Little Pieces of My Heart
Hi again from Yukihime211. Sorry for not updating sooner. I was going to update on Saturday, but I still needed to finish a few more paragraphs until it was completed. Just a mini update that the twins won't be that much in focus in this chapter. It's more Sakuya centered and a bit more of Kyoya. Thanks again for those who are continuing to read. Oh, and sorry about the last chapter. Had some techical difficulties with my laptop, so it turned out wierd. Disclaimer:Do not own any of Ouran except my OC's. Some of the people might sound AU so sorry.
Chapter 6
Lessons with Luck
A week had gone by, and everything was falling into place. Outside, the first signs of snow were showing as snowflakes were lightly fluttering to the ground. Not completely a winter wonder land, but pretty and soothing from the inside of Ouran. Girls huddled close to the windows and sighed in happiness. In Music Room 3, a pleasant melody cloaked the room. Hunny and Mori were dancing as a pair in order to demonstrate the dance. Haruhi watched slightly alert as Sakuya was staring out the window longingly. The twins surveyed boredly as they were wearing down as the deadline for the party was nearing.
***
My mind danced as the thought of the house party was clearly bothering me. I wasn't really planning on going, but where was I supposed to go? I'd think of something. I could probably make plans with a couple of friends. I glanced around to see Tamaki in a corner eating ramen. He seemed depressed. I stood up and drifted towards Tamaki silently. I tapped his shoulder lightly. He looked over and sighed.
"Are you alright Suoh-senpei?" I asked.
He grinned childishly at my voice.
"That's so cute!!!!!" he cried out as he leapt at me.
Two pair of hands pulled me out of his line of fire and he slammed into the coat rack. The twins cracked up with an arm around my shoulder. I sighed. I felt kind of sorry for him.
"You know, that was kind of rude," I pointed out.
The twins just shrugged.
"Don't care. He's fun to mess around with," explained Hikaru.
I could kind of already knew that. How many "toys" did these guys have anyways? Tamaki stood and looked pleased at my concern for him.
"Besides, didn't we come here to practice? I thought you told us you couldn't dance," said Kaoru.
I glared at him slightly. No one was supposed to know about that. Haruhi glanced at me curiously. I flustered slightly.
"You can't dance either?" he asked.
I nodded. He smiled.
"I guess we're both in the same boat," I noted.
The twins huddled close in deep conversation, as the club stared in confusion. Hikaru and Kaoru turned and stared directly at us. When I mean us, I mean Haruhi and me.
"We've decided that you'll be dance partners for now to practice," said Hikaru.
Well, might as well get to it. I nodded.
"So, what's the first step to learning to dance?" I asked.
The twins grinned devilishly.
***
Kyoya was in his own little corner getting the finishing touches on the party. There was still a matter of the catering and the entertainment. That wouldn't be too much trouble. He had a cellphone in one ear and his hands tapping away at the laptop. Hunny glanced over in curiosity. He smiled.
"What are you doing, Kyo-chan?" asked Hunny.
Kyoya looked down at Hunny slightly smiling out of politeness.
"I'm just organizing the final touches on the party coming up, is all," he explained.
Hunny looked excited.
"Will there be cake?" he asked with rosy cheeks.
Kyoya nodded.
"Most likely. It depends on the likes and dislikes of the customers," he explained.
Hunny threw his arms out and cried out multiple 'Banzai's. He ran over to Mori in pure happiness. Kyoya sighed heavily and went back to work with the types of food that would be served at the party.
***
I gulped. Maybe I shouldn't have asked anything. The two walked closer and stood directly in front of me. Their faces almost a few inches from my face.
"Let's start off with this," started Hikaru.
Hikaru glanced at Kaoru. The two stepped away from me.
"With these lessons in dancing, you'll be able to reach far into the lessons in life. Easily put, the key to making others follow your every whim. The description being talked about now, is attracting the opposite gender," said Kaoru
I watched in horror. How the hell was this supposed to help me out in life.
