enjoyed teasing so much. "Ichigo is nowhere to be found."
Hikaru paused just as he was about to pierce the soft center of the beautifully broiled Kobe beef steak that sat on his plate. "Ichigo?" He half-glanced up at his twin brother, a bit a curious brow pulled in response to hearing his brother refer to him by first name with no added honorifics or anything. "Since when did you start calling him on a first name basis?"
Kaoru glanced over at his brother absentmindedly. "Hm?"
Setting his fork down, Hikaru leaned over towards his younger brother, a hand reaching out to gently caress his cheek. "Are you that much more interested in that hedgehog-head than me?" He purred quietly, eyes staring intently into the gaze of his brother.
"Hikaru, don't tease me like that." Kaoru replied while trying to look away from him in the same manner an embarrassed girl would from the boy she liked.
"Would you two cut it out!"
The harsh smack of a hand swiping across the back both Hikaru and Kaoru's heads followed after the rather unamused statement was declared. The twins sulked forward in their seats for a moment, hands holding to the spot on the back of their heads where they had been hit. It was Hikaru who spun about in his seat first, eyes narrowed with an irritated glare directed straight on the taller boy that stood behind them.
"What the hell was that for?!" Hikaru growled, showing his contempt for the guy who had struck him and his brother.
The boy that stood behind the Hitachiin twins held a rather dignified air about him, his overall appearance giving him that rare princely sort of charm. Blonde hair, perfectly groomed with bangs fluttering freely about a beautiful set of violet colored eyes, and a tall lean frame that would have most girls drooling in seconds; yeah, he was definitely the princely type of guy you saw walking about the campus of a wealthy private academy. His face, though holding that sort of well defined line about the jaw, still showed off his young teen age as the last remains of childhood tried to cling along for the ride into adulthood. He was very much a handsome boy.
But at that moment, his face was set with a frown, brow furrowing while his hands were set upon his hips. He stared down at Hikaru, trying to match the intensity of the glare being shot up at him. He was obviously very displeased with their rather flamboyant parade of "brotherly love". "You two know better than to be acting this way during school hours!" He retorted in reply to Hikaru's snapped demanded for an explanation.
Hikaru huffed angrily, his chair scratching across the marble tile of the cafeteria as he made ready to spring at the blonde who seemed to think he could boss him and his brother around. However, Hikaru didn't get any further than just pushing his chair back as another boy about the same age as the blonde but sporting dark hair and glasses, appeared at his side.
Adjusting the position in which his glasses were perched upon the bridge of his nose, the dark haired boy cocked his head to the left in a sideways manner, his lips pulling with what looked like a cocky and yet flirtatious grin. "Hikaru-kun, I'd advise it best that you keep your voice down."
Immediately the eldest of the twins stiffened in response to the other boy's presence, nearly choking on the angry words he was ready spew upon the blonde. Damn that Kyoya. Hikaru huffed while crossing his arms stiffly across his chest and turned away with nose turned up in the air.
Kaoru watched with mild interest, propping his elbow up on the table and cupping the tip of his chin within the palm of his hand. "Give us a break dono, we're bored since he didn't come to lunch again." He muttered dully while taking note his brother's still pouting mannerism.
Although he was still displeased with the actions of the twins, the blonde did find a bit curious interest in what Kaoru stated as an explanation. Lifting a brow, the blonde tilted his head to the side a bit as he glanced over at Kaoru. "He? Who's this he?"
"Wouldn't you like to know." Hikaru muttered under his breath as he continued to pout.
The blonde's whole demeanor seemed to suddenly change and his expression took on a rather child-like curiosity as his hands from his hips. "Yeah, I would." He replied, taking Hikaru's sarcasm for something else entirely. His apparent lack of discernment didn't seem to be anything new to the dark haired boy standing beside him. The twins however, thought otherwise as they stared at the blonde with a mixed look of disturbed amusement.
"Tamaki, I don't think Hikaru-kun meant it that way." Kyoya, the dark haired and speckled boy, pointed out. Although he retained a bit of his original grin, on the inside he rolled his eyes and smacked the middle of his own forehead at how incredibly naïve the other guy was.
