Just when you think it's over…it's ALIVE AGAIN!
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Chapter 8.
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Every Rose Has Its Thorns
Recap:
AUTHOR'S NOTE (that is in caps because I want you to read it): This is the end of Part I, but by no means the end of the story. Lots of questions are unanswered; because we all know that Kunio's sob story is far from accurate.
What is the true cause for Tamaki's hatred towards him, and the reason why he's so jealous of Kunio whenever he even addresses Haruhi? And what of the unexplained love triangle that might possibly form between Haruhi, Tamaki, and some other jealous competitor for her heart?
Besides, if the story stopped here, we wouldn't be exposed to the larger scene of the story: how the Host Club will react to Tamaki's and Haruhi's sudden romance.
And how Tamaki and Haruhi suddenly have a stalker.
Story:
Fujioka Residence; Haruhi's room
Haruhi didn't sleep well that night.
Yes, she had kissed Tamaki like there was no tomorrow. Yes, she was in an unexplained state of bliss for at least two hours as she lay in his arms. Yes, it was some of the most significant moments of her life.
She couldn't hide it even from herself: love was bursting her heart into a thousand pieces, warming her chest, warming every cell in her body, making her realize the purpose of life, what she lived for.
Yet a nightmare raged inside her mind that night; the night after she kissed him. After he kissed her.
Although there was no thunderstorm, something else inspired her mind to have a dream cast with shadows and with lightning rippling the skies. When she woke, she couldn't remember all that happened, expect for a significant part that scared the life out of her:
She's on the couch, Tamaki on top of her. It's a déjà vu from a few hours before, what had already occurred. Only this time, something is wrong. His grip around her arms is harder than before, his tongue forcing entrance into her mouth. Fear grips her as he sharply unties the strings of her sweatpants; in one strong shove, she pushes him away and falls from the couch, staring up at him in horror. She says something, in a loud and demanding tone at him, but she can't hear her own voice. He leans over the couch and raises an eyebrow at her, his handsome face in a terrifying expression between a sneer and a scowl that she could never bear to imagine.
"Scared, Haru-chan?" he asks in a hiss, his lips curling into a sardonic smile. "Come back up here, be a good girl now. I'm not finished with you yet."
Haruhi scrambles to her feet and backs away against the wall, shaking her head. What's wrong with him? she thinks as her body quakes with fear.
He sighs in irritation, pushing his tall and thin frame in an upright position. He walks towards her with unhurried steps. "Come on now," he chuckles. "I thought you loved me, babe."
Now Haruhi is just disturbed.
But as he walks closer and closer to her, as he leans his face close to hers, she notices that it isn't Tamaki any longer. Lightning flashes outside of the living room window; as the light dies away, she finds that she's looking into Kunio's sheering blue eyes.
"What…?" she whispers.
"What's the matter?" he asks in a disappointed way, tilting his head to one side. "I'm not as good as that stupid Suoh?"
Haruhi cries out as he grabs her waist, pulling her close to him; again she can't hear her own voice. She is silent, helpless to the fact that his rough lips are touching hers again, that his far from gentle hands are grabbing her into a crude, arched position against him.
"YAMETE!" she finally hears herself scream.
Lightning flashes outside her window once again; the light dies away, and thank God, its Tamaki, frowning down worriedly at her, and his hands are gentle, he's not forcing himself on her, he's just staring down at her with a heart-wrenching gaze, one that she can't bear to look at.
"What did he do?" he asks, brushing the hair gently from her terrified face. The dream ended with her burying her face into his chest, against her character, sobbing uncontrollably.
Her eyes opened. She saw the dark ceiling above her. Her eyes grew slowly wider. "That…" she whispered, the frightening aspects of the dream hitting her at full force.
For once in a long time, she had the unquenchable urge to have someone sit close to her, comfort her, and reassure her that it was just a dream, that it could never be real. Like her mother used to do when she awoke shrieking because she dreamed of a clown, or a giant notebook coming after her stabbing at her with a flower that squirted water or an oversized pencil.
Knowing that the only source of comfort would come from an object she could cling to, she reached over her bed, until her wandering palm slapped against the bedside table. Her searching fingers grasped for the white rose that Tamaki had left her when he had unwillingly left her, five hours after he had came. She winced as one of the thorns punctured her finger; again.
