Host Club Love
Disclaimer : I don't own Ouran Host Club just the Ocs and the plot.
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Three
(YUKI'S POV)
(END OF SCHOOL DAY – HOST CLUB - FRIDAY)
Quietly I made my way over to Kyoya. We'd just gotten in and it was about 15 minutes till club would start today. I smiled and stopped beside him, he didn't look up but I noted the small smirk that tugged on his lips. My hand darted into my bag and pulled out a medium sized white box. He looked up at me as did everyone else in the room, only Haruhi knew.
"Arigato Ootori-sama. I know you won't admit to having sent help over to mine but I know it was you, my brother won't admit it either but I still want to say thank you. So here, it's not optional, it's for you and I won't take it back." I handed him the box and looked at the ground blushing furiously as he stared at the box.
"Can I change your mind or is it set in stone like usual when you give me this?" his voice had a slight hint of a tease to it and that only increased my blush, quietly I spoke though.
"It's set in stone Ootori-sama." he sighed.
"I see. If I accept this, then you have to call me by my name, not Ootori-sama. Okay?"
My face reddened even more. I nodded slowly and he smirked, I just knew he did. Causally he lifted my head up to look at him and despite my obvious blush he smiled softly at me.
"Go on."
"k-kyoya-sama."
"No sama."
"K-k-kyoya-senpai."
"Better. Now what wondrous cake do I have this time Yuki-chan?"
"I made your favourite."
"My favourite? I don't believe I've ever told you what my favourite is."
"Y-you haven't but your eyes light up more than usual when I give you it."
He smirked and ruffled my hair before opening the box to reveal 4 small cakes with vanilla icing on and a strawberry on top of each. There were also some strawberry sprinkles. He smiled and picked one up, carefully unwrapping it and took a bite out of it.
I couldn't help but watch as he ate the cake and as usual my face reddened. The first time he'd ever caught me watching him with a red face I'd made up the excuse it was to see if he liked my cooking cause I never usually cook for people outside my family so now he's used to it. However, as I watched him chew and swallow the piece before taking another bite, I could feel 5 pairs of eyes staring in disbelief and I was sure the 6th pair was trying not to laugh at me.
Once Kyoya had finished the cake he gently tossed the wrapper into the bin and turned to smile at me. "You are truly amazing with your cooking skills Yuki-chan. The cakes though, did you change something this time? They tasted different but not in a way..."
Shyly I smiled and nodded "The last time you commented on how sweet they were and I remember you having said a while back that you don't greatly like sweet foods so I added less sugar in." I looked away as I felt my blush intensify.
"Thank you but you didn't have to change anything, they were perfect before."
"Oh. Sorry … I just thought maybe you might have preferred it less sweet."
"It's alright. Maybe next time you could do it like you usually do?"
"Of course."
He reached out and ruffled my hair before clapping his hands and calling out that club was about to begin. I was sort of relieved when Haruhi grabbed my hand and pulled me over to her sofa with a knowing smile in her eyes. Well, only slightly because I knew what she's like.
"No."
Grinning she smirked. "And why not?"
"Haruhi, I don't know if you remember or not, but the last time you attempted to play match maker it ended up with me being going out with a guy for 48 hours before he returned home to Italy."
"Yes but Kyoya-senpai doesn't live in Italy, he lives in Japan."
"I'm not rich."
"You wish. We'll talk about this later."
"Only if you can catch me later."
"Believe me I will."
"Good luck Haruhi, remember I can always let slip something."
"I can do the same."
We glared before doing the most childish thing that the customers had ever seen. By now I'd gotten used to Kyoya being Mommy and Tamaki being Daddy.
"MOMMY/DADDY" was called at exactly the same time. Kyoya and Tamaki looked up stunned to see me and Haruhi glaring at each other with a visible pout on our faces. The customers who had just started walking in also had stunned faces as they looked at the clearly angry cousins.
"YOU!" Haruhi shouted pointing an accusing finger at me.
"Yes me?"
"You called Tamaki-senpai!"
"Yes, and you called Kyoya-senpai!"
"Well you~"
"Don't even say it!"
"Why not?"
"Cause you~"
"FINE! I'll tell Ryu-kun!"
"I'll tell Nana-sama"
"I'll tell Papa-sama!"
"Really? I'll give those photos of you to Momo-nee!"
"YOU WOULDN'T! I swear if you do then I'll give the photos of you Juu-kun and Shane-kun!"
"If you do that I'll tell Uncle!"
"I'll tell the twins!"
"You tell the twins and I'll tell Lucy-nee!"
"Then I'll tell your Dad!"
"Really. How would you feel if I had a big family dinner with Mum."
"I won't do anything."
"Then I won't either."
"Deal."
"Done deal for now."
We smiled at each other before turning to the customers. Haruhi smiled and I went immediately into a low bow apologizing for the scene everyone had just witnessed. Haruhi smirked and pulled me out of my bow as everyone said it was fine.
Quickly I was dragged to sit next to Tamaki who wanted to know, along with his customers why me and Haruhi could argue one second then be perfect the next. I smiled softly and looked at the floor as I answered.
"I guess it's just who we are. Haruhi and me have always been good friends since we were little. At first he used to hate me because I was always surrounded by my brothers but after I got into an argument with one of them and I ran to Haruhi we sort of clicked. Since then we can hate each other one minute and be fine the next, it's always playful and I love my cousin."
