It was nice day. Not like weather really mattered though. Sigh. Another day with the Host Club. Light was growing tired of hanging around with these idiots, it seemed as though the only one of all of them that actually had any sense of integrity, as well as a intelligence was Kyouya Ootori. The two were on a general acquaintance bases and Light wasn't prepared to take that any farther. Kyouya had something and someone that Light wanted back; the notebook. That clever little fool thought it smart to re-jog Light's memory in order to play a little game. Idiots. Light was the new God of this world and Kyouya was the only thing standing in his way, had it not been for him then Light might of actually killed off everyone of the Host members. In fact, he planned on doing that as soon as he squared me play kick the can with us!" Honey, the small and annoying, blonde jumped up eagerly in front of Light's person. Tamaki had arranged on this very day that his debt with the Ootori boy.
"Light-Chan! Come play kick the can with us!" Honey, the small and annoying, blonde jumped up eagerly in front of Light's person. Tamaki had arranged on this very day that the Host club would greet each other at the park for an afternoon of simply being 'commoners'(even if Haruhi was off out of town with her dad). That idiot wouldn't know the true meaning of a commoner if it slid into his brain and wrapped itself around the exact factual area of the brain that stored all information necessary. To be a commoner one must be poor, in fact, one must live in a life style at which everything is earned by hard work; just because he liked to play pretend for a day didn't mean he could change a damn thing in this godforsaken hell hole they called Earth.
"Play! Play! Play!" Hikaru and Koaru raised their hands in the air, chanting cheerfully.
Tamaki kicked the can as soon as the wind blew, causing his hair to flow heavenly to one side. It was amazing how well these boys could take being naturally beautiful to being porn star material. Everyone scattered. Light never really did understand this game, what was the purpose? Possibly nothing.
Light shoved his hands in his pockets, looking over to the tree that was just barely a few steps behind him. The foundation of the tree was old but strong, large enough to support it's branches and leaves. Much like Kyouya, besides the old part. It seemed although he was the foundation to the club, the one thing that held all of them in place; it was a miracle he hadn't given up on them by now. The boy was even capable of dragging Light along with them. It must have taken some real skill and a bit of luck from Ryuk, as if the Shinigami had any luck to give. Either way, Kyouya was smart. Unlike any one Light had met. Well, L was smart, but not the way Kyouya was. Perhaps if all went well and Light got the notebook back as promised he could form a partnership with the club. Most would disagree, resulting in their own death, but Kyouya may be smart enough to accept the offer. Light wouldn't share any of the glory with him, no, but he would in fact use him to gain his own power.
He was pulled from his jumbled up thoughts as the members began to form around him. Mori had finished prepared their grilled lunch and everyone seemed to be starved. The fire that just carefully sparked at the now fully cooked meet was dying down as Mori held out the tub full of meat for everyone to grab. He watched as all of his 'friends' squatted on the floor in delightful giggles while chomping down on disgusting, yet oddly enough, to them, appetizing food at which had been made outdoors where anything, including sex diseases, could have blown upon them. Nothing but a bunch of ignorant fools who enjoyed life way too much to even understand it's cruelty.
Each rich in his own way began telling stories of how their weekend was going so far. So far, all Light got out of the entire conversation was how snobby they were being. Of course, Light was forced to join in, taking a seat next to Kyouya. He crossed his legs in a child's position as he leaned forward to address the group straight forward and directly, "I've done nothing so far. After all, it is just the beginning of our two days off, yes?" Light offered a convincing smile as everyone began chit chatting amongst themselves.