"Every rose has its thorns," she grumbled wryly, but took the rose into her bed anyway, cradling it gently against her. Her smile lit up the darkness around her as she thought of Tamaki; even without half his clothes on, she thought with a deep blush.
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Suoh Residence; Tamaki's room
As the ringing tones reached his ear, and as he heard Kyoya picking up the phone, Tamaki shut the cell phone, hanging it up just as quickly as he had called. He didn't want to tell his friend just yet. He wanted it to be a surprise. A surprise to everyone in the Host Club when he and Haruhi walked hand in hand; as a couple.
Blushing at the mere thought, Tamaki hugged himself and sighed with complete ecstasy, sinking into his pillows. Him and Haruhi… He loved both of their names in the same sentence, the same breath. Tamaki and Haruhi. Haruhi and Tamaki. Tamaki and Haruhi making out on her couch and nearly getting caught by Ranka-san; oh, what shame.
Tamaki sat upright in his bed, eyes wide, face deep red. "What if…Ranka-san…had been SPYING?!" he cried in horror. He could just imagine what Haruhi's father would do to him if he were to find out. If he were to find out if Tamaki was going out with Haruhi AT ALL…!
Burying himself in a pitiful ball under the sheets, he soothed his fears. It would be fine; his Haruhi would protect him, no doubt. But he's the male! He should be protecting HER! Even so, if he could survive Ranka-san's reaction, he could survive the Host Club's…
Hah. The Host Club. As shallow as it was, he couldn't help but swell with pride as he thought of how he stole Haruhi's kiss before them, how she loved him romantically more than all the rest. He couldn't wait to see Hikaru's expression, he thought with an evil cackle.
Even so… He stopped, frowning down at his hands as he crossed his legs, sitting on his soft bed. What if…she loves them all romantically? Mori, Hikaru, Kaoru, Kyoya, even Kunio? And she would have taken any of them if they had just showed their feelings for her?
His scowl deepened. If that's the case…then she didn't specially pick me to be her boyfriend at all.
Immediately his channel of thought veered. "Haruhi's boyfriend…" he whispered to himself. His smile could have lit 20 light bulbs at once. With a blissful, happy sigh, he lay back on his bed, arms outstretched, reflecting back to all what happened just a few hours before.
A gentle smile touching his lips, he closed his eyes and imagined Haruhi, lying in his arms. He imagined her strong eyes making eye contact with his. Sometimes she amazed him beyond all limits. He could never explain why her eyes soaked him in warmth, made him feel like the luckiest person in the world when she looked at him. Just one of the countless things he loved about her, was his guess.
Sighing, he fell asleep by imagining her fingers playing with the petals of his white rose that he had given her, and imagining her smiling down into her reflection in the water as she floated them over the bridge and down into the river. Around her, a gentle breeze swayed, blowing Tamaki into a peaceful dream.
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The Next Day, at Ouran High School.
"Haruhi! Hey, Haruhi!"
Haruhi turned and saw Tamaki's face momentarily before he grabbed her into a tight and emotional hug. "Haruhiiii! Too long have I been without your presence!" he sobbed, rubbing his cheek against hers.
Haruhi let out a long sigh. Almost a sigh of relief. Her nightmare had been haunting her all day, the remembrance of Kunio's touch looming around her; it was a comfort to feel Tamaki's arms around her again.
Of course, she didn't show this.
"Senpai," she groaned, gently trying to push him away. "Not in public, please."
Something clicked in Tamaki's mind. 'Senpai'?! What a cold way to address one's other half! Breaking away from Haruhi, he took her by the shoulders, looking into her eyes with a serious gaze. "Haruhi," he said sharply, "you must not call me such a formal name. Since we're on the highest levels of intimacy that we could ever be—"
"S-senpai!" she stammered, going an embarrassed shade of red as people around them leaned in to hear their animated conversation.
"—then you must call me by my first name!" he declared, slamming a fist against his heart, looking up at some unknown, inspiring light.
Sighing, Haruhi hunched her shoulders. She would have to get used to this new boyfriend of hers. "All right, then…Tamaki?"
Going absolutely giddy at hearing his name from her lips, he refrained [somehow from hugging her, since they were getting curious looks, and simply patted her head, smiling down at her in appreciation. "Good girl."
His exact words from her dream made a shiver ripple through her spine. "Should we…go to the Host Club? I don't want to be late again."