The blonde, or Tamaki as he was called, glanced over at Kyoya with lifted brows and an even more curious look on his face. "Then why say it?"
The twins nearly toppled out of their chairs, while Kyoya's expression merely twitched with disbelief as he tried to maintain a steady look even in the midst of what American's stated as a "blonde moment". It didn't take long before Hikaru recovered and was only several inches from being in Tamaki's face, and thus a rather aggressive argument ensued that was immediately broken up by Kyoya and Kaoru who intervened on their respective party's side. A decent half of the student body in the cafeteria had their attention solely on the conflicting First Year and Second Year, a bead of sweat slipping down each of their temples in response.
It was only by the end of the lunch period that the argument was ended, and the two combatants finally separated from one another. Both Kaoru and Kyoya had to set themselves at the middle as they exited the cafeteria in response to bell as it called all back to their classrooms. Kaoru stood with his brother to his left while Kyoya made sure to keep Tamaki to his right. Both boys shot glares at one another even amidst their separation, Tamaki in response to being called an 'idiot' and Hikaru in response to being called an 'erotic imp' during their shouting match/argument.
"Honestly Tamaki, I would think you above anyone else, you would know better than to start arguing with Hikaru-kun like that." Kyoya mused as they walked down the hall.
"Well, he started it!" Tamaki sputtered while pointing over at the ginger-haired boy who seemed quite capable of irking his every last nerve. "Besides, it's hard to tell when either of them are joking around or not, they don't change the tone of their voice...ever!"
Kaoru frowned as he looked over at Tamaki. "That doesn't say much for you still." He pointed out while making both a snide remark and defending himself and Hikaru.
"Enough, please. Let's keep the arguments for after school hours gentlemen." Kyoya interrupted just as Tamaki opened his mouth shoot something half-thought out back at Kaoru. "We have other important matters to discuss at the moment since we weren't able to during our lunch." He gave Tamaki a raised look as the blonde still seemed to insist upon fuming over his inability to get the last word in on the Hitachiin twins.
With arms crossed stubbornly over his chest and cheeks puffed out in a child-like manner, Tamaki appeared to be in no ready manner at the moment to discuss anything. Seeing this, Kyoya merely shook his head and quietly rolled his eyes. Hikaru seemed to have set himself in a similar fashion as well, and it only caused his twin brother to exhale a sigh quietly from his mouth while pinching the middle between his brows. It was in times such as these that Kaoru wondered how Hikaru and Tamaki weren't the ones to be born as twins.
"Fine." Kyoya mumbled while rubbing the back of his neck to ease out a small stress cramp that had crept up on him. "Hikaru-kun, Kaoru-kun; we'll be meeting in the Third Music Room today once class ends." Kyoya shot a rather flat look over at the two boys as he was blaming part of the cramp he was experiencing on them as well as Tamaki.
"The Third Music Room?" Hikaru managed to pull himself out stubborn-mode for a moment as the mention of the music room in the South Building behind the High School department was rather odd. "I thought there wasn't anything available. Or was that hag of a secretary just being bitchy the last time?"
That somehow struck a rather deep nerve in Tamaki, as the blonde was up and out of his little mood and now glared at Hikaru. "Hikaru-kun, how dare you talk so filthy in reference to a lady!" He snapped and came to an immediate halt in his walk, causing the other three boys to stop as well.
"You can't tell me what I can and can't say!" Hikaru shot back, his face contorting to sneer in spite of the older student. Stepping out from the barrier that Kaoru had tried to provide with his own body, Hikaru stomped the short few steps over to where Tamaki stood, paying no regard to the fact that Kyoya was glaring at him the whole time.
"Oi! Hikaru! Kaoru!"
Saved by the bell...literally.
All eyes turned to the shouts coming up the hall that called for specifically for the attention of the Hitachiin brothers. Jogging towards their direction were two boys from the same 1-A Class, and both looked as though they had been involved in a rather strenuous activity of some sort. Their disheveled hair, dress shirts missing their ties, sweaty brows, lack of full breaths, and no uniform jacket; yeah, they had been doing something, and it had the four boys before them raising brows.