It was intriguing enough to evaluate them all. Their social standings, their economic possibilities, their relationships. It was quite obvious to Light, if not everyone else, that Akihisa had taken his own homosexual interest in Kid, who was already so dearly forced into a committed relationship with Naoi even though he didn't know it yet. As for the twins, it became clear to him, no one else, that they were drifting. The two were madly in love when he had joined, homosexually or not it still wasn't clear, but since Yuki joined to make them a trio he had noticed the distance Kaoru had taken from his brother. As for Tamaki and Kyouya, that was quite interesting indeed; Kyouya seemed to lack the affection Tamaki strived to get, and as tables may turn, Tamaki lacked the confidence to confront his boyfriend on it, all in all though, the couple was coming along quite well. Other than that, no other relationships had been formed, or apparent to the naked eye, although..Light did have his curiosity about the two cousins Mori and Mitsukuni. But, anyways, nonetheless, with no point exactly to his little rambling thoughts on the group, they were interesting. It was like watching a society grow and develop only to reproduce nothing so that the only thing that grew was their fascinations and personalities rather than the population itself. Maybe if the boys weren't so self-conceded, they may actually be able to 'recruit' new people to take on in their steps, otherwise, this would be the last year of the Host Club. He knew it, Kyouya knew it, perhaps even Tamaki knew it. Without Mitsukuni or Mori, the club would fall apart in despair due to the loss of a great section in work.
This club was nothing without ALL of it's members.
Light watched as Akihisa lined food up against the grass, one's he had dropped of course, making a fake little train noise, "All aboard!", while Kid was trying to perfect the line by making it perfectly symmetrical, mean while Naoi was lying against the tree, hat covering his face and asleep. Honey was playing a game of 'tag' with the twins and Mori not too far out into the park, seems to him that Honey was winning. He looked around some more, spotting Kyouya and Tamaki snuggled up a few feet away to his left, whereas everyone else was his right. The two were heavily entwined in a deep, moist, so it seemed, kiss. Wasn't it just the other day that Kyouya refused to do anything publicly?
Homosexuals and their odd cravings to do things. He had nothing against those who preferred men over women, but it was kind of new to see them around where he was. You would think that a rich man who could get anything just by the snap of his finger, would much rather have hot women crawling all over him. It wasn't very rare to see homosexuals at Ouran. They were everywhere. Or at least, everywhere near the Host Club. So far no sign of lesbians, besides Renge, but then again, she was part of the Host Club so she just had to have her own interest in the same sex.
Hopefully none of their gayness would rub off on him. As much as he enjoyed a good rub down on sensitive areas by a beautiful man with smooth hands, he was content with his little interest in relationships at all. Just take KyouyaxTamaki for example. Sure they were happy now, but in the end, was it all really going to matter? It wasn't even legal to marry someone of the same sex, let alone declare themselves as in a relationship. And everyone who was anyone knew that as soon as the two families found out about this relationship, Tamaki and Kyouya would be in a hall of their one, perhaps one even worse than they were in now. Maybe he was just intensifying his original accusations of all homosexuals being related to the Host Club, but was that one Sohma boy 'gay' as well? Ah well, he'll figure that out on his own sometime.
"Hey, Akihisa, help me wake up Naoi." Light began to zoom in on Kid and Akihisa's conversation, leaning back onto the grass in a laying position as not to be bothered or accused of eavesdropping.
"Why?"
"Don't ask me why."
"But…I need to know why!"
"Just shut up already, you're going to wake him up!"
"Wake who up?" Naoi spoke cheerfully.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" Light sat up just in time to watch Akihisa and Kid jump up and run away. Naoi had a smirk plastered on his face; damn, he really got them. The kid wasn't as stupid as Light thought. Ha.
The rest of the day went by way too slow. He couldn't even stand how long it took for the Host Club to decide to hit the hay. He was already to get going when Tamaki suddenly giggled loudly and stood up from Kyouya's embrace. "Let's sleep out here! Look at the stars, aren't they beautiful!," He swooned delightfully, "It'll be like we're really camping in the woods!"
"Besides the fact that we're in the park." Light pointed out. "What about hobos?"
"Those exist?"
"Yeah."
"No matter, they can sleep with us!"
"That's a great idea, Tama-chan!" Mitsukuni beamed.
So it was decided. They'd all sleep outside for the night. Mori didn't have the ability or materials to build a fire, so they all pulled out their phones. Each texted their parents, and soon after, fell asleep. Light remained awake. He didn't really mind everyone else getting kidnapped or killed, but her personally didn't feel like getting raped tonight. He could hardly see anything, but he sure could hear the steady breathing of those around him. He had separated himself from the group a bit, as not to be snuggled, because they were, in fact, snugglers. Last Light checked, Kid was in-between both Naoi and Akihisa, their heads cuddled up on his upper chest and his arms wrapped symmetrically around their shoulders. Tamaki was leaned against Kyouya's shoulder, drooling by the sounds of it. The twins were entwined on the opposite side of Naoi, holding hands. Honey was curled up in Mori's arms, who was neatly fashioned against the tree.
