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:
As a CIA-agent-to-be, Yuri can't seem to stay away from danger, even if it means almost blowing her cover. But, of course, this doesn't happen. However, something else does. And what's this? It seems that Nekozawa is not the only one attracted to our favorite undercover agent. No, it's not Kyouya… At least not yet.
Chapter 12- Unexpected Occurrence
Subway
6:45 A.M.
Monday
"… maybe she just ate something that didn't agree with her," Haruhi suggested, as she squeezed in between two train passengers, her eyes on two empty seats.
"Maybe but I was the one who cooked last night," Yuri defended, following behind her friend. Finally, they reached the seats with no competition.
"True. Maybe it's just one of those days."
"Yeah, maybe."
The two girls are currently on the train on their way to school and Yuri is telling Haruhi about the incident that morning. She woke up on a really nice Monday morning, got ready for school, and came down for breakfast to see her older cousin hunched over the kitchen sink, obviously sick to the stomach. She insisted that Kaori stay home in bed but the older girl refused, with the excuse that she promised to take her Science class rock picking that day. Now, Yuri is worried to death. What if Kaori faints while teaching? Or worse… What if she loses consciousness while driving?! With these terrible thoughts, the sixteen year old frantically searched her book bag for her cellphone.
Shaking her head, Haruhi grabbed her friend's shaking hand. "Relax Yuri," she said. "I'm pretty sure Kaori-san is alright. Besides, she's old enough to take care of herself, ne?"
"Well, yeah but, I don't know." Yuri sighed, massaging her temple. "I'm just worried about her. Only Ryou can convince her to do something like stay home when she's sick." But he has to choose this time to go to Greece.
"Why don't you call her when we get to school? That way, she won't be worried that you'll skip school for her sake." Haruhi took out a blue notebook. "You know how worried she gets about you."
Yuri thought about this. Haruhi's right. The last thing she wants is to worry Kaori when she's already sick. Making her decision, she nodded and took out her History notebook to study a bit. They have at least ten minutes.
A few minutes after they sat down, Yuri felt an intense gaze. So intense that she instantly felt uncomfortable. She's been feeling it since they sat down but she thought that it's just a curious passenger and would eventually go away once the person loses interest. Looking up from her notebook, her eyes scanned the train car. No one is looking their way. No one minds two students from a prestigious private school taking the subway. But, the feeling that someone is watching them is still there.
"Haruhi, do you have the feeling that someone is watching us?" she whispered, softly.
Haruhi looked up from her Science notebook. "Eh? Not really. Why?"
Yuri is still watching the people. "I don't know." She shook her head. "Never mind. Maybe I'm just paranoid. Forget what I said."
"Oh. Okay then. If you're sure."
Both girls returned to studying. But Yuri can swear that someone is watching them. The feeling did not leave until they reached their stop and exited the subway. On the way out, she accidentally bumped into a tall, thin man in a black jacket and black sunglasses.
"Gomenasai," she said, hurrying to catch up with Haruhi.
Unbeknownst to her, the black-clad man and another man, short and a little chubby, in similar clothing watched closely as the teenager walked away.
_ _ _
"Haruhi! Yuri!"
The girls cringed at the familiar voices. Yuri just got off the phone with Kaori, who assured her that everything's all right and that she's feeling much better. So, she and Haruhi were just on their way to the first years' floor to get to homeroom but the twins found them before they can even mount the stairs. The two boys grabbed their shoulders and steered them away towards the direction of the Third Music Room.
"What are you two doing?" Haruhi demanded. "I have to go study!"
"The Science test isn't 'til after lunch," Hikaru answered.
"So study at lunch," Kaoru continued. "Tono just texted us of a quick meeting before class."
"But we didn't get-," Yuri began to say but they were ignored.
And so, the two girls were swept off their feet towards the Music Room. Literally. Don't ask how.
_ _ _
Third Music Room
"Are we all here?" Tamaki asked, scanning the members. "Yes? Great! Now, Okaa-san and I have an important announcement regarding next week's Spring Break." No one moved or spoke so Tamaki went on. "We will be spending this weekend at a lovely beach in Okinawa!"
"Wow! That sounds exciting!" Hunny exclaimed.
"Ahh…" Mori agreed.
"You mean we finally get to see Haruhi in a swimsuit?" the twins chorused, hopefully.
"No," Kyouya answered. The twins' smiles faltered and they slumped slightly in their seats. Kyouya ignored them. "We will have customers with us so Haruhi still has to pretend to be a boy just like the last time we were at the beach. Majority of our clients have already signed up. Unfortunately…" He suddenly sent a frown in Yuri's direction as if she did something wrong.
She cocked her head to the side, confused as if to say, "What did I do?"
"Since our new customers seem to be unfamiliar of our ways in the Host Club and were not informed by someone that we sometimes provide trips and get-aways, none of our male customers will be present."
Oh, that's why. How is she supposed to inform her customers if she, herself, was not informed?
"However Yuri, you are still required to go."
She raised her hand, tentatively. "What if I can't afford to go to Okinawa?"
"Your trip expenses will be paid for my dear daughter. Don't worry," Tamaki said, excitedly.
"You can enjoy the beach during the day," Kyouya continued. "However, during dinner at night, while everybody else entertains and eats with their customers, you will be providing music as usual. There will be a piano there."
"Now, as for what is expected of us…" Tamaki began explaining everything that should or would occur while they're in Okinawa… Which will obviously take a while…
Haruhi groaned and checked her watch. "Thirty minutes before class starts," she mumbled.
Ten minutes later…
Hmmm… It sure is getting brighter outside… I wonder if Kaori is alright… Maybe I should call Ryou and let him know about this morning… Wait, I have to return that library book today… I think I'll do it before the club starts… When was the last time I went to Okinawa?... I wonder if Mom still has that Namahage key chain she bought at Honshu… Oh yeah, I have to stop by the grocery store today… I wonder why Kaori suddenly wanted mushroom soup?... Hmmm… I would need mushrooms of course and we're all out of butter, and I might as well buy flour-.
