Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High school Host Club. If I did, I would be a character and I would marry Kyouya. Don't own the other things you recognize here either.
Chapter Summary:
Back in Washington D.C., Junior CIA Team 1 finds something they believe will not help in their investigation. However, they do not realize that they may have found the person that they have been searching for all this time. Maybe Fate has other plans. Meanwhile, Ouran Academy in Japan is preparing for its annual Spring Ball, hosted by the gallant Host Club. At one point during the Ball, Yuri pumps up the party a little bit. And… She seems to gain an admirer in the form of the most unexpected person.
Chapter 11- Birthdays and Balls
8:45 P.M.
CIA Headquarters: Junior Division
Washington, D.C.
U.S.A.
The computer room inside the dorm-like building is empty save for three people: a boy with dark brown hair, a girl with long blonde hair, and the chaperone/computer attendant. The two junior agents are sitting side-by-side in front of one of the computers, busily going through files they have gone over a million times before. They already memorized most of these names, though some are a bit hard to pronounce since they're in Japanese. However, they have to make a sacrifice for their friend's sake. She's stuck in Japan with a dead end to their assignment.
Camille lifted her hand to cover her mouth as she yawned. She and David have been in front of the computer since five o'clock that afternoon when Jake, Mandy, and Dylan finished their hour for investigation and are currently doing their schoolwork. In addition to being secret agents-in-training, they still have to go to regular school. Whenever they have a mission out-of-state or out of the country, their principal (who is an ex-CIA agent) has to make some excuse or other to avoid suspicion from the teachers and the other students. It's nerve-racking to try to explain to their classmates that they are not "principal's pets". Weekends are not even weekends since if they're not attending regular classes, they attend CIA classes for training. The two week vacation every five months and during the holidays is the most sought after times of the year. Camille wished she could go on one now.
"Hey, no slacking," David said, noticing her yawn. "We have to finish this by nine o'clock and at least come up with something to send to Kathy."
The girl rolled her eyes. "Well, sor-ry. It's not my fault I had to come home late because of the film festival. I'm the Secretary and if I want to become President senior year, I have to show my loyalty and willingness to sacrifice for the Film Club."
"Yeah, yeah. Let's just try to come up with something. Please?"
"All right already. Sheesh Mr. Crankypants. You seriously need a girlfriend."
"Don't involve my status as a single man here."
"Single man? Are you sure-."
"Ahem." The Computer Attendant looked at them sternly. "Miss Fitzpatrick, Mister Reese, when the two of you requested to stay later in the computer room because of research and investigation, I gave my permission. I'm pretty certain it does not involve arguing over something superficial as the fact that Mister Reese can't get a girlfriend."
David blushed. "Sorry Mr. Li," they replied.
He nodded at the two and returned to his work while David and Camille went back to their research, neither one talking to the other. A few minutes later, a picture caught Camille's eye. She pointed at the monitor. "Click that," she ordered. David did so. The picture filled the screen and underneath the picture, is some background information. "How come we've never checked her out before?" she asked.
"Uh… Because that 'she' is a 'he'?" David answered. "Can't you tell?"
"Can't you tell?" Camille threw back. "She's a girl."
"He's a boy."
"Oh yeah? Then, why is 'he' in this list?"
"Because when we did our search, it turned up with both male and female results. That explains why he's in here and not on our previous searches. Besides, can't you see? He's wearing the boy's uniform."
Frustrated, Camille grabbed the mouse from David and scrolled down to the name. "Haruhi Fujioka," she whispered. "Is that a girl's name or a guy's?"
"Hold on." David took the mouse and opened a new window. He typed in the name and the result came up. "It's unisex but mostly used for guys. See?"
Camille sighed, giving in. "Right. Whatever. But I swear-."
"Cami, just leave the mystery of this guy's gender alone."
"Kids, your time's up," Mr. Li said, getting up from his desk. "I have to close up."
Sighing, they closed the window and shut down the computer, upset and disgruntled that they were not able to find anything to help Kathy in Japan. They picked up their numerous folders and saying good-bye to Mr. Li, left the computer room. But before heading towards the common rooms where the rest of their team is waiting, Camille looked back at the blank computer they were just in. She could have sworn that that person is a girl. It's totally obvious. But never mind. 'He' or 'She' wasn't in their list in the first place. As they approached the common room, Camille mentally kicked herself. She realized that they should have checked that person's background information before leaving. What was the name again? Crap! I can't remember!
"Dave? Do you remember the name of the last person we checked?" she asked, praying to God that he does.
"Hmm… Haru… Hiro… Last name sounded like Fiji or something… Can't really remember. Why?"
Ugh!... "Never mind."
_ _ _
Ouran Academy
Bunkyo, Tokyo
Japan
"Hmmm… I think this one looks better," Hikaru said.
"Yeah, but don't you think the color will make her look paler than usual?" Kaoru replied. "It's too dark."
Hikaru looked at the picture of the black tuxedo again. "You're right. Good eye my dearest brother."
"Thank you equally dearest brother. Hmmm… How about this one?"
"Nah. It doesn't bring out her eyes as much. And we want her eyes to sparkle with the lights now don't we?"
"Right you are. Okay, next batch." Kaoru placed the first group of pictures of tuxedos of different colors and styles aside and took out a new stash from his backpack.
The Host Club is not starting for another forty-five minutes so they decided to take this time to choose a new tuxedo for Haruhi for Friday's Spring Ball, hosted by themselves of course. Their Barbie Doll is, however, not interested. She has her studies to look after and she couldn't care less about what she wears for the Ball. It's just another one of those parties that Tamaki enjoys so much. Hopefully, this time, they won't make her dress up as a girl and pretend to like a guy to make his fiancée jealous in order to get them together. Nope, she will absolutely refuse this time.
Meanwhile, the other hosts are minding their own business. Tamaki is at the piano where he seems to be found frequently these days with one song or another from Yuri's collection. Hunny is taking his nap while Mori sits close by like a protective mother hen, reading a shojo manga. Kyouya is at his laptop, as usual, making the final arrangements for Friday's event. The door opened and in came Yuri with a weary look on her face. Haruhi looked up from her English notes to greet her. When she replied with a weak "Hello", Haruhi furrowed her eyebrows in concern.
"Are you okay?" she asked. "You look… Exhausted."