"Yo, Toshiro, Hige." Kaoru greeted the two boys that sat near the front of the 1-A Class. "Why are you all sweaty and out of breath?"
Toshiro, a dark haired boy with brown eyes, was the first one to speak up while grinning broadly. "We were outside on the basketball courts with Eniwa-san."
"Yeah! Eniwa-san is an amazing player!" Hige, the lighter haired of the due sporting olive toned eyes, added in quickly. His enthusiasm was not overlooked, especially by the two older boys who exchanged curious looks with one another.
Hikaru snorted. "You can't mean that hedge-hog head. He sticks to the classroom during school hours."
"We're serious!" Toshiro and Hige countered in unison, the serious tone in their voices all the more pressing to be recognized.
"Who's this Eniwa-san?" Tamaki lifted a brow as he looked to Kyoya. The dark haired boy seemed to continuously know who was new to Ouran, what their background was, and so on and so forth; and thus it provided Tamaki with reasonable fact to ask Kyoya in the first place.
Kyoya shrugged in a rather nonchalant manner. "Eniwa Ichigo is the student attending the same 1-A first-year class with Hikaru-kun and Kaoru-kun. He came into Ouran through a scholarship for his cousin Fujioka Haruhi. Unfortunately, Fujioka-san was unable to attend this first year to solidify his spot here due to an unforeseen family emergency." Kyoya mused while adjusting the way his glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. "Luckily enough for Fujioka-san, there's a loophole, a rather odd loophole if I say so myself, that allowed Eniwa-san to come in and hold his place until next year."
For a moment, Tamaki stared at Kyoya with a rather studious expression on his face as if he were taking his time to fully absorb what had laid out before him. However, it took only two seconds before Tamaki's face pulled into confused grimace that had all the other boys rolling their eyes. "I don't get it." Tamaki whimpered mutely.
"How girls even begin to throw themselves at you, I'll never understand!" Hikaru snapped out from around his brother, his brow twitching as he gave the blonde an unamused look. Kaoru nodded in agreement with this.
"Yeah, it's natural wonder of the world." Hige muttered in a hurried sarcastic manner before looking to the Hitachiin brothers again, his excited look having returned. "So, you guys wanna come check this guy out, or what?"
"Geez! Did you see that?"
"Are you suggesting I'm blind or something? Of course I saw it!"
"I had no idea the new kid had moves like that."
"No kidding. You think the basketball team will scout him now?"
"Depends. I don't see Haru-senpai any where though."
A few of the greater number of boys gathered inside of the impressive arena of basketball court, conversed with one another while watching the one-on-one game going on at the moment. Moving about on one of the six full-sized courts (but only using half that court), Eniwa Ichigo easily slid pass the Third Year that had been the one to initiate the game in the first place. Taking only two steps and then lifting the bright orange ball up with both hands, Ichigo aimed and then pushed the ball forward.
The singing swish of nylon cord rubbing against the tough rubber of the ball had a lot of the boys clapping, whistling, or even giving out encouraging shouts to the "new kid". Although Ichigo took the precaution of utilizing a sports bandage to her chest to stay down and somewhat flat, she happened to even be wearing an undershirt today beneath the white dress shirt that made up the rather polished uniform of Ouran Academy, and thus without the jacket to conceal further evidence, Ichigo was safe to run about.
The tie had long since been discarded as well while the top two buttons of the dress shirt were undone and the hem of the shirt untucked with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, giving Ichigo a further range of movement.
"Not bad." The Third Year remarked while collecting the ball that had been successfully driven through the hoop. "I'm really impressed with you kid."
The Third Year, a brunette with matching eyes named Amano Shinnosuke ('Shin' for short to his friends), gave Ichigo a well-done, good job sort of look as he trotted back towards the middle of the full court. Ichigo smirked a bit while turning to follow Shinnosuke's movements, and taking the compliment as it had been presented.