"Don't see any point in that. I'd be begging them if dancing helped with lessons in luck. Seem's to me I always get myself into a terrible situation either through being injured or injuring someone elses items," I muttered to myself.
Haruhi looked at me curiously. I looked over at him.
"Is there something that you'd like to say?" I asked.
Haruhi stared pensively. He nodded when he made up his mind.
"Yeah. I was wondering if we'd start practicing now instead of getting off track," suggested Haruhi.
I looked at him with an arched brow. What was his problem? Now that I thought about it, I do remember something interesting happening a few days back about a debt being halved. Did that mean that he was in trouble with the club too and was forced to join? Woah. Talk about intense. I guess we really did have more in common than I once thought we did. Well, if it meant helping a fellow commoner in need, I'd jump right into this stupid dance. I nodded with enthusiasim.
"Let's get this started," I said with confidence.
The twins laughed. Hunny cheered from behind with Mori copying his pose. Tamaki's eyes were filled with tears as he saw the determination that I was showing. Kyoya stared over blankly and went back to his party arrangements. Hunny, Mori, Tamaki and the twins gave a thumbs up and the lessons began. I groaned. Great, what had I gotten myself into now?
***
Airplanes arrived and departed constantly as the gentle snow was padding the ground. Dark shoes stomped on the ground menacingly. People glanced over in fear and worry. Others didn't know whether to pinpoint the person as hot or dangerous. He was a young man around sixteen with pale ice blue eyes and pitch black hair. He wore some ripped faded jeans and a black t-shirt. The young man had a single backpack filled with a few weeks pack clothes and probably only about three types of electronics:laptop, cellphone and ipod. He had a slight smirk on his face and ran a hand through his slightly long hair in a small ponytail. (Hair about shoulder length.) He looked down at a piece of paper and walked out of the airport. The young man hailed a cab and read off the directions to the driver. Speeding off, the driver kept his eyes on the road and followed his orders. The young man chuckled.
"Soon we'll meet again," he whispered.
In his hand, was a photo of a girl with long light brown hair and dark blue eyes. She was smiling forcefully at the camera with a look of slight boredom in her eyes. The exact description was of Sakuya Mazaki.
***
A shiver ran down my back as Haruhi and I were ending our waltz. The music stopped and Hikaru stormed over in irritation.
"We've been at this for at least three hours and when we finally get it to be perfect, you have to go and mess up," said Hikaru in exasperation.
I looked away guiltily.
"It was just a fluke. Won't happen again, promise," I answered back.
Kaoru nodded in approval and looked at his twin.
"Don't get so serious. It was just an honest mistake. We're human, so what do you expect?" asked Kaoru.
Hikaru looked at Kaoru with an arched brown and cooled down. My phone vibrated violently. I frantically fumbled with it while the others stared at me. I pressed the OK button.
"Hello?" I inquired.
I waited a few seconds for Yoneko's voice to come on.
"Sakuya-sama. You must come home immediately. A client of your father's is coming over to the dinner party and he wanted to have you meet each other. We must get you ready and presentable," said Yoneko.
My eyes widened. I grabbed my things and ran out the door with the phone still in my hand.
"Are you crazy?! How much time do I have left?" I asked.
Yoneko shuffled around and was easily audible through the speaker.
"Two hours," she answered.
The car was in front of the gates still running. I fled to the doors and abruptly opened as well as closed the car door.
"I'm hanging up," I said finally.
She grunted in understanding and hung up. The driver rode off exactly on speed limit, but we took various shortcuts until we finally saw my mansion in view. I knew for sure that when I had the chance, I'd have a good talking to with my father.
***
The club stood still at what had just happened.
"What just happened?" asked Hikaru.
Everyone stared at each other blankly.
"Looks like she escaped," surveyed Kaoru.
Tamaki looked at the door.
"It must have been family business. Didn't she say something about a dinner party?" asked Tamaki.
Everyone looked at him in awe.
"Looks like your super-sonic hearing can pay off sometimes," said Haruhi.
Tamaki ran over to Kyoya.
"Mom! Mom! Haruhi is being mean to Daddy!" he cried out.