Yuri shook her head. "Nah… I'm okay. Just a little stressed. A little rest before the club will do me some good."
"Alright." Haruhi paused. "By the way, where were you again at lunch today? You didn't skip meals did you?"
"Um… No," she replied nervously. "I had something to take care of. So I ate my lunch in the classroom today. Sorry for making you worry."
"Oh I see." Haruhi gave her a doubtful look. Yuri smiled as genuinely as she could until Haruhi finally went back to her studying.
As she passed by the twins, they held up a picture of a red tuxedo. "Hey Yuri, do you think red looks good on Haruhi?" the two asked.
Yuri examined the picture and grimaced. "A red dress definitely but a red tuxedo? Nuh-uh."
They placed their thumb and index fingers under their chins as they examined the outfit. Finally, they nodded. "She's right." They thanked her quickly before returning to the rest of the pictures.
Since no one seems to pay her any more attention, she headed towards Tamaki at the piano. She looked over his shoulders. "Crash and Burn by Savage Garden," she stated. "Good choice senpai." She looked over at a sleeping Hunny. "And it seems to lull Hunny-senpai to sleep."
"Yes Yuri," he replied, flamboyantly. "The melody issweet and very lulling. This very song reflects our bond in the Host Club. We are always at each other's call, breaking each other's fall, lifting each other up and flying away into the night…"
Yuri and Haruhi sweatdropped as they just watched and listened to Tamaki improvising on the lyrics. The twins couldn't care less about what the Prince is saying so they just ignored him. Besides, they already know the song. They found it on Yuri's iPod when they were rummaging through her book bag one day while she was preparing tea in the pantry. They thought that it was one of those "metallic" songs that Haruhi let them listen to once before because of the words "crash" and "burn". However, it turned out to be a really soft song instead.
Yuri shook her head and gently interrupted the upperclassman. "Here senpai. I thought you'd like this." She handed him some papers. "I found it at the back of my collection yesterday. I forgot I even had it."
Excitedly, Tamaki took the composition and read the title. "Je na'i pas de mots? Is this in French?"
"Just the title. The rest of the song is in English. I think you'll like it though."
Tamaki smiled gratefully at her. "I have no words," he translated, positioning the papers so he can play it. "Arigatou Yuri."
"No problem."
She headed towards the pantry to get the tea ready. With the door open, she can hear Tamaki beginning to play the song. As she poured hot water on the teapots, she is surprised to hear him beginning to sing.
Come near and stand by me, baby, he sang. Close enough to reach out and pull you still closer. All that is swelling within me must be a language I've never spoken till there was you. I fumbled try but I stumbled. Over all my heart wants to say now…
She smiled as she added the teabags.
Je n'ai pas de mots, nothing seems to say the way you move me, rushing through me. Je n'ai pas de mots, But a promise has been made you can believe this, from the first kiss. It's good that I don't have to speak to know that it's real… Je n'ai pas de mots…
When she found that piece after it fell out of her binder last night, she knew that she has to give Tamaki a copy. Maybe through the song, he'll realize his true feelings. His true feelings for her friend Haruhi Fujioka which he seems to deny every time it comes up. She looked out the open door to see that Haruhi had looked up from her notebook and is now listening to Tamaki, intently. Upon closer inspection, she noticed the pink tints on her friend's cheeks and giggled. Yuri is no expert in love… But this one is just plain obvious that she can't believe both are so oblivious to it!!!
As she listened to the Prince's singing while cutting today's cake into delicate little slices, she sighed guiltily. She lied to Haruhi... Again. She's been skipping lunch for the last couple of days, the bento box she would prepare left in her locker (don't worry, she takes it home and eats it there). No, she's not trying to look thin or anything. Besides, she couldn't care less about her weight as long as she's healthy and can still move agilely. Nope. It's not about her weight… It's about her assignment.
Since she came to a dead end, without the slightest clue of a possible candidate to be the ambassador's niece, she decided to re-interview those fifteen candidates during her free times like lunch and before the Host Club. When she started asking them questions a while back with the pretense of mere curiosity, at first, they answered as sincerely as they could. Eventually, they began to get annoyed and gently turned down answering any more questions. And when she started using her lunch periods and time before the Host Club to approach (actually, more like stalk) them again this week and the last, the annoyance and feelings of unwelcome are more apparent as they "politely" asked her to buzz off… Which is why she is very frustrated and very exhausted. At least Tamaki's playing the piano is actually calming her.
After placing the teapots on different trays with cups and saucers and placing the sliced cakes back inside the refrigerator, Yuri left the pantry, hoping to catch a little catnap before another day of entertaining. Unfortunately, that is not to be. As soon as she closed the door, she found that Haruhi had returned to her notes, Tamaki is playing a different song, and the twins have decided on a simple, midnight blue tux for Haruhi and are now busy deciding on… **Shudder**… Dresses… For her.
"I think this looks cute on Yuri." Hikaru held up a plain baby pink chiffon gown with thick straps that can be tied at the back of her neck.
"Nah, the color is right but the style is too concealing. This will look cuter on her." Kaoru showed his twin a picture of a white strapless gown with a see through skirt from the knees and down towards the hem and an embroidery of silver roses. "This will give us a lovely view of her legs."
Yuri snatched both pictures from their hands and crossed her arms. "Excuse me but what exactly are you two doing?"
They grinned up at her. "Picking a dress for you."
She grimaced. "And why is that?"
Their grins were replaced with confused looks. "For the Spring Ball we're hosting on Friday of course."
"The Spring Ball in which we, the Hosts, go dateless since we are meant to be enjoyed by many of the lovely ladies of Ouran!" Tamaki added. He pulled out a picture of a strapless burgundy cocktail dress with frills and lots of lace. "And this is the perfect dress for you my dear daughter!"
"Oh. That." She almost forgot about the Ball. "Look, I never said I was going. And no way in hell am I wearing that dress senpai."
Tamaki went to his corner of woe solemnly at her rejection while the twins tilted their heads to the side. "You're not going? Why?"
She shook her head. "Parties like that aren't really my thing. I mean, I went to school dances back in America but I'm usually in the corner next to the nachos and the pretzels. Besides, it's not even a regular club meeting."
"Even so, you have to attend. It may not be a club meeting but it is still a club event." The reply came from Kyouya who did not look up from his laptop. "You are a member of the Host Club and your presence is required."