"You have a natural talent for the game. You should think about trying out for the team." Shinnosuke suggested as he took up his starting position. "I'm sure Haru-san would agree to it." He bounced the ball a few times, brow lifting as he gave Ichigo a questioning look.
Pushing up her sleeved, Ichigo shrugged before taking up her own defensive position. "I'd have to think about it." Like hell I would try out for the basketball team! Physical would screw me over royally!
Nodding, Shinnosuke started forward quickly, dribbling the ball with literal easy as he faked to the right and turned off to his left instead to break out around Ichigo and make a run for the basket. Following after him quickly, Ichigo did her best to catch up, but her shorter legs and two second delay in catching on to Shinnosuke's plan of attack cost her the chance to take back the ball.
Again the churning swish of ball dropping through the open hole of the net broke out and had the same reaction of the gathered spectators as when Ichigo had made her basket. Shrugging it off all in good fun, Ichigo went to retrieve the ball now, disappearing from the view of the main gate that allowed access in and out of the enclosed courts.
At that same time, Toshiro and Hige returned with four other boys following along. The Hitachiin brothers were curious to see whether or not their favorite tease was really that good at basketball or not, while Tamaki was genuinely curious to see who this Eniwa Ichigo was, and what he looked like in person. Kyoya on the other hand, seemed a bit disenchanted with it but tagged along anyways since class bored him a bit at the start of the new year. Entering the courts, the group of four rather well-known boys gained a bit of attention for themselves that they seemed rather use to.
"Okay, so where is he? I only see that Shinnosuke-senpai looming over the court." Hikaru stated, his hand hovering just on the line over his eyes to shield his vision from the light of the sun.
"Good question." Toshiro mused, craning his neck in order to get a better scope of the court. "Looks like they're still playing, but Eniwa-san is missing."
Hige nodded as he too was unable to the hard to miss orange head of Ichigo, but instead of standing tip-toe or straining his neck, the brunette decided to trot off down the side of the court and popping out the question of where Ichigo was as he went. A few of the boys standing around pointed off down the far end of the half court.
Tamaki glanced about the basketball court and took note of just how much of a crowd there was even during a period in school hours where in which students should be seated in classrooms learning something from their teachers. There was a rather impressed and amazed look on Tamaki's overall appearance. Normally new kids attracted attention of course, everyone wanting to know who they are and what wealthy family they come from; but this, and all over a commoner, was highly unusual. Then again, it wasn't every day that a commoner walked on to Ouran's campus as a student.
Interesting. I think may have to speak with this Eniwa-san. Tamaki mused quietly to himself, a smile pulling the left corner of his mouth.
"Oh, there's hedgehog-head!" Hikaru pointed towards the far end of the court as soon as he caught sight off orange hair.
Kaoru squinted a bit while peering off down the sideline in the direction his brother was pointing and then cracked a grin. "Yep, there he is."
It didn't take long and the talked about First Year appeared at the center of the court with basketball in hand. Tamaki blinked a few times in order to make sure he was seeing correctly. Kyoya on the other hand held a rather intrigued look on his face while a hand cupped the tip of his chin with a loose hold. Apparently, this new kid's appearance wasn't quite what either boy had pictured and both Second Years were rather taken back by the overall look they gathered from a distance.
"Hmm, you don't see that hair color to often." Kyoya commented aloud while glancing over at the twins briefly, his grey eyes noting that their hair color was just a few shades forward in the red tone.
"Are you seriously comparing him to us?" Kaoru asked as he caught Kyoya's remark and frowned as he met the older boy's studious gaze.
Kyoya shrugged as he turned his attention back to the court as Shinnosuke and Ichigo began another round. It was Ichigo who moved with the ball after checking against Shinnosuke, her quick steps transferring him out to the left and then twisted her body about to avoid having the ball snatched from her hold. Shinnosuke smirked momentarily at this as he followed, keeping the distance between him and Ichigo at a minimum in order to cut off any attempt to make a dash for the basket. They moved down the court keeping a steady switching rhythm that was rather flawless in the eyes of the boys watching, and even had a few of the basketball team members murmuring excitedly amongst one another.
