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Chapter 8

Under Lock and Key

(With Kyoya)

((A week later))

As we finally neared the school, Monique was sitting beside me, writing in a notebook. It seemed that she really liked to write. 'She's always writing in that notebook every time she gets the chance. What kind of stuff does she write anyways?" I casually looked over her shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of her writing, but didn't, she quickly pulled it away from my view once she noticed the air between us was getting thinner.

"And what do you think you're doing, Kyoya?" She asked with a laugh. I laughed,

"Oh nothing, just wanted to see what kind of stuff you write in there. I notice you always reach for that notebook everytime you get the chance. Why's that?"

She seemed to stiffen, but chuckled bitterly. "The social servicese told me to write in it as much as I can, to keep my thoughts clear, I guess. I'm not entirely sure, but I treat it as if a journal. But instead of writing in it only at the end of my day, I write in it through out the day, even in class."

By the time she finished her explanation, the car had came to a stop. I looked out my window and noticed we were already at the school. I bid a farewell to my driver, and turned to head to the main building, Monique right by my side. She sped up in front of me, almost in a jog, when she saw Mori-sempai standing by the fountain waiting for her. Mori-sampai looked up to see Monique running towards him and smiled as he saw the smile on her face. I was getting that feeling again, the one I was not too familiar with, but knew enough about to know that I, Kyoya Ootori, was jealous of the strong and silent man. The way Monique hugged him, drapping her arms over his shoulders, pulling him close, just made my blood boil. Even though I could feel the jealousy rising up, I just brushed it aside.

"Takashi, how're you?" Monique's voice rang into my ears as I neared the two.

"Good. you." He sounded so emotionless. How could somebody sound like that with her around?

"I'm great!" She sounded so happy and life like, unlike how she was last night when she came into my room. That part, was in fact, true. She had came into my room that night, the time my dream had kicked in was when I was kissing her, that part didn't happen.

"Kyoya." The sound of my name made my head snap up, noticing Mori-sempai was bidding a good morning to me.

"Hello, Mori-sempai. How was the visit last night?" I could see a blush tint on his cheeks, but pushed it aside. I didn't mean for the question to come out so hurtful the way it did. I smiled though, acting as if everything was okay. "Sorry, sempai, if I embarrassed you. I did see the little show you two did, though. Interesting, if I may say so myself." Monique had already walked off, seeing the twins a little off into one of the hallways. Mori-semapi looked down at me, blushing.

"Sorry. Most've been hard." Wait. What did that giant just say? Sorry? For what?

"I've seen the way you look at her, Kyoya. I'm not stupid. Silent, yeah. Stupid, no." I looked down.

'How the hell did Mori know that?' The thought scratched at my mind. 'I always kept my feelings under lock and key, how'd this one slip up and show?' I looked up as I felt a hand touch my shoulder.

"She does love you, Kyoya, just not in that way. She looks at you as if a brother, nothing more. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you, but that's all she views you as." I gawked at the older man.

"I know." With that simple statement to conclude our conversation, I looked straight ahead and walked the rest of the way to class, pulling my arm away from Mori, wanting to already loose myself into my thoughts. I didn't want to hear anything from feverish girls, or even think about the clubs' profets, I just wanted to just plain out think. Think about anything, just not the two things that hurt me the most: Girls and Money.

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I just finished my last class. The day had stretched out before me, making it longer than usual. Now, it was time to head to the Host Club, no matter how much I was in dier need of sleep, rest and an Advil, I had to go to the club. If not, I'll need two times the Advil for the headache Tamaki would most likely give me for skipping out on the club. I just walked to music room #3, and opened the door. I sat at a nearby table, brought out my slick laptop and started typing. I didn't even notice the group huddled together, talking about some new plan. That was until the group came to my table where I was at the most peace of my day so far. I looked up, regreting because as soon as I did, Tamaki was in my face, telling me about a 'briliant' idea he and the group came up with.

"Kyoya, the club and I have been thinking. Maybe we should let Monique in the Host Club-"
Before I could let him finish his sentence, I cut him off.

"Last time I checked, we formed this club to entertain girls. And if I got biology mixed up, Monique is a girl. And I highly doubt I'm wrong, because I am hardly ever wrong. So she should be the one apart of the guests, not one to be entertaining the guests." I continued on my typing, but knew that the group had not gone, but stayed, over shadowing my screen.

