Chapter Six:
"Hey Malayne-san," Haruhi asked meekly.
Malayne looked at the smaller girl and nodded to show she was paying attention. Ever sense Tamaki had "adopted" her, she had been accepted by most of the Host Club. The only people that were a little weary of her were Kyoya and the twins, but they never told her or asked her anything.
"My dad's birthday is in a couple of days, and I was wondering how much a cake would be at your store?"
"Well it depends on how far you want to go. Do you want a design or just writing," Malayne questioned
They were sitting in the clubroom together, the rest of the club was doing their own thing but kept an eye on the girls, although the twins were glaring. The girl was too mysterious for their liking, they felt they couldn't trust her. They noticed little things, like when she was working on something she would put her hair up in a ponytail or bun. She wore the school uniform but would constantly wear a necklace with a crest on it, and nice black shoes. When she smiled with Tamaki they saw how she would readjust her smile from showing her sharper teeth, but would only see her eating "tomato juice", or what she claimed as tomato juice. She would be a little to protective over it when someone asked to try it.
As Malayne and Haruhi chatted about what kind of cake that she wanted to get for her father, Malayne tied her hair up in her signature ponytail and would write down what Haruhi had speculated and made small drawings.
"Ever since my mother died, I don't think my dad has ever really thought of his birthday," Haruhi commented.
"How long has your mother been gone Haruhi?"
"Oh, about 10 years in a couple months. She was a lawyer, and she did amazing work," Haruhi comment taking out a picture of her mother and father together.
It was when they were getting married, up at the alter, and Haruhi held the picture close to her at all times. Malayne held out her hand to receive the outstretched photo. When she saw the photo, she knew she was going to make this the cake Ranka would receive for his birthday. She would make it out of fondant to make it more realistic, but she would have to make it perfect. The hardest part about people was that one little mistake could through the whole thing off, and she couldn't d that to Haruhi or her father.
"So, how much are you thinking this is gonna cost," Haruhi hesitated
"How are you planning on paying for this Haruhi," Malayne questioned the smaller girl.
"Well, I am not quite sure. All my money that I make here goes back to the club for the debt, and other than that I only get money for groceries."
"Alright, well, I will figure something out. You are a good kid Haruhi, and I appreciate that in people, I am so used to delinquents." Malayne stated as she played with the ponytail. She stared out the window, trying to think of something the girl could do, "I mean I do a lot of side work outside of the bakery, so if you are willing you could owe me one favor."
"A favor?"
"Yes, now the favor can be anything, and you can only refuse once, but I would do it just to get out of the way. Now it could be anything between running to the store for me, or something that I would probably never ask you to do unless I really trusted you. This favor may come at anytime of the day or night, on any day. As long as you accept this agreement, I can make your father cry with happiness at this cake."
The Host Club inched closer during the conversation, to see what the girls were saying. The girl was becoming more and more mysterious to them, and a little more concerning.
"Alright, I will owe you one favor," Haruhi declared.
"Haruhi, are you sure that is a good idea? She could make you kill someone," Hikaru said glaring at the older girl.
"I do my own dirty work, Hikaru, and besides I need more help with my store lately," Malayne boredly stated as she flopped her head toward him.
Hikaru's face became red as the words sank in, it would be for the bakery.
Malayne looked at the clock, as she excused herself. She told Tamaki that she would have to eave a little early today, because she had some errands to run. She picked up a small bag and walked into the backroom to change. The club went on with their meeting, forgetting about the girl, some more happily then others until she walked out.
When Malayne walked out, the club members almost didn't recognize her. She walked out with dark skinny jeans, converse, a long black sleeved turtle neck, and her necklace still in place. Her blonde hair was tied up, wet, and turning into a wavy mess. Her septum ring hung down, and if she would talk you could see a metal bar poking out of her tongue. Malayne walked over to the group and said her goodbyes, she kissed Tamaki's cheek lastly and bid everyone goodbye.
Once she left, Mitsukini piped up, "Tama-chan, are you and Ma-chan dating?"
"No, I think she would kill me if I even mentioned the though. She is more of a sister to me than anything," Tamaki smiled.
For the rest of the club Takashi kept thinking about the blonde that ended leaving the room, and how beautiful she was. He was happy that Malayne had no romantic reactions toward Tamaki and vise versa.
For the next couple of days, the group had hardly seen of the blonde girl, and when they did it looked like she had been sleep deprived. Haruhi was concerned not only for her new friend and her health, but for the cake that was due to arrive on Saturday.
When Saturday rolled around, the Host Club arrived early to help celebrate Ranka's birthday. The man rolled out of bed as he heard the ruckus of the Host Club and smiled softly. He was so happy his little girl was making friends, even when it was with a bunch of guys. As the morning rolled into the afternoon, Haruhi became more and more worried about the cake. She bought him a new frame to put her mother's photo in, and the members of the host club got him something. Haruhi would have paid more attention if she wouldn't have been so worried. When the doorbell rang, Haruhi jumped up and quickly ran to the door. Ranka was shocked to see his daughter move so quickly, but smiled when a woman was behind the door. Malayne had her brown hair down laying down her back, her glasses were perched on her nose with her fake blue contacts in. She wore a long sleeved red shirt and black skinny jeans, she wore an apron over her clothes that still had flour on it. The girl smiled at the smaller girl and handed her the large white box in her hands.
"Tell your father I said happy birthday," Malayne said and departed quickly after that.
Haruhi brought in the cake and set it on the table between everyone and opened the lid. Everyone gasped and looked at Ranka. There in the box was a cake, but it didn't look like a cake, it looked like a picture that even had a "frame" around it. It was of Ranka and Kotoko, Haruhi's parents. It was perfect, immaculate, and it was the best thing Ranka could have hoped for.
He wrapped his daughter in a hug, and he cried.
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