"… are we all clear?" Kyouya finished, checking off the last topic on his list.
Snapping out of her Lala Land, Yuri realized that she did not hear a single word that the Host Prince and the Shadow King were saying. But then again, all they were discussing were the many ways they can please and entertain their customers this weekend. All of which has nothing to do with her since she only plays the piano. But, nevertheless, she nodded anyway.
"Okay, we have at least twenty minutes left," Haruhi is saying as they walked out of the Music Room. "Maybe I can still study-."
"Not so fast!" The two girls were yanked back into the room by Hikaru and Kaoru. Both are grinning at them devilishly.
"What?!" they chorused, annoyed.
Before they can protest any further, they were dragged to the Dressing Rooms against their will. They can hear Tamaki yelling, "What the heck are you going to do with my daughters?!" The blonde second-year tried to follow but the door was rudely shut in his face. "Give my treasures back you devil twins!!!" he continued to scream.
Inside the Dressing Rooms, the girls stood rooted to the spot, mouths agape in horror at the sight in front of them. Swimsuits… Lots and lots of swimsuits… One pieces... Two-pieces… Bikinis… Even a couple in the 60's style…
"Kyouya-senpai told us that we'll need these for today," Kaoru explained, at their questioning faces.
"B-But you guys heard him," Haruhi managed, turning red. "I still have to pretend that I'm a boy."
"Don't worry Haruhi," Hikaru said, going through the mannequins. "You'll have an opportunity to wear a beautiful swimsuit in the future."
"But we need your opinions on swimsuits for Yuri," Kaoru continued, joining his brother.
At the mention of her name used in the same sentence as 'swimsuit', Yuri snapped out of her momentary trance. "Say what?"
Another ten minutes later…
"We have ten minutes to get to class," Yuri complained.
"Can't you two just make up your mind and let us go?" Haruhi added.
No matter how much they insisted and begged, Yuri would not try on any of the swimsuits. So, Hikaru and Kaoru settled for comparing ensemble after ensemble based on her skin tone, body shape, etc. etc. etc… They will not settle for a simple black one-piece (the one that she likes)… Oh no… It has to contrast well with her body… Must compliment her curves… Must go well with her skin tone… Bla. Bla. Bla.
"You went over at least half of them," Yuri pointed out. "Can't I just have that black one and go?"
"Nonsense," Hikaru answered, examining a white bikini with polka dots.
"It does not compliment you at all," Kaoru added, looking at a pink and white striped one-piece.
"Hmmm… None of these seem right…" they chorused.
The two girls groaned. They are taking forever!!!
"Wait, how about this one?" Kaoru said. He held out a yellow two piece for Hikaru to look at. The top has thick straps that can be tied behind her neck and the bottom is a skirt.
Hikaru examined his brother's choice. He broke into a smile and nodded. "It's perfect!"
They showed it to her and asked in sync, "What do you think?"
Yuri answered without thinking. "Why do you two enjoy making me wear clothes that leave either my back or my legs bare?" As soon as she said it, she realized too late what the answer could be. "Wait! Don't answer that."
The two red-heads chuckled and threw the swimsuit at her, being considerate enough not to answer for the first time. "Do we have a box for it here somewhere?" Hikaru asked, looking around.
"I think there are some in the pantry," Haruhi said, standing up from the couch where they were sitting. "I'll go look. If one of you goes, we'll definitely be late for class."
"Let me go with you!" Hikaru turned to his twin. "I shall return my dearest Kaoru," he said, clutching Kaoru's chin.
"I shall eagerly await your return Hikaru…" Kaoru answered, softly.
With a vein clearly popping on the side of her temple, Haruhi grabbed Hikaru's arm and dragged him out of the dressing room and shut the door. "We're going to be late if you keep that up," she said.
"Haruhi! What did these evil twins do-?"
"Not now senpai!"
"But-."
"Later!"
Kaoru and Yuri looked at each other then shrugged. Yuri looked down at the yellow fabric in her hands… It looks decent… The skirt actually makes it look more conservative… She wouldn't mind wearing this. An oversized t-shirt over it would do the trick…
"Here." A pink gift bag appeared in front of her. She looked up to see Kaoru handing it to her. "Just a little something for your birthday last week."
"I told you, it's fine," she replied, not taking the bag. "You guys already took me out. That's enough for me."
"But not for me!" he suddenly said, louder than normal. He suddenly looked shy at the outburst.
Yuri jumped back in surprise. "Okay, sheesh, you're a little touchy today." She took the bag from him. "Thank you."
He replied with a satisfied smile as she opened the gift. It turned out to be an over-sized thin white off the shoulder long sleeved blouse. It's like he read her mind. "Wow, thanks."
"I'm not sure I got you the right size. You can wear it over your swimsuit at the beach." Kaoru smiled brightly at her. "I know you're a bit conservative that's why I got you that. It's new from our mom's summer collection she's releasing soon so these are like test products. Hikaru is giving one to Haruhi too."
Yuri smiled back as she returned the shirt back inside the bag. She has to admit. Hikaru and Kaoru are adorable when they're looking childish. "Thanks. I really like it."
Suddenly, Kaoru reached out and touched her cheek, blushing shyly. "Um… Yuri… I'm just wondering… Um… Will you-?"
He jumped back when they heard the door creaked open and Haruhi and Hikaru entered with a box for the swimsuit. Haruhi is carrying a similar gift bag in blue. Funny. Yuri never noticed it in Hikaru's hand when they left.
"We're back. Come on you two. Let's get to class."
Seeming to forget the incident, Yuri gathered her things and followed Haruhi out the door. They were greeted with a hysterical-looking Tamaki. Meanwhile, Hikaru looked at his brother as if to say, "Well?"