Then there was Light. All nicely snuggled up with himself. Just like it was supposed to be. He must of drifted off into sleep at some point because when he opened his eyes, though it felt like he had just blinked, it was bright outside. The shade of the sky had advanced to a pale blue, no clouds, but it really was cold out. It mustn't be earlier than 6am, considering the sun wasn't exactly out. Light shivered as his hands shifted directly over his own arms, trying to get some sort of warmth into his skin; it was useless.
With a defeated sigh, he turned over on his side with a disturbed groan of protest. He froze where he lay and slowly sat up. This close. Had he turned over any further he would have just about snuggled right into a drooling Akihisa that had wandered away from the protection of Kid's arm. Light poked at the boy, trying to nudge him back to the 'sandwich'; he did not want this kid anywhere near him.
"Hey, Kid." Light tried leaning over Akihisa to nudge at Kid. He succeeded of course, but Kid only grunted with a cringe of the nose and yawned. Kyouya sat up, shooting a glare in Light's direction before falling back into a sleeping position. Light knew when he needed to shut-up. He had stayed the night at Kyouya's house enough to know what those looks were all about. Light scooted away from the boys, taking a deep breath and laid his head back down, looking up at the sky. Where was Ryuk? Hm. Kyouya must have left the notebook at home, meaning that Ryuk wouldn't have followed.
An hour or so passed and everyone began to shift, awakening themselves from their sleep. Light was freezing his ass off. It was so nice yesterday, and now this? Then again, it was really early in the morning and the sun hadn't come out yet. He shivered some more, blowing on the palms of his hands that he had cupped in front of his face. Everyone else had a jacket on; unlike them, Light hadn't exactly planned on sleeping out in a public park, only an idiot really results in that kind of scenario. With a roll of the eyes, Light hopped up on his feet, nudging Akihisa over on his stomach. He watched as the boy jumped up in a startled attempt to free the dirt from his mouth. Light burst into a quite laugh, holding out a hand for Aki to take, "Sorry about that, buddy."
"Ahaha. It's okay, Light." Akihisa took his hand, letting him lift him onto his feet. Light noticed the look he got from the small, ignorant boy that really didn't matter, and smirked. It was good to know people here were suspicious and scared of him.
Kid opened his eyes, seeing Naoi beside him and grunted, pushing the boy away. Naoi rolled a few steps away and stood immediately, kicking Kid's side. Kid made a sick like noise and rolled onto his back with some awkward groans that followed. Aki squeaked, charging at Naoi and pushing him over only to knock him on top of Mori and Honey. Mori almost instantly punched Naoi off, causing the small and frail to explode in a fit of blood. As soon as his head hit the floor, Kid crawled over to his side, who was followed by Aki, who was followed by Mori, who was followed by a very upset Honey, who was followed by a very tired Tamaki.
Light felt a light fabric swoosh over his shoulders. The warmth that followed it was accepted happily and he smiled, turning his head to see Kyouya smiling right back at him. It was only a small smile, but it was a smile nonetheless. Light slid his arms into the jacket sleeves, watching as Kyouya made his way to the others. As much as the two hated each other, Light really could find himself falling for a friend like Kyouya Ootori. He kind of reminded Light of L, his old 'best friend', except without the idiotic tactics that so obviously got him no where but his death. Shame that Light couldn't be the one to kill him. Oh well, that was in the past.
Now he was stuck with these people; a whole new society at which he had the chance to become God. In fact, Naoi thought of himself as God; perhaps he was onto something there. Either way, he'd never really know.
Biting down on his lower lip, he made his way over to the crowd, leaning over Kyouya's shoulder to see Naoi. Mori indeed hurt that kid. All the force he had, put down on that body, it had to of been painful. As tough as Light was, he didn't want to get into it with Mori, maybe Honey, but knowing his status in the karate world, he knew better not to.
"Get up." Kid stood up, looking down at Naoi with a stern look.
