Disclaimer: I wish.
Chapter 8: The Mabudachi Trio
As soon as Yuki slumped over, the Host Club froze.
"Yu-chan?" squeaked Hani, releasing Haruhi's arm and gently prodding the unconscious teen. When he didn't respond, Hani launched himself towards Mori, who was only halfway out the door, following Tamaki.
"Takashi! I killed him!" sobbed Hani hysterically. "I'm a fugitive!"
Patting Hani's blond head reassuringly, Mori strode over and picked Yuki up easily.
Haruhi questioned, "Mori-sempai, where--?"
"Nurse," responded the senior shortly, already through the tall pink portals of the Third Music Room. Everyone quickly stood up and ran after Mori.
Never before at Ouran High School has this been seen: All seven of the original Host Club members running through the hallways, with...
"their fallen comrade clutched lovingly in their arms! BRIDAL STYLE! MOE!" shrieked the overexcited Ouran ladies. Perfectly polished leather shoes squeaked as they skidded around corners, running so quickly that light yellow dresses billowed up along with their owners' frantic squeals. Finally, they reached the nurse's office.
Tamaki shouted, "Starlight Kick!" and smashed the door open with his foot dramatically. The nurse looked up, startled, as the glorious Host Club stormed inside, clutching an unconscious teen.
"Oh my! What happened?" asked the nurse frantically, bustling over. "Never mind, get your friend on the bed and notify the doctor!"
Haruhi watched amazed as doctors appeared out of nowhere and wheeled out a huge machine, shrieking, "Call the boy's parents! Hook up the machine! Code Blue! Code Blue!"
So...so melodramatic... Haruhi sweatdropped as Tamaki collapsed next to Yuki's bed, wailing, "WHY? He was so young!"
"Tono!" sobbed the twins, kneeling next to Tamaki.
After ten minutes of scenes that could have been from a Korean hospital drama, Haruhi was feeling quite annoyed. Wading through their puddle of tears, she gave a good smack to each of their heads, pulled the three of them by their ears, and plopped them down on the beige sofa.
A/N: Really, there are no such things as commoners' plastic chairs at Ouran! What were you thinking?!
"Listen, wailing like Yuki-kun is already dead isn't going to help!" seethed Haruhi.
"A-already?!" sniffed Hani, eyes starting to water again. "Haru-chan, is Yu-chan going to die?"
"N-no! Of course not! I mean, we have to be strong, so Yuki-kun can know we're here for him!"
"But Haruhi, he looks dead..." whispered Hikaru and Kaoru.
Everyone turned around and shuddered at the large blinking machine that had an oxygen mask. Currently, the strange implement was covering Yuki's mouth.
"Yeah...that hose looks like it's sucking the life out of him..." whimpered Tamaki.
"Idiots. That's the newest piece of medical technology, the B.R.E.A.T.H. 5000," explained Kyoya.
Suddenly, the poor battered door, which was still recovering from Tamaki's foot (which was throbbing madly now), was once again smashed down as a voice screeched "Hi-yah!"
Startled, the Host Club members turned to look at the smoking door, damaged beyond repair. From the mist, an ethereal angel appeared. With sleek, glossy hair braided neatly and wearing a flattering red robe, it was impossible to tell what gender the stranger was. Nevertheless, he/she/it (They swore it could have been an angel, honest!) stole their breath away as he/she/it gazed at them with exquisite golden eyes. Then, the stranger's soft lips parted, and all their little fantasies and dreams were shattered.
It wasn't because his voice, decidedly male, was terrible-- it was the words he uttered with such flamboyant passion, hurling himself to the prone figure lying on the bed that scared the wits out of them.
"YUUUUUKIIII!! You're d-dead?! Oh, as soon as I heard the news, I rushed over here as fast as I could, knowing that in your last moments, you must have been pining for your beloved niisan!"
"NIISAN?!" the Host Club echoed, gaping at this effeminate man who was the polar opposite from the Yuki they knew.
"Hai, hai! Ayame here is Yuki's elder brother! He never told you?" asked a handsome man in a navy blue yukata, stepping gingerly over the remains of the mangled door. Following him closely was Hatori, who immediately went to Yuki's side, only giving a curt nod to their all salutations.
"Aya," pouted Shigure. "It wasn't very nice of you to ditch us as soon as that nice girl gave us instructions!"
"And who are you?" inquired Kyoya politely. Underneath his calm demeanor, he was furious with himself that he didn't do enough research on this Yuki Sohma. But really, who would have known that calm and composed Yuki would have such a-- for lack of a better adjective--Tamaki-like elder brother?
