CHAPTER THREE
"Crap." At 6:30am in the morning, I was already at school. I'm probably the only one here right now - even rich people don't get up this early. But I had nothing to do to kill time and there was still TWO FREAKING HOURS until school started. I yawned as I started towards the only place I could go: Music Room 3.
"Good morning, Kiyoko." I turned and saw Kyoya on his laptop, doing who-knows-what.
"What are you doing here so early?" I asked, flopping onto the nearest sofa in the room.
"I could ask you the same thing." The shadow king pushed up his glasses.
"You could, but you didn't." I stifled another yawn, dropping the subject. "Wake me up when it's time for class." Not waiting for his reply, I lay down and curled up into a ball, making myself comfortable. I dozed off immediately, comfortable on the soft leather.
But the nightmares came back.
"KI-CHAN!" A babyish voice hollered in my ear. "Can you hear me?"
"No..." I muttered drowsily. "Go away..." I heard a few chuckles from a different voice before I was lifted into the air. My eyes snapped open, now fully awake. "Hey! Put me down! What are you doing?"
"You need to try on a few costumes for our theme. This theme goes on for three days so you have to find three different outfits." Tamaki grinned excitedly. "The guys will be wearing formal suits so you should find a few nice dresses."
I glared at him, then abruptly jumped down onto the ground. "I will not wear a dress, you hear me? I will NOT wear a dress. Can't I wear a suit like you?"
"No." He shook his head. "Hikaru, Kaoru, find her some outfits to try on."
"Yes boss."
"But I'm going to wear a suit for at least one day. NO ARGUING." After shooting them a death stare, I checked my watch: 7:36am. Enough time.
I gritted my teeth as I stepped out of the changing room, clad in a silver-blue dress and blue flats.
"It was a good idea to ditch the high heels." Kyoya smirked. "170 centimetres is tall enough for any girl."
"170 centimetres?! That's only 9cm shorter than us!" The twins exclaimed in sync.
I rolled my eyes. "Can I get out of this thing now? It's seriously uncomfortable." But before I even turned around to escape back into my changing room Haruhi came out from the room next to me.
"You know, I think we should make Haruhi-kun here a real member." Tamaki stroked his chin, deep in thought.
"He might even bring in more customers." Kyoya nodded and shoved another suit at her and a suit at me too. We both trudged back inside our changing rooms unenthusiastically. I changed lightning fast - as usual - and came out to wait for Haruhi.
"Haruhi, I got you a suit that would probably fit better-" Tamaki froze. I sighed inwardly, marched over to them and closed the curtains, leaving the President outside - still frozen. He looked like he'd seen a ghost - indigo eyes wide and hair messed up.
"Snap out of it already." I growled at him. "You dumbasses can't tell females from males, it seems." I directed that last sentence at everyone else in the club. They were really stupid...
"Um, senpai?" Haruhi pushed the curtains to a side. "You were right, this suit fits better." She came out in a white shirt with a purple tie and a light-pink blazer.
Tamaki blinked, embarrassed. "We should tell everyone that you're a girl so that guys can request you too."
Haruhi frowned for a while, then smiled. "If that would help me pay off the debt sooner, sure, Tamaki-senpai!"
He went slightly red and I smirked. Funnier and funnier. "Well, this fits so can I take it off now? 's almost time for class now." I gestured to my suit, a long silver one - the back fell to my knees but the front was just like any other one - with a light blue shirt underneath. The shirt's top button was undone and I ditched the tie, so it looked kind of casual and formal at the same time.
"Hey, Ki-chan?" I felt something tugging my sleeve and I looked down to see Honey squeezing his bunny, Usa-chan, to death. I had been about to set off early for class, having changed back into the usual uniform. His usually happy expression was grim and anxious.
"Honey?"
"Ki-chan... When I woke you up today you were sleep-talking. Did you have a nightmare? You can tell me about it, you know." This guy is way smarter than he looked. Wait, crap. I was dreaming - 'nightmaring' - about... my past.
"What did you hear?" I unconsciously bit my lip.
"Umm, I couldn't hear properly, but it sounded really scary." Honey stared up at me and I patted his head, his huge eyes making me feel rather uncomfortable.
"It's okay, I have nightmares all the time." A corner of my mouth tipped up into my trademark smirk and I turned away, heading towards my classroom.