Kaoru sighed and shook his head sadly before grabbing his book bag. Together, the twins followed the two girls.
_ _ _
2:15 P.M.
Ouran Academy
"Arigatou sensei."
The librarian nodded and Yuri exited the library. She had just returned a book she borrowed and is now on her way to the Third Music Room on the other side of the building. As she passed by some large windows, she caught a glimpse of the garden and smiled at the neatness of the carefully-trimmed lawn. The gardeners of Ouran are very precise and meticulous. It really entertains the fact that Spring is definitely here!
As she went on her way, a group of Grade School kids caught her eye. Suddenly, she's getting a wave of déjà vu. Please don't tell me another cat is stuck in a tree, she thought as she made her way towards them. Upon reaching the group, her heart ached when she realized that all of them are in tears. But before, she can ask, a boy noticed her presence and began tugging at her skirt.
"Senpai! Can you help us?" he pleased. "Kiri-chan fell in the well."
Another cat in trouble? She placed her things on the ground and peeked in the well, wondering if she can use a bucket or something. But her eyes widened in shock and her heart picked pace. Apparently, Kiri-chan is not a cat… She's a little blonde-haired Grade School kid who is now hanging onto a metal bar deep inside the stone well.
"Oh my gosh! Hold on sweetie!" she yelled, panicking. "I'll help you out! Just hold on!" She looked at the other children. "Two of you go find a teacher for help. I'll be right back."
And with that, she turned on her heels and ran as fast as she could towards the Gym. God and the heavens are with her since the entrance doors as well as the supply closets are unlocked. Her eyes scanned the shelves and boxes and finding what she needed, grabbed it and ran back out. She's thankful that their class did wall climbing last week.
The Grade-school children are anticipating her return. Their faces are elated with hope at the sight of rope in her hands. Working swiftly, Yuri clasped one end of the rope on the well's wooden roof and dropped the rest towards the little girl.
"Sweetie? I'm coming to get you okay?"
A faint "Okay" responded from below.
With adrenaline rushing through her, Yuri clutched the rope and climbed into the well. Breathing deeply, she gently and slowly lowered herself into the dark abyss.
_ _ _
Two girls, one with chestnut brown hair and the other with curly red hair, chatted happily as they walked down the hallway towards the garden. They can't wait for that day's Host Club. They wonder if there's going to be a theme that day and what it could be. Also, today is the day that one of them decided to confess her love to her favorite host. She's nervous but also excited. He's in her class so maybe he noticed? She hopes so.
Suddenly, the girl with the brown hair stopped in her tracks. "Oh dear, what's happening over there?" she exclaimed. "What's Inoue-san doing?"
They watched as their schoolmate disappeared down the well.
"Oh my! We have to tell the Host Club!" her red-haired friend said.
Together, they turned on their heels and rushed to the Third Music Room.
_ _ _
I can do this… I can do this.
Breathing in and out repeatedly in order to calm herself, the pink-streaked haired girl continued scaling down the cold stone-well. Lucky the sun is bright that day. Bright enough to send at least a little bit of light to guide her way. The little girl's soft frightened cries breaks her heart so much that she can feel the threat of tears. But no! Not now! She's done and experienced worse scenarios than this. She can do this! She can do this!
Finally, reaching the little girl, she held out a hand. "It's okay sweetie… Just grab on…"
The little girl looked at the hand, her frightened face streaked with tears. She shook her head. "I-I-I can't," she whispered. "I'm scared."
Well… This is more complicated than I thought. Focus Yuri! Focus! Breathing in deeply, she spoke again. "I know you're scared. But you want to get out of here don't you?"
The little girl nodded.
"Then you have to be strong. I know, I'm helping you but I can't do it alone. I need you to help me. I need you to help yourself. Be brave. I promise, I'm not going to let anything happen to you. You have to trust me. Okay sweetie? Now…" Yuri extended her hand again. "Grab on."
Slowly, the little girl reached out a hand. Yuri smiled encouragingly. "That's it… Don't be afraid… I got you…" She clutched the tiny hand tightly. "All right, now, I want you to slowly ease yourself towards me. I'm going to guide you along, okay?" She can see fear in the girl's eyes but she nodded and obediently eased herself towards the older girl. Yuri pulled her along. Once the blonde girl is close enough, Yuri involuntarily looked up. There seems to be a lot of people gathered around the brim of the well. Great. The last thing she wants is an audience. She shook her head. Focus Yuri! "All right, now, let go of the bar." The girl gave her a reluctant look. "Don't worry. I won't let you fall." She still looks reluctant. "You have to trust me." Yuri doesn't know if she was convincing or if the girl just wants to get out, but whatever it is, it made the girl slowly release the bar. Slowly and carefully, Yuri pulled her onto her back, securing the small arms around her neck. She can feel the little girl shaking. "Whatever you do, don't let go. Hold on tight to me, okay?"
"Okay…" the little girl replied, softly.
Before she can climb back up, several voices yelled out her name. She looked up to see the Host Club, watching her with scared looks.
"What are you doing?" Kyouya yelled at her, his face free of the usual calm, stoic mask. "Do you have any idea how dangerous this is?!"
"A little support would be appreciated!" she yelled back, annoyed that even at a time like this, he still manages to chastise her.
Without waiting for his reply, Yuri began to climb back up. The sudden weight addition made the climb harder and more strenuous. She can feel the muscles in her arms tightening in protest but she kept going. The little girl clinging to her back whimpered, her arms nearly choking the upperclassman but Yuri held on.
Meanwhile, above where the Hosts, the Gradeschoolers, some teachers, and a few students are waiting, Haruhi watched worriedly as her friend played the hero. There's nothing wrong with helping out but seriously?! She went down a well! But then again, Haruhi would probably have done the same thing anyway though she probably won't be able to hold on to the rope as expertly as Yuri. And dang! Tamaki is so loud. Doesn't he know any worried phrases other than "My daughter! My poor daughter!"