"Who, me? I'm the great novelist, Shigure Sohma! Also known as Yuki's cousin and guardian! Add Aya and Hari and we're the Mabudachi Trio!"
"Gure!" cried Aya, flinging himself into Shigure's arms. "Y-yuki" (sniff) "left us" (gasp) "to go to" (sharp inhale) "other world!"
Shigure launched into the role of the protective seme as soon as he picked up Aya's cue.
"My dear Aya, he may have left you, but I never will," declared Shigure, wrapping his arms protectively around his trembling friend.
With teardrops resting delicately on his long eyelashes, Ayame gave one last hiccuping sob and glanced shyly at Shigure. "I-if you would be willing to do that, Gure, then that's all my little heart asks for..." The Host Club was in suspense at this display of homo-homo love. Even the twins were impressed at the swirl of sparkles and flowers that seemed to fly around Shigure and Aya.
The "moment" was ruined when they jumped up and grinned, giving each other the thumbs-up to the surprise of their audience.
"NICE!"
Hatori sighed, irritated. "You've been doing that act since high school. Shouldn't it have become old by now?"
They promptly replied, "Never."
"High school, eh?" Haruhi quirked her eyebrows. "Sounds like somebody I know. In fact, make that two somebodies."
As Hikaru and Kaoru glided over to chat with Ayame, Shigure introduced himself to Shadow King. He gave a friendly smile, knowing fully that this teenager was the mastermind Kyoya Ootori.
Kyoya returned the introductions and they exchanged gilded smiles. He knew this Shigure was not the easy-going guy he appeared to be. There was something mysterious and disturbing deep within those dark eyes and polite smile.
"So!" he said abruptly, spinning around and going to Hatori. "How's dear little Yuki-kun?"
Hatori was flipping through the report that had been filled out by the nurse a while ago. "According to this, it seems like he inhaled an excessive amount of smoke..." Staring down the Host Club, he asked, "Do you know anything about this?"
Quivering, Tamaki stepped forward for the explanation. "Ah...our sincerest apologies, Sohma-san. We were just...playing!"
Hatori stared at him with his piercing eye, then turned away and murmured, "Hm. I see."
Truly worried, Haruhi stepped up and voiced the million-dollar question. "Will Yuki-kun be all right?"
Diverting his attention from the report, Hatori peered at this plain-looking boy with the huge brown eyes. Suddenly, he blinked in realization. Looking at her worried expression with a slightly softer gaze than the death glare he shot Tamaki with, he replied, "Yes. I think he will be."
During Hatori and Haruhi's conversation, Kyoya had been leaning against the wall, scanning the room. All the doctors had disappeared again save for one nurse that was offering Hani a lollipop while Mori hovered protectively over him. The twins were still talking to Yuki's elder brother, who was waving his arms flamboyantly. Tamaki had also joined the group and was hanging on to Aya's every word. Rubbing his temples, Kyoya sighed. Hatori-san was the kind of proper doctor he usually associated with, but Shigure and Ayame seemed more like the King and his devils: flirtatious, carefree, and resplendent. This afternoon had been quite stressful for him, and he longed to go home and sleep; however, the businessman inside him chided Kyoya for not using this golden opportunity to get closer with the Sohmas, owners of a large and painfully exclusive private company. As he was mulling this over, Tamaki shouted, "Okaasan! Come here!"
Growling in frustration, Kyoya strode over and plastered on his "open-for-business" smile, mostly for Ayame. "Yes?"
Grabbing his arm, Tamaki excitedly said, "Kyoya, Ayame-san is the owner of a clothing store! He could make our cosplay costumes for us!"
Ayame tossed his head proudly. "Cosplay is my specialty! I'll be glad to give a special discount to my little brother's friends!"
Hikaru and Kaoru grinned. "Isn't he awesome, Kyoya-sempai?" they chorused.
Kyoya was secretly delighted. He had been looking for an opportunity and surprisingly, the baka Tamaki had created it! Giving Ayame a smile, he stuck out his hand for a handshake. "That would be delightful. Would this be problematic for you, Sohma-san?"
Ayame laughed and shook Kyoya's hand in a remarkably firm grip. "No problem at all, Kyoya-kun! No need to be so formal; Ayame is fine!"
As they were sealing the deal, Hikaru and Kaoru grinned and pulled out Kyoya's laptop. "Guess what, Kyoya-sempai?"
"What?"
"We auctioned off Yuki's autographed picture for 593,000 yen!" they cheered, showing Kyoya the Host Club's auction page on their website.
A/N: Remember chapter 7? I told you to remember that part!