Tamaki tilted his head to one side, tapping his chin. "Well…I was thinking we could maybe skip the Host Club today…" he said slowly.
Haruhi stared up at him like he had grown a second head. "What?"
"Skip the Host Club," Tamaki repeated, his face breaking into a grin. "I'll explain to Kyoya later, I'm sure he won't mind. I just want to spend time with you!" he explained chirpily.
Haruhi couldn't help but smile. "Well…if you're sure."
"I am. Unless you wanted to go…?"
Haruhi frowned. "Well…not exactly…but if we go out into town now in our uniforms, we might get strange looks. By dating…as two guys."
"Oh. I didn't think of that," he admitted. He seemed a bit crestfallen, taking this as a rejection.
"But," she added quickly, "we could go to the Host Club for just a short time, to explain where we'll be, and then stop by my house so I can change."
"Yes, Haruhi! And get hair extensions from the drama costume room for you!"
"I wouldn't quite go that far…"
Tamaki chuckled, bending over and tapping her on the nose, grinning. "Don't worry. I was kidding; I like you better as yourself, anyway."
With a smile, Haruhi looked off to the side. "Good…"
Beaming, Tamaki announced, "Okay! So what do you want to do when we get into town?"
"Maybe we could get something to eat. And I have homework, so maybe while we're sitting down, I can get some work done so when I get home I can start on my chores straight…Why are you laughing?" she demanded.
Shaking his head, Tamaki just kept letting out his laughter, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and walking her down the hall, in direction of the music room. "I think you need to learn what a date is, dear Haruhi," he chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye.
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In the Host Club; minutes before the guests had started to come.
"They're late," Hikaru grumbled irritably, laying his head in his arms on the table. "Even m'lord hasn't showed."
Kaoru frowned down at his twin. "Is something bothering you, Hikaru?" he asked, leaning down to his eye level, resting his chin on the tabletop.
"Nothing at all, Kaoru."
What garbage. Kaoru raised an eyebrow at his twin, but said nothing. Knowing Hikaru, he would figure it out sooner than later.
With a sigh, Kyoya shut his laptop and stared absently out the window. "I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't show…" he muttered.
Mori, close enough to hear him, frowned at him from across the table. "Ah," he agreed.
Hunny, who sat in Mori's lap, played with his bunny's ears with slow movements. "I miss Tama-chan…" he sighed.
"He's only a few minutes late, Mitsukuni."
"What if he forgot about us?"
Kyoya chuckled at this. "Highly unlikely."
"What about Haruhi?" Hikaru grumbled from the opposite table. "Who cares about m'lord…" he added in a resenting tone, turning his head away from Kyoya, Mori and Hunny. Kaoru sighed in exasperation.
Hikaru's words lingered in the air for only a few moments before the door to the music room cracked open. As it slowly yawned open, laughter reached the Host Club's ears. They all stared in awe. Could that be…Haruhi laughing loudly outside in the hall?
As the doors yawned open, they got their answer. There Tamaki and Haruhi stood, side by side, arms brushing against one another as they walked. Tamaki was making animated gestures in the air with his hands, his face in a beaming smile as he looked down at Haruhi, Haruhi laughing freely at what he said.
"And then, after that…" Tamaki began, as in launching into a new chapter of his story. He seemed to be oblivious that 5 pairs of eyes were drilling into him, faces shocked.
Hikaru stood sharply; his chair scraped back against the floor, making a screech-like sound. Tamaki and Haruhi looked up from their conversation, suddenly aware of their surroundings.
Hunny broke the awkward silence that followed by crying out, "Tama-chaaan! You didn't forget about us!" He leapt off Mori's lap and sprinted to them, his arms outstretched, his eyes over-pouring with tears.
Blinking with surprise, Tamaki opened his arms for Hunny to jump into. He looked down at Hunny in bewilderment. "I'm not…THAT late, Hunny-senpai…"
"Hunny-senpai, is something wrong?" Haruhi asked in concern, touching the small boy's back.
"Haru-chan, I missed you too!" Immediately Hunny turned around in Tamaki's arms and grabbed onto Haruhi's neck, holding her close. By Hunny's embrace, the three stood close together, Tamaki and Haruhi looking at each other helplessly as they held a sobbing Hunny whose body was stretched between both of their arms.
