Author's Note: This story was a collaboration type-a thing. The girl I wrote it with is on DeviantArt and you can find her under the name NeonObssessed! She's pretty great! I thank her very much for her help! I had all the odd chapters and she had the even so that's that.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran or any of it's characters!
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Kazumi laid in the plush green grass her eyes closed and her exposed skin soaking in the sun. After the whole attempt at being a hostess she just needed to get away from those weirdos. She hadn't had any alone time in a while. She let her eyes fall shut as her music blasted in to her ears. Why was she so bad at communicating with other human beings? Why couldn't she just be charming and polite? Pretty and poised? Why couldn't she just be like Misaki? She groaned. She needed to talk to someone not awfully annoying. Not overly nice. She also needed help with her bad hosting problem. She sat up knowing just who to chat with.
Kazumi walked through the halls of Ouran until she reached music room number three. She flung the doors open revealing the host clubs usual meeting place. The only person still inside sat at his desk typing away at his laptop. "Miss Akyaka, Is there anything I can help you with?" Kazumi traversed towards Kyoya.
"Well since you asked….I need to talk to someone who is...normal."
"Normal?" He asked not letting his eyes stray from his writing. Kazumi sighed.
"Yeah. But unfortunately no one here is even close to normal. So I had to settle for you." Kyoya raised an eyebrow his eyes glancing in her direction.
"Alright. What is it you want?" Kazumi sat down on a coach not too far away from him.
"I want your help at being a hostess. I obviously suck, but I need some advice. I need to be…tutored I guess you could say. I would have asked Tamaki but he annoys the crap out of me."
Kyoya swiveled towards her. "I am statistically the least experienced host here. Why not go to the twins? Or Honey-Sempai?"
"I cannot tolerate the twins, something about them, everything about them, just annoys me. Honey is too adorable he makes me lose my focus, and then Mori is not very chatty." She shrugged. "And the last host here is you. Or Haruhi, I suppose. I just don't want to ask her for help. I feel like it would bug her. If this is a bother to you, or you have something else to attend to I will leave."Kyoya glanced at his desk before reaching over and shutting his laptop.
"I suppose I could spare some of my time. After all making you more likeable and helping you become a well requested hostess would only be beneficial in the end. It could be a good investment on the Host Club's part." Kazumi rolled her eyes.
"Yeah I don't care why you're doing it. Let's just get this over with." Kyoya shifted his glasses.
"Very well. Go sit on the coach over there I will join you in a minute." Kazumi shrugged carelessly before plopping down on the sofa. Honestly she could care less about being a hostess. She actually really didn't have that much of a desire to do it. But Misaki practically begged her to. Plus if she was going to do it she wanted to be good at it. She had this problem where she had to be the best at everything she did, she had to excel and make everything a competition. So if she was going to do the whole hosting thing she was going to be the best freaking hostess in the whole freaking world. And that was that. Kyoya sat down on a coach across from Kazumi. "Ready?"
"Ready as I will ever be."
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"You are stumbling on your words left and right, you are insulting me every time you open your mouth, and you are shifting too much." Kazumi growled falling back into her seat.
"Who said this would be fun? This is the opposite of fun. This sucks." Kyoya shifted his glasses studying her.
"You are trying too hard. It's like you have to force every word you speak." Kyoya stood up and walked over to her. "Sit up." Kazumi sat up as straight as possible. "Miss Ayaka, please don't hurt yourself. Sit straight, but not stiff. Relaxed, but not bad posture." He directed placing his hands on her shoulders. Kazumi shifted a bit, trying to do as he directed. Kyoya nodded. "Better. Now try to be a kinder version of yourself, a charming version. Every time you are tempted to insult me, compliment me instead." He walked back over to his coach and sat down. "Let's attempt this again. Hello Kazumi." Kazumi sighed inwardly and attempted to give a sincere smile.
"Hey. How has your day?"
"Fascinating." He replied.
"You have nice hair." Kyoya raised an eyebrow.
"Excuse me?"
"I was just taking your advice. Instead of insulting you I complimented you." Kazumi shrugged leaning back onto the plush cushion and crossing her arms. Kyoya tilted his head finding this slightly amusing.
"Alright. Now attempt complimenting me and being subtle about it. Try again." Kazumi groaned inwardly. How am I supposed to start a conversation with him if he gives me nothing to go on, that stupid, vague…
"I'm sorry did you just say something? It's hard for me to concentrate when you have such beautiful eyes. A girl could just get lost in your gaze." She sighed dramatically leaning forwards and brushing a stray hair behind his ear. She leaned back crossing her arms once more. Everything she had just said had a sarcastic tone to it, yet this was exactly what Kyoya was looking for.