"But senpai," Yuri protested, giving the pictures back to the twins. "I probably won't get customers anyway. The whole 'hostess phenomena' died down last week. I barely get customers anymore. Not that I'm complaining but still. I'll be bored to death if I go."
"On the contrary. Many of your frequent customers have informed me that they are coming to the Ball. In addition, Tamaki decided to open the Spring Ball to the rest of the student body and not just to our customers so you can be certain that you will be busy."
Yuri groaned and Kyouya smirked. She's so cute when… Wait… What? Kyouya felt the blood rush to his cheeks as he realized what he almost thought. Kami! What is he thinking? Breathing to calm himself at the sudden revelation, he cleared his throat. "Besides, if you do not attend, I will have no choice but to increase your debt."
Curse you Kyouya Ootori! the poor victim yelled in her head. She scoffed. "Whatever."
"Oh yes. I almost forgot." He smirked at her. "Happy Birthday."
Her eyes opened wide. How did he-?
"It's your birthday?" five voices, yes including the ever silent Mori, asked.
Haruhi looked up from her notes, Hikaru and Kaoru abandoned their pictures, Tamaki came out of his corner, and Mori had placed his shojo manga aside. All of them are looking expectantly at her. "Um… Yeah," she admitted. "But it's not that big of a deal."
But those words did not keep Tamaki from tackling "his darling daughter." "You grow up so fast!" he mused, cuddling her. As soon as her "father" let go of her, the twins took their place hugging her so tight and rubbing their cheeks against hers that she thought that she's going to die with loss of oxygen. Thankfully, Haruhi demanded that they let go of Yuri or suffer the consequences.
Hunny must have heard the commotion since he woke up, rubbing his eyes cutely. "What's happening Takashi?" he asked, sleepily. He should have gone to his dark mode for being untimely awakened but he is curious of the crowd gathered around Yuri. "It's Yuri's birthday today," his taller cousin answered.
In an instant, his eyes shined and he is now fully wide-awake. "Really? Her birthday?" He jumped out of the couch, grabbed his Usa-chan, and bounded gleefully towards Yuri. "Yu-chan! Happy Birthday!" And like a child, he jumped into her arms and she almost fell over from his weight if not for the twins' quick hands and grabbed her before the two fell on the floor. "What do you want for your birthday? How about some cake? I think we have candles somewhere. Let's go!"
Before Yuri can say anything, Hunny had dragged her towards the pantry, Mori behind them. When they were out of eyesight, the others turned to Kyouya.
"How did you know it's her birthday senpai?" Kaoru asked.
"When I looked up her school files, it was listed," he answered.
"Man, I feel guilty now," Hikaru said, sheepishly. "I mean, she's our friend and we don't even know her birthday. We didn't even get her a present."
Haruhi looked thoughtfully towards the pantry. "I don't think she expected anything today. Why do you think she hid her birthday from us? I think… She doesn't want to bother any of us for a gift or anything."
They stood in silence, the only sounds coming from Hunny inside the pantry and Yuri's awkward replies. After a while, the three emerged, Mori carrying one of the cakes that Yuri didn't slice yet. He placed it on a table and Hunny called for the others to gather around the cake to sing "Happy Birthday."
"Guys, you don' have to," Yuri began.
But they ignored her and started singing. In the outside, she's blushing, embarrassed, and avoiding their eyes. But on the inside, she's smiling, happy. Her birthdays were always just greetings, a few gifts here and now; she was always too busy that she sometimes forgets her own special day. She would get little gifts from her mom, her team, and Kaori would send a package of something. Even her dad and the rest of her stepfamily never fail to send a present. But how did Kyouya know about her birthday? Today, she acted like any other day. No difference. No skip in her step or shine in her eyes. Just the usual. Just like any other birthday she had for the last seven years since her parents' divorce. The time when she finally stopped caring.
Hunny placed a candle in the middle of the cake and Mori lighted it. They told her to make a wish. She raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"
Haruhi touched her arm, smiling encouragingly. "No one's going to sue you, I promise."
Hmm… Why not? she thought, closing her eyes. The birthday girl racked her brain for something random. Hmm… I've always wanted a new cellphone. Opening them, she started to say, "I wish for-." Then, she stopped. Something else came up. The others waited, patiently. "I wish to find what I've been looking for," she whispered and blew the candle.
The Hosts clapped and Hunny cheered. Before she knew it, Yuri found herself smiling so wide, her cheeks hurt.
"How old are you today Yu-chan?"
"Sixteen senpai."
"Wow, you're all grown up now!"
"I guess… Hehe…"
"Yuri, you have to let us take you somewhere! For your birthday!" the twins pleaded.
"We'll take Haruhi with us so we can double date!" Hikaru said.
"Double date?" Yuri and Haruhi chorused.
"Double date!" the twins replied. "What do you say?"
The two girls looked at each other then back at the twins. "No."
"Aw man," they grumbled. "At least let us take you out."
"Yes my daughter! Let Daddy treat you today! It's the least we could do for not getting you anything for your birthday."
They, and by 'they' I mean Tamaki, Hunny, and the twins, looked pleadingly and hopefully at her.
"Um… I don't know…"
"Come on Yu-chan. Plllleeeeaaasssseeee?!"
Hunny is just so cute that Yuri found herself saying, "Alright. But nowhere fancy."
They cheered happily and started talking about where to take her. Ignoring her request, Kyouya took out his cell phone to make reservations to a fancy sounding restaurant.
"Are you sure about this Yuri?" Haruhi asked worriedly.
She shrugged. "Think about it Haruhi. Free food."
"Hmm… I guess you're right."
_ _ _
A/N: Phone Conversation
That Night…
Akiyama Household
Yuri's Bedroom
"… we're sorry Kath," Camille said. She's the only one talking to Yuri since the others are occupied with one thing or another. "We tried our best. Really. But the Japanese ambassador is still in Ohio and won't be back in D.C. for another week. So, no new information from him if there ever is something 'til then."
Yuri sighed, solemnly as she headed towards her window seat and hugged her knees to her chest. "Damn… I was really hoping there would be good news. I mean, my interview with the possible candidates almost turned into interrogations. I pretty much destroyed what little reputation I have in school. If not for the Host Club, I'd probably be considered a curious-minded outcast who loves to poke her nose in other people's business."