In one move, Ichigo took a step back and swung out behind Shinnosuke. With ball in both hands Ichigo jumped a good half foot from the ground and lofted the ball in a high arc directly for the basket. Everyone held their breath, even Shinnosuke as he watched the ball sail high overhead, too high for him to even attempt a block. The ball sank through the open mouth of the net and struck the ground quickly in a resounding bounce before the whole court broke into a cheer.
Toshiro shouted praise and whistled as one of his classmates bested a Third Year on the basketball team. Both Hikaru and Kaoru stared with rather shocked looks, wide-eyed and rather speechless before they looked to one another and shrugged to answer the unspoken question passed between them. While Kyoya simply lifted his brows, impressed by the new kid's skill, Tamaki stared with a growing stare that suggested his own surprise, and even awe, at this Eniwa Ichigo.
I have to speak with him! Before Kyoya could stop him, Tamaki made his way out on to the court at the same time Shinnosuke and Ichigo shook hands to call their game done, but to be continued some other time in the future. As he approached, Tamaki took a careful and almost detailed once over of the First Year he was rather eager to meet.
Ichigo seemed to stand at a rather appropriate height for his age, maybe somewhere around 5'5"...? Without the uniform jacket, his lean body build was exposed thanks in part to an untucked shirt and rolled up sleeves, and it blended well with the shape of his face. The semi-sharp angle of the face suggested that Ichigo was at that point where childhood is slowly left behind in favor for the much more mature appearance of a growing young man. Even the shape of his amber eyes was rather unique, a bit pointed at the outside corner where the lashes were a bit thicker. There was beneath that outside corner on the right eye, a small beauty mark that gave Ichigo a bit of a unique look that begged to be stared at and studied.
Even that punching shade of orange tousled spiky hair seemed to fit him perfectly. Tamaki started to grin to himself. He's absolutely perfect! The last fifteen steps towards the First Year, and already Amano Shinnosuke was walking off to grab his stuff and head for class, leaving Ichigo to turn and do the same. Although in Ichigo's case, returning to class wasn't going to be so easy as she came face to face with probably the prettiest blonde who wasn't even a girl.
Stopping dead in her tracks, ball held before her with both hands, her face was completely blank save for the hint of scant surprise that had appeared in tandem with blonde boy's appearance. Words escaped Ichigo at the moment, not from what some would have thought the reason for, but more out of the fact that he had just appeared out of nowhere like a cat.
"So you're the famous Eniwa Ichigo I've been hearing about today." He mused, right brow quirking a bit to show a sense of interest in the First Year and stood a good foot taller than. "I have to say, I'm rather impressed with the crowd you drew in." He gestured with a nod of his head towards the departing students who were about to hustle to class once outside the court fence.
"I don't think I'm famous." Ichigo replied, a lack of any expression on her face at the moment. "But thanks, I guess."
He grinned, and for some reason that grin caused a rather hallow feeling to swallow the inside of her stomach. "My name is Suoh Tamaki from 2-A." He introduced himself in a rather polite and friendly manner, extending a hand out to the boy before him.
Ichigo was hesitant at first as she worried if the grip in which she took his hand would appear too soft or gentle for a boy. Swallowing hard mentally, Ichigo switched the ball off to her left arm and tucked it against her side as she took the offered hand. Surprisingly, it was Tamaki's hand that was rather soft but yet firm at the same time, suggesting he was probably well-trained in Ichigo's opinion. "Nice to meet you Suoh-senpai."
"Ah, ah, please, use my first name. Hearing someone use my last name sits a bit weird with me." Tamaki tutted in a teasing manner that was nothing as malicious or harsh as the twins manner of teasing. In fact, it was rather good-natured and all around friendly.
"Uh, okay. Tamaki-senpai." Ichigo was starting to sweat now, and luckily enough she was still sweaty from the one-on-one game that it was hidden. Not wanting to be impolite to the older student, Ichigo carefully pulled her hand back out of his grip and forced a sheepish grin. "Sorry, my hand's a bit sweaty from the game."