She squinted, trying to determine how far along the two are. And as she concluded that they're near enough to be grabbed from above, her gaze flickered to the rope and gasped in horror. "Guys? I think the rope's breaking!"
Sure enough, midway towards Yuri and the little girl, there is a tear on the straw rope, dangerously close to snapping in half. As soon as she spoke it, they heard a yelp from Yuri and a louder cry from the little girl. "You guys, the rope's breaking," Yuri stated, feeling a sudden jerk and finally noticing the tear.
Acting quickly, the male members of the Host Club grabbed the rope and began to pull. Another yelp from Yuri made them act quicker in panic. They pulled at the rope with all their might, not noticing their fan girls' shrieks at the sight. Finally, gasping and shaking, Yuri clutched the brim of the well and struggled to pull herself and the little girl out. Mori reached in and lifted them out then placing them gently on the grass. Her legs shaking, Yuri collapsed on the ground, exhausted while the little blonde girl sat up, shaking in fear but no longer crying. One of the teachers present scooped her up and took her towards the direction of the infirmary, the other children trailing behind him. The rest of the teachers, meanwhile, told all the students to return to their business while they take care of other matters.
The crowd slowly dispersed, leaving the Host Club with Yuri. At first, there is silence as they waited for Yuri to catch her breath.
"Well… That was eventful," the twins finally said, breaking the silence.
"Yeah… Eventful…" Yuri panted, sitting up. She breathed in deeply, trying to get her heart to pump normally again and not a million beats per minute. Once her normal breathing returned, she looked up at the seven hosts gathered around her. "Thanks. For helping me back there."
"Are you alright Yu-chan?" Hunny asked, kneeling next to her.
"Yeah, I think so." Haruhi held out a hand and she took it. But upon contact, a stinging pain shot through her hand. She let go of Haruhi's hand and examined her own palms which now possess bloody red marks from the rope. "Oh great. Sorry about that Haruhi. I should have used gloves when I went down there."
"Don't worry about. I can wash them off," Haruhi answered, staring the bloody stain on her own hand. "But you should have those looked at right away."
Kyouya stepped forward, his face now holding the usual calmness. "We'll treat your cuts in the Music Room. I'm certain that the infirmary will be busy with Kirimi-chan."
Yuri looked at him in surprise. "You know that little girl?"
"Yes. I must inform that that little girl was Nekozawa-senpai's younger sister." He turned around and began to walk away. "Now come on."
Mori placed a hand behind her back to lead her along towards the club room while the twins picked up her things and carried it for her.
_ _ _
Music Room…
"… was reckless, irresponsible, and stupid," Kyouya said as he dabbed an alcohol-soaked cotton ball on Yuri's wounds. "You should have called someone, a janitor, a teacher, anybody but no, you have to take it upon yourself. What if something worse happened, huh? What if that rope broke and none of us noticed? What if…"
And he went on and on and on. Yuri rolled her eyes as she listened to their dark-haired Vice President scolding her as if she's ten years old. She was just in the brink of death and all he can do is chastise her? He really is something else.
Even though Haruhi offered to do it, Kyouya insisted that he be the one to tend to Yuri's cuts. Why? She has no idea. So now, Haruhi is in the pantry doing what Yuri is supposed to be doing: preparing the tea. The twins and Tamaki are helping her while Hunny is silently eating cake at a table with his silent tall cousin. The little seventeen-year old seemed traumatized though he wasn't the one in danger.
She wished that it's Haruhi doing the tending… At least she won't berate Yuri for getting injured while trying help whereas Kyouya seems to enjoy making her feel unworthy. But… Yuri also noticed something as she watched her senpai cleaning her wounds. His hands are gentle when they dab on the alcohol. He seems hesitant and careful, as if he's afraid that he would hurt her with one touch. Truth be told, she expected herself to flinch once the cotton ball makes contact with her broken skin. But no. She felt neither sting nor pain. She knows that his family owns various hospitals and clinics and that his brothers graduated from medicine and are practicing in one of their hospitals. But she never knew he can be this gentle as a doctor as well. Now, as he wrapped her hands in bandages, he seems to be calculating, making sure that the cuts are properly covered to avoid infection.
"Is it too tight?" he finally asked, in a kinder tone this time.
"It's alright," she replied, still mesmerized by this sudden realization.
Satisfied with her answer, he secured the bandages. But before packing up, he ever so gently caressed the bandage covered palms. Then, realizing what he is doing, shook his head, released her hands, and packed up the First Aid Kit then headed towards the pantry to put it away, leaving Yuri alone on the couch.
Spark… she thought as she watched his retreating back. Then, her eyes landed on her bandaged hands. Did he rub his hand somewhere that made it go staticky? 'Cause she swears she just felt electricity run through her. Oh well…
Shrugging the thought away, she opened her book bag and took out a pair of black fingerless gloves that she keeps there for emergencies. You never know when you need to do a little sleuthing or sneaking around that requires climbing. She should have worn them when she went down that well. But panic and concern always makes her forget of safety regulations. That's the whole reason she's in Japan right now. She sighed softly as she put them on. That little stunt should have blown her cover. But the carelessness to forget gloves made her look like an amateur. But not too much. She saw they way her classmates looked at her when she got out of the well. Curiosity. Wonder. And something that she can only describe as fear. Fear of this unusual girl.
"Yuri? Are you alright now?" Tamaki asked, coming over to sit next to her.
She nodded. "Yes, thank you. Kyouya-senpai fixed me up." She held out her bandaged hands. "Though I wish he was a little more sympathetic instead of apathetic."
Tamaki chuckled and patted her knee. "Okaa-san may seem apathetic but he really does care." He smiled knowingly at her. "He was really worried you know. When two girls told us what you were doing, he was the first one out the door. And while you were down there risking your life for a little girl you don't even know, he was frantic. He cares about you Yuri."