"We're so sorry Kathy."
Yuri sighed. "It's fine. It's not your fault that we're in this mess. But then again, Commander Johnson would have still picked me whether we I disobeyed his orders or not."
She heard Camille about to say something then hesitate. "What is it?" she asked, curious. "Cami?"
"Well… I did find something but I don't think it will help much. There's this per-."
BEEP!
"Oh, wait, hold on Cam. I'm getting another call."
"Oh. Okay."
Yuri pressed the "Flash Button" and placed the phone back in her ear. "Hello?"
"Hello mi'ja."
She gave a start. "Mom?!"
"Hello sweetie." Her mother's voice is playful. "You have some explaining to do."
"Um… Okay. Can you hold on a sec? Camille's on the other line."
"Of course dear."
She quickly switched back to Camille. "Hey Cam. My mom's on the other line and I think she wants to talk. Can you guys call me back?"
"Oh, sure. We'll call you tomorrow. We have to leave for school in a few."
"Okay. Thanks."
"Happy Birthday Kathy."
"Thanks. Say bye to the others for me."
"Will do. Bye."
"Bye."
She heard the other line go dead and went back to her mom.
"Mama?"
"Still here mi'ja."
The young girl giggled nervously. "Ola mama. Como estas?"
"Bien mi amor. Are you trying to soften me up with Spanish?"
"Uh… Kinda?"
"Well… You have some explaining to do. And I'm pretty sure you know what it is."
Yuri sweatdropped. "Um… About that… I'm sorry I haven't called you since I left. I thought you'd be busy."
"Too busy for my own daughter?" Her mother is playfully chastising her. "No, never honey. Anyway, I called to say Happy Birthday."
Yuri smiled. "Thanks mom."
"You know, if you were here right now and not there in Japan on your assignment, I would throw you a Sweet Sixteen party whether you like it or not. I mean, you refused your Quinceneara and you can't take away a mother's happiness of throwing my daughter a huge party in honor of her becoming a woman…"
The teenager just shook her head, fondly as she listened. Unfortunately, she did not turn up to be the girly-girl her mother hopes for. But, hey, she tries.
"By the way, the CIA forwarded your Dad's birthday package to me. Thank him the next time you see him okay?"
Yuri pursed her lips. "Oh yeah… Um… About that…" She paused. Before leaving America, her mother requested that she let her father know of her whereabouts. Unfortunately, Yuri did not do as she asked. "Mom, I was going to tell you…"
"Yes?"
"Erm… You see… It was really complicated… And…"
Her mother groaned. "Katherine Yuri Martinez Inoue!"
Yuri winced. She hates it when her mom calls her by her full name.
"Do you mean to tell me that all this time, your father does not have the slightest idea that you're in Japan?!"
"Um… No ma'am-."
"And neither do Kimiko-san?"
As much as she likes her stepmother, Yuri doesn't tell her anything. "Uh… No… She doesn't-."
"Ugh… Kathy…" Her mother sighed. "What am I going to do with you? When is this gonna end?"
"I'm sorry Mom." Yuri felt a twinge of guilt. She hates upsetting her mother. "But, you know me. I can't-."
"You always say that mi'ja. But it's been seven years. Don't you think it's time? I talked to your Obaa-san as well and I'm pretty sure she told you about this."
The young girl did not answer. She just twisted bits of pink streaked black hair from her side ponytail. She heard her mother sigh at her silence.
"All right. I'm not going to make you declare peace with your Dad. That's up to you. But please, at least try."
Yuri breathed in deeply and nodded though her mother can't see. "Okay. I will."
"Anyway, that aside, how's your assignment? How far have you gotten so far?"
Yuri sighed. "Nothing. I have no leads. The rest of the team in Washington can't find anything either. This is so hard mom. That ambassador's niece is really this huge mystery." She paused. "I don't know if I can do this."
"Mi'ja. Remember what I used to tell you?"
The young girl furrowed her eyebrows. "Treat your peers with respect?"
"Well… Yes… But, no, the other one."
"Um… Not sure I recall…"
"Open your eyes and look around you because the very thing that you're searching for might be right in front of you."
"Oh, right." She sighed. "I'll try."
"I know you Kathy. You get caught up in your work so much that you sometimes miss the very thing that you need. Slow down, okay? You'll be back in America in no time.
She nodded. "Yes mama. Thanks."
She's guessing that her mother is either smiling or frowning right now at the silence.
"Mi'ja? I have to tell you something."
Yuri waited. When her mother did not reply, she said, "Sure, what is it?"
Her mother took a deep breath. "Kathy, I-." The sound of the doorbell broke off what her mother is about to say. "Hold on sweetie."
Yuri heard shuffling, the door opening, and a man's voice say, "Good morning Alex. Ready to go?"
Who on Earth is that? Yuri thought, not recognizing the voice.
"I'll be right there Jeremy," her mother answered. She returned to Yuri. When she spoke, her voice sounds sad. "Honey. I'm so sorry but I have to go now. A friend of mine just came to pick me up for work. You'll be alright, si?"
"Si mama. I miss you."
"I miss you too mi'ja. Bye for now. I love you."
"Bye. Love you too." The line went dead and Yuri stared blankly at the cordless phone on her hand then put it down on the window seat in front of her. She turned her head to look out into the starless night. She really missed her mom. But who on Earth is this Jeremy person who pciker her mom up for work? Her mom can drive. Yuri knows a couple of her mom's guy friends since she practically grew up with their kids but knows no Jeremy. Maybe a friend she met through a friend? Or a new co-worker? She really hopes that her mom is alright all by herself in New York. Well… Her mother has been living alone for five years while she's in the CIA. But, Yuri's not just a few hours this time if anything comes up.
Exhausted, she sighed and leaned back on the window sill. Thoughts about that afternoon entered her mind. The Host Club took her and Haruhi to this fancy restaurant after the club despite her request not to. Their excuse is that this restaurant is one of the cheapest that they know. So, she and Haruhi had no choice but to oblige since they're both hungry, especially Yuri since she skipped lunch. Haruhi was a little disappointed though. The place did not have any ootoro since it was a French Restaurant.
Knock. Knock.
The young girl turned her head towards the door. "Come in."
Kaori came in smiling. She is carrying a medium-sized rectangular box. "Was that Auntie Alex?" she asked, placing the box on top of the bed.