"Well done Miss Ayaka. If you do that and sound more…devout, I'm sure you can get at least a couple requests." Kazumi pursed her lips. A couple requests wouldn't be good enough.
"Well what else can I do to get more requests?" Kyoya repositioned his glasses.
"Well you could develop a signature personality. Every host has one. Honey, The boy-Lolita. The twins, with-"
"Twincest? Yeah I noticed. Let me guess, Tamaki is the prince guy, Mori is the strong silent type, Haruhi is the natural, and you're the 'too cool' for anybody else type. Misaki would be the polite girly type, and I would be the type that everyone avoided. Maybe I'm just not cut out for this."
"Maybe you could be the charming type. Though it would be difficult for you, male's tend to appreciate girls admiring them and making them feel commendable. Someone to laugh at their distasteful sense of your humor." Kyoya looked at her waiting for her response.
"You're right. That would be hard. Let's just keep practicing the fake compliments." Kyoya nodded,
"Hello Kazumi."
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By the end of Kazumi and Kyoya's little session Kazumi was mentally exhausted. Finding the good in people truly was difficult and tiring. "I don't think I could give out one more compliment." She whined getting of the plush couch. Kyoya let out a small chuckle walking over to his laptop and swiping it off the desk.
"May I walk you back to your room, Miss Ayaka?" Kazumi raised an eyebrow.
"Not if you keep calling me by my last name. If we are going to be acquaintances, or even friends, you are forbidden from calling me anything except for Kazumi. I understand it is some kind of formality or whatever but I kind of despise my last name with every fiber of my being." She shrugged continuing out into the hall. She turned towards Kyoya who was standing in the music room a small smirk crawling over his face, "Well…?" Kazumi asked raising an eyebrow. "You gonna take me back to my room or not?"
Kyoya advanced forwards exiting the Ouran Host Club meeting room before shutting the door behind him. He gestured towards the direction of the dorms. Kazumi smiled and waltzed forwards down the stairs and into the long Ouran corridors. She continued forwards in silence casting the occasional glance in Kyoya's direction. They remained in this manor all the way to her room. When they reached her room she cleared her throat and stood awkwardly at her door. "Well thanks for helping me out and stuff. I really needed it." Kyoya nodded his head.
"Indeed you did." Kazumi rolled her eyes leaning back against the wall.
"Yeah, yeah. Hey I would appreciate it if we kept this little meeting on the down low. You know the back burner." She raised an eyebrow not really wanting everybody to know about her private little tutoring meeting. She kind of considered this a weakness and she hated when people knew about her faults. No matter how small they are. Kyoya shifted his glasses.
"I suppose I could keep this 'on the back burner'." He stated suppressing a smile. Kazumi stood up straight opening up her door,
"Thanks again, Kyoya."
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Kazumi sat in the schools cafe staring at her plate of food half asleep. She didn't even have the energy to pick up her fork. How were people just able wake up at the butt-crack of dawn, be so super preppy and perky, and look so freaking perfect. Misaki sat next to her picking at her food, looking pretty and energized.
"So how was your day yesterday? I barely saw you after the little practice host club meeting." Misaki turned towards Kazumi questioning her. Kazumi lifted up her head just barely,
"Huh?" She asked clueless to what was going on. "Wha...Di...You...Say?" She attempted to form a sentence but was barely able to spit out a couple half finished words. Misaki laughed wiping at the corners of her mouth with a napkin.
"Never mind, Kazumi. You should just try to wake up and get a start on the day. You don't want to stumble around the school looking half dead. Today is our first day of actual classes, and then we have our first host club meeting." Kazumi nodded her head, pushing her tray back and letting her head fall down onto her arms. She was kind of the opposite of a morning person if you didn't already catch that.
A bell rang in the distance as Kazumi groaned loudly and slowly lifted her head off the table.
"Ew. Does that mean it is time to go to class?" She grimaced rubbing at her eyes and picking up her tray. Misaki nodded her head grabbing her tray as well.
"What class do you have first?" Kazumi shrugged her shoulders dragging herself onto her feet.