Patting her in the knee one more time, the blonde-haired second year stood up and walked away, leaving a tomato red, disbelieving Yuri behind.
_ _ _
3:15 P.M.
Third Music Room
The Host Club is Now Open For Business
"Yuri-chan?"
She looked up from the piece she is playing. A brown-haired girl is holding a blank request form. Yuri recognized her as one of Kyouya's frequent customers.
"Um… Tamaki-kun mentioned that you have some commoner love songs in your collection," the girl said, a little embarassed. "And I was wondering if maybe I can borrow it?"
"Oh, sure. Here." Yuri handed her a thick blue binder.
"Arigatou."
A few minutes later, the girl returned and handed her the filled out request form and the piece she wants played. Yuri thanked her and promised to play it as soon as she's done with this one from one of Hunny's customers. As the girl returned to her table in front of Kyouya's table, Yuri noticed her getting nervous and anxious which she finds strange. Striking the last chord, Yuri picked up the request form and raised an eyebrow at the song choice: A*Teens' version of Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley. But whatever.
She started to play, her fingers meeting the keys creating a beautiful melody, a beautiful rhythm, a beautiful song. Her eyes need not to look at the black and white keys, no, her fingers are familiar with them. Besides, she rarely plays this song so she's not familiar with the notes. But she is familiar with the words.
At first, she simply hummed the melody along with her playing. Then, she can feel her lips forming the words. Her voice is aching to be released, to be heard, to sing. So she allowed it, softly at first that only she can hear. But before she knew it, her voice is begging to get louder no matter how much she wants to keep it on the down low. But, it wouldn't let her. It began picking up volume so now the whole room can hear. Of course, since it is a Music Room, the walls allowed her voice to reverberate. But no one seems to mind. They seem even more pleased actually.
From the corner of her eye, Yuri saw the girl smile in delight as she looked at Kyouya adoringly. At this sight, Yuri suddenly felt… Disturbed. Her voice faltered as something inside her began to stir. Her fingers slowed and she missed a key, creating a sharp note. Before she can ruin the song any further with her distracted playing, Yuri decided to stop and start over. This time, she kept her eyes on the music sheet in front of her, constantly shifting her gaze to the keys. She has no idea what just happened. She was doing so well… Until the she saw the way that girl looked at Kyouya. But why?... Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she continued playing.
_ _ _
Ever since she started being the club's pianist, Kyouya had positioned his table so that he can keep an eye on Yuri and see her progress with taking song requests. So when she started singing to the delight of some customers for the Live background music, he opened a file and began deducting a certain amount from her debt. But when she stopped singing for some reason and messed up the song (which she hardly does), he added the amount back. A few seconds later, he changed his mind and took it back. The final amount brought a satisfied smile to his face. Yuri's doing well. If this keeps up, she'll be done by the end of the year. At this thought, he felt something inside him break. He turned his head to look at her briefly. Maybe it's her hands that are making her mess up the song. Is she alright playing with injured hands? Maybe I should-.
"Um… Kyouya-kun?"
He turned his head back to see Rima Miyasaki, a girl from his class, daughter of the President of a major Food Corporation, and a frequent customer of his.
"Yes Rima-san?" he said, pleasantly, flashing his famous smile.
She blushed a deep scarlet and squealed a bit. Then, remembering why she's there, she smiled widely. "I… Um… Can I request a private talk with you outside Kyouya-kun? It's really important and… Um…" She turned her head towards Tamaki's table where a red-haired girl gave her an encouraging nod. "Please"
Kyouya knows what's coming. He knew when Rima had requested that particular song from Yuri. It's all the same process. Unfortunately, for merit's sake, he cannot refuse no matter how much he wants to. So, he agreed and acted like he has no idea what his customer is about to say to him.
_ _ _
"… Take my hand, take my whole life too," Yuri sang in a normal volume. "'Cause I can't help falling in love with you…"
The note is supposed to last for eight beats but she cut it after four. Her attention has, yet again, shifted to Kyouya who had stood up and is following the girl who requested this song. They went outside. Yuri knows what's up. The customer's longing gaze, her sudden nervousness as she looked at the Shadow King, it only means one thing and she's seen it happen a few times before to the other Hosts: the girl is confessing her love.
Inwardly, Yuri feels sorry for some of these girls. The Host Club brings them happiness and satisfaction. They are showered with endless and undivided attention and admiration. Some of them know that it simply ends there, that the only possible relationship they can have with a Host is friendship and they accept that. However, some continue to long, continue to hope that they could find love with one of these beautiful men… Yet, why does it bother her that the girl is confessing her feelings for Kyouya?
"Yuri-san, are you done playing that song?"
She snapped out of her thoughts and realized that she had stopped playing. A customer is in front of her. "Um… Yeah, I guess." She smiled warmly at the girl. "Do you have a request?"
The girl nodded. "Is this a beautiful song?" she asked, handing her a request form.
Yuri glanced at the title: Invisible by Taylor Swift. "Yes, in fact, any song by this artist is beautiful. You can find more of her songs in my binder. I have quite a number of them."
The girl broke into a bright smile. "Hai! Arigatou!" She happily bounded back to Haruhi where the blue binder is currently in her fellow fangirls' possession.
Yuri turned back the piano and positioned her fingers. "She can't see the way your eyes light up when you smile..." she sang.
_ _ _
The Shadow King is back… Alone… He had rejected Rima Miyasaki as gently as he could. But, nevertheless, she ran off in tears. This is what Kyouya hates about confessions. He already knows that the truth will hurt them but he can't just go out with a girl because he feels sorry for her even if it is for merit. Okay, maybe he can if he wants to. But no matter how much it hurts to be rejected by a Host, the customers just can't stay away, even if they want to. So, losing a customer is not much of a problem. It's the guilt that gets to him. Yes. Even Kyouya Ootori, the evil Shadow King, gets guilty but that only occurs when he's rejecting a girl. But no one knows of course, except maybe Tamaki but he couldn't dare tell anyone of this fact about the Shadow King. Unless he wants to die that is.
