A/N: I just wanted to update as soon as possible, but I also don't want to rush my writing too much. Thank you to the people that have commented, and I appreciate all those that have taken time out of their day to read my story. I do not own Ouran or its characters, though I wish I did. Enough of the rambling. On with the chapter.
After Tamaki assigned me to being the errand boy, they asked me to go shopping for groceries. I would have tried to escape, but Kyoya made it very clear that I wasn't going to be able to escape.
I made my way to the supermarket and got everything they asked for. I was really lucky. They had a great deal on coffee today. I came back to Music Room 3 and saw all of these girls in bunches with the guys.
Then Tamaki had the audacity to call me a piglet. I shook off the comment and handed the bag to Tamaki. He grabbed the coffee at the top of the bag and asked, "Hey, wait a minute, what is this?" Are you kidding me?
"Just what it looks like. It's coffee," I answered.
"I've never seen this brand before. Is this the kind that's already ground?" he asked curiously. I could not believe what I was hearing.
"What do you mean? It's instant coffee," I responded hoping that Tamaki would just drop the subject, but that only caused the girls in the room to ask further questions. Tamaki's comments about the coffee caused a crowd to corner me.
After some stereotypical remarks about being a commoner, Tamaki decided that he would drink the coffee. I guess this was seen as an act of bravery because everyone, except for Kyoya, cheered and clapped as if he was some hero. Damn, rich bastards.
I wanted to get over that ordeal as fast as possible, so I poured the cups of coffee and walked away from everything. Tamaki said something to one of the girls that made all of them squeal, but I didn't really care to know what he said.
I looked over at one of the tables and saw the twins entertaining some girls. I don't understand the appeal of those two together. It just doesn't make sense to me. I was deep in thought when the two third-year students came in. I almost forgot about them, but some of the guests certainly didn't as they shrieked when they say Honey barely waking up from a nap.
Since I had nothing else to do, I went over to an empty table out of the from everyone else to try to get some studying done. That was impossible when all you could hear the the shrieking, screaming, and squealing of frivolous-minded girls swooning at the young men entertaining them.
I was struggling at the numbers in my book that started to change to a foreign language when a dark shadow covered the page. I looked up to see Kyoya.
"Kyoya-senpai? Is there something wrong?" I asked nervously not knowing what to do.
"Everything is fine, Haruhi. I am just finished with my clients for the day. I came over here because I wanted to get away from the group," he explained.
"Can I ask you something?" I glanced at him quickly. He just looked at me with curious eyes.
"If it something to do with your identity, then I have known about it since you started attending school here," He responded coolly.
"How did you find out? Does anybody else know?" I asked scared to know the answers.
"As far as I am concerned, there isn't another student that knows you are a girl, and I intend to keep it that way. As for how I found out myself, that is for me to know and for you to not worry about," he responded.
"I assume that you expect something in return for hiding my secret," I questioned cautiously.
"You already owe eight million yen to the club, but if you did something in return for me, I would be able to reduce your quota. I'll think of something for you," he responded while writing in a black notebook.
"Should I be worried about anything? How do I know that I can trust you with something like this?" I wasn't sure that Kyoya was someone that could be trusted.
"There is more for me to gain from your identity being hidden than revealed. I assure that your secret will be safe with me. None of the other members have suspected anything either," he answered without averting his gaze from the notebook.
"I would trust you a lot more if you told me how you found out," I exclaimed anxiously.
"How do you think this club functions? You're not an imbecile otherwise a commoner as yourself wouldn't be able to get into this school. You probably had suspicions as to how someone as flamboyant as Tamaki could be the president of any club," he spoke as if he was reading my mind. I certainly thought about it, but I considered the question rude to just ask. He continued, "this club wouldn't be able to run without a vice-president. Tamaki and I started the club together. Believe me, he may be my best friend, but he would never be able to run this club without me."
That is an assured statement. How can he be so confident?
"How am I so confident about that statement? It's because it's the truth. He came to me with the idea and gave me full management of the club." He is telepathic. There's no other explanation.
"I hold all charge of the funds in the club. We wouldn't be able to have this club if someone didn't pay careful attention to the small details that no one else cares about. That's where I come into play. Tamaki may have the ideas, but I am the one that makes these ideas a reality," he finished. He shifted in his seat slightly and started working on his laptop.
It was only then that I noticed something that I had seen in the other hosts but not him. I didn't think about it until I saw them. The glared glasses kept the storms hidden in them. This is the first time that the sun didn't block the deep orbs. I would not assume that Kyoya, this high figure in society would appear weak, but eyes tell more about a person than anything else. There was only pain, and it didn't seem as though there was an escape for him.
"Is there anything bothering you?" he asked abruptly.
"Why do ask?" I stammered through the question.
"Whether you realize it or not, you have been staring at me for the last five minutes. I didn't bother questioning, but you seem troubled, and I'll ask the question again. Is there anything bothering you?"
"No, no, everything is fine," I lied.
"I don't know why you're so cautious around us, especially me. I don't believe I have given you a reason to be scared," he answered while he continued typing. I tried to gather my belongings to get out, but I was hasty and dropped my math and English notebooks in the process. Kyoya observed the entire scene and stopped me from leaving.
"I don't know why you're trying to leave. I already warned you about my private police force, so even if you do run, you won't be able to run for long," he stated calmly despite the very clear threat to my freedom. He continued, "The Host Club hours aren't over yet, and I can tell that you are having trouble with what I assume is your schoolwork," he exclaimed confidently. He looked through my Calculus notebook examining the problems that I tried to work out by myself. He gave me a questioning gaze.
"What do you have a problem with how I do my homework?" I retorted quickly.
"I don't have any problem with it... except that everything you've written and worked out has an incorrect answer," he explained in an almost insulting tone.
"What are you talking about? I just did what the instructor told us to do," I spoke defensively.
"Well, either your instructor is wrong or you are. I am going to believe the latter. In which case, I can also help you with that," he remarked.
"I don't need your help. I can figure it out on my own," I responded.
"Why wouldn't you want my help? I do have the highest marks in the school. I've been at the top of my class my entire life, and it's not like many people can brag about that," he stated.
"I don't want your help because I would owe you more in the end no matter what I tried to do. It's not worth it to me in end," I voiced hoping that he would drop the subject.
"You are at Ouran because your grades keep you here. If another student outperformed your grades, you would be out of this school before you had the chance to change it," he claimed.
"Are you threatening my position here?" I asked wanting to sound confident, but I reckon that I sounded more scared than anything else.
"If you don't accept my terms, then I don't know who'd be able to save you if your academics started wavering, and I certainly wouldn't be able to completely hide your little secret about being a girl," he threatened.
I guess that no matter the circumstances I was trapped in his clutches. There was nothing I could do but concede. I had to agree to his terms. The only thing I could hope for were that the terms be sensible. Mother, if you can see this from above, this is the club that I was coerced to join. I am now stuck in the clutches of the most manipulative and intelligent member of the club. I just don't know what to do.
YAAAAY! I did a second chapter. I'm working on the third one. Don't worry, I won't make you guys wait too long. I know where I want this story to go. I decided to keep some elements from the show such as a little bit of dialogue, but I also changed some things, one because I can, and two because I wanted things to play out differently for my story.