Chapter 11
I didn't stop running till I got home and was in my room, where I laid down on my bed.
-Few minutes later-
The phone and knowing my luck with phone calls I was hesitant to answer it. "H-hello? Fumija residence."
"Hello is this Fuma-chan?" asked Honey's little voice asked. It made me smile.
"Yes, hi Honey-sempai, please tell me you aren't calling about the Host Club or Chika. Cause if you are it's a wasted cause."
"I'm not calling to you about that, that's Kyo-chan and Tama-chan's job." He made a little laugh. "Anyway, I wanted to say that Takashi and I came up with a reason why you were crying but, we don't know if it's right or not." Honey knows?
"Ok, why do you think I was crying? What was your reason?" I asked.
"Well we thought because you didn't know how to react in the situation and you went a little reckless.
"What do you mean?"
"You wouldn't normally push Tama-chan to the floor and wouldn't cry about something Takashi said; you didn't know how to react." I took the phone away from my ear and looked at the caller ID. Is this really Honey-sempai?
"So you're saying I was crying because I didn't know how to react?"
"Yeah but, we could be wrong, Takashi and I talked about it on the way home."
"I'm sorry Honey-sempai but, I think you are wrong, because what was I reacting to?"
"That's what Takashi and I couldn't figure out. What happened that would make a girl cry? We replayed the scenes in our head and we summed it up to that reason."
It then hit me, the reason I was crying. I gasped, "Honey-sempai, you and Mori-sempai are wrong. I was crying for a different reason."
"Oh, can I know what it is? You don't have to if you don't want to."
"I'll tell, you even though it's a stupid reason. I was annoyed with Tamaki bothering me with the Host Club and because I was surprised I beat a Haninozuka." I confessed.
"I thought you and Chika-chan tied?"
"That's what we agreed on but, I did, actually, win."
"That's not a stupid reason; it's actually understandable," Honey explained, "Oh, sorry Fumi-chan I have to go."
"Gonna go have cake with Usa-chan?"I guessed.
"How'd you know?" Honey giggled.
"It's what you do." I smiled, "well bye Honey-sempai."
"Bye Fumi-chan- wait Fumi-chan."
"Yeah?"
"I don't think we should have a fight tomorrow."
"Why?"
"There's no reason to."
"Ok, bye Honey-sempai."
"Bye Fumi-chan." Honey hung up.
As I put the phone down my mom came into the house. "Hey mom, you're home early." I observed.
"What are you talking about I'm always home at this time. Are you okay, Mizuki?" She came to me to feel my forehead.
"I'm fine mo-"
"WHAT HAPPENED?!" oh crap. "Your cheek is all red." She placed her hand on my cheek.
"It's nothing mom, don't worry about it."
"Did you get into a fight at school?" My mom asked seriously.
"Yes but, this isn't from that. It's from a fight at the middle school," I explained.
"I don't think you should go to Ouran anymore, if you're getting into fights."
"Mom, Ouran is fine the fights weren't that big, they were really small. No one got badly hurt. And I told you this, "I pointed at my cheek, "isn't from the school fight."
"So you got it from a fight at the middle school? Why the hell are you going to the middle school to pick fights Mizuki?"
"Whoa, wait a second mom; I didn't go there to pick a fight I just needed to test a few skills on the teacher of the loser from the first fight." I told her calmly. Hopefully she settles down.
"Who were the fights against?"
"Kyon Adio and… um…" I stopped, I couldn't tell her, and she'd go insane.
"And who? You don't remember?" My mom was getting impatient.
"No I do, it was a Haninozuka… Yasuchika Haninozuka." I told her.
"A Haninozuka? I'm so proud but, how did you beat him? I thought you weren't taking karate anymore."
"I'm not and it wasn't a big deal," I objected, I walked over to the kitchen to start making dinner.
"Oh I forgot to tell you, as I was coming home I saw Ryoji Fujioka and insisted he must have dinner with us. He and his daughter should be her soon can you make something quick? I don't want them to wait while they are here." I walked into the pantry to get some noodles as the phone rang.
"Hello Ryoji-kun, some of Haruhi's friend, sure they can come it won't be a problem. How many are there? Four." In the pantry I dropped the bag of pasta I had in my hands.
Four? I hope- screw hope- I know it's the Host Club… minus Honey and Mori-sempai. I walked over to the pot of boiling water that was on the stove and began to pour the noodles into the water.
"Mizuki, Haruhi has some friends over so I'm letting them join us. Maybe you'll know them.
"Don't work mom," I grimaced, "I know them."
"Well I'm going to get dressed for our guests, you should too." My mom suggested.