However, the guilt eventually vanished as soon as he entered the Music Room and saw that Yuri is in the company of none other than Nekozawa. Rima had led him far from the Music Room so he never saw the black-clad third year arrive. He's the only one who visits Yuri everyday now, compared to her other customers who come once of twice a week since they are preoccupied with their own lives. But not Nekozawa. Nope. He endured the Spring Ball's bright lights just so he can see her and steal one dance (No, Kyouya wasn't eavesdropping while the two were talking by the entrance. He was just passing by from the Buffet table.) And now he's neglecting the Black Magic Club that he, himself founded just so he can see Yuri? Why does he keep coming back anyway? Not that Kyouya objects to the third year's visits since they help reduce Yuri's debt a lot quicker than before (this thought sent another pang to his chest.) Also, his visits bring a lot of profits to the club since he requests a lot of songs. He seems to enjoy watching Yuri play the piano.
"Um… Kyouya? What are you doing staring into space?" Tamaki's voice broke him out of his reverie. He turned his head to see the blonde teenager watching him with concern. "Are you alright? And where's Rima-chan?"
Kyouya cleared his throat and fixed his glasses. "Rima-chan had an… Emergency."
Tamaki nodded sadly, understanding. "I hope you were kind Kyouya. You don't want to lose Rima-chan as one of your customers like you lost Azami-san."
The dark-haired second year shook his head. "I did not ban Azami-san from the Host Club but simply gave her a warning. She chose to no longer attend club activities. Now, If you would excuse me." He began to walk away, not seeing a knowing grin on Tamaki's face.
The blonde turned his head towards their dark-haired, pink-streaked, purple nailed pianist.
_ _ _
Meanwhile, the said dark-haired, pink-streaked, purple-nailed pianist just finished playing a musical piece by Chopin requested by her frequent cloak-wearing customer. As she was playing, she asked about Kirimi and her condition. Nekozawa assured her that his little sister is alright but sill a little traumatized. Their chauffeur and her nanny took her to the hospital and he had called his parents to let them know what happened.
"I'm glad she's okay now," Yuri said, putting the Chopin piece back inside Tamaki's binder. "The school board should look deeper into the safety regulations around that area. Something worse could have happened it that bar wasn't there."
He didn't reply for a while. "Thank you," he finally said. "For saving her life. I don't how to thank you Yuri-san."
Yuri giggled. "Just keep her safe. That's enough for me. I have two younger stepsisters myself and I love them to death. So keeping them safe is my main priority as an older sister."
Nekozawa simply stared at her, not saying anything. It's not odd to her. He doesn't really talk much. But, she can see conflict in his eyes and wonders if something is wrong. She is about to ask the older boy if he's aright when he suddenly took her hand in his (strangely, Belzenef hs, yet again, been abandoned.)
"S-Senpai?" she stammered, startled by this sudden gesture. He's usually not this forward.
"Y-Yuri-san… I don't know what it is but… You… You captured me… Entranced me… Bewitched me…"
Oh crude. He's not saying what I think he's saying! Yuri's thoughts screamed at her, sent warning bells.
"Nekozawa-senpia, I-."
"Please, let me finish." He paused, taking a deep breath. "It's strange. I've never felt anything like this before. I don't know what love potion is involved but, I want to s-s-say… I-I-I…"
By now, Yuri can feel everybody's curious stares. She's getting nervous. Nekozawa is definitely saying what she thinks he's saying. She just hopes that he'd be at least quiet for on the down low about it to not cause any commotion. Please don't let-.
"I love you Yuri-san!" Nekozawa confessed. Loud. That whole Music Room heard.
_ _ _
Kyouya is minding his own business. He really is. Everybody knows he's one of who concentrates and is hardly ever distracted. He's not first in his class because his mind wanders. Then, why can't be get this calculation of the recent Host Club expenses right?! The numbers suddenly started mixing up and he can't remember which cost is which!
Alright, Tamaki ordered those new costumes for 2,000 yen apiece since he wants to go cheap all of a sudden-.
"…Captured me… Entranced me…"
A vein popped dangerously on his forehead but he ignored it. But that included a 20% travel tax since it was ordered all they way from Singapore-
"… Never felt anything like this before…"
So that's eight costumes plus 20% equals-
"… Love potion is involved…"
Wait, there are still those cakes that Hunny-senpai requested. Now, where are the receipts to those? Oh right, they're in my bag…
"I love you Yuri-san!"
Kyouya's hand froze in midair, halfway towards his book bag, as the words circulated around the room. Slowly, he lowered his hand and turned his head towards the piano. Nekozawa is holding the hand of a thunderstruck-looking Yuri. All of their customers' attention turned away from their Hosts and towards the sudden confession. Normally, this is good for business. Drama keeps the customer coming back for more and Kyouya encourages it, even played part in some of them. But this one… This particular one makes him feel like there's nothing to gain from it… He hates it… It makes him feel… Numb.
And then… The screams erupted. Loud, delighted, fangirl screaming. Yuri felt like her eardrums are going to burst. She looked over at the Hosts, who had gathered around Tamaki, with a desperate look on her face. But they looked as shocked as she is, probably even more since they stood rooted to their spots, mouths agape, staring at Nekozawa.
"Hohohohoho!"
At the familiar laugh, everybody turned their heads towards a rotating pedestal in which a crazy otaku stood, poised and starry-eyed.
"Can this be true?" Renge said, jumping down from the pedestal, excitedly. She struck a dramatics pose. "Nekozawa Umehito, President and founder of the Black Magic Club, distributor of curses using cursed Belzenef dolls, and constant wearer of Black cloaks due to his fear of lights, is in love with Yuri Inoue, newcomer of Ouran, servant slash pianist of the Host Club, a commoner, and an obvious anti-social girl…"
Yuri raised an eyebrow at being called "and anti-social girl."