Immediately I heard sobbing and swooning, glancing up I was shocked to see Tamaki sobbing whilst the girls swooned at such a touching story. I smiled softly, maybe these people weren't so bad after all. I glanced over at Haruhi who seemed to be having fun talking.
"So Yuki-chan" one of the girls began. She had curly orange hair and a soft smile. "Why did you come to Ouran?"
"Well. My brother sort of made me apply for a scholarship and I got in. I only agreed to do the scholarship if my brother would stop getting into trouble with his teachers and leaving his sister to worry about him."
"So you only did it to get your siblings to behave!"
"Partially. I would never admit it to them but I have always loved the thought of going to Ouran, I guess one of them had been reading my journal."
"You keep a journal!" Tamaki was suddenly interested and all the girls were looking at me curiously.
"Yes. It was something that a person very dear to me gave me so I could keep a record of my life, I get a new one each year."
"That sounds … interesting."
"It's not when I'm writing it but when I look back it usually makes me smile and laugh. I write everything in my journals and I'm meant to be the only one who reads them but that doesn't always count true."
"Why don't you get a lock?"
"I have a lock on my journal, and on my door, not that I ever lock my door any more, it's useless though as all my family can pick a lock."
Shocked gasps and I bit back a laugh. "Don't worry they only know how so they can make sure I'm alright if I lock my door. When they couldn't unlock my door before they got worried cause the one time I refused to leave my room for a week. I left when I began to feel dizzy, I ended up in hospital for a month."
One girl that sat with us raised her eyebrow, she didn't seem to like me much and the feeling was mutual. She twirled a lock of her black hair and glanced at me with her grey eyes before speaking.
"How many are there in your family?"
"Well there's my Mum, Dad, Ryu-nii, Lucy-nee, Juu-nii, Momo-nee, Sha-nii, me, Hiro-chan, Yu-chan and Mai. So I have 6 siblings and there's my brothers' partners too plus my mum and dad."
"Ah. So it is true that commoners breed like rats."
I felt my body twitch. "What's that supposed to mean? The more the merry is how I see it."
"Surely though" she smirked "You're parents can't afford all of you?"
"Ryu-nii, Lucy-nee, Juu-nii, Momo-nee and Sha-nii all have jobs they do after their studies and they help pay for them staying at the house so we can all manage."
"What about yourself?"
"I was until recently working in a Music Shop but Ouran said I would have to quit so I did. Now I do volunteer work with the homeless."
"I see. Well it would be easy for you, I mean there isn't much difference between the homeless and the poor now is there?"
People in the room had gone silent. I stood up and without thinking slapped the girl across the face before giving her my most deadly glare. Nobody moved or said anything.
"You should learn to watch your tongue on matters that don't concern your input and especially if you know nothing of those situations. There is a difference between the poor and the homeless, my family isn't poor and I enjoy helping the homeless as it gives me a sense of fulfilment."
Calmly I walked away, snatched my bag up off the floor and went into the changing rooms before collapsing onto the sofa in there. Why did my life have to suck so much! As if on cue I heard the door open and felt Haruhi sit down next to me as she gently stroked a hand through my hair to calm me down. I sighed and pulled my head up only to see the girl who'd pissed me off stood uncertainly in the door way.
"URGH! Does the Lord hate me! What do you want? To make more comments!" I shouted, I could sense the girl getting uncomfortable but I didn't care. My family always said that since I was AB blood type I had a sort of split personality. I was sweet but I was also evil, they called me Lucifer as a joke.
"I wanted to apologize for what I said." her voice was quiet.
"Why? You obviously meant for it to hurt."
"It wasn't fair. I'm sorry. I dislike you because you're a commoner and you look different but that's not reason to act the way I did."
Sighing I sat up and looked at her. "Fine just don't do it again. I'm sorry I slapped you."
"It's alright. I sort of deserved it, but I wouldn't have thought you could be vicious, you sort of look defenceless."
"Yeah. My family think that because I'm AB blood type I can be evil when angered and that's when people start acting all High and Mighty with me usually."
"Don't worry, is it okay if we try to be friendly?"
"Sure why not?"
"Again sorry."
"Meh."
As the girl left my mobile decided to go off. I looked around the room for a minute before realising that the beginning of What the fuck is jumpstart by Nightcore was my mobile. Reaching into my bag and pulling the phone out I gave a puzzled look and answered it.
"Moshi Moshi."
"UWAAAHHAAAA!" was the reply, I jumped back a bit.
"Juu-nii what's up?"
"My teddys missing!"
"Have you checked the washing basket?"
"No..."
"Go check."
Silence.
"I found it, he's on the line. Oh, Momo-chan wants a word."
"YUUUUUUKIIII!"
"Hai?"
"I can't find anything to eat and I don't know what I want!"
"Top shelf, cupboard on above the sink, you'll find some rock candy, have some."
"Arigato! Oh, Dad wants a word."
"Ohayo Dad."
"Hey kiddo. I just wanted to say I bought you a pretty pink dress that you can~"
"Bye Dad." sighing I ended the phone call, turned to Haruhi and fell into her. "Why does the Lord hate me?"
"Everyone loosing stuff again?"
"Mmmhhmmm."
"Come on, club's ending let's go home."
"Hai. Hai."