Oh just so you know, each chapter is the beginning the next day at the Host Club, unless otherwise stated
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Chapter 7
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I was in terrible pain. My hands were itching, burning, and not looking very pretty. And the worst part was that it was my beloved daffodils that did it to me. I'd gotten daffodil itch. It was terrible, my hands were dry, red, scaly, and covered in blisters. Writing had been almost impossible. I winced as I pulled on my lime green gloves. They looked ridiculous with the maid outfit, but looked better than my scaly hands. I opened the door leading to the main room, and was immediately apprehended by the twins.
"What are those?" said Kaoru (I think), indicating the gloves.
"They're gloves" I said, shaking them off of me.
"They're hideous. Take them off right now." said Hikaru, hooking his arms around my arm. Kaoru took the other arm.
"No!" I tried, without success, to shake them off. Hikaru ripped one of my gloves off. I yelped at the pain of the fabric rubbing against my skin. Hikaru and Kaoru let go, repulsed by the sight of my hand.
"EW!!" they yelled.
Everyone else, attracted by the noise, approached us. Tamaki was the first to say something. He ran up to me and gently took my hand.
"My lovely lady, what's wrong with your hand?" he asked. I sighed.
"It's nothing, just a rash" I pulled my hand out of his, wincing again. Kyouya pushed up his glasses. That was a sign that Kyouya was about to go into what I like to call Super Shadow King Mode.
"You certainly can't serve customers looking like that." He said, as he smiled calculatingly.
God I hate smart people.
"Well what am I supposed to do then?" I said, crossing my arms.
"You just can't work today. I suppose." He said. Sometimes I thought he enjoyed tormenting me. I sighed. Haruhi gave me a look of sympathy.
"Whatever…" I turned and walked back into the room. I sat in one of the chairs and slumped over.
Stupid Shadow King… I hate him sometimes…
I looked at my hands and then closed my eyes.
I'm going to have to go to the doctor's for this…
I snapped my eyes open.
Oh my god I'm going to have to go to the doctor's! What if they give me a needle?!
A shiver crawled up my spine. I'm terrified of needles. And as I sat there, stewing in my fear. The door opened.
It was Mori with a first-aid kit in his hand.
"Oh, hello Mori-san"
"Hi" he replied. He walked over to me and took my hand gently, turning it over so he could look at the front and the back of it. My hands were so small compared to his, like the hands of a child.
"How do they feel?" he asked.
"Terrible, like an itching and burning feeling."
He crouched down and took a pink bottle out of the first-aid kit.
"What's that?" I asked. He squirted the cold pink liquid onto my hand. A little of it ran onto the dress.
"Calamine lotion" he said. He started rubbing the runny liquid in. I blushed a little.
"Thank you." I said. He nodded.
"But um… why are you doing this?" I asked. He moved onto the other hand.
"Mitsukuni felt bad."
"Oh…" I said. I felt kind of silly, thinking he'd do it because he actually wanted to.
I really have to stop letting my imagination get away from me…
He finished and cleaned the pink stuff off of his hands with a handkerchief.
"Thank you" I said quietly. My hands felt a little bit better. He stood up.
"Why didn't you take the cake?" he asked. I was confused.
"What do you…? Oh!" It hit me.
Flashback
"Hitomi-chan! Have some cake!" Honey smiled up at me, a big hunk of strawberry cheesecake on his plate. The girls around were having a cute-overdose.
I smiled at Honey.
"I'm sorry Honey. I don't eat cake." I said gently. Honey immediately became depressed. The girls around him glared and shooed me away.
End Flashback
"Well you see, I'm a vegan." I explained. He looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"Vegan?" he asked. I grinned. I liked it when I knew something someone else didn't; it was fun to school them.
"A vegan is someone who doesn't eat anything that comes from animals. That means milk, eggs, etcetera etcetera. And I don't eat fish either."
"Why would you do that?"
"Partly because I don't agree with the methods they use to slaughter animals. But mostly because I just don't like the taste of meat." I said. He looked away.
"Oh." He sounded like he thought I was crazy.
"Are you judging me?"
"No."
"Then why did you use that tone of voice?" I was a little ticked off. Mostly because my hands were itching badly. He was quiet.
"Well?" I said.
"I think it's cute." He said. I blushed. He picked up the first-aid kit.
"You're silly!" I said. He looked at me with a what-do-you-mean? look.
"If you think I'm cute, then you must be either stupid or blind." I said. He turned and walked to the door. He put his hand on the doorknob and said:
"Don't be so hard on your self. You're cute." And then he left.
I sighed and closed my eyes.
Men…
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I know Mori does an uncharacteristic amount of talking in this… but bear with me… maybe he only talks when few people are around…. Idk… please review…