"… What a strange yet perfect match!" Renge continued, oblivious to the sweatdrops forming on top of her schoolmates' heads. She closed her eyes and pressed her palsm to her cheeks, dreamily. "Imagine, a creepy young man, feared by society because of the way he dresses and his obsession towards curses suddenly realized that has a heart capable of loving when he meets the strange new student of inferior birth. She refuses to be with people yet here is another person, similar to herself who makes her feel that she is not alone in this world. Together, they roam the school, making heads turn at the compatibility of the two. It's soo creepy yet soo kawaii at the same time that I could eat three bowls of rice!"
Her soliloquy over, the crazy otaku maintained her pose, still not noticing the looks she is getting from the customers. Suddenly, they started shrieking in agreement to Renge's statements.
"Since when was I anti-social?" Yuri finally managed. Thankfully, Nekozawa had released her hands when Renge appeared. He simply shrugged in reply to her question, a little confused himself. She turned to the other Hosts, who finally found the will to move.
"Have I ever been anti-social?" When they shrugged as well, she groaned. Seriously?! When has she ever been anti-social?
Meanwhile, Kyouya had barely moved since Renge's little speech. She called Nekozawa and Yuri a perfect match. And he wonders… Are they really? Yuri doesn't seem like Nekozawa's type and vice versa. Yet, the third year does seem to like her, even claims to love her. Bu, what about Yuri? Does she feel the same? Kyouya got his answer as soon as he thought it. Or, rather, what he though is Yuri's answer.
Doing his best to ignore the shrieks and the giggles, Nekozawa turned to Yuri again. "Yuri-san, I know it's too soon and I understand if you refuse but…"
It suddenly got quiet as the customers eagerly waited for him to continue. What's he going to do? Ask her to be his girlfriend? Spend Spring Break with him? Meet his family? Get engaged? Marry? Oh, the possibilities!
"… I know the Host Club is going to Okinawa this weekend and I'll be in Romania with my family for Spring Break but I don't want to wait 'til after…"
Yuri's heart hammered against her chest. Unknown to her, Kyouya's heart is doing the same thing.
"Yuri-san… Will you… Will you go to dinner with me on Thursday night?" her avid admirer finished.
She bit her lower lip, which she only does when she has no idea what to do. And right now, she has no idea what to do! Nekozawa just asked her out in front of a lot of people, including the Hosts! Including Kyouya-senpai, she thought, involuntarily looking at him from the corner of her eye. He looks the same as always, except his eyes, there's something in them. But she can't see from where she is standing so she doesn't know what it is.
At her silence, Nekozawa turned red, assuming she's refusing. "Um… I'm guessing I'm a little too forward-."
"No!" Yuri quickly said, feeling guilt pricking at her like thorns. "Um… I'll go. Have dinner with you I mean. But I can't stay out too late since that's a school night. Is that all right?"
The Third year broke into a smile. A wide happy smile that Yuri felt the guilt digging in painfully. She's giving him hope. Just like how the hosts give hope to some of their customers. Just like how she gives hope to Jake whenever she agrees to go on a friendly date with him. And now Nekozawa who has been nothing but sweet towards her. She has to reject him but she can't do that in front of everybody! Renge has done enough of that. She'll go out on a date with him. Who knows? She might feel a spark.
"Of course Yuri-san!" he replied, happily, taking her hand in his and placing it on his heart. "Thank you. You won't regret it! I'll come back tomorrow and let you know the details."
Yuri gave him the brightest smile she could muster. "Sure, no problem."
Giving her one last happy smile, he left the Music Room with what seems to be a slight skip to his step. As soon as he's gone, the screams erupted again and the girls crowded around Yuri, ignoring their Hosts for once. And the Hosts don't seem to mind. They just stood and stared, shocked by Yuri's reply. Haruhi is the first to recover.
"That was… Unexpected," she commented.
Hunny followed her lead. "Aww… Yu-chan is going out on a date with Neko-chan!" He suddenly looked unsure. "That's kind of kawaii, right?"
No one answered him.
"Oh the horror!" Tamaki shrieked, throwing his arms in the air in panic. "My daughter! My sweet darling daughter is going on a date with Nekozawa-senpai! How can this be? There has to be something involved here! A spell or… Or… A love potion! Yes! A love potion! I distinctly heard him say something about a love potion! Oh, how do I save my precious Yuri? How? How?"
He sank to his knees on the floor like a defeated man. Hunny patted his shoulder, worriedly. Mori simply stood beside his cousin, a little speechless himself even though he rarely talks. Haruhi went to rescue Yuri from the throng of girls and a crazy otaku. The twins still seem unable to grasp what just happened. And Kyouya… Kyouya just stood, looking neutral though neutral is the last thing he really feels.
_ _ _
"Thanks for going with me Haruhi," Yuri said, as she and the other girl scanned the shelves for a can of cream.
The two are at a local Grocery store, just a few blocks from Haruhi's apartment. They were on their way after a rather interesting day when Yuri remembered that she needed some things and Haruhi offered to accompany her.
"I don't know why Kaori suddenly wanted Mushroom Soup," she continued, shifting the basket, which already contains two cans of mushroom, two sticks of butter, and a bag of flour, from one arm to the other. "She's been craving it for two days now."
"No problem. With that hand, I think you need some help carrying these stuff home by yourself."
"Yeah. Today was eventful wasn't it?"
They found the can of cream and took two.
"Very," Haruhi agreed. "What's next?"
"Salt. We ran out yesterday."