"Yeah. She called to wish me a Happy Birthday."
"Ah. I see." Her cousin sat on the bed and patted the box. "Speaking of your birthday. I have something for you."
Yuri giggled as she got off the window seat. "You didn't have to you know. Your attempt to bake me a cake was enough." But nevertheless, she opened the box, mild excitement on her face. When she saw what was inside, she caught her breathe as her mouth dropped open. It's a dress. A simple but beautiful satin cocktail dress. Though Rose pink is not really her color per se, she's willing to make an exception for this one. The dress is sleeveless, laced v-neck, silver sequined just under the bust, and a simple frill at the hem. (A/N: A picture of the dress is on my profile.)
"Kaori… Wow… This is… I mean… I don't know what to say."
Kaori just giggled. "Aiko and I found it on sale at the mall last Saturday when you and Haruhi were grocery shopping. I tried to find one in a darker color as your style but none of the colors seem to compliment you except for this. You see, when you told me that you're not going to the Spring Ball because you didn't bring anything formal to wear, I thought, hey, since it's the week of your birthday, why not?" She smiled fondly when Yuri picked up the dress, went to the full-length mirror and pressed the dress onto her body. "Well, do you like it?"
"I love it!" Yuri replied, delighted. "It's… It's not my usual style but I really love it! It's so beautiful!"
Her older cousin clapped. "I'm so glad!" She got up to stand behind her cousin in front of the mirror. "You deserve to look like a princess for your sixteenth birthday after all."
There is a silent pause as Yuri admired the dress. She's not girly. But that doesn't mean she can't admire a beautiful thing when she sees it. "Thank you," she finally said, filled with overwhelming gratitude.
Kaori giggled again as she took off Yuri's hair tie and began to make plans on what to do to her hair on Friday. "Your welcome. You know, I have some accessories that would look very nice with this dress. I'll go get them."
Giggling like a teenager, she quickly left the room to get the jewelry. Meanwhile, Yuri turned back to looking at herself in the mirror. She has to admit, the dress does kind of compliment her. Back in America, it would be Camille who would dress her and Mandy up when she thinks their outfit is "too plain" or "does not work at all."
Smiling to herself, she ran her hand over the dress' smooth skirt and fingered the delicate sequins. Then, her thoughts went to the Birthday wish she made that afternoon. A thought occurred to her. When she made that wish, she wasn't really referring to the ambassador's niece. No. She was referring to something else. But what? To find what I'm searching for… What exactly am I searching for?
_ _ _
April 1st
First Day of Spring
6:00 P.M.
Welcome to the annual Spring Ball hosted by the Host Club!
"You two have fun now," Kaori said, as her cousin and her friend got out of the car. "I'll pick you girls up at eleven."
"Arigatou for the ride Kaori-san," Haruhi said, bowing in gratitude.
"Don't mention it Haruhi-chan," she replied. "Well, I'm off."
Both girls waved as they watched the car disappear. When it is finally out of sight, they turned and headed up the path towards Ouran Academy. Yuri must admit though, Haruhi looks really cute and adorable in her dark blue tuxedo set and a white rose on the jacket pocket. Meanwhile, Yuri is wearing her dress with a pair of silver high heels, two pink bangles and a pair of dangling Sakura Blossom earrings that Kaori lent her, and a golden circular locket. Her hair is in a half ponytail, expertly curled, and tied with a white ribbon. She wore no make-up except for a dash of powder and her favorite lemonade-flavored lip gloss. Oh yeah… And she has a black leather jacket over the dress to ward off the chill of the evening. Some things just never change.
"Are you okay Yuri? You look a little… Uncomfortable."
"I am uncomfortable Haruhi. I wish I could wear flats instead. These heels are killing me."
"But they're only two inches." Haruhi smiled at her teasingly.
"Even so, heels are heels," Yuri insisted. "You're lucky. I wish I could be you."
"This is one reason I don't mind dressing up as a boy. I don't have to suffer the evils of high heels."
The two laughed, wholeheartedly as they headed towards the Ballroom that the Hosts booked for the night. Sometimes, Yuri really does wonder… How on Earth do they get their ways so easily?
The Ballroom is finally in sight. When they entered, they gasped. Everything is so… Fancy! There are two tables, one on either side of the grand room, piled high with every food imaginable and circular tables with fancy centerpieces on either side of the room for the guests. There are also expensive looking ice sculptures and candelabras on each table. The crystal chandeliers gave off bright lights that almost bounce over the room. A giant red-carpeted stage has been installed at the front center and they can see the Hosts talking near it. Everyone is dressed formally. All the guys are dressed in fancy suits and tuxes and all the girls are wearing fancy floor length dresses and ball gowns with diamonds and pearls and whatnot.
"I feel inferior," Yuri commented, thunderstruck. She can't believe this! She actually feels insecure, for once! Since when did that happen? She never used to care. Her outward appearance was never an issue before.
"What do you mean?" Haruhi said, surprised. "You look great tonight."
"Haha… Right," she replied sarcastically. She wants to run away. She wants hide under a table. She wants to run to the Third Music Room and lock herself in the pantry with Hunny's beloved cakes. I'm getting out of here. I don't care if Kyouya-senpai increases my debt. But before she can maker her escape, two pairs of arms grabbed her.
"My, don't you look lovely tonight," Hikaru said in a seductive tone.
"You sure clean up nice Yuri," Kaoru added.
Both are wearing black tuxes, a dark yellow rose on Hikaru and light yellow on Kaoru. Yuri furrowed her eyebrows in annoyance. "What is that supposed to mean?!"
They ignored her question. "Although we wish you wore one of our mother's designs," Kaoru continued.
"But we suppose what you're wearing will do," Hikaru finished.
"What do you two mean when you said that I clean up good?!"
They continued to not answer and proceeded to fawn over Haruhi now, who wished she had run away when she had the chance. But she can't leave her friend behind at the hands of these perverted twins. "Anyway, Tono has been waiting for you two to arrive so we can begin the formal introduction," they said, towing the two girls towards the stage. On the way, Yuri noticed some of her frequent customers. Kyouya wasn't bluffing when he told her that they would come.
_ _ _
"On behalf of the Host Club, I wish to thank you all for coming to our annual Spring Ball," Tamaki announced. He is wearing a white tuxedo with a red rose. The others are standing behind him, smiling 'til their cheeks hurt. "Now, please enjoy the night."
