Chapter 6

*Kyoya's POV*

I couldn't grasp an idea if it was Fumija who returned my notebook or maybe it was a fangirl. There is no way a fangirl would even think about climbing a tree. So it was mostly likely Miss Fumija but, when did she go get it? I wrote information of Mizuki in my notebook, liking the sense of writing again.

"Hey Kyoya, I have an idea, it's just my hypothesis, of course, but, Princess Fumija is talking a lot nicer to Haruhi than to me. I think it's because they live next door to each other and both live with one parent, of course, the reason Haruhi lives only with her dad is cause her mom died." Tamaki began to try and make a rational explanation to why she was nicer to a girl. We got to the doors of the Host Club and Tamaki turned towards me. "Kyoya, what do you think Mizuki is afraid of?"

The Host Club, I thought knowing that answer was a lie. "I don't know Tamaki and what should it matter to you to know what she is afraid of. You normally don't want to know the fears of your other princesses." I mumbled as he opened the doors to the Host Club.

"Kyo-chan you got your notebook from the enormous tree!" Honey-sempai exclaimed from Mori-sempai's shoulders. "How? Did you go and get it down?"

"No, I did not go get it; I guess someone got it down from tree." I guessed looking at my data I had just written down.

"I bet it was Fumi-chan, I bet she really likes you, Kyo-chan!" Honey-sempai got down from Mori-sempai. Tamaki, on the other hand, had turned white with shock and fear.

"No, I honestly think she wouldn't love anyone in our club; and I'm not exactly wanting to look up her middle school life." I commented.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! You looked up everything about me!" Haruhi angrily shouted.

"But you're new, Fumija has been here for two years now; I don't really need –nor do I want to- look up stuff on her."

"Good," Tamaki regained saneness, "now our guests will be coming any minute, go get ready." Tamaki ordered and we all headed to the changing room.

*Your POV*

-At home-

I just finished my book from the library when I heard a knock on my front door. Wow, someone is here, no one comes here. I got up from the couch and walked over to the door to find out it was Haruhi.

"Oh, hello Haruhi, what's up?" I asked.

"My dad and I were wondering if you would like to join us for dinner, since you are home alone. We don't want you to have to eat alone… again." Haruhi requested.

"I don't really want to be a bother." I imposed.

"You won't be a bother, besides we're asking you." I thought about that for a moment then shrugged.

"OK, I'll come with you for dinner. Soon, thought, you will have to eat with my mom and me." I accepted her offer.

"That shouldn't be a problem. Dinner should be ready in about 10 minutes." Haruhi explained.

"You wouldn't mind if I came over now, I have nothing to do right now so I'd be sitting at home alone 10 minutes." I, not really unknowingly, made her feel bad for me.

"You can come over now, I don't mind." Haruhi smiled and took a step backwards so I could close the door and step out.

-After dinner-

"I should probably go back home, thank you so much for the dinner." I thanked them and decided to just go home even though my mom was probably home drinking tea or coffee with whatever man she had decided to be her boyfriend.

When I walked through my door I saw my mom and a random man, my mom looked towards the door as the man just continued to drink his coffee."Hello Mizuki, welcome home, how was dinner?" My mom asked.

"Dinner was good; I think I'm going to go to bed now, goodnight mom." I began to walk towards my room.

"Hold on Mizuki, a guy called for you. I think he was from his school." My mom began to explain.

"Did he say what his name was and what he wanted?" I asked fearing it was Kyoya.

"Um... I can't remember what he said his name was but once I said that you weren't home at the moment he said that he would just talk to you later."

"Hmm… ok, well 'bye mom." I began to walk again. Kyoya when I find that was you… I threatened in my head and began to get changed into my pajamas.

-The next morning-

I ended up waking up late the next morning and had to rush to try and get to school on time that ended up not working. I ended up being 20 minutes late to class.

*Tamaki's POV*

-Beginning of class-

Where's Princess Fumija, I thought, staring at the empty seat in front of me. Kyoya was staring at her desk as well. Is Honey-sempai right when he said that Kyoya likes Princess Fumija, he does seem to want her to come to the Host Club. Could it be not just money that Kyoya wants her to come?

Kyoya began writing in his secret notebook then stopped and looked up as Princess Fumija quietly stepped into class. We both stared at her, paying no attention to the lesson.

Halfway through the period the teacher interrupted her own lesson, "Mr. Suou, Mr. Otori," Kyoya and I both looked up, "I know that Ms. Fumija is pretty but please at least pretend to pay attention." I turned extremely red, like the roses we have at the Host Club. Kyoya just began to write in his notebook as I could hear Mizuki trying not to laugh behind me.

-After class-

*Your POV*

Tamaki left quickly after class leaving Kyoya alone, which I found strange.

"Your mother is a very sweet woman." Kyoya came up to me.

"Yes, she is. Now stalker how did you get my phone number?" I asked.

"I have my sources." I started to walk backwards, pointed at Kyoya and yelled. "KYOYA'S A STALKER!" and bolted out of the classroom. Mr. Long legs caught up to me in less than a minute.

"Do you even want to know why I called?" Kyoya asked.

"No actually I don't want to know, now get away from me, you perverted stalker."

"How am I a pervert?" Kyoya wondered.

"Hmmm… let's think, if you know my phone number you probably know where I live and heck if you know that you must have…" I trailed off and shuddered.

"Ok… oh one more thing before you decide to bolt away from me again." Kyoya grabbed my hand pulled my ear very close to his mouth. "You're Tamaki's favorite princess, though of course, why would you care?" He whispered and let go of my hand, turned and began to walk away. He's right why would I care? I thought as I walked towards the cafeteria.

As I ate my lunch I strangely remembered that morning, a couple of days ago, when I saw Tamaki's teddy bear. I pondered on an idea for a minute then had decided I'm going to take Tamaki's precious bear. It might involve going to the third music room but messing with the Host Club is amazing.

I thought about how I would decide to get the bear and if I should tell anyone of my plan. I came up to the decision that telling anyone might ruin my fun and the second part, how I was going to get the bear was easy, go to the music room, look around a bit, find it and leave. And so tomorrow, let the fun begin.