"Alright," I announced, "This first game is 'Truth or Dare.' It's fairly simple; You just ask someone in the circle 'Truth or Dare.' If they say truth, they HAVE to answer the question you ask truthfully. If they say dare you can make them do anythingg that isn't a danger to their health or completely against their religion or morals. If it is against their religion or morals, they can decline but they get another dare. Ready?"
First it was Hikaru's turn.
"Hayze, truth or dare?" he asked.
"Truth," I replied.
"Why do you call Honey-senpai 'Mitsy'?"
"Wow, that all you got? I was expecting something fifty times worse. I call him Mitsy because Mitsukuni is just way to long and Mitsy just sounds so much more kawaii. Now, Tamaki, truth or dare?"
In an effort to impress Haruhi, no doubt, he boldly announced, "Dare!"
I grinned. "Hmm... In my bag, there is make up, a pink skirt, knee-high socks, and a tank top. You need to wear that around the house and then kiss Haruhi."
He looked mortified. "Kiss my precious daughter?"
"On the cheek," I added, in an attempt to make him do my dare.
He looked at Haruhi questioningly and she sighed. "Fine."
Tamaki grabbed the clothes and makeup from my bag and walked around the house, then pecked Haruhi on the cheek. Neither one would probably admit it, but they were blushing like mad.
Tamaki looked at Kyoya. "Kyoya, truth or dare?"
Kyoya sighed. "Truth."
"What do you write in your notebook?"
"Things that aren't for your eyes." Well, he technically wasn't lying, so we couldn't complain. Damn vague rich bastards...
"Hayze," Kyoya said, pushing up his glasses. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare?"
"I dare you to give every maid you see a kiss."
I shrugged. "Kay." I replied nonchalantly. "Lips or cheek?"
Kyoya smirked. "Your choice."
"Well then, I guess I'll do half and half," I said nonchalantly.
"You don't care that you have to kiss girls?!" Tamaki asked, flailing like an idiot.
"No, I really don't," I replied.
"Why?"
"It really isn't any of your business why, and at any rate it's not your turn, so I am not obligated to answer," I retorted coldly. Somehow, though, he just didn't seem to take the hint.
"Please, tell your Uncle Tamaki?" he pleaded.
"Look," I snapped, "if you really must know, I don't care because I happen to be bisexual so I happen to like people regardless of gender and I also happen to be really pissed off at you right now, and don't say a word because you look like a baboon in a dress, so you shouldn't be the one talking," I answered, sending him to his corner. Everyone seemed shocked. I rolled my eyes. "Really, you people shouldn't be so surprised. I am pretty open about it, after all. Now, Mitsy. Truth or dare?"
"Dare," he replied almost immediately. Hmm... I wondered what he didn't want me to know.
"I dare you to... Walk into the kitchen and pick up a knife, then when someone asks you what you're doing say something to freak them out."
"Okay," he said reluctantly. He walked into the kitchen and all we heard for a while was nothing, then a scream and Honey trying to convince a maid he was kidding.
I walked in to intervene. "Sorry, that was my fault. We were playing truth or dare..." The cook glared at me but I pouted cutely and she sighed and told us not to scare her like that again.
"Now, Tama-chan!" he said. "Truth or dare?"
"Truth," Tamaki replied.
"If you could be hosted by anyone in this room, who and why? And you can't pick yourself," Mitsy said.
"Hmm... All of you! Everyone is my friend here, I simply couldn't choose between you!" he replied. "Now, Kaoru..."
And it went on like that until everyone had been mortally embarassed a dozen times.
"The next game is called, 'Thirty Minutes in Heaven.' The way the game is played goes as follows: Everyone will put an item into this hat. Nobody will know who put what in. We go around in a circle. One person pulls out an item and whoever's it was they both have to go into the closet togetger for thirty minutes." I grinned evilly and continued. "If you get your own object, you put it back and pick again. Everyone ready? Get an item and put it in!"
We all closed our eyes and pput our stuff in. I put in my guitar pick necklace. I figured it had brought me luck at shows and such so far that it might bring me luck this time.
We drew straws to see who picked their items first. I got the shortest straw. Damn. I closed my eyes and reached in.
There was something in there, something sharp, cool, metallic...
I pulled it out and said, "Ooh, it's one of those throwy thingies! I always wanted one in necklace form... Whatever. Who's is it and what's it called?"
Mitsy got up, flushing a deep red. "I-it's mine. It's called a shuriken."
I tried to act nonchalant about being in the closet with my crush. "I knew what it was called," I said, stalling the inevitable. "I just kinda forgot."
"No stalling!" Hikaru ordered, pushing me towards the closet as Kaoru did the same with Mitsy.
"Come on!" I whined. "I just came out of the closet and now I have to go back in?"