"He didn't have enough cake today," Mori explained, coming up to them and holding out his arms for Hunny to enter. "Mitsukuni. Let's go get you and Bunny food."
Hunny looked up, blinking tears from his eyes. "Okay…Takashi," he said quietly. Smiling at Tamaki, then Haruhi, he bounced into Mori's arms. "Let Bun-Bun have extras!" he added.
"We'll see." Mori carried him back to the table, sitting at their original spot. This time Mori kept his head down. Avoided Tamaki and Haruhi's gaze.
"Why are you late this time, Tamaki?" Kyoya sighed, swivelling in his chair to look at the two of them. "I hope you won't make this a habit."
"I got a bit held up," Tamaki replied, smiling. "Haruhi here—"
Look alarmed, Haruhi stamped on her senpai's foot to keep him quiet. "Senpai!" she hissed.
"Ow-w," he whined, crumpling to the floor and holding his foot in pain. "Tamaki," he protested, scowling up at her.
"Not now," she replied, closing her eyes in irritation and walking away towards the table by the window. "Where are the guests?" she asked Kyoya as she passed.
"For some reason, late, like everyone else in this school," sighed a weary Mom of the Host Club.
Hikaru and Kaoru exchanged glances. "Haruhii," they whined, coming up behind her and leaning on her shoulders. "Will you play with us before the guests come?"
"Perverted twins!" Tamaki cried, smacking Hikaru over the head. "Don't harass my Haruhi!"
"Yours?" the twins smirked, turning to cackle at him. "Hardly."
Tamaki opened his mouth to protest, but hardly had time; Kyoya waved him over, telling him that he had three requests. Giving the twins one last glare, Tamaki regrettably left Haruhi, walking over to the three girls and smiling brightly in their direction. He led them to the couch, and immediately launched into enthusiastic conversation with them, commenting on their choice of hairstyle that day, and began admiring a gold chain on one of the girls' wrists, wondering with awe where she could have gotten such a beautiful piece of jewellery that matched her looks.
"He could easily be one of them, with the way he talks," Hikaru cackled, leaning against Haruhi's chair and raising an eyebrow down at her. "So, Haruhi. Where were you in Biology this morning?"
"Yes, we missed you," purred Kaoru, leaning in close to her face and miming his brother's grin.
"I wasn't in Biology?" asked Haruhi blankly.
"Haru-chan, Haru-chan!" Hunny cried, pulling a few girls towards her by the hands. "You're being requested!"
Haruhi smiled at the girls coming towards them, embarrassed smiles on their faces. "Hello," she greeted. "Welcome to the Host Club."
"See. Kumiko, what did I tell you? He's really nice!" one of them hissed to a shy, blushing girl next to her.
Kumiko nodded, her eyes never leaving Haruhi.
"Hmm, seems you have an admirer," grinned Hikaru, winking at Haruhi.
Haruhi shrugged. "I have a lot."
"I-If its all right, Haruhi-kun…I was wondering…if you'd like to sit in the Drama Club one day, as a guest. I'm sure everyone would be very grateful!" she added, bowing low, her two ponytails flipping over her shoulders.
Haruhi nodded. "All right. When I'm free, okay?"
Kumiko straightened, blushing furiously. "Arigatou, Haruhi-kun!" she cried, smiling.
She gave an absent nod. But her eyes were not looking at Kumiko's happy face. Her eyes had travelled to Tamaki, who sat across the room, still talking with those girls. He was even 'declaring his undying love' for one of them as the rest swooned in their seats.
A frown passed over Haruhi's face.
"Haruhi?" Kaoru poked her, jolting her out of her trance. "What's the matter?"
"N-Nothing," she said, ripping her eyes from Tamaki and smiling at Kumiko. "What days is the Drama Club on? If it takes place during lunchtime, I'm positive I can come."
Kumiko beamed, "Yes, they're then, they're then! Can you come tomorrow?"
"Of course."
The girls around Haruhi swooned at her smile. "Th-Thank you, Haruhi-kun…" they sighed, hands to their foreheads.
Haruhi let out a small sigh. Now she was strung to go to some Drama Club meeting for who-knows-what. Tamaki definitely wouldn't like that.
Although she got two more requests, she found herself sitting alone in the corner of the room towards the end of the Host Club, looking down at the floor in a depressed way. She felt alone, but at the same time stupid beyond all reason.