"The one with numbers and letters, and stuff." Misaki raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm. Well I have history. If I don't see you in any of my classes I will save you a spot at lunch. Kazumi waved a hand and walked towards the cafe exit. She was not in the mood for going and sitting through class after class pretending to listen. It wasn't that she was stupid or didn't care, it was actually quite the opposite. She was bored in her classes because she pretty much knew everything they had to teach. Kazumi was pretty gosh-dang smart but she didn't exactly let it show. There were just some things not really anybody, excluding Misaki, knew about and they didn't need to.
She walked through a door that was supposed to be her Trigonometry class. She clumped in and plopped down into a seat near the back of the swung her bag over the back of her chair and let her eyes wander around; she jumped just a bit when she saw Honey staring up at her.
"Zumi-Chan! I didn't know you were a third year."
"I'm not; this is just the class I am taking for math." She said, giving a little shrug. Honey tilted his eyes his big brown eyes looking at her,
"Oh. Well you get to be in my class for one whole semester! Isn't that exciting Zumi-Chan? We can sit next to each other every day!" He beamed up at her literally bouncing up and down in his seat. Kazumi laughed messing up his hair. She couldn't resist. She usually didn't care to much for over the top adorable things, or people for that matter, but something about Honey made her want to just hug him and pinch his little cheeks. As creepy as that sounded. Honey smiled sitting back in his seat.
"What class do you have next Zumi-Chan?" Kazumi shrugged her shoulders,
"The one with a bunch of running and stuff." Honey tilted his head.
"P.E.?" Kazumi nodded her head.
"That's the one. What about you Honey?"
"My Kendo class. Oh! I have an idea! Why don't you come to my class for a bit, Zumi-Chan?" Kazumi tilted her head contemplating his offer.
"We'll I do hate P.E." She concluding turning towards him. "I guess learning different ways to kick people's butts would be more fun than running laps." Honey grinned up at her looking awfully cute.
"So you will come with me and Usa-Chan?" Honey asked his eyes begging. Kazumi shrugged her shoulders.
"Why not? I just need some way to convince the teacher to let me skip out on P.E. " Honey gave her a knowing smile.
"Leave that to me." Kazumi raised an eyebrow, turning her attention to the front of the class. She groaned inwardly already becoming bored.. She turned towards the window and watched intently outside.
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After class Kazumi gathered her stuff and walked over to Honey. "Ready?" She inquired swinging her bag over one shoulder.
Honey nodded his head eagerly hopping out of his seat and grabbing Kazumi's hands,
"We're gonna have so much fun!" He cheered running towards the exit of the class room, Kazumi in tow. Kazumi attempted to keep up with the little dude, jogging awkwardly behind him. When they came to the gym Honey stopped. "Okay Zumi-Chan, Stay here and wait for me. I will be right back."
Kazumi nodded her head slightly out of breath from there miniature marathon run throughout the school. She really was out of shape. She watched Honey talk to the teacher with the occasional gestures towards Kazumi. She tilted her head not sure how Honey could possibly get her out of this class. The gym teacher nodded his head waving a hand at her. Kazumi tilted her head and waved a hand back. What the heck were they talking about?
Honey skipped back over to Kazumi smiling and humming merrily. "Alright Zumi-Chan. Let's go." He reached over and snagged Kazumi's hand once more before frolicking down the hall. Honey and Kazumi slowed to a stop a couple minutes later after they had arrived at a large dojo.
"Okay Zumi-Chan. This is where we will have our just have to find you a robe. Follow me and we can get you fitted and stuff." Kazumi nodded her head trailing after him.
"So Honey, I really don't know anything about you, besides that you are obsessed with cake, you and Mori are cousins, and you have known Misaki most of your life." Honey turned towards her smiling.
"Mmm. I like bunnies, and Usa-Chan. I like candy and naps." Kazumi laughed.
"Yeah, that fits your boy-Lolita personality, but I feel like there is more to you than that." Honey continued to walk with her smiling a bit. They walked into the Dojo and Kazumi let her eyes wander around the room, every single person in the room bowed their heads as they passed.
"Uh... Why are they all...Bowing?" Honey shrugged his shoulders continuing towards a wooden bureau.
"I teach them, so it is the respectful thing to do." He turned back towards her and handed her a folded uniform. Kazumi grabbed the clothes and nodded, "Alright, so where can I change?" Honey pointed down a hall and smiled,
"Hurry Zumi-Chan, We are about to start!" Kazumi nodded taking off in the way he had pointed only stopping to wave at Mori, who of course, was somewhere close to Honey. She found a room that seemed vacant and changed uniforms, she threw her clothes into the corner and rushed back towards the main room.