Hikaru and Kaoru rolled their eyes as Hunny sat on the couch eating another helping of cake and looked crestfallen.
"I really wanted to eat cake with Saa-chan. Then after that go to the garden to see all the pretty flowers," said Hunny slightly pouty.
Mori nodded in agreement. Kyoya glanced at his watch.
"Well, I should be going now," he said.
Tamaki calmed down and looked puzzled.
"Where are you headed, Kyoya?" asked Tamaki.
Kyoya sighed heavily.
"Seems my father was invited to a dinner party by a friend. The friend insisted he bring over one of his sons with him. I was the only one available at the time," explained Kyoya.
He walked out of the club. Everyone looked out the window to see the car pulled up outside the front gates. The day had started off with eight and had now dwindled to six.
***
A make up artist, a wardrobe consultant, and a hair stylist fretted with my whole being as the time was running out. The blowdryer rang through the second floor and the bickering of make up and wardrobe was unbearable. I hated these things. Too much fuss over such a small event. After almost half an hour, the wardrobe was already picked and the make up was perfect. My long light brown hair had been let loose in elegant curls specially curled by the stylist. My curled hair went down to my mid-back. I slipped into a white frilly baby doll dress that had pale silver designs on the bow with a few white roses adorning my hair. A silver necklace rested on my neck daintily and finished off my look. What was my father trying to do? Make me out to be an angel or adornment for the centerpiece of his stupid profits? I slipped into silver strapped heels. I grasped my head tenderly as another migraine was budding slowly. Count to ten and take a deep breath. I closed my eyes and walked over to my mirror. I opened my eyes to see soft pastel colors of my eyeshadow and lipglossed lips blending in with the white and silver of my outfit. A knock on my door signaled the time to come out to meet the client. One, two, three, four, five...ten. The door knob turned as I walked down the stairs that lead to the door. Maids were running around frantically getting the food in their place. The butler opened the door for the guests that were barely arriving. A jolly old man in his late sixties walked in. He looked American. In his hand he had a gift. He reminded me of Santa Claus. I bowed slightly and switched to English.
"Good evening," I said quietly.
He smiled.
"Hi there girly! My, aren't you a beauty. Like a little angel. The spittin' image of your mother," he bellowed.
I took at step back. I smiled softly and escorted him to the dinner party where the rest of the party guests were chatting up with eachother. I scanned the room with a flick of my eyes, but didn't see him anywhere. Where was my father?
"Excuse me for a moment," I said politely.
The old man nodded and looked around for people to socialize with. In less than 20 seconds, I was in the kitchen looking for Yoneko.
"Has anyone seen Yoneko?" I asked the small group of cooks.
They shook their heads and blushed.
"You look so cuuuute!" cried out one of the younger maids.
I smiled.
"Thank you," I said with a slight strain in my voice.
I passed by the table and walked into the living room. Wait...what was I thinking? I took out my cellphone and speed dialed her pager. The ever familiar beep brought me closer to her whereabouts. Finally, I discovered she was on the second floor.
"Yoneko!" I called out.
She walked over slightly worried.
"Yes?" she asked.
I scanned the hallways.
"Where is my father?" I asked.
She came over with a pained look on her face. I stood dead in my tracks.
"Sakuya-sama, you look very pretty tonight. Did the stylist do something to your hair?" she asked as if trying to distract me.
What was she hiding from me.
"Save it Yoneko. I know you're just trying to distract me. Where is my father?" I asked.
She looked searchingly at me and opened her mouth.
"Wait. Don't tell me he just left. How can he just leave his guests like this?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"He says he's not coming to dinner. Right now he's in his study room. He said something about not being hungry. I recall him telling me that although he wouldn't attend the dinner, that later on to invite the guests over. It must have to do with top secret news," Yoneko reasoned.
I groaned. What did he get me all dolled up for if this had nothing to do with me?
"Well, what am I supposed to tell the guests?" I asked.
She looked uneasy.
"Well, your father proposed you be the host for the party," she said meekly.