Naoi grumbled, holding onto his rib cage and pulled himself off the ground with the help of Kid. Light was quite disappointed by this act; had they no sense in pride? Surprisingly enough, it didn't surprise Light with what little attention Naoi gave to the pain he now had. They were all spineless cowards with nothing better to do than 'love' each other. Light knew of love. Before he had the notebook, that is. He used to love his family, his nonexistent, hopefully in the future, girlfriend, his school work, his career. But what he didn't love, was the world. It was stupid. All of it; practically useless unless he restored order, which is exactly his purpose for life. To become God. To serve justice. To right the world. In all of the truth, his intentions were better than most others.
That morning was utterly disastrous and a complete waste of time. Light was glad when it was over. Moist grass licked at the soles of his shoes as he steadily paced himself along the path he chose to his one person home. Birds and bugs made annoying little noises as his feet crunched down on twigs, causing them to flutter away in mock surprise. Ha. As if they couldn't tell he was coming before hand; he was, in fact, making a lot of noise.
Light made his way inside the house, partially slamming the door, without intention, behind him. Once beyond the door, he began slipping off his shoes. With sleeping on the floor and walking home, Light was exhausted, but he was dirty. The body that he walked in from the day he was born was now feeling an odd soreness with every move he made. He had been hit, and hit, shot at, and hit some more, but his bones were never as 'lazy' as they were now. Laziness on a day like this was highly unacceptable.
Perhaps a hot shower would make him feel better. After all, the steam would certainly break a sweat, and he was absolutely smart enough not to fall asleep in water. No one wants to die by drowning. Only idiots did that; it only took true talent to get water caught in your throat and not breath. A real way to go was being stabbed, or shot. But light didn't need to worry about these kind of things, after all, he was going to die as a God, and come back as a Shinigami. A death god, which was amazing, because he was still god either way.
With a heavy sigh, Light pulled off his shoes and headed to the bathroom. The water ran over his fingertips as he checked for the temperature, it was close enough. He fumbled to undo the buttons on his pants, allowing them to fall to his waist just before sliding his boxers off as well. Light took a rough breath that seemed to force itself down his throat rather than ease down. He stepped into the shower, his body becoming completely lathered with silky water at which just barely drizzled against his chest. With a simple chuckle, he dunked his head beneath the steam of water, quickly running his fingers through the now wet hair. The steam that formed just above his head began to fog up the glass that stood as a barrier between him and the rest of the room. His hands slammed down against the shower wall next to him, his body flexing so that the veins, everywhere they were visible, popped out. His theory of a "relaxing" shower seemed to of failed him; this was everything but.
"Damn you, Kyouya Ootori." Light managed to whisper out of pure hatred, allowing small drops of water to wisp away from his lips with every breath.
How had he been pulled into shit like this? Kyouya Ootori. Why did he stick around if the notebook was practically useless in this 'perfect society' of this area? Kyouya Ootori. The boy who's eyes were crisp with little emotion. The boy with arrogant smirks that seemed to leak little satisfaction. The boy that unexpectedly snuck into Light's head and twisted every thought possible. Kyouya Ootori….Light's…one..true….enemy.
A ragged breath escaped Light's lips as he leaned against the other side of the shower; his hands searching the upper part of his bare chest. It was wet in the shower, making it hard to tell sweat from water. What was this? A mental breakdown? Maybe a physical one? It was hard to tell.
Light's body tensed up, his heart pounded, and his breath quickened. All the blood that he figured, until now, existed in his body flowed down south. Without realizing it, Light's mind composed it's own images, thoughts, feelings. Sadly enough, his body had reacted to them. The heat only made it worse; heat typically reminded the male body of the extreme temperatures in a women, just inside the walls of her pelvic area. But, he wasn't thinking of a women. In fact, he was just angry. Angry boners existed? Apparently so, according to the scene before him. It was the excitement of challenge which aroused him; oh how he longed to win. The exhausted sigh of which was victory, the sweat that would rain from his forehead to create his own feeling of completion and success.
Light reached for his manhood with a slight hesitation. He had never done something like this before; it was disgusting yet pleasurable. Before he could cup himself in the simplest bit he heard a knock come from the door. Light broke out in a panic as he wrapped a towel around his waist, managing to make his pelvic area seem stuffed. "Who is it!"
"It's me. Now open the door."
"Who?"