"That was a really bad joke," Kaoru said, shaking his head.
"Yeah, but I had to go for it," I replied. "It's not like I'm not allowed to make fun of my own fucking sexuality!"
"Okay, now stop stalling and get the hell in there!" Hikaru commanded, he and Kaoru shoving us in.
I vowed to myself right then and there that I was going to get back at those fuckers for that...
Just as I thought this, I felt my back hit the wall forcefully. "Mitsuk-" I started, and something soft was pressed roughly against my lips...
Then I realized, it was Mitsukuni's lips!
My head was spinning. For a few seconds I was too shocked to move. Then, instinctively, I kissed back. I really had wanted this. But as I kissed him, I let my jumbled thoughts confuse me. What the hell was going on? What was he doing? What was I doing? Did he really like me? Why would he be kissing me if he didn't? What the hell was going on?
I finally just let my thoughts die. I didn't really care at this point what was going on or what anyone was doing. Mitsukuni and I were kissing and that was fine by me.
My tongue darted out of my mouth before I could stop it and ghosted across his lips. My silent plea for entrance was quickly granted and we explored each other's mouths, by now in a totally heated make-out session.
After a while, we came up for air.
"What... the hell... just... happened?" I asked in between gasps of breath.
"I... you... umm..." he stammered.
"Mitsukuni," I said, all my usual joking demeanor completely removed. "Why did you kiss me?"
"I'm... sorry," he said uncomfortably.
"Why are you sorry? I really really like you! It's just..." I blurted, feeling uncomfortable. How could I word this? How could I ask him whether or not he liked me back...?
"You... You do?" he stammered, shocked.
"I've never liked anyone more," I answered . It would be creepy if I told him I was in love with him, ne?
He grinned and hugged me tightly around the waist.
"Hayze, I feel the same!" he said.
I smiled. "That's great! But..." I bit my lip. "Where does that leave us?"
"In each other's arms," he replied.
"Very cute line, if not a little corny, but not what I meant," I said.
"I know" he answered. "So, I was wondering... Would you be my girlfriend?"
I grinned. "FUCK YES!" I replied,doing an upward punching motion as I had when I joined the Host Club.
He smirked and playfully said, "Excited?"
"More than you could imagine," I answered, bringing my lips back to his.
We kissed for a little while longer until we heard a voice shout, "Five more minutes!"
I grinned mischeviously. "Did you bring your bunny?" I whispered.
"Yeah, why?"
"Well," I said, "I have Kitten and you have Usa-chan. So what we should do is for the next five minutes pretend we were just having a tea party or something with our stuffed animals. Then we make out like, five minutes later and see the looks on their faces."
He giggled. "I like your plans!"
We pulled out our stuffed animals and started talking about random things. Mostly about what type of cake was the best. He was defending strawberry, and I was defending... well... everything else.
"I like meat cake."
"What the hell is that?" he asked.
"Teehee. Mitsy said a bad word!" I said, giggling.
"You say them all the time," he retorted.
"True, but I'm not the loli-shota type, now am I?" I teased.
"I dunno... You are pretty cute."
"Then I should steal your job, ne?" I said jokingly.
He stuck his tongue out at me and I poked it.
"Hey!" He said. "That wasn't nice! And you still didn't answer my question."
"Meat cake is like meatloaf, but it's cooked in a cake pan and has ketchup icing. It's quite good. We make it for our dogs' birthdays," I replied.
"But strawberry cake is better," he replied.
"What about chocolate?" I asked.
"Chocolate is good... Ne, Hayze, I suppose we've reached an impass?"
"You would suppose correctly," I replied. "Would you like to hold Kitten?"
"Sure!" he exclaimed. "Would you like to hold Usa-chan?"
"You betcha!" I replied. We exchanged stuffed animals and talked about more cakes. A few seconds later the twins opened the door and said, "Time's up!"
We walked out and I brought up Skittle cake.
"Hayze, you eat the weirdest things," Mitsy said.
"Someone's never heard of my squid cake, then?" I said tauntingly. "I can make anything edible into cake form."
"I'm not sure I wanna know..." Mitsy said, turning green.
"I thought you weren't allowed to do that anymore?" Haruhi asked.
"And when have you ever known me to follow rules?" I asked.
Haruhi sighed, defeated. Score one for Hayze!
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A/N: For the record, that was what I was gonna do in chapter three. Now the plot will thicken. A lot. But I posted every bit of this story I already had written onto this site now so that I could write it on my old computer when this one gets taken away.
P.S. I really need reviews. I mean, I know it's only been, like, a day and a half, but I'm used to eating every hour, and since reviews are now my food... I'M FUCKING STARVING!
Oh, and if anyone wants me to add twincest to the story just say so. :) It would be really fun and a good addition to the plotline.
All that being said, try the meat cake. It's really good. :D