What?! One of these days, I would be sure to give him a good talking to. Oh, who was I kidding? I can't stand up to my dad. I don't even have the guts to go against the twins. Sure, I made my remarks, but I never really did anything to help myself get out of the mess. I just nodded and walked down the stairs. This was seriously going to be a long night.
***
Kyoya walked inside his father's Benz wearing semi-formal attire. The two were running slightly late due to work at the Ohtori hospital and the need of his father's assistance with a patient. The car drove by quickly to arrive on time. Kyoya wondered exactly what friend they were going to visit. The Benz stopped abruptly. Kyoya looked around to see the masion. There was a small rose garden up front that right now was bare, as the snow kept falling. Hopefully there wouldn't be a snow storm. He was sure that if his father's friend had any kids, that he would have to build a friendship with the person to keep good terms with others. The two were then guided from their car into the entrance of the double doors to the creamy white mansion. The doors opened and they entered to see chandiliers hanging from the ceiling and the stairs leading to the second level of the mansion were exactly in front of the door. Various paintings were hung up on the eggshell colored walls. There were no actual family photos anywhere. Kyoya started to doubt anybody lived here, besides the owner and his maids. The Ohtori family was then led into the dining room where various people were chatting heartily about the holidays coming and family memebers. Kyoya scanned the room and listed off all the people there that were CEO's of a company and their background mentally. He took at seat a few chairs away from where the empty seat at the end of the table was. He figured that would be where the owner would sit. The table hushed when they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Everyone strained their necks to get a better look at their mysterious host. What Kyoya saw next, left him in shock. A young woman about fifteen looked around and made her way to the empty chair. She wore white roses in her hair with a white dress. Her hair was midback with professionally styled curls. She looked rather serious about the mattter. It was Sakuya Mazaki. Was she the host?
"Well, this is an intersting discovery," thought Kyoya.
Everyone looked rather surprised and curious. Sakuya sat down and greeted everyone with a small voice.
"Uh, good evening everyone. My name is Mazaki Sakuya. My father was supposed to come to the dinner party to talk about some business, but he is a tad busy. After the dinner, please go up to his study room were he will explain the details. For now though, please enjoy the meal, and thank you for your patience," She said eloquently.
Everyone nodded in approval and went back to their discussions. Kyoya glanced at his father who at the moment looked rather impressed.
"That girl, does she go to your school?" he asked.
Kyoya nodded. Ohtori-san rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Kyoya sighed. He knew what was coming next.
"I'll go talk to her," he said willingly.
Ohtori-san patted Kyoya's back and left him to do what he usually did with people his father wanted good relationships with. He approached Sakuya as she was talking in perfect English with the American fellow. He tapped her shoulder lightly, and she turned to look at him.
***
A tap on my shoulder was all it took for me to aknowledge the person that was trying to get my attention. What I didn't count on, was being face to face with the dark lord. Kyoya Ohtori-senpai. I gasped and turned pale.
"Kyoya-senpei?" I asked in surprise.
He smiled and nodded.
"Hello there, Mazaki-kohai. I see that you're today's host for the night," He observed.
I nodded slowly. Damn. Just my luck. Geez. I can see that I have the worst luck in the world.
"Yes. As I said before, my father is a bit busy, so I took over for a bit. Uhm, so what brings you here?" I asked.
He chuckled lightly.
"My father was invited as a friend by one of the original guests. Was this an invite only party?" he asked.
I shook my head. How should I know? This was short notice for me in the first place. I sighed heavily. The replica of Santa Claus (I later found out his name was Nicholas Hawkins or Mr. Hawkins.) grabbed my hand and pulled me in front of the Christmas tree. He grinned.
"Picture time. Hope ya' don't mind. I was plannin' on showin' my gal a photo of the sweet angel I came across here in Japan," he explained.
I smiled quietly and nodded. He flicked his thumb at the camera that was being held by one of the guests in signalling we were ready. I smiled at the camera freely and waited for the flash. I silently prayed that Kyoya wouldn't think of telling everyone of what he just saw. I was seriously not ready for more blackmail.