The two walked up and down the aisle, heading towards where the salt is. They passed by some mirrors on sale. She caught a quick glimpse of one, looked away then realized something. She looked back at it and felt her whole body tense. Two men, she remembered them from the train sitting near then that morning, are watching her and Haruhi, their shopping basket empty. She recognized one of them as the man in the black coat and sunglasses she bumped into while rushing out of the busy station. Why are they here? More importantly, why are they watching her and Haruhi? Coincidence? Maybe. Suspicious? Definitely.
"Yuri? The salts are this way," Haruhi told her when she noticed that her friend had stopped.
"Oh right. Gomen. These mirrors distracted me. They looked cool," Yuri lied, smoothly. She couldn't care less about the mirrors themselves but it's the warning they unintentionally sent her. "Look, that one's only fifty yen." She pointed to a full-sized mirror with black frams.
The men looked away once they realized that they are visible in the mirror she pointed out. With this reaction, Yuri knew that she has to be more cautious now. These men are not casual bypassers. There's something sinister about them. She knows what they want and she won't let them get to her goal before she does.
"I think I'll come back and check it out some other time," she said, beginning to walk away, quickly. "Let's get the salt."
_ _ _
Wednesday
Third Music Room
2:45 P.M.
Jotting down the last solution to the last Math problem, Haruhi is now finished with half of her homework. Now, she has at least fifteen minutes to relax before another day of hosting. Then, she'll do the rest of her homework at home. She stretched out and lay back on the couch, closing her eyes.
It's quiet that afternoon. Tamaki and Kyouya are discussing something for the trip to Okinawa, Hikaru is reading a book quietly across from her while Kaoru is in the kitchen helping Yuri, and Hunny is fast asleep, with Mori doing his homework nearby. Haruhi savored the peace and quiet in the Music Room, a very rare occurrence.
Five minutes later, the door to the pantry opened and Kaoru and Yuri emerged. Yuri has a tray of tea and cakes in her hands which she brought to the President and Vice President. Tamaki gave her a smile and thanked her while Kyouya simply nodded and did not look at her.
Frowning at his cold treatment, Yuri walked away and sank on the couch next to Haruhi, sighing deeply. Haruhi, noticing, opened her eyes and looked at her friend.
"He did it again didn't he?" she said, in a low tone so that only the two of them can hear.
Yuri nodded. "What on Earth did I do to him? He's been like this since Monday after I helped Kirimi-chan out the well."
Today and the last two days, Kyouya had been snubbing her, refusing to talk to her, won't even argue with her. This sudden coldness left Yuri wondering what she did to make him treat her like she doesn't exist. She doesn't know why it bothers her so much that he's ignoring her. His silence, not hearing him address her even once, they're driving her crazy! She doesn't know why but they do! And she doesn't know what to do!
"You know, I think there's still some Chocolate Mousse left over yesterday that Hunny-senpai didn't eat," Haruhi said, giving her a hint. She noticed how much Kyouya's ignorance affected Yuri. Haruhi's no fool. There's something between those two but they're much too oblivious to notice (like, she's one to talk). So as much as possible, she'll try to help without looking like she's helping. "And he's still asleep and probably won't wake up for another couple of minutes."
At first, Yuri doesn't get why Haruhi's telling her this? What about the cake and Hunny-senpai sleeping? Then, as if a door opened, she understood. Sliming in thanks at the brunette, she stood up and ran to the pantry to set a slice of chocolate mousses aside.
_ _ _
3:25 P.M.
The Host Club is Now Open For Business
Making sure she had served everybody, Yuri scanned each table. Everyone has tea and cake now. She looked at the clock. Nekozawa-senpai usually comes at three thirty. So she has five minutes. Rushing to the pantry, she took out the cake she had laid aside from the refrigerator. Then, she fixed some tea, three sugars, no milk. Placing both on her tray, she rushed back out, pausing halfway towards her destination. She's not so sure about this. Besides, what does she care if he ignores her? But a stupid voice in her head insists that she does care.
Suddenly nervous for some reason, she looked towards Haruhi's table. The brunette caught her eye and nodded in encouragement. Breathing deeply, Yuri nodded back and returned once more to the task at hand. Slowly but as confidently as she could, she approached Kyouya's table, the tray shaking in her hands. But on the bright side, he has no customers that day so she doesn't have to endure their penetrating glares.
She reached him. He didn't look up, just continued typing, paying her no attention. Gritting her teeth to prevent herself from yelling at him to stop ignoring her, Yuri laid the tray on the table. She picked up the cup and saucer and placed it in front of him. He didn't react. She picked up the plate of chocolate mousse and, while praying to a higher being, placed it next to the cup of tea. When his fingers stopped typing as his eyes caught sight of the cake, Yuri knew her prayer has been answered. Without a word, she turned around and walked away. When she turned her head to catch a glimpse of him, he had resumed typing.
_ _ _
5:15 P.M.
The Host Club is now Closed. Come Again Soon!
"Yuri."
She felt her heart quickening as she heard that voice say her name for the first time in three days. Nevertheless, she looked up from cleaning the twins' table and struggled to find her voice.
"Yes, senpai?"
"I want to discuss your duties in Okinawa. I know you'll be busy tomorrow so I'd rather let you know now." He smiled at her and her heart skipped a beat. She never knew how much she missed his smile until now. "Hikaru, Kaoru, clean your own table for today."
"Aw man," the two groaned.
Yuri handed Hikaru her rag before sitting on the chair in front of the Shadow King. He made no mention nor explained his behavior the past couple of days. But she doesn't mind. He's talking to her and that's all that matter for now. His voice… Kami! She missed him talking to her! She missed his voice so much!
He began to talk to her as he typed. While listening to her do's and don'ts for the weekend, her eyes landed on the plate beside the teacup. Her heart rejoiced. It's like the cupcake all over again when she had just begun being their servant. Except now, she's not only the servant but the pianist as well… He's not discussing her debt but her duties for a 3-day get-away… Oh, and instead of a mere bite in the side like the cupcake, the cake is all gone with just crumbs as traces of it being there.
To Be Continued…