"Now for a demonstration..." Honey trailed off and pointed towards Kazumi. "Perfect timing, Zumi-Chan, come over here and I will use you as an example." Kazumi smiled walking over to him. That was the most grown-up sounding sentence she had heard the little dude say. She stood next to him,
"So what are you gonna-" Kazumi let lose a little squeal as she slammed against the ground. "What the-"
"That's just how to do it, now everybody grab a partner and attempt it yourselves." Honey instructed oblivious to the surprised Kazumi.
"Ow!" Kazumi yelled trying to get his attention. Honey turned towards her smiling,
"You okay Zumi-Chan?" Kazumi sighed picking herself up,
"Next time, give me a heads up your going to slam me onto the ground." Honey nodded his head.
"Alright." He waltzed away to go correct people on their form and stuff. Kazumi stood there more than a little shocked. She didn't know such an adorable little boy could be so…deadly. It was actually kind of….hot. She blushed slightly thinking about it. Man she felt like a cougar, even though he technically was older.
The rest of the class kind of just flew by, it really just consisted of Honey doing ninja type things and Kazumi sitting and gawking. Though once she attempted some sort of spinning kick, it went pretty well until she kicked another student in the nose, yeah… he was a bleeder. After the janitor came and mopped up the blood and the student went to the nurse, the class came to an end. Sadly. Kazumi had actually enjoyed watching Honey-Senpai teach the class.
Kazumi walked over to a table and sat down, laying her plate of food in front of her. Everything on her plate could have come from some super fancy five-star restaurant. She picked up her fork and shoved some food into her mouth letting her eyes wander around the room. Misaki was somewhere in the lunch line still so Kazumi had just went ahead and saved them a table.
"Hey, is this seat taken?" Some girl asked setting her plate of food down on the table. Kazumi gave her a disgusted look.
"Yeah. So move. Now." The girl widened her eyes and gasped. Kazumi mimicked the girl, "Oh no! I'm so sorry did I offend you? Well how about you kiss my-"
"Kazumi!" Misaki yelled setting her food down and glaring at her friend. Kazumi rolled her eyes as the girl scurried off to find a different table. She really didn't have compassion for the rich snobby girls. Sure, that was a little rude, maybe even a little uncalled for. But the girl had probably just been used to getting whatever the heck she wanted. Reality check, the whole world didn't revolve around her. Someone needed to tell her no for once.
Misaki sat down in the seat next to her giving her friend a look, "That was rude and totally impolite. We are going to be hostess! You need to learn to be…nice." Kazumi sighed.
"Yeah, okay mom." Misaki turned towards her food, hesitating.
"Even though it may have been a tad bit funny." Kazumi grinned.
"Yeah? Don't worry I got more where that came from." She took a bite of her Yubari. Misaki grimaced, maybe encouraging her wasn't the best idea.
"I don't doubt it. Hey Kazumi, Have you seen Honey?" Kazumi turned towards her friend,
"You mean Mori? They should be here any moment. They had to stay back and take care of something at the Dojo." Misaki tilted her head,
"And you know that how?" She shrugged,
"I went to Honey's Kendo class." Misaki took a dainty bite of her Abalone.
"Why?" Kazumi shrugged again.
"He invited me. It would have been rude to say no." Misaki laughed.
"Since when do you care about being 'rude'"? She inquired amused. Kazumi rolled her eyes.
"Look, there they are now." She gestured towards the two walking over to their table. Mori and Honey sat down at the table, Honey smiling, and Mori gazing at Misaki. Kazumi wiggled her eyebrows at the two, and got a kick from Misaki. "Ouch." Kazumi muttered glaring at Misaki.
"Hello Mitsukuni, Takashi." Misaki smiled. "How has your morning been?" Honey beamed at her,
"Great! Me and Zumi-Chan were together all morning!" Mori nodded and Misaki smiled.
"Well that sounds lovely." Kazumi shoveled some more food into her mouth and looked at Mori and Misaki once more.
"Hey Honey, Want to go sit at that table over there?" Honey nodded his head grabbing his plate.
"Sure Zumi-Chan!"
Misaki sat even straighter than usual, looking a little like a frightened kitten. Why would Kazumi do that? Now she was all alone with Takashi. He looked just as uncomfortable as she felt. Once Honey and Kazumi were out of ear shot she took in a long breath.
"I'm sorry for her. She can be a bit insufferable sometimes. You don't have to stay here with me." she whispered, fiddling with a piece of loose hair. Misaki could not bring herself to look up at him.
"I don't mind ..." Mori mumbled just as bashfully. Silence grew between them and Misaki swallowed.