"But hear us out, Kyoya." Tamaki then pulled a chair out, and sat on it 'princly.' I looked up, watching the violet blue eyes that were watching me. 'He obviously knows I'm not having a good day.'

"Think about it Kyoya, we have a girl enter in on the host club. We get boys to come in as guests, which equals getting more money for the club. Now, what do you think, plus, we'll have a new daughter! Her and our Haruhi would become great girlfriends and go out, have fun and do all the stuff that girlfriends do! I mean, it's perfect!" I let out a sigh.

'Just like Tamaki, make the explanation longer then it has to be.' I sighed again. The two things I wanted so deeply to avoid, comes up in one conversation.

"Fine. She can be in the club. What type of girl is she going to be?" I just wanted the conversation to end as soon as possible. I didn't want to talk about anything to anyone. Was that too much to ask? I went back to typing again, waiting for Tamaki and the groups' answer. I let them think for a bit, disgarding myself from the conversation.

"Kyoya, we've got 'The Tease' and 'The Sweety" types. What do you think?" Tamaki was one idiot, man. 'The Sweety' would most likely make her no more then a grandma. 'The Tease' might start off as great, but then slowly fall because guys do get peeved with too much teasing and lable her as 'easy.' I looked at the computer screen that was in front of me, then got a type that we had yet to observe, and she might be perfect for it.

"I think we should try the 'Shy Type.' It would suit her perfectly, and it would get the guys to actually open themselves up to her, maybe find something out from the guys' family we've have yet to know. It might be of some help of some sort in the future. Plus, it would be interesting." I continued on with my typing once I heard the groups approval.

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((Normal POV))

"Great, Tamaki, having an idea, most likely will end in disaster," Monique spoke those words once she was dragged into the third music room and was forced to sit on a pink plush couch beside the overly dramatic blonde.

"Come on, Mo-sempai! It'll be fun! We could spend all day together, hang out at eachothers' houses, go out and do other stuff that we did before you came!" Hikaru and Kaoru, somehow, said the whole sentence in unision. Monique looked at the identical boys, "You guys stopped doing those things together just because I came here?" The two looked at eachother, then back at the older girl, nodding. "Oh, and guys, can I ask you another thing?" Everyone looked at her, giving her their attention. "No more of this 'sempai' stuff, ok? Just call me Monique, it is my name after all." Everyone smiled and nodded, going back to their previous activities.

"Hey Monique, question." Monique turned her head to Hikaru.

"Yeah, go ahead."

"You're older than Kaoru and I, but still in our class when you should be in Mori and Honey-sempai's. Why's that?"

Monique thought for a moment before answering," Well, it's true that I am as the same age as Takashi and Honey, but in America, I was still learning at the same level as you two. So, if Takashi and Honey were to be in America, they'd be in the same class as you two, see?" Monique looked at the two thinking boys.
"Yeah, we got it." The two smiled widely and nodded.

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"No Business? Why'd there be no business today?" A hand wrapped around a golden handle linking itself to a pink decorated door. The person walked in, seeing the group of young men scatered around the room, doing seperate things until they looked at the too familiar face of Haruhi Fujioka.

"HARUHI!" The young men screeched and ran to the girl, wrapping their arms around her. After almost five minutes of 'welcome backs' and 'how was its', the group unfolded themselves from eachother.

"So, you must be the famous Haruhi I've heard so much about." A girl that Haruhi hadn't met before went up to her and grasped the girl in a hug. "I'm Monique Kurtz, a newer student at Ouran." Haruhi nodded.

"It seems we have a lot to explain to you, Haruhi. Would you please sit down, we'll explain everything to you." Kyoya answered Haruhi's questioning face, then pushed his glasses up his slim nose, waiting for everyone to make themselves comfortable to tell Haruhi the week's story.

'I've just got to continue putting my feelings under lock and key, no matter how hard it is.' Kyoya relunctantly said before sitting himself in front of the group, Monique by his side.

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Well, this chapter isn't all that great, I know, but I just decided to throw Haruhi in there, it felt like something was missing. Well, leave a review please and thank you! (:- Monique