A rather loud scoff sounded from behind Tamaki which brought Ichigo's current posture up into a quickly stiff hold. That scoff was rather unique and it would be incredibly hard not to place with a face and name. Speak of the devil. Or should I say devil-S. Ichigo frowned a bit as the identical faces of the Hitachiin brothers popped up on either side of Tamaki.
"Oi, Dono, best be careful. I've heard that once the sweat of a commoner gets on you, it never comes off." Hikaru snickered at his own snide remark.
"Very true indeed, Dono." Kaoru pipped in and nodded as he agreed with Hikaru's little fun-fact.
Ichigo's brow furrowed rather quickly in response to being teased so suddenly. How long have they been here? "What's the matter? Got bored in class?" Ichigo shot at them with a rather unamused look on her face. She was starting to loath the nickname of commoner that they had so graciously titled her with as of late.
Hikaru and Kaoru gave rather shocked and surprised looks as if they had never heard Ichigo defend himself before. They exchanged speechless stares with one another and then huffed while placing a hand over their hearts. "Oh, Ichigo-san, how can you be so cruel to us?" They asked in unison, faining hurt in order to further mock and provoke their classmate.
A rather unsettling shadow crawled its way across Ichigo's face as she tipped it down and aimed a scathing glare at the concrete. Rich-bastards!
"Now, now; Hikaru-kun, Kaoru-kun. There's no need to rile up Eniwa-san like that." Kyoya finally made his own appearance, coming up behind Hikaru specifically and setting a hand atop his head. He tussled the boy's hair a bit roughly to get a rather direct point across for him to shut-up. "Good afternoon, Eniwa-san. I'm Ohtori Kyoya from 2-A as well. You put on quite the display of skill. I don't think it'll be long before Haru-senpai comes looking for you specifically." He gave Ichigo a rather polite smile, but something about it sent a chill up Ichigo's spine, causing her to look up with a pulled brow.
"Kyoya!" Tamaki gave his dark haired friend a rather startled look while conveying a sense of panic at the same time, his wide amethyst gaze showing that emotion quite well.
While it seemed for the moment that attention had left her, Ichigo looked between the four boys who were suddenly caught up in their own arguments or conversations, At least that's what it looks like from here. Ichigo mused before shrugging and walking off to the other side of the court where she had left her jacket and tie.
"I wanted to invite this guy to meet with us after school! If you give him ideas about joining the basketball team then it'll be even harder to recruit him!" Tamaki whined while stomping his foot and stiffening his arms straight down at his sides with hands balled in fists. Even with his handsome looks, he looked very much like a mad little boy who was not getting his way as he expected to.
"What?!" Hikaru sputtered, arms flailing madly in complete and utter protest to the very mention of the idea. "You can't be serious! Hedgehog-head?!"
Hedgehog-head...? Ichigo looked back over her shoulder as she straightened the tie she had slipped back around her neck. Did he really just call me 'hedgehog-head'? Her hand absentmindedly reached for her hair near the right temple. My hair's not that spiky! The look on her face went from a bit self-conscious on her looks to a narrow-eyed glare that threatened to incinerate the metal fence before her.
Huffing, Tamaki waved off the near hysterical twins were animate in their protest to his want of recruiting Ichigo, and nearly ran to catch up with the departing First Year. "Wait, Ichigo-kun! I wanted to talk to you about joining our club!" He called out.
Pausing at the gate, Ichigo turned only halfway to face the running Tamaki, a somewhat of an unamused look was on her face. "You me to join what now?"
"A club we're starting." Tamaki replied as he nearly slid to a stop. Face flushed from both his short sprint and from the fact that somehow, that look of Ichigo's... It's kind of - "I wanted to ask you if you'd be interested in joining a school club. Particularly a club that myself, Kyoya, and those demon in human form will be forming with two other students from 3-A."
For a moment, it seemed as though Ichigo was actually contemplating the idea, but then again looks can be deceiving. "No thanks, Your Highness."