"They see me in this all the time but, I'll change," I smirked.
"Dress in something nice, Ouran is a nice school," My mom began to say.
"Mom I go there, I know what it's like. It's full of rich kids," under my breath I muttered, "… snobs."
"Okay, sweetie," my mom left to her bedroom as I got a can of cream of mushroom soup and some tuna.
My mom came back when I was putting the noodles, which was now mixed with the tuna and cream of mushroom, into the oven and set the timer for 30 minutes.
"Mom could you start getting some edamame beans ready? I'm going to get dressed." I asked her.
"Sure," I walked to my room to change out of my school uniform.
I walked back into the kitchen to finish making dinner in my favorite outfit I never get to wear at Ouran. I am wearing a knit cap that has large yellow and light green stripes. My shirt is also light green with yellow stripes with larger stripes across it; it's a size too big for me and a v- neck so I wear a black under shirt. I also wear a black miniskirt that flows when I walk, and black flats complete my outfit.
"Mizuki isn't that a little too nice?" my mom eyed the outfit suspiciously. "It looks like your trying too hard."
"M-mom!" I was sort of disturbed, "It looks fine to me; I never get to wear it."
"Did I buy it for you?"
I laughed, "No, I bought it in France they are very fashionable there. It was when I was leaving France."
"It still fits you? That was in middle school."
"I bought a size too big so I made sure it would still fit. How are the edamame beans?" I went to look at them.
"They're fine, I added a bit of salt."
"Sounds yummy," I started getting place settings ready on the table for our guests.
I began getting tea ready, I was trying a new type of tea it was Black Tea from Africa. My dad got it for me when he went to Africa; he wanted me to try it out. "Mom why don't you call the Fujioka's I bet Haruhi's friends are waiting by the phone."
My mom began talking to Ranka, saying how dinner was ready and they could come over.
I took the meal out of the oven and placed it on the table.
The aroma quickly filled the house while the Host Club knocked rapidly on the door, my mom went to the door, "Hello Ranka, Haruhi." My mom greeted them.
"Hello Ms. Fumija." Haruhi said as I finished placing food on the plates.
"Oh I'm sorry, I don't mean to leave you in the cold, come in." Haruhi and her father walked into the house first; the boys took one step and froze. Tamaki's and the twins mouth fell opened in shock.
"Is there something wrong boys?" There's always something wrong with them, I remarked in my head as I walked over to the table.
The boys unfroze and as I had my back turned Tamaki asked, "So Mizuki is your lovely daughter, she looks a lot like you. You are both beautiful." I rolled my eyes at Tamaki's remark.
"Thank you, does Mizuki go to school with you boys?"
"This food looks delicious, sit down boys so we can eat." Ranka suggested and took a place at the table as did my mom and Haruhi.
"Boys sit down," My mom told them and as they sat down there was one place open and to my dismay it was in between Kyoya and Tamaki. "Mizuki you sit down too."
"Okay mom," I turned to look at the table and flashed a sweet smile. "Sorry I'm making you all wait."
Everyone, besides my mom and Ranka, just stared at me in shock. I reluctantly took my spot between Tamaki and Kyoya. Tamaki, blushing, looked at me as I sat down.
"Let's eat!" My mom took her chopsticks and began eating. Haruhi and Ranka also began eating but, the Hosts just stared at the plate. "This is really good, Mizuki." Ranka complimented.
"Thank you Mr. Fujioka. Oh would any of you like tea? I just made some." The Hosts came back from outer space with this comment.
"I'll get it, my princess." Tamaki jumped up.
"It's fine Tamaki you're a guest, just sit back down."
"No, no, no I insist, I'll get it, you're a lady." Tamaki objected.
"Tamaki, sit down," I pointed at his spot at the table, and went to get the tea pot.
"So you're Tamaki?" My mom stated.
"This is really good Mizuki-sempai," Haruhi complimented, taking another bite.
"Yeah, it's exceptional; I didn't know you could cook so well." The twins said simultaneously.
"Yes, it's very good Miss Fumija." Kyoya stated, though he had barely eaten any. I looked at Tamaki who looked like he was in heaven after one bite.
"I guess that's a compliment, Tamaki." I laughed a little and he blushed as he took another bite. I poured the tea and sat back down next to Tamaki and began to eat,
"So what are your boys' names?" My mom asked, trying to start a conversation.
"So we're sorry Miss Fumija, I'm Kaoru Hitachiin." Kaoru took my mom's hand.
"I'm Hikaru Hitachiin," Hikaru also took my mom's hand and the twins both kissed it.
