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Chapter 4- A Meeting
Naoko looked up from his paper work in surprise as I finally entered the library which I had missed for so long. I looked around the shelves and squishy armchairs fondly as I inhaled the delicious booky smell which felt so familiar and calming. It was a relief to be back to the place I loved after living in a world of utter madness for three entire days.
"Hi, Naoko!" I greeted warmly, "I've come to give my first report on the Host Club."
Oddly enough, I was even pleased to see him. It was so weird. Three days in hell and suddenly I was glad to see someone who I previously believed to be the most irritating person on the planet. Being at the Host Club did strange things to a person…
"So what have you uncovered?" Naoko asked, hitching his glasses further up his nose and stacking his papers neatly onto his desk. Even whilst conducting a secret operation he still acted like a professional businessman.
"Umm… lots of… interesting things." I replied, not wanting to go into the details.
"What exactly are these things, Miyoko?" he said impatiently, smoothing his shiny black hair.
"The girls love yaoi, particularly twincest, and they also seem to enjoy being harassed by a completely fake and over the top 'prince'. They like cuteness, nerds, emos and 'brotherly love'." I reported, trying to include everything that I'd observed at the club.
It took every muscle on my face to resist the urge to burst into laughter as Naoko, instead of being disturbed by this information like any other sane person, seriously considered it. "Interesting…" he said thoughtfully, "Well then, we will have to incorporate this into our Chess Club immediately. Anything else uncovered?"
He wants more? I thought, small beads of sweat running down my forehead as I watched him write the things I'd told him neatly into a small black notepad. I swear that Naoko is just not normal.
"Um…" I wondered, thinking hard, "Oh – Tamaki's an idiot. And the twins are just obnoxious."
"Excellent work, Miyoko," he congratulated, still as stoic as ever. "Keep on uncovering those secrets. I will make the Chess Club great again."
"Yes sir." I replied, bowing politely. "I'll keep working as hard as possible."
As I walked towards the Library door, I felt a small prickle of dread blossom in the pit of my stomach. What exactly was Naoko going to do with this 'information' on how to attract girls? This better be worth it, I thought grimly as I opened the ancient door of the Library, otherwise I might just go insane.
Closing the door, I breathed a sigh of relief. First interrogation session over. How many would there be left to go? I turned around only to be confronted by the same twin that I had met before. "What have I done this time?" I asked irritably, rolling my eyes in exasperation.
"Nothing." He said innocently, "Why were you in the library?"
"Oh," I said snidely, feigning ignorance, "Is that a crime now? Where's the other one, anyway?"
Why was this guy stalking me? What on Earth had I done to him?
"I didn't tell him about how you spied on us. He get to easily upset and carried away." He replied, "Why were you in the library?"
I froze. Why was he so suspicious of me? "Just because I'm a visitor to the Host Club now doesn't mean that I can't keep my own interests, you know." I answered icily, trying to keep my cover, "Besides, who are you anyway?"
"Stop whatever it is that you're doing. You will only hurt the Host Club as well as yourself." He warned seriously.
I was left stunned as I watched him continue down the corridor. It was as if we had never spoken in the first place. Was I really that obvious?
It was not until he was a small speck right down towards the end of the corridor when I realized that he had never answered my last question. "Hey!" I called, running desperately as fast as I could to catch up with him.
He turned around at the sound of my voice. "What is it?" he asked, confused.
"You didn't answer me," I gasped, bending over in pain (I am the biggest failure at running), "Who are you?"
His yellow cat-like eyes sparkled mischievously as he looked at my dying figure. "If you figure it out, I won't tell what them that you are up to something." he teased, grinning cheekily.
What the? I thought as he ran around the corner and out of sight. For a minute I tried to catch up, but my breathing grew so desperate that I had to give up and stagger to the nearest armchair, my chest heaving.
What had he just said? How was I supposed to figure out who he was, especially without blowing my cover? After only three days of my new 'work', everything was already falling apart.