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Seven

He squeaks much like a five-year old girl with a deathly pale face and wide violet eyes and rushes behind the brunette female, Fujioka-chan, as the twins also let out shrieks of terror and hide behind her as well. I force myself to my feet as I grit my teeth to keep from crying out in pain. Kami, he is such an idiot! I'd kill him if he isn't the Chairman's son! Curse you, Suoh Tamaki!

"Scary," I hear Hunninozuka Mitsukuni-sempai say from his cousin's shoulders and I see the tall dark-haired male nod in agreement. Ootori Kyouya-san fixes his glasses with his middle finger and gives Suoh a slightly disgusted look before fixing his gaze on me. I ignore him as I continue to glare at the blond-haired imbecile before me. He squeaks again and hides from view, making me want to smirk darkly at him though my currents feelings and the agony of my broken ankle keep me from doing so. Idiot. He truly is lucky. If this were a normal situation, he would be dead by now. Idiot. Moron. Imbecile.

"Now, now," Ootori says as he pushes his glasses up with his middle finger once more and smiles a bit dangerously his eyes blocked by the glare on his lenses, "it wouldn't do to kill our Host Club President." Wait, how does he know what I'm thinking? Is he psychic or something? Oh, who am I kidding? Kyouya-san has always been able to read my mind. The bastard. "You caused this mess, and your injury, on your own, Ameissui-san. I believe you'll have to pay our fee if you are to stay in our club room for the rest of your Free Periods. Any objections, Tamaki?"

"What?!" both Fujioka-chan and I cry out together. My glare goes from the idiotic President to his Vice President in matter of seconds. The nerve of him! Urgh! I force my gaze away from Ootori and back to Suoh. Screw using Ootori's first name even in my thoughts!

"N-none, Kaa-san," he squeaks as my glares worsens. The nerve of agreeing with him! The imbecile! Ootori nods as his smile widens slightly.

"You," I hiss as I shield my eyes from view with my bangs though I can still see them, "are lucky you are the Chairman's son, Suoh, or I'd gut you like a fish and fry your insides over a fire pit to feed my bloodhounds! But be warned, if you pick me up and drop me again, I will do what I just said. Damn the rules of our aristocratic society. Understood?"

Suoh nods adamantly agreeing to my words as I limp past them to gather my things and get the hell out of here. As I pass Ootori though, he grabs my elbow and spins me around to face him.

"Yes, Ootori-kun?" I say politely purposely reducing his title to one below me and look up with a sugary-sweet smile. Behind his glasses I see his eyes narrow as his own sugary smile graces his features.

"Do you mind if we talk after regular club time, Ameissui-sama?" he asks a diss to my title as he cants his head to the side, his smile growing sinister. I allow my smile to grow dangerous as I cant my head as well. If he thinks that scares me then he has another thing coming.

"Of course, Ootori-kun I would love to. Where shall we meet to talk?"

"Here will do."

"I look forward to it."

"As do I, Ameissui-sama."

"Until then, Ootori-kun."

"Yes, until then, Ameissui-sama."

"Have a good day, Ootori-kun."

I quickly gather my things and turn to leave the room limping as I go. I keep my facial expression indifferent when I stop at the doors to turn and look at the entire Host Club. "Oh, and before I forget?" I smile at them all. "Do be sure the rest of you are cleared out before I arrive. It will be a... private discussion. Good day, gentlemen!" I wave my fingers in a farewell motion before opening the doors and closing them behind me.

I lean against the doors and pull out my cell phone. I hit the speed dial and wait for him to pick up.

"What may I do for you, my lovely granddaughter?" the sweetness of Ojii-san's voice hits my ear like molasses and I shudder. I can't believe I'm doing this.

"Ojii-san, I need you to do something for me," I say slowly and pause.

"Go on," he gives permission with a smile in his voice. I force back a second shutter and steel myself for what I am about to say next. This won't be easy to get out.

"I need you to set up an arranged marriage between Ootori Kyouya and myself. He has already looked up information about me and wants to talk to me after his club hours are over. If you can do this before then, it would help keep things smooth about my cover here at the school," I explain quickly and close my eyes.

There's a pregnant pause on both ends as I wait for what he'll say. I nibble on my bottom lip nervously and my eyes open and dart around for anyone who could be listening in. Seeing that the hallway is clear, I relax a little better and continue to wait. He might not agree to this. I hope he does though. It really will make things smoother for me.

"I see," he says after a minute or so and I hold my breath. "Are you sure there is no other way you can explain why you would still be in high school?"

"No, Ojii-san, there isn't," I reply and cross my fingers and toes. I hope this works. I hope this works.

He's quiet for only a moment more before saying, "I shall call in a meeting with his outou-san and give him the option. With how he wants to merge our companies together, he will probably agree. Is there anything else you need, Hoshimi-chan?"

I sigh softly and smile though I keep it out of my voice. "No, there is nothing else I need, Ojii-san. Thank you. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Hoshimi-chan," he says before I hear a click and the line goes dead. I breathe in through my nose as I end the call from my side and put my cell phone away in my secret pocket.

"I hope this works," I mutter as I force myself off of the doors and limp down the hallway to get to the Doctor's Office on the first floor. My ankle is really starting to scream at me now.

~0~0~

The doctor wraps my ankle and puts some ice on it while he calls the Chairman to tell him what happened to me. I told some bullshit story about falling down the stairs and landing on my ankle half way down as I caught myself and the doctor actually believed me. I'm surprised my acting skills are that good, at this point. I won't have to kill that acting sensei at all, at this rate. Things are looking up for him.

"The Chairman will be checking that stairwell to see what could have caused you to slip and break your ankle, Ameissui-san," the doctor says as he comes back in after finishing his phone call to the Chairman and I nod as I take out my schoolwork and begin working on it once more. I hear the door to the office open and point that out to the doctor who hurries to his next patient.

"Can I help you?" the doctor asks from the other room as I set my work aside to listen in. I wonder who fell or got hurt.

"Is Ameissui Hoshimi here?" I hear a slightly familiar voice ask and I cant my head to the side to figure out who it is? Is it that girl from Homeroom or a Host Club member? I can't tell.

"Are you a friend or an acquaintance of hers?" the doctor asks and I hear the shuffling of feet. I smile as I shake my head. Ah, so it is her.

"I'm an acquaintance of hers. We have Homeroom together," I hear her say without a stutter and hold back a snort. So she can speak without a stutter? Interesting. I guess I really do intimidate her, after all.

"Right this way then," the doctor says and I quickly pick up my schoolwork and begin working on it. I don't want to get caught eavesdropping, after all. I can hear their footsteps drawing closer as I just finish my math and the doctor draws back the curtain more and motions for her to enter.

"Thank you," she says with a smile and the doctor nods before walking off. I wonder she wants to talk about. I guess I'm about to find out.

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