"Kyoya Otori, pleasure to meet you, I'm in the same class as your daughter." Kyoya pushed his glasses up and gave a sweet smile to my mom.
"And are you apart of a club or something? Is that how you know each other?"
"We are apart of a Host Club. I am the King of the Host Club." Tamaki smiled.
"Does my daughter go to the Host Club?" My mom asked, curiously.
"No," all the Hosts and I answered.
"Why not?" My mom looked at me.
I sighed and gave the answer I give everyone, "There are better things to do than to go to a Host Club." I got up and took everyone's plate off the table. Tamaki stood up.
"I'll help you Mizuki."
"It's ok, Tamaki you don't have to."
"Mizuki, I think you should have them all help you, there are a lot of dishes." My mom suggested. Is she trying to get them to help me? Dang it mom.
"I can do it by myself, mom."
"You know, your mother is right princess, you could use some help." Tamaki looked at me.
"Ok, then Haruhi will you help me?"
"Haruhi, won't you please tell me about how you're doing at Ouran, Haruhi?" My mom asked Haruhi, trying to her attention.
"Sure," Haruhi looked at me, "I'm sorry, Mizuki." Haruhi walked to my mom.
The other Hosts walked over to me, "We can help you with the dishes," Hikaru and Kaoru offered.
"I'll help wash," Tamaki offered.
"I'll suppose I'll put them away." Kyoya stated,
"You don't know where they go," I countered,
"I can ask," Kyoya put his notebook on the counter. Great, I grimaced and went to the sink.
I picked up the first plate and placed it in the water. Tamaki grabbed another and copied exactly what I did. I handed my plate to Kaoru and Tamaki handed his to Hikaru, they both stared at the plates.
"Are you serious? What help are you two drying if you don't know what to do." I picked up a dish towel, took a plate from Kaoru and began washing the plate. "There, do that with every dish." I handed the towel to Kaoru and put the plate in the cupboard next to Tamaki. "The plates go in here, Kyoya." I went back to the sink and picked up another plate.
Tamaki picked up the strainer and looked at it confused, "Princess Fumija, what's this?"
"It's a strainer; it separates the noodles from the water so there is only noodles." Tamaki nodded and stuck it in the water and handed it to Kaoru, very proud of himself. I rolled my eyes.
"Where does the strainer go?" Kyoya held up the strainer.
"Give me that," I grabbed the strainer, what use are they if they don't know anything? I knelt down to a cupboard that was by the stove. I could tell they were staring at me. "Perverts," I said as I got up.
Tamaki was trying to hide his bright red face from me.
After a course of 15 minutes I was asked 5 times how to do something and it was getting on my nerves, quickly.
"Mom do we have any ice cream cones?" I asked.
"We should, in the pantry." My mom directed me. I walked to pantry and saw that the ice cream cones was on the top shelf. I tried to reach for them but it didn't work.
Hikaru came in and realized I needed help. "You need the ice cream cones? Here I'll help you." He reached up and easily grabbed the box.
"Thanks." He handed me the box; we both walked out of the pantry, smiling. Tamaki looked at us suspiciously; I just rolled my eyes and got vanilla ice cream out of the freezer.
I noticed Tamaki was as frozen as the ice cream when I turned and looked at him. I ignored him and began to scoop the ice cream into the cones.
I handed the first to Kaoru, "Here you go Kaoru," I handed the next to Hikaru, "and here's yours Hikaru."
"How can you tell us apart?" They asked.
"I just can." I smiled and scooped another ice cream cone for Tamaki. I held it out for him but he didn't take it. "Suou? Hello? Are you in there Suou?" No response. "Kyoya will you give this to him?" I asked looking at Kyoya.
"No, he can take it." Kyoya answered, smirking. Wonder what he's got up his sleeve.
I grabbed Tamaki's arm pulled it to the ice cream cone so he was holding the ice cream cone. "There," Tamaki turned a dark red, I turned to Kyoya. "You want one Kyoya?"
"No thank you, Miss Fumija. It doesn't appeal to me." Kyoya responded.
"Oh okay," Weird I only asked him, eh, he's picky and annoying. I just shrugged and began to give ice cream to Haruhi, her father and my mom.
"Thank you Mizuki." Ranka responded.
"Your welcome." I went to the kitchen and put the ice cream and the cones away.
Tamaki had regained enough composure to eat his ice cream; that was dripping down his hand. He stared at me as he slowly ate his ice cream.
"You know staring is rude, Suou." I plainly stated, Tamaki went into a sulking state and ate his ice cream. I sighed and went to talk to the rest of the guest, impatient for them to leave.