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Ootori Kyouya
Ouran High School Host Club
This was uncomfortable.
'What does he want?' Kagome wondered, daring a few glances at the rather stoic-looking teen every now and then, 'He almost reminds me of Sesshoumaru.'
The human version at least.
"Is it true that you are in a relationship with Tamaki?" Kyouya asked, tapping his pen against his clipboard in an almost eerie way.
"What?" Kagome responded blankly, furrowing her brows, "Are you really asking me that!?" She gaped at him as he stared at her with unamused eyes.
"Tamaki is gallivanting around the school spouting nonsense that he is the 'seme' and you are the 'uke'," Kyouya's eyes flashed, "What is that about?"
"What?" Kagome asked once again with a dumbfounded expression, "Are you telling me that Tamaki-sempai took that joke seriously!?" She quickly stood up and knocked her chair over in her stupor.
"A joke?" Kyouya repeated sharply, "You made a joke to Tamaki, of all people, that you wanted to be in a relationship and you didn't think he would take it seriously?" He arched his brow at her.
"Well, now that you put it that way..." Kagome mumbled, suddenly feeling bad about her little earlier prank on the blond, "It probably was stupid."
"Now that you understand the situation, Kagome-san," Kyouya smirked, "You will join the Host Club." It was not a question, but a demand.
"What!?" Kagome repeated for the third time, almost tripping on her two feet, despite the fact that she wasn't even moving, "You're kidding!"
"No, I can assure you that I am not," Kyouya said calmly, pushing his glasses up with a lone finger, "You will start tomorrow."
"B-but..." Kagome clenched her fists as an idea abruptly hit her, "Surely you don't want a girl in the Host Club?" It was her time to smirk as she revealed her 'secret'.
Kyouya's proceeding smile was absolutely chilling, "Your gender is irrelevant," He simply said, "After all, Haruhi is a female and she is still quite profitable."
Kagome blinked, vaguely remembering a young brown-haired host named Fujioka, but she hadn't seen 'him' enough to actually realise 'he' was actually a female.
"So, you understand now?" Kyouya moved until his lips were only a hair's width from her ear and she shuddered when she felt his breath brushing over her sensitive skin, "Kagome-san?"
She forced a swallow and nodded against her own will as Kyouya finally pulled back and gave her a sadistic grin.
"Welcome to the Host Club."