Nomi opens the door for me and we both step in. As soon as we see how the room looks, we freeze. Are we in the right room? This place looks like a tropical jungle. As Nomi and I just stand there, trying to figure out where the hell we are, the tall glasses guy walks up to us. He sends us yet another fake smile.
"Yes you are in the right place." What the fuck?! Can he read minds or something?! "And no, I can not read minds. My name is Kyoya, and this is the Host Club. We are here to entertain young ladies-" I end up cutting him off.
"Oh no. Nomi, your working or whores," I whisper to him. I look up at him with wide eyes full of fear.
"No," Kyoya quickly says. "We don't do THAT stuff. We just talk." His voice holds a little panic. I just nod slowly, not completely believing him. He just shakes his head and moves on. "Anyways, you are to serve tea to every one since Haruhi is entertaining some of the girls." He turns from Nomi to me. "You can just sit somewhere and do whatever. Just please try and no bother someone."
I nod, a little shocked that he even remembered that I was here. Nomi seems a little shocked, but turns to me and gives me a caring smile. I give a tiny smile back.
"Okay, Enjeru, if you need any thing, come get me. After I serve tea I will be in the kitchen to make a cake. If you want to you can help." He gives me a smile and I nod, and walk over to a window. Nomi nicknamed me Enjeru, meaning Angel. He knows that my real name brings me sadness, so he just calls me Enjeru. I really love my brother. He is always there for me when I need him, even though he doesn't need to be. He could be like every one else and forget about me. But he never does. I am always on his mind. He makes me out like a princess. I can never thank him enough for just that. But, he is my knight. He always has been. When ever I am in trouble, he is there to save me. He takes any punishment of mine when ever he can. He wants me to be a normal happy girl, even if it means looking his own happyness.
As I look out the window at the beauty of out side. The sky has a small amout of clouds and the sun is shining brightly. Petals of near by trees and early blooming flowers float threw the air peacefully. My mind takes over in seconds and I dream of a better life. I was walkinging in a feild of beautiful dark plue, purple, and pink flowers. The moon light making them shine as I look over the millions of stars in the sky, slightly spinning in a circle. My long white dress flowing out at the bottom. It was the most beautiful dress. It was a pure white, the top of it tight to my body and sleaveless. It had little silver pinkish parls all over the top of it also. The bottom was just a simple clothe that puffed out some, and looked like white water when I spin. I stop spinning and feel the light breeze hit my pale skin. All my life I have had skin so light that some said it looked like snow. Both myself and the dress glowed in the amazing light that the full moon provided. I push some of my long black-purple hair out of my face as I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of my paradise. Then I feel a light hand press to my cheek softly, warming it up almost instently. I lean into it.
"Ooh, my princess. I will be hear for you, forever. I will be your knight from now on. You very own Prince Charming. Just like the stories you use to know..." Before I can oupen my eyes to see my Princes face, everything disappears. The only thing left is memories of the past that the Prince spoke of. My big twin brother reading me the stories of princesses, princes, and happy endings. Telling me that one day I will find my Prince Charming just like them, but that mine would be even better. The song my mother use to sing about the Princesses. Fairytale.
My mind comes back to the pressent as I think of those times. I stand up and look for Nomi. My eyes scan the room but find him no where. He must be making the cake now. I walk quietly to the kitchen that my brother is most likely in, baking a cake. All the while with two things on my mind. One, the song mother would sing while cleaning the house, the one that me and brother remembered all the lyrics to and how to play it. And two, why the hell was there a kitchen in the Music Room?
I walk threw the door and see Nomi mixing the batter for the cake. It looks like it is just plain vanilla. He stops and looks up at me, a smile come=ing to his face. I walk over to him and take the second bowl on the counter that he has not mixed yet.
"Enjeru, is there something on your mind," my dear brother ask with love and concern in his voice. To everyone else he is simply heartless and cold. Sometimes, I think it's because he has already given his heart to me. (Not in a insest way) I nod my head a little and l stop mixing, looking up at him from under my bangs.
"I thought about it again. I dreamed of a prince and everything. Do you remember that song? The one that made me see the truth in my beloved fairytales?" My voice is just as quiet as ever, but I don't hold back what I have to say. I don't studder out of fright. I see Nomi nod. I slowly start to mix again. I look up at the clock and see that the club is now closing. I spent the whole time dreaming of what can never be. My true love. I look back down at the mixed ingredients that fit so well together, and softly start to sing the song. "Cinderella's on her bedrooms floor She's got a crush on the guy at the liquor store 'Cause Mr. Charming don't come home anymore And she forgets why she came here"
My voice is soft and slowly rises to a normal voice as Nomi joins in with me.
"Sleeping Beauty's in a foul mood For shame she says 'None for you dear prince, I'm tired today I'd rather sleep my whole life away than have you keep me from dreaming'
"Yes you are in the right place." What the fuck?! Can he read minds or something?! "And no, I can not read minds. My name is Kyoya, and this is the Host Club. We are here to entertain young ladies-" I end up cutting him off.
"Oh no. Nomi, your working or whores," I whisper to him. I look up at him with wide eyes full of fear.