"Alright ... How has your day been?" he was quiet for a moment, and it took Misaki just that amount of time to realize he wanted her to look at him before he spoke. Slowly her eyes drifted up to meet his before he nodded.
"Very good."
"I am glad to hear it." she blushed.
"And your day?"
"It has been interesting I suppose. Kazumi and I don't have any classes together so far. She is a second year after all." Misaki sighed, "She is advanced, so it should be possible for us to share a class but I haven't seen her yet and her Trig class is already passed." Mori nodded,
"Mitsukuni said they had Trig together." They continued to talk, and though Mori spoke more than usual it was still very little and Misaki did most of the speaking. She glanced over her shoulder in Honey and Kazumi's direction.
"They seem to get along well." Misaki murmured and Mori nodded. "Do you think Mitsukuni likes her ... I mean, as a friend of course ... But I mean more than that. I'm just curious, though girls request him as a Host I don't think it's because he's handsome but because he's adorable. Have you seen girls actually ... Swoon over him?" she was not sure how to get the words out, but Mori seemed to understand.
"I think he does." he replied simply. "He thinks she's funny." Misaki smiled a bit and nodded. They both looked in the direction of the other two, wondering what they were doing at the other table across the Cafe.
Kazumi and Honey sat next to each other their eyes fixed on them. "I wonder what they are talking about." Kazumi thought out loud turning towards Honey. Honey tugged his cute little eyebrows down.
"Hmmm I dunno. You think they are gonna marry?" Kazumi burst out into laughter.
"Possibly, if either of them could buck up and go out on a date. But first one of them has to ask the other out." She explained. Honey nodded fiddling with Usa-Chan.
"Oh." Kazumi nodded and turned back towards her food as Misaki looked over.
"So Honey, I didn't know you were so freaking good at kicking people butts." Honey smiled and blushed lightly.
"Ya think?" Kazumi gave him a look.
"Duh. You could take anybody down before they even knew what hit them. I should hire you to do my dirty work." She gave him a wink. "Don't say anything to Misaki about it though." Honey giggled.
"I promise. Hey Zumi-Chan?" Kazumi tilted her head.
"Yeah Honey?"
"Could you help me with my Homework tonight? Before the Host club gathering?" Kazumi nodded her head.
"Of course. I would love to. Maybe in return you could teach me some of the karate stuff." Honey grinned,
"You mean Kendo?"
"Yeah, that one." Honey smiled brightly.
"Alright Zumi-Chan. We can meet in the host club room, they have the best cake." Kazumi smiled back at him.
"That sounds great. " The bell chimed as Kazumi finished her sentence. "Well I really ought to get going. Classes await me." She sighed scrunching up her face. "See ya later." Honey smiled and waved.
"See ya!"
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Kazumi opened up her dorm room and walked in, she wanted to change into something more comfortable before her and Honey had their study date. She grabbed some sweats and a tee and changed her clothes. Kazumi knew that she would stick out wearing such casual clothing but she didn't really give a crap. She exited into the hallway running into Misaki. "Oh hey Miza-Chan."
"Kazumi, Where you headed?" She inquired glancing down at her attire. She was used to her wearing these sorts of outfits so it really didn't faze her.
"To help Honey out with his Trig homework." She shrugged. Misaki laughed a little.
"What?"
"The little dude needs some help with math, so I am going to." She re-explained slowly. Misaki delicately bit her bottom lip before responding.
"I know what you said, I am just surprised." Kazumi shrugged again.
"Well I have to go. I don't wanna be late. See ya." She walked past her and towards the music room. Misaki stood there still a little confused. Honey perfectly capable of working Trig problems. Why would he want Kazumi's help?
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Kazumi ambled into the music room and let her eyes drift around the area.
"Zumi-Chan! Over here!" Honey called sweetly waving her over. "I have cake!" Kazumi laughed.
"Awesome." She sat down on the coach next to him and began to pull out her books. "Hey, Is Takashi here?" Honey nodded his head grabbing a piece of cake.
"Mhmmmm."
"You should tell him he can have the next hour or so off. I mean, I think if you let him go he would visit Misaki. I think it would be good for the two of them." She shrugged grabbing her journal. Honey tilted his head eating the strawberry off the top.
"That's a good idea. Taka-Kun!" He called waiting for Takashi to come. Mori-Sempai walked over and stood in front of the two. Honey swallowed the bit of cake in his mouth before talking. "You should go see Misaki and the two of you can come back right before the Host meeting together." Mori hesitated before nodded his head and left the room. Kazumi smiled and opened up her textbook.