The guests began to spread out. Some, mostly the guys, went to the buffet table. Some are dancing with their dates. Most, meaning many of the girls, however gathered at the foot of the stage, eagerly awaiting their favorite host to step down and dance with them. Sure enough, as soon as Tamaki's foot connected with the floor, a girl came forward quickly, beating many others, and asked him to dance. He gladly obliged and led the girl to the dance floor. Then, Hikaru and Kaoru were paired off with two giggling first years while Haruhi had trouble determining which of the two girls who asked her came forward first. Soon, only Kyouya, Hunny, Mori, and Yuri are left standing beside the stage.
"Awww… Yu-chan… You look sooo kawaii!" Hunny commented, smiling cutely at her. He is wearing a cream-colored tuxedo with a yellow rose.
"Oh. Thanks Hunny-senpai," Yuri replied, blushing a little. "You look kawaii yourself."
"I do! Don't I?" he exclaimed happily. Then, he suddenly frowned. "Hmmm… I'm a little hungry. Let's get some cake Takashi!"
"Okay," Mori agreed. He is wearing a dark blue tuxedo with a red rose.
"Do you want to come Yu-chan?" Hunny asked, as he headed towards the circular table near the stage, the Host Club's table. Propped up on one of the chairs is Usa-chan. Hunny picked him up.
"No thanks senpai, but don't you think you should have a normal dinner first before dessert?"
"Don't worry. I'll have room." Side by side, Mori and Hunny made their way towards the Buffet table.
So, the only two left now are Kyouya and Yuri. There is an awkward silence. "Umm… You look good senpai," Yuri said, in an attempt to strike up a conversation.
"Thank you. So do you Yuri though I think you should remove the jacket," he replied. "It doesn't agree with the atmosphere."
She looked at him disbelievingly. "What on Earth do you have against my leather jacket?"
He fixed his glasses. "Nothing except that you look a little…"
"Gangster?" she offered. She often gets mistaken as one when she wears it back in America, especially if it's with dark clothes and she is found loitering in deserted alleys.
"Gangster is such a strong word. I would say, out of place." He grinned teasingly at her. She replied with a sarcastic smile and headed towards the Host Club's table where she left her purse. Kyouya watched as she shrugged out of the jacket and placed it behind her chair. Now that the upper part of her dress is uncovered, her slender arms revealed, and her curves more apparent, he can feel something twisting inside him as his breathing suddenly stopped. She looks like… She looks like she just stepped out of a Greek myth… She's the only one among the girls who is dressed simply yet she still looks… But he doesn't even want to finish that sentence. Who knows what word it will end in?
Yuri turned around to look at him. "Happy?"
He cleared his throat and did not answer. Instead, he turned back to watching the dancers. Confused by his reaction, she just shrugged and headed towards the Buffet table.
_ _ _
"Yuri-san?"
The sixteen year old girl turned around, a piece of carrot stick between her lips. It's Nekozawa wearing a black tuxedo underneath his ever-present black cloak. She never knew he would be the type to go to these types of functions. And besides, the lights are so bright she wonders how he can handle it with that phobia of his.
"Hey senpai, nice seeing you here," she greeted, smiling. She picked up another piece of the orange vegetable. "Carrot stick?"
He shook his head. "No, thank you."
She shrugged. "Okay then." She took a bite of the carrot. "Hmmm… You look great tonight senpai. I must admit, I wasn't expecting you to come. With all these lights, I though you would avoid it at all cost."
"I must admit as well that I don't know why I decided to come. But I'm glad I did. You look beautiful Yuri-san."
She blushed lightly. "Thank you."
They stood in silence for a while, watching everybody else. Finally, he cleared his throat. "W-W-Would you like to dance?" he stammered, nervously.
Not noticing, Yuri shrugged and said "Sure."
Offering her his arm, Nekozawa led her to a dark corner of the Dance Floor and soon, they are waltzing. Yuri began to strike up a random conversation to which he replies his best.
_ _ _
How inappropriate, Kyouya thought.
What do you mean inappropriate? This is a Ball you know, a voice answered. They're supposed to dance.
Still, he took her to a secluded corner. That's inappropriate.
You know about Nekozawa's fear of lights. Yuri is being considerate.
Hmph.
Can it be that you're jealous Kyouya?
Jealous? Me? I have no reason to be jealous. Leave me alone stupid voice in my head!
I can't because I am you baka!
Kyouya shook his head as violently as he can to get rid of the thoughts. He sighed in relief as soon as he is no longer thinking about Yuri and Nekozawa dancing in a dark corner… This is good. Lots of people. Definitely higher profits. Good business….
"Ne, look at that Kaoru." Hikaru's voice interrupted Kyouya's thoughts of profits. "Nekozawa-senpai seems really smitten by Yuri."
"I know, it's so weird," his twin brother answered. "I can never picture him having an interest in girls, especially Yuri. I mean, he barely knows her."
Great. Now he's back to thinking about Yuri, Nekozawa, and a dark secluded corner. And aren't these twins supposed to be entertaining? Oh, good, Yuri's done dancing with him. She's on her way to the Buffet table… And is intercepted by another guy. She looked longingly at the tray of fancy cheese balls but nevertheless, took on the guy's offer to dance with her. Kyouya gritted his teeth. Calm down Kyouya. Breathe deeply. And tell these twins to find their customers. Getting his composure back, Kyouya barked at Hikaru and Kaoru to stop slacking and find a customer or two. Most preferably two.
"Okay, okay, sheesh senpai," Kaoru said, as the two began to walk away. "You're a little cranky tonight."
"Must be all the lights," Hikaru replied, grinning. "He is the Shadow King you know."
Before Kyouya can retort, the twins have disappeared, their teasing chuckles still echoing in his ears. They're right… Not about the lights… About the crankiness… Why does he feel so disturbed?
_ _ _
Two hours later…
"Why isn't anybody dancing anymore?" Tamaki cried, desperately.
Indeed, their guests are all sitting down, eating and talking. The Dance Floor, which was full before, is now completely deserted. Meanwhile, the hosts are also sitting and eating dinner. They needed a break. Their feet are aching from dancing nonstop. Especially the only one among them who is wearing high heels.