"No," Kyoya quickly says. "We don't do THAT stuff. We just talk." His voice holds a little panic. I just nod slowly, not completely believing him. He just shakes his head and moves on. "Anyways, you are to serve tea to every one since Haruhi is entertaining some of the girls." He turns from Nomi to me. "You can just sit somewhere and do whatever. Just please try and no bother someone."
I nod, a little shocked that he even remembered that I was here. Nomi seems a little shocked, but turns to me and gives me a caring smile. I give a tiny smile back.
"Okay, Enjeru, if you need any thing, come get me. After I serve tea I will be in the kitchen to make a cake. If you want to you can help." He gives me a smile and I nod, and walk over to a window. Nomi nicknamed me Enjeru, meaning Angel. He knows that my real name brings me sadness, so he just calls me Enjeru. I really love my brother. He is always there for me when I need him, even though he doesn't need to be. He could be like every one else and forget about me. But he never does. I am always on his mind. He makes me out like a princess. I can never thank him enough for just that. But, he is my knight. He always has been. When ever I am in trouble, he is there to save me. He takes any punishment of mine when ever he can. He wants me to be a normal happy girl, even if it means looking his own happyness.
As I look out the window at the beauty of out side. The sky has a small amout of clouds and the sun is shining brightly. Petals of near by trees and early blooming flowers float threw the air peacefully. My mind takes over in seconds and I dream of a better life. I was walkinging in a feild of beautiful dark plue, purple, and pink flowers. The moon light making them shine as I look over the millions of stars in the sky, slightly spinning in a circle. My long white dress flowing out at the bottom. It was the most beautiful dress. It was a pure white, the top of it tight to my body and sleaveless. It had little silver pinkish parls all over the top of it also. The bottom was just a simple clothe that puffed out some, and looked like white water when I spin. I stop spinning and feel the light breeze hit my pale skin. All my life I have had skin so light that some said it looked like snow. Both myself and the dress glowed in the amazing light that the full moon provided. I push some of my long black-purple hair out of my face as I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling of my paradise. Then I feel a light hand press to my cheek softly, warming it up almost instently. I lean into it.
"Ooh, my princess. I will be hear for you, forever. I will be your knight from now on. You very own Prince Charming. Just like the stories you use to know..." Before I can oupen my eyes to see my Princes face, everything disappears. The only thing left is memories of the past that the Prince spoke of. My big twin brother reading me the stories of princesses, princes, and happy endings. Telling me that one day I will find my Prince Charming just like them, but that mine would be even better. The song my mother use to sing about the Princesses. Fairytale.
My mind comes back to the pressent as I think of those times. I stand up and look for Nomi. My eyes scan the room but find him no where. He must be making the cake now. I walk quietly to the kitchen that my brother is most likely in, baking a cake. All the while with two things on my mind. One, the song mother would sing while cleaning the house, the one that me and brother remembered all the lyrics to and how to play it. And two, why the hell was there a kitchen in the Music Room?
I walk threw the door and see Nomi mixing the batter for the cake. It looks like it is just plain vanilla. He stops and looks up at me, a smile come=ing to his face. I walk over to him and take the second bowl on the counter that he has not mixed yet.
"Enjeru, is there something on your mind," my dear brother ask with love and concern in his voice. To everyone else he is simply heartless and cold. Sometimes, I think it's because he has already given his heart to me. (Not in a insest way) I nod my head a little and l stop mixing, looking up at him from under my bangs.
"I thought about it again. I dreamed of a prince and everything. Do you remember that song? The one that made me see the truth in my beloved fairytales?" My voice is just as quiet as ever, but I don't hold back what I have to say. I don't studder out of fright. I see Nomi nod. I slowly start to mix again. I look up at the clock and see that the club is now closing. I spent the whole time dreaming of what can never be. My true love. I look back down at the mixed ingredients that fit so well together, and softly start to sing the song. "Cinderella's on her bedrooms floor She's got a crush on the guy at the liquor store 'Cause Mr. Charming don't come home anymore And she forgets why she came here"
My voice is soft and slowly rises to a normal voice as Nomi joins in with me.
"Sleeping Beauty's in a foul mood For shame she says 'None for you dear prince, I'm tired today I'd rather sleep my whole life away than have you keep me from dreaming'
'Cause I don't care for your fairytales You're so worried about the maiden though you know She's oly waiting on the next best thing Next best thing
Snow White is doing dishes again 'cause What else can you do With seven itty-bitty men?
Sends them to bed and calls up a friend Says 'will you meet me at midnight?'
The tall blonde lets out a cry of dispair says 'Would have cut it myself if I knew men could climb hair I'll have to find anouther tower somewhere and keep away from the windows
I don't care for your fairytales.
You're so worried 'bout the maiden Though you know she's only waiting on the next best thing Next best thing
Once upon a time in a faraway kingdom Man made up a story, said that I should believe him Go and tell your white knight that he's handsome in hindsight But I don't want the next best thing So I sing and hold my head down and I break these walls round me Can't take no more of your fairytale love
I don't care for your fairytales You're so worried 'bout the maiden When you know she's only waiting Spent her whole life being graded on The sanctity of patience And a dumb appreciation
But the story needs some mending And a better happy ending 'Cause I don't want the next best thing No, no. I don't want the next best thing"
Me and Nomi finish and smile at eachother. But then we hear clapping.