Sen…I mean Tamaki's been getting requests right and left since we came in here…there goes the 'date plan'.
She closed her eyes in irritation, gripping her knees, jaw twitching. Why should you care, though? You didn't want to go on a date with him in the first place. You have homework.
Opening her eyes, they travelled (against her will) to Tamaki on the couch, talking happily the same girls from before; except now their friends of friends had joined. He seemed perfectly happy. As if he could love each and every one of them without blinking an eyelid.
Show some integrity, will you? she fumed, gritting her teeth. That was one thing Tamaki lacked.
Leaning back in the couch, she sighed, closing her eyes. I'll just sleep and forget about everything…
She wasn't sure how much time passed before she heard his irritating (wonderful) voice calling her name.
"Haruhiii!"
She opened her eyes. Smiled. Tamaki stood in front of her, looking down at her with a happy expression. "Don't sleep, Haruhi! We still have to go on…" He stopped, looking around to see if anyone was hearing. "Our date," he ended in a small whisper.
"Why did you whisper it?" Haruhi asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Aren't you embarrassed?"
Haruhi blinked. She was? "Well…"
"Oh, look! Look what Kumiko from the Drama Club gave me!" To her horror, he held up a pair of wavy and brown hair extensions that bounced when he moved them in front of her vision. "Seee, Haruhi?"
"Senpai!" Haruhi protested. "I said none of those! Does it matter what my hair looks like?"
"Tamaki."
"What?"
"You must call me Tamaki."
"Fine, fine."
"Should we go now?"
"Huh?"
"Out to town!" Tamaki cried, throwing his hands in the air. "Come on, Haruhi, let's go!" He grabbed her hands and yanked her to her feet, spinning her out the door.
"Hang on," Kyoya growled as they passed. Snatching Tamaki's collar in his fist, he pulled the both of them back. "Where did you think you're going?"
"To town!" Tamaki beamed.
"Nowhere," said Haruhi, looking away blandly.
Kyoya raised an eyebrow at each of them. "Which is it?"
"Why are you going to town?" Hunny asked, coming up to them, a fork hanging from his mouth.
"To eat."
"To have a romantic time under the sakura trees!"
Tamaki and Haruhi looked at each other, frowning at their different answers.
Kyoya closed his eyes in irritation. "When will it get through to you…?"
"Why are you going to town, Haruhi?" Mori asked from the table, raising his intense eyes to hers.
Finding she couldn't find her tongue, Haruhi shrunk uncomfortably under his gaze.
Tamaki noticed. Scowling, and drawing up to his full height, he announced in a great, powerful voice, "Me and Haruhi are, as of now, dating! And that's why we're going to town. To spend time with each other. That's the end of the discussion," he added with an embarrassed cough as everyone turned their heads to look at them.
Haruhi blinked up at Tamaki in shock. "S-Senpai…"
"Just walk," Tamaki instructed her in a low voice, turning her around and leading her out the door. He could already feel the deadly scowl of Hikaru burning his back.
As they walked towards the door together, their footsteps echoing across the silence, the room came alive; and exploded behind them. Literally.
"TAMAKI AND HARUHI ARE GOING OUT?!?" shrieked the girls, leaping to their feet, too surprised to bother with formal tags at the end of the names.
Kyoya stared.
The fork dropped from Hunny's mouth.
Mori looked back to his book.
Kaoru gaped.
Hikaru stood, ready to burst out in anger.
Haruhi cringed at all these reactions as she turned her head to look as she and Tamaki went through the doorway.
"Wait, Haruhi. There's someone in front of us."
For some reason, she could hear Tamaki's voice above all the screaming in the background. She looked ahead, and blinked at Kunio, who was inches away from them.
"Oh." Kunio's face relaxed into a smile. "Excuse me, Haruhi. I didn't mean to walk into you."
Haruhi inclined her head. "It's all right…" She felt Tamaki's grip around her wrist tighten.
"What happened back there?" Kunio wondered, looking over Haruhi's shoulder. "Looks like a bomb went off."
"Why did you come here again?" demanded Tamaki, voice hard. Haruhi winced. His grip was iron, and crunching her skin and bone.
"I was instructed by one of the teachers to find a specific student; Midori Yakada," replied Kunio smoothly. "Yet I don't expect to get her out of here anytime soon, what with the chaos in there…" He flashed a grin in Haruhi's direction. "This wouldn't be your doing, would it?"