"Maybe they're just hungry senpai," Haruhi answered, scooping lasagna into her mouth. "We're not super human you know. We need to eat." She swooned for a moment at the taste. "Besides, the food is delicious. How can anyone not eat it?"
Yuri, over a plate of chicken and rice, observed their guests. Most of them, who looked excited moments ago, look bored. Well… Maybe because most of them didn't have dates and settled for waiting for their favorite host to dance with them. Which takes some patience since there are fifty or so girls waiting in line. Seriously, these girls have to learn to enjoy themselves without a host. They can dance with their friends… Okay, they can't do that 'cause the only music playing are waltzes and sonatas and other classical pieces appropriate for a Victorian Ball or whatever. If only…
A light bulb clicked at the top of Yuri's head. She looked up at Kyouya who is sitting across from her. "Kyouya-senpai? Where exactly is the music coming from? I don't see a band or an orchestra."
"Oh. That would be from the speakers," he answered. "I did hire a professional orchestra but their conductor informed me yesterday that one of his violinists caught pneumonia and unintentionally spread it to some of the other members. So, I hired Chika and Satoshi to man my laptop underneath the stage. They are to change one CD to another when the previous one has played everything."
She perked up in interest. "So you have your laptop playing the music?"
"Yes. Why?" he asked, curious.
Smiling mysteriously at all of them, she put her fork down and picked up her purse. "I'll be back." She stood up and hurried towards the other side of the stage where she had seen a little door earlier. Now, she knows what it's for and what, rather who, are inside. She opened the door and stepped in. It's dark inside but she can see the light from the laptop and the two Middle Schoolers who are playing with identical Nintendo DS. Most likely to fight off boredom. Despite it being the hollow inside of the stage, the space is large and roomy. The laptop is on a wooden table beside a small stack of CD's.
"Hey guys," she greeted.
They looked up, surprised to see her. They mumbled a greeting. Those two seem uncomfortable talking to her for some reason. She wonders why since she's been friendly with them whenever they stop by the club to wait for their older brothers' to finish whatever they were doing. The two watched her curiously as she approached the laptop and peered at it. The CD is almost done. Perfect. Opening her purse, she took out her iPod and its USB. She never leaves home without either object. You never know when you need them. Satoshi and Chika watched as she attached one end of the USB to the laptop and the other end to the iPod.
"Um… Yuri-senpai? What are you doing?" Satoshi bravely asked.
"Just trying to pump up this party," she replied, nonchalantly as a window on the laptop screen opened. She clicked on "Shuffle" then waited until the CD ended. When the last couple of bars finished, she ejected the CD then clicked on "Play" on the new window. Instantly, she heard N*Sync's "Tearin' Up My Heart" blast through the speakers. Smiling at her success, she turned to the two boys. "Go out and eat. My playlist has over a thousand songs so no need to watch over it." And with that, she walked back outside.
No one is still dancing. But the change in music did catch their attention. She turned her head to see the Hosts looking thunderstruck as well. Then they caught her eye. She smiled widely at them, indicating that this is her doing. Finally, at the middle of the first stanza , the shock had worn off of the audience. Three brave girls broke off from the crowd and headed into the middle of the dance floor. Yuri recognized them as three of the girls on her list. And to her delight and everybody else's surprise, the three girls started laughing and dancing to the music. Eventually, the rest joined in. She saw Hikaru and Kaoru drag a complaining and reluctant Haruhi to the dance floor. A few girls invited Hunny and Mori to dance and the little seventeen-year old is swinging his Usa-chan into the air, happily. Even Mori is smiling!
"W-W-What did you do?"
She turned her head to see Tamaki and Kyouya beside her. Both are looking seriously at her. She shifted under their gaze, uncomfortably.
"Yuri? What did you do?" Tamaki repeated.
"Well… They looked bored. And I thought I'd just pump the place up a little." She looked guiltily at them. "You don't like it?"
"Like it?" Tamaki stepped closer towards her. For a second there, he looks a little evil. Then his face broke into a happy smile. "I love it! Thank you! Thank you!" And in typical Tamaki fashion, he hugged her 'til he's almost choking the poor girl. "You are the best daughter ever! Not as best as my precious Haruhi but still best!"
When he broke away, five girls approached and shyly asked if he would dance with them. And of course, he said "Yes" as fast as lightning. So, like at the start of the Ball, it's just Kyouya and Yuri left.
"Um… I'm going to put my purse away," she mumbled and headed towards their table.
Kyouya followed her. "That was a bold move you know," he commented.
She shrugged in reply as she placed her purse on her chair. "I know. But you have to admit senpai, it got the guests out of their seats. I mean, no offense to your CD collection but I don't think they were enjoying themselves that much. I know most of our guests came for you and the other Hosts but some came to have fun with their friends. Most of them may have grown up differently from some of us, but they're still teenagers. And I don't think a girl needs a host to have fun tonight." At a look from him, she quickly added, "No offense. Besides, isn't making sure that our guests are happy and enjoying themselves our goal as members of the Host Club?"
Kyouya is taken back. She had him there. He never even thought of that.
"Look at the guests senpai. They're enjoying themselves."
She's right. He can't recall ever seeing their guests' faces like this, not during the club, not even at the last party that they hosted.
"You know, twenty years from now when we have our Ouran school reunion, we'll look back and realize that the Host Club was foolish and unnecessary." She paused, watching his face carefully. He betrayed no emotion. But nevertheless, she looked back at the happy dancers and smiled. "But I think we'll also realize that despite it being foolish and unnecessary, it was a lot of fun and very rewarding in its own way."
There is a brief silence. Yuri though that she might have offended him with what she said. She is about to apologize when he got to her first.
"You're right," he said. Surprised, she looked up at him. He is smiling genuinely at her. "In all honesty, I never thought I'd see the day when you would finally grasp our concept in the Host Club. We're not doing this because we think ourselves gifts from God to women, though Tamaki seems to think so. Nor are we doing this for profit." She raised an eyebrow at this last statement. He chose not to comment. "We know that simply entertaining these young ladies here tonight and seeing them happy also brings us a certain warmth and satisfaction. And you have grasped that concept."
His smile is so genuine and so... Sweet that Yuri felt her heart beat faster than normal. But before she can say something in response, Kaoru came rushing over. "Yuri! Dance with us!"
"Um… I don't dance in front of people Kaoru," she replied, still looking at Kyouya.