Kyoya was pleased. Who knew this Yuki Sohma could be so useful? He mused as he entered the digits into the Host Club's budget. Later, when Yuki regained consciousness, he would find out that the Mabudachi Trio was here, the twins and Tamaki adored Ayame, Hani had eaten 10 lollipops while Mori silently disapproved, some rabid fangirl had bought his picture and was probably drooling over it, and the pirates/sailor idea was off since Ayame was making their cosplay costumes. After hearing all this, Yuki wished this cursed week was over already. Alas, it was only Monday and he still hadn't gotten around to asking Tamaki over.
...Damn it.
The unnatural glow of the computer monitor cast over Kyoya's normally handsome features gave him an eerie look. Huddled over his laptop, Kyoya was busy researching the Sohmas. His elder sister Fuyumi had come in earlier, offering to turn on the lights, but he had refused. Now he was tapping furiously at the keys, trying to find valuable information about the Sohmas, but it was turning out to be difficult. It seemed like there was a lot of information about this family, but they hid in the shadows, silently pulling the strings in the background.
Frustrated, Kyoya adjusted his glasses and sipped at his coffee, but to his displeasure, it had turned cold. He glanced at the clock and was startled to discover it was already 10:52. He had researched everything about Yuki, Shigure, Hatori, Ayame, Kyo, Hatsuharu, Momiji, and Tohru and compiled it into a short list.
A/N: Le gasp! An actual peek into what Kyoya writes in his black notebook! This is the result of hours of researching everything he could get his hands on, including old school records, government records, and even the FBI records! Hey, with the amount of power the Ootoris have, it could be possible. -shrugs-
-Name: Yuki Sohma
-Gender: Male
-Age: 16
-Height: 170.5
-Weight: 54kg
-Bloodtype: A
-Sign: Virgo
-Occupation: 9th grader at Ouran High School
Comments:
-Status of parents: unknown
-Has a 10-year-older brother, Ayame (see below)
-Had severe asthma and bronchitis
-Had fanclub made up of more than 50 percent of the girls
-Straight A student
-Reason for transferring: unknown
-Lives with Shigure Sohma, Kyo Sohma, and Tohru Honda
-On bad terms with Kyo. Calls him "stupid cat." Lame excuse why they called each other animals. Must investigate.
-Peculiar hair/eye color. Must confirm if it's natural.
--
-Name: Kyo Sohma
-Male
-Age: 16
-Height: 171.3
-Weight: 54kg
-Bloodtype: A
-Sign: Capricorn
-Occupation: 9th grader at Kaibara High School
Comments:
-Grades: average
-Mother committed suicide when he was little. Father abandoned him.
-Gets into fights
-Lives with Shigure Sohma, Yuki Sohma, and Tohru Honda
-On bad terms with Yuki. Calls him "damn rat." Must investigate.
-Peculiar hair/eye color. Must confirm if it's natural.
--
-Name: Hatusharu "Haru" Sohma
-Male
-Age: 15
-Height: 170.2
-Weight: 57.5kg
-Bloodtype: O
-Sign: Cancer
-Occupation: 8th grader at Mirumo Middle School A/N: Fiiine. I made it up. In my defense, we never find out what which middle school Haru and Momiji go to!
Comments:
-On good terms with Mother and Father
-Lives at Sohma Compound (address filed away for future reference)
-Close to Momiji?
-Peculiar hair/eye color. Must confirm if it's natural.
--
-Name: Momiji Sohma
-Age: 15
-Height: 155.8
-Weight: 47.5kg
-Bloodtype: O
-Sign: Pisces
-Occupation: 8th grader at Mirumo Middle School A/N: Fiiine. I made it up. In my defense, we never find out what which middle school Haru and Momiji go to!
Comments:
-Half German, half Japanese, which explains unique hair color
-For reasons unknown, does not live with parents at Sohma Compound
-Has a little sister, Momo Sohma
-Strong resemblance to Hani-sempai
-Close to Haru?
--
-Name: Hatori Sohma
-Age: 26
-Height: 182
-Weight: 69kg
-Bloodtype: A
-Sign: Cancer
-Occupation: Doctor
Comments:
-Sohma family's private doctor
-Best friends with Ayame and Shigure Sohma, his distant cousins
-Peculiar eye color. Must confirm if it's natural.
--
-Name: Ayame Sohma
-Age: 26
-Height: 175
-Weight: 63kg
-Bloodtype: O
-Sign: Sagittarius
-Occupation: Tailor and Store Owner
Comments:
-Is ten years older than brother Yuki
-His store, Ayame, is quite popular being "the place where male fantasies come true." (address filed away for future reference)
-Peculiar hair/eye color that is completely different from Yuki's. Must confirm if it's natural.