"Why would it be?" asked Haruhi blandly. She wished Tamaki would let go of her; his hand was actually starting to hurt.
"It was like you were telling me yesterday, on the park bench," shrugged Kunio. He snuck a devious glance in Tamaki's direction.
Tamaki prickled with anger. "What?" He frowned down at Haruhi, who was staring ahead at Kunio with a hardened gaze.
"I don't recall telling you anything."
"Oh, c'mon Haruhi, you remember…we almost had a 'moment', you could say," chuckled Kunio, leaning against the doorframe, hands deep in his pockets.
"'Moment'? I wasn't aware one was occurring," said Haruhi icily, turning her head away from him.
With an innocent look, Kunio walked over to her, trying to meet her eyes. "What, Haruhi, did I upset you?"
"No, it's just—"
"Or do you not want to admit it?" Kunio asked, his grin returning.
"Leave her alone."
Kunio blinked as Tamaki shoved in between Haruhi and his cousin, arms outstretched protectively in front of Haruhi. He gave Kunio an intimidating glare. "Well?"
Scoffing, Kunio waved his hand in front of Tamaki's face absently. "Grow up, cuz. This isn't the first time I've stolen a girl under your nose; you should be used to it by now."
"Didn't you hear me? I said to leave her alone," Tamaki growled. In one swift motion, he snatched Kunio's collar and threw him against the wall. Kunio hit it and crumpled; but before his knees could touch the floor, Tamaki grasped his shoulder and pinned his arm across his chest.
The buzz around them quieted down as all stared in shock at Tamaki and Kunio. Kyoya stood, as if to intercept, stop his friend from doing anything more. Haruhi beat him to it.
Overcoming her shock, she grabbed Tamaki's tense arm. "Senpai, stop!" she commanded. "You don't want to hurt him."
Tamaki glared down at her. "Even taking his side?"
"No. Stopping you from doing something stupid."
Softening at her determined scowl, Tamaki backed away, letting his fists fall to his sides. "As you wish," he muttered, his blonde hair draping across his eyes.
Kunio relaxed and rubbed his shoulder, giving out a sigh of relief. "Well, it isn't as if you could do anything Tamaki, but—GAH!"
With an effortless shove, Tamaki sent Kunio flying across to the other side of the room with terrifying speed. As Kunio crashed into the plaster, a sweatdrop appeared on Haruhi's head. Tamaki looked over at her with a hurt gaze. "Haruhi…"
She frowned at him. "What is it, senpai?"
"You should have told me. That you were with him. Didn't I tell you not to go near him?"
Haruhi went rigid. "Senpai, nothing—"
"Didn't I?" Tamaki asked in a louder voice, advancing towards her with clenched fists. "Why did you deliberately talk to him, and why is he suggesting that—" He stopped, realizing all the eyes on them. He stopped. Straightened. Turning away from Haruhi, he mumbled, "Forget it."
Walking towards the door, his hand flew out, and he grasped the handle of the door, yanking it open. With a calm, collected manner, he shoved his hands deep into his pants' pockets, and walked out.
Haruhi stared after him, her look exasperated and confused. "Senpai!" she called after him. He didn't look back.
"What an over-dramatic," sighed Kunio, wincing as he straightened. "Why do you bother, Haruhi?"
Aiming a glare in his direction, Haruhi didn't reply. Instead, she ran out after Tamaki, who was now a tiny figure down the hall from where she stood.
Kyoya's chair scraped as the Mom of the Host Club pushed it behind him; with long strides he went out after the both of them. Mori scooped Hunny into his arms; Hunny dropped the fork of cake in mid-bite. Giving each other a look and a shrug, Hikaru and Kaoru followed their fellow members. As the two passed Kunio, they dropped a napkin by his feet. "Entertain our guests, will you?" they drawled, eyes closed in a casual manner.
Raising an eyebrow, Kunio scanned his eyes over the many girls that were gathered around him. "Uh…" he said as their faces slowly brightened into evil smirks.
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HAH! Kunio is trapped with FANGIRLS! Never to come out again! Well…I wish…
Sorry, that's a very dead way to end the chapter, isn't it? It was just getting a bit long…and I wanted it to stop…so…I trapped Kunio. To make him sad.
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