As I walked, I thought about my past in America. For the first time in ages, I allowed myself to think about my parents, my crazy mum and my strict dad. I knew that even though my dad always expected me to be perfect, to be good at everything, he still loved me, at least a little. I thought the same of my mum too, especially since she was the supportive and caring one, until that day on the rooftop.
I shuffled into the classroom and put my stuff down, still lost in my thoughts. I lifted my right trouser and ran my fingers along the scar, around 5cm long. That, and the scar on my face, was a constant reminder that I wasn't good enough, however hard I try.
~Normal Point of View~3rd Person~
Kiyoko's grey-blue eyes widened in surprise.
"Seriously? You twins do hair?!" Hikaru and Kaoru had dragged her into the club's 'beauty salon' and curled her waist-length hair into wild waves.
"We specialise is all sorts of things." Kaoru grinned.
"But the real question is..." Hikaru trailed off.
"WHY IS YOUR HAIR BLUE?" Tamaki finished for them.
She rolled her eyes. "My hair was always blue. It's just that when it's straight it looks more blackish."
The host club stared at her uncomprehendingly.
"Oh, jeez... Just drop it already." Kiyoko ignored their stares and went to get changed into her silver suit, ruffling her newly curled hair to make it messier.
~Kiyoko's Point of View~1st Person~
Today there will possibly be a lot of guys, but then again Haruhi is going to join me so she'll take some of the male customers too. We smiled at the first of the guests as they trailed through the doors, then the guys went off to do their usual thing.
Haruhi and I watched as Kaoru 'accidentally' gave himself a 'paper cut'.
"Kaoru! I've always told you to be more careful."
"It's okay. You have to be careful too, I don't want you getting hurt."
"Kaoru..."
"Hikaru..."
I gagged. "Ew, that is seriously sick, ew, ew, ew."
Haruhi snorted. "That's completely true, although those girls don't seem to think so." It was true, the girls at their table were swooning and had hearts in their eyes. I shook my head; weirdos. Then we directed our attention to Tamaki, who was holding this girl and swinging her down into one of those 'romantic' dips.
"Oh, Tamaki-sama..." Then she fainted.
I shook my head again. "If he ever tried that on me, I would punch him so hard no one would recognise him after I had finished."
"Hey, girls." A voice made my head snap back towards the door. "The one with blue hair, I'm requesting you." An annoying-looking guy drawled. I should've been happy, since it meant I was on my way to paying off the debt, but all I felt was annoyance and an instinct to judo-flip him.
"Of course." I gritted my teeth and smiled at him, - the usual fake one - sitting down across from him. "So what is your name?"
"Shiro." He frowned at me, then asked something I really wasn't expecting. "Shouldn't you girls dress in more appropriate clothes?"
"Like?" I was slightly confused and very annoyed.
"Like," He gestured as he spoke "Low collars and short, tight minidresses?"
I took a deep breath, trying to stop myself from kicking him in the face, but before I could respond he kept on talking. "And shouldn't you be more entertaining?"
My eyes narrowed but I gestured for him to continue.
"Maybe say something like, 'Shiro-sama, we love you!' like the girls in the nightclubs."
I couldn't stand it any longer. Swiftly, I stood up and grabbed his tie, pulling him by it. "Well, Shiro, I have no desire to wear revealing, uncomfortable clothes for the likes of you, nor do I want to be entertaining. And if you think anyone's going to act like those stupid, brainless sluts in those nightclubs, then you're even more stupid and brainless than them. This is a host club, so if you want to be fawned over then I suggest you leave and go somewhere else." I hissed, the last words a threat. Then I let go of his tie and stood, brushing myself off and abruptly leaving.
"Spoken like a true hostess." The voice of the king startling me as he walked over. "I'm sorry Shiro, but you are no longer welcome at this club." I smirked as that disgusting guy threw one last furious look over his shoulder and marched out.
Mind you, tis my first fanfic, so review if you like it, so I'll keep on going. Or gimme some constructive criticism - I've got a lot to improve. I made some minor changes in the first two chapters - there's more information if you want to go back and read it again.
Hehe, wonder what happened to Kiyoko in America... *evil laugh* I'm going to keep you all on your toes.
See ya in the next chapter (I'll probably update this slow again).