--
-Name: Shigure Sohma
-Age: 26
-Height: 178
-Weight: 68.5kg
-Bloodtype: AB
-Sign: Scorpio
-Occupation: Novelist
Comments:
-Wrote many books, some of questionable quality A/N: aww...Kyoya, say it like it is! S-M-U-T. Smut! And if you're actually reading Kyoya's list, yay for you!
-Owns a two-story traditional Japanese-styled home in the woods. (address filed away for future reference)
-Very mysterious. Must investigate more.
--
-Name: Tohru Honda
-Age: 16
-Height: 156.7
-Weight: 46kg
-Bloodtype: O
-Sign: Taurus
-Occupation: 9th grader at Kaibara High School
Comments:
-Orphan
-Daughter of Katsuya Honda and Kyoko (formerly known as Red Butterfly, gang member)
-Grades: average
-Looks: average
-Lives with Shigure, Kyo, and Yuki Sohma, three unrelated men
-Used to live with fraternal grandfather
-End of list-
Needless to say, some of the details surprised him. Even though he had researched them thoroughly, some details had escaped him. Also, it was quite strange that so many of their parents were not a prominent part of their lives; however, the most amazing part of his report showed that the Sohmas had such unique coloring of their hair and eyes that he really should confirm if it's natural.
Suddenly, Kyoya wanted to smack himself in the face. The Ootori online hospital records! It was highly probable that at least one Sohma had gone to the largest chain of hospitals in Japan! Kyoya was able to get inside the database fairly quickly with his personal username and password and started to snoop around.
Jackpot.
He smiled victoriously as he clicked on a link labeled Sohma, Yuki. It was from a few years back, but it would do. Especially if it was the right boy.
Kyoya Ootori was not a person you could gross out easily. He was the son of the CEO of the Ootori Hospital business. He had studied all kinds of infections, wounds, boils, rashes, viruses, and the results of infectious diseases. However, when he saw a picture of a small boy staring at him with large, pained eyes, he felt queasy. Skimming the report, he picked out words like "bruised," "fractured," and "signs of abuse." Checking the date at the bottom of the page, he calculated that Yuki was around eight years old at that time.
Realizing that there were a few related searches, he recognized Hatori's name. He clicked on the link, slightly apprehensive. This report was more recent, only a couple of years old. The doctor was pale and had a bloodstained patch over his left eye. Kyoya realized, This was the reason he wore his hair so long on one side.
Not bothering to skim the report anymore, he went back to the main page and typed in Sohma. When the results came up, he was startled to discover that some names came up over and over again, with only a few years between every entry. Grabbing a pen, he scrawled down the names Yuki, Kyo, Hatori, Kisa, Isuzu, and Kureno. There were many more, but he was pretty confident that these people were the Sohmas he was researching because of the extreme vagueness of how their injuries occurred.
Kyoya leaned back and started thinking. Now, unless the Sohmas were the most accident-prone family ever, these were obvious signs of abuse. What also interested him was how large the Sohma family was, but for some reason, only a select few could actually live inside the sprawling main compound. Another item of interest that kept reappearing on his list and his mind was how unique their hair and eye color was and why only these people on his list had this gene.
Suddenly, Kyoya was consumed by a wave of tiredness. All these questions were beginning to give him a migraine and it was almost midnight.
Finally turning off his laptop and crawling into bed, Kyoya rubbed his temples (he seemed to be doing that a lot lately), and tried to focus on how much money the Host Club saved. Asking Ayame to do the cosplay costumes (he never told them what it would look like, just promised that it would be fantastic and original) helped a lot and how the twins had sold Yuki's picture for nearly 600,000 yen was a brilliant move; however, his mind kept on wandering back to the enigma that was the Sohma family.
He smiled. Perhaps he should remind the rest of the Host Club of their previously urgent need to go visit Yuki's home. And perhaps he would tag along.
A/N: Yay! Happy birthday to meee, happy birthday to meeeee, happy birthday to mimi-chan, happy birthday to meeee!
It's my birthday today! Huzzah! For you readers/reviewers out there, I've posted this chapter today just so you guys could also appreciate my birthday! lol. that sounded so shallow/superficial. sorry!
Unfortunately, I cannot tell you my real age, but I can say that I'm the same age as my nose, and slightly older than my teeth. :)
Please read and review! Also, if you're a fan of Peacemaker Kurogane or Rurouni Kenshin or both, check out my friend Tokio Star's (formerly one step) stories! She's new and doesn't have many reviews, so if you could review her stories, she'd be really happy! Thank you!
Ja ne!
mimi-chan
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