"Nah… Come on!" The red-haired boy grabbed her hand. "You should dance too Kyouya-senpai!"
Kyouya chuckled lightly as he watched Yuri stand awkwardly next to Haruhi in between Hikaru and Kaoru. And then, she broke into a smile and started moving with the music. And like in that video, she began to enjoy herself.
_ _ _
An hour later…
Pain… Agonizing pain…
Flinching, the poor pink-streaked black haired teenage girl twisted her aching right foot as best as she could. She is sitting on a chair by herself, trying to ease the pain evident on both her feet. She swears, if someone had not dimmed the lights so that the only lights are from the candelabras making the Ballroom look like a Disco, she would be looking at a pair of feet with black and blue bruises. High heels are killers!
"I see someone has enjoyed herself too much."
She looked up and smiled sarcastically at her senpai. "Haha Kyouya-senpai." She switched to twisting her left foot now. "Who'd have thought Hikaru and Kaoru would end up being dancing kings. They won't let me or Haruhi go."
"Speaking of Haruhi, where is she?" he asked, as he sat down on the empty chair next to her.
"Bathroom," she replied.
"I see." They sat in silence for a while, watching the rest of the attendees on the Dance Floor. They really are enjoying themselves. There had been talks of the Ball being described as "the best that Ouran has ever had." Kyouya watched the young girl's agonized face. Dancing did overdo her. And he can tell that high heels are not really her best friend. But he has to admit, it was amusing to see, yet, another side of Yuri that none of them get to see often. A more childish, carefree side…
The music suddenly shifted from an upbeat Fall Out Boy to a slow Backstreet Boys. Yuri looked up from her aching feet. "I love this song," she whispered, a small smile grazing her lips. Kyouya observed her longing face as she watched the dancing couples. Then, at the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar black cape hesitate, then start forward towards them, then hesitate again. Kyouya doesn't know what possessed him to do what he did next. But, whatever it was, he quietly thanked it.
Standing up, he positioned himself in front of his kohai and held out his hand to her. "I know you're in pain right now Yuri but I was wondering if you could honor me with a dance?"
Yuri looked at the hand like it's something foreign. Then, she broke into a teasing a smile. "A simple 'Would you like to dance?' is fine," she replied. Nevertheless, she slipped her hand into his and allowed him to lead her out into the Dance Floor.
Once they found a spot, she faced him, looking a little shy and confused. "Um… I must warn you as I have warned the others before you. I've never danced with anyone other than my friend Jake before so forgive me if I'm a little rusty. Jake puts up with my stepping on his foot all the time."
Something twisted inside Kyouya when she heard him mention this "Jake." He remembered the guy from the video from Youtube who beat up another guy and took a punishment for her. The guy who had no trouble making her squeal and giggle. The guy who twirled her around in his arms while their friends teased them. "I think I'll live," he managed to answer, as he placed a hand on her waist, bringing her closer to him.
Yuri can feel heat rush into her cheeks. Good thing it's dark. He would surely see her tomato-red face and probably laugh at her for it. Though, she has to confess, dancing right there, in his arms, felt different. Nice different. She feels… Comfortable… And his arms are really gentle, holding her so delicately yet firmly as well. Not that Jake isn't gentle. It's just that, dancing with Jake is different from dancing with Kyouya. With Jake, sometimes he's kind of too cautious and sometimes too forward. With Kyouya, it's just… Right…
What on Earth are you thinking about Yuri?! This is Kyouya-senpai! Kyouya! Don't give in to him! Remember, his family needs your family! He can use you! You can't get too personal with him or else it's bye-bye freedom and hello cage of expectations!
"Yuri? Are you alright?" Kyouya's voice penetrated her thoughts. She looked up at him and is surprised to see him look a little worried. "You spaced out for a bit there. What's wrong?"
She shook her head. "Nothing. Gomen."
They danced in silence. Well… Almost silence. There are a lot of giggling girls around them and Yuri swore that she just heard a confession of love from someone to someone. And… She can feel some penetrating glares from behind her. She assumes they come from Kyouya's fans.
"This is a nice song," her partner suddenly said. "What's it called?"
"Drowning by Backstreet Boys," she answered. "One of my favorites."
"I see. A Western band I presume?"
"Hai. But they split up a couple of years ago. They were pretty famous back in the late 90's."
"I should check my sister's music collection then. She's really into commoner and Western bands."
She smiled and before she knew it, they were talking about his sister. Yuri now knows quite a bit about Fuyumi Ootori Shido. As quickly as it begun, the music stopped and switched to another upbeat song. Reluctantly, Yuri broke apart from Kyouya. "Um… Arigatou Kyouya-senpai," she said.
"You're welcome," he replied.
They smiled warmly at each other. Then, something at the entrance of the Ballroom caught Yuri's eye. Noticing this, Kyouya followed her gaze. His smile faltered. Of course. She's wonder about him.
"I'll see you in a sec senpai," she said, walking away from him and towards the entrance.
_ _ _
"Senpai!"
The black cloaked third year turned around in surprise at the first year girl who chased after him.
"Where are you going? The Ball's not even over yet," Yuri said, as soon as she caught up to him.
He chuckled. "I finally know why I came tonight," he replied. He stepped closer towards her. "It was so I can see you and steal at least one dance with you."
At his words, Yuri blushed. "Oh. That's… Very sweet of you. But you don't have to leave."
"Unfortunately, I have to," he replied, sadly. "But I had a great time. I really did Yuri-san. But Belzenef is waiting for me at home. He seemed upset that I didn't bring him today." Yuri sweatdropped at this reference to his puppet. "I'm just happy that I was able to see you tonight Yuri-san." He opened his cloak a bit to reveal a white flower tucked in his coat pocket. He took it out and gave it to her. "Your name means lily, am I right?" Taking the flower, she nodded. He smiled. "A lily for a lily," he said before turning around and walking away, a butler and a maid suddenly appearing out of nowhere and escorting him.
Yuri stared after him then at the delicate white flower in her hand. What the heck just happened?
To Be Continued…
A/N: Song mentioned are Crash and Burn by Savage Garden, Je na'i pas de mots by Vic Mignogna (Tamaki's English voice actor), Tearin' Up My Heart by N*Sync, and Drowning by Backstreet Boys (this song is a bit significant. Watch out for it in the future!)