"Mkay. So today's homework is actually really simple it's just angles and stuff. The first problem is Angle C equals 30 and side c equals 100. Side B equals 44 and so we are asked to find Angle A." Honey furrowed his eyebrows and leaned forwards his head directly under hers. He really had no respect for personal bubbles.
"Mmmm….How did you know that?" Kazumi blushed a little at the boy leaning into her lap.
"Well do you see the picture? It already gave you that information to help you find Angle A." Honey looked up at her with his big brown eyes.
"Okay what next?"
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Misaki was sitting under a tree outside of the school, on a blanket of course. She had changed into a light green summer dress for her break. The yellow thing they had to wear for school was actually very uncomfortable. Not only that but she felt hideous in it. At the moment she was working on the homework she was given from her first classes. She breezed through it, and found herself burying her nose in a book.
"Hi," instantly her book snapped shut and her eyes shot up into Mori's onyx colored orbs.
"Mori!" She said in surprise, shoving her book behind herself and then folding her dainty hands in her lap. "What … What are you doing out here?" she asked with a slight brush, her fingers intertwining. Mori gave a shrug.
"Mitsukuni," she gave a gentle laugh before nodding. Mori gestured to the blanket and she moved her schoolwork out of the way before he sat down, and stretched out his legs. "You are doing school?" he asked, looking up at her face. Misaki shrugged
"More or less,"
"You were reading a book, what book?"
"Reading?" she asked and Mori gave her a look that made her flush. "Just a textbook."
"You really haven't changed much." Mori fell silent for several moments before he looked up at her again. "Well you have … In different ways." This time they both blushed and their eyes turned to their laps. The silence became too much and she spoke up again.
"So my classes are nice. I don't think I'll have too much trouble."
"You won't." Mori agreed simply. He knew she was intelligent and capable of handling the classes.
"I was kind of hoping I would have a class with you or Honey. I don't even have a class with Kazumi." she sighed, "I guess I'll be alright. I'll make new friends and that's all that matters."
"Mm," was Mori's quiet response.
"And I get to spend my evenings with you and the Host Club. And in a mother or two, my Mother and Father are coming to visit me. I'm sure they'll be glad to know I found you and Honey." Misaki knew her Father would be more than glad to know she was spending time with Takashi. The thought made her blush further. Mori had turned into the young man her Father had known he would turn out to be.
"I will be glad to speak with them."
"Really?" Misaki asked in slight surprise, looking up at him. He rose an eyebrow at her, shrugging slightly. "I mean ... I don't mind, but why?"
"They are old family friends. Then I can tell my Father I spoke with them."
"And then they might start talking again." Misaki said with a slight smile, "I think that would be very nice." Mori nodded. Very nice indeed ...
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Honey scribbled the equation onto the piece of paper his face concentrated. Kazumi watched intently checking his progress. He was a pretty quick learner and he had already completed four problems. She leaned back into the coach raising an eyebrow. "Wow Honey, It's almost like you don't even need my help." Honey looked at her his lips curving into a smile.
"So I'm getting better?" Kazumi nodded her head checking his work.
"Yeah your making some pretty good progress. I think this little lesson can be over." Honey's eyes widened and he shook his head.
"But I still don't understand." Kazumi rolled her eyes.
"Okay what do you not understand." Honey jutted his bottom lip thinking.
"Mmmm…."
"Exactly." She closed her books and started to stuff them in her bag. She turned her head towards the door as Kyoya walked in.
"Miss. Ayaka, Mitsukuni. I hope I'm not interrupting." He stated adjusting his eyewear. Kazumi raised an eyebrow.
"Miss. Ayaka? And no you are not. We were just finishing up. Honey asked me to help him with Trig." Kyoya raised an eyebrow back at her.
"Is that so? Well Mitsukuni, Did you learn anything?" Honey nodded his head quickly giving Kyoya an odd look. Kazumi looked at the two suspiciously.
"Am I missing something?" She asked eying them. Kyoya smiled artificially.
"Nothing. Nothing at all. Well we need to prepare for the meeting. I have collected costumes for the new hostesses. Kazumi, Go to the back and ask the maid for assistance on getting ready. She will know how to prepare you." Kazumi grimaced muttering as she grabbed her bag and stumbled in the direction he had gestured to. She was about to be a hostess for the first time and she would be lying if she said she wasn't a little nervous. She had to do good. She had to be the best. She sucked in some air. This was going to be difficult.