Chapter Five: Curiosity

Kya's POV

When I showed Kyoya my tattoo, I felt him trace it with his finger. It felt good, him touching me even in a small way.

Wait, what?

I jumped away from Kyoya and his finger and stared at him. He looked at me with a slightly surprised expression on his face. I looked away and lout of the corner of my eye, I saw that he quickly composed himself. Then he began writing in his little black book for the remainder of the car ride. Five minutes later, we were at his house.

I got out of the car without waiting for the driver and went itno the house. Then I went out the back door that leads to my apartment and went into my apartment. After I'm completely settled I began pacing my living room floor.

I don't understand why I was freaking out. Kyoya is my boss. I didn't like him; I've only known him for one day, for christ's sake. Besides its not like he likes me. He barely knows me! Then why did he touch my tattoo? He didn't just touch it, he traced it with his finger! No! I don't care what he did. I don't like him and he doesn't like me! Besides you don't date your boss!

After calming down, I made a foolish attempt to finish my homework. But I finished it anyway. After changing out of uniform into my usual jeans and a t-shirt, my cell phone rang.

I picked it up, not bothering to check caller ID.

"Kya," I said.

"We need to talk," said the other voice. I immediately recognized it as Kyoya's.

"If it's about what happened in the limo, you're right, we do need to talk," I answered him.

"Good." Then he hung up and I heard a knock at my door.

On the other side was Kyoya.

"Was the phone call necessary? I asked.

"Yes, I had other reasons for it," Kyoya smirked.

"Come on in." He did. "I'll get up some ice tea." I don't care if he has heard of it or not.

When I returned with our drinks, Kyoya was sitting in the living room on one of the couches.

After giving him his drink I spoke. "Look Kyoya. You're the boss and I'm the employee. that's all our relationship has to be. I know that what happened in the limo-"

"I think I should explain my self first, Kya. And I would like to be honest with you." Kyoya interrupted.

I nodded and waited.

" I don't know why I touched you the way I did but I do have to admit that you do make me curious at times. I have been unable to find any type of information about you." Kyoya put down his drink. " I've only met your mother and you haven't mentioned a father. I'm also curious about your friends. I'm sorry if this feels like an intrusion but I would be more comfortable to know who is working for me."

I sat there and stared. has he really been wondering this much about me? Maybe he likes me after all. . . . . . .Nope. Nevermind.

"What exactly do you want to know Kyoya?" I felt like I could tell him some things. He was my boss after all and he had a point about knowing his employees. I just had to watch what I said to him.

"Can you answer all of the questions I just asked? Or do you refuse to answer any of them?"

"I will only answer the questions that I find valid."

Kyoya nodded.

I nodded. " My dad is in the Army. That's the only valid question about my family that I can give."

Kyoya nodded again, but looked disappointed about the information given. "That would explain it."

"Explain What?" I asked. Here I thought he was disappointed by the answer I have given to his question only to figure out that he most likely answered his own follow-up question.

"Your records are supported and protected my military software, therefore the records will not be shown to a someone not concerning that files."

"That makes sense."

"What about your friends today?"

I nodded and then smirked at the memory of my friends. They were that only ones that I kept in contact with until my mom got sick. When my dad left with the Army, I was so mad that I broke contact with everyone. I isolated myself. I don't know how and I don't why my friends decided to contact me today of all days. I didn't realize how much I missed them until today.

"Glen, Mikey, Claire, Clarissa (aka Clary) Andy, Scar, and Kenny were my best friends back in America. We did everything together. We were in a band but before I moved to Japan we were just hitting a recording studio after practicing so much in the garage."

"What were you? In the band."

"I was lead singer. Glen was the drummer; Mikey, guitar; Claire, bass; Clarissa, Andy, and Scar were the back singers, and Kenny was on keyboard."

Kyoya nodded and I continued. "My friends and I kept in contact for a while but soon we broke contact for the past couple of years. I've thought about, even practiced, singing every now and then for the band, but I haven't spoken to them until today."

Kyoya looked at me with a gently smile. Not the usual smirk that I usually see and I liked it. It was small but still there.(One of Kyoya's rare moments, I see).

My phone beeped.

"It's my email," I explained. I opened that email to see the list of songs that the band was practicing.

Out Tonight

According to You

Kiss n' Tell

Shut up and Kiss me

The Climb

What the Hell

Tide is High

Man! I Feel like a Woman

Misery Business

My phone was taken out of my hand by Kyoya.

"What are you supposed to do with these?" Kyoya asked as he looked through the list of songs.

"Practice them, if I can find the lyrics. They're around here somewhere."

"Did you write these all by yourself?"

"No. Claire helped with most of them. There are a lot more but I guess we didn't think they were the best to do." I remember the look on Claire's face every time we rejected one.

"Do you have a name?"

"Ummm. . . . . I don't know."

Kyoya raised his eyebrow.

"They could have thought of one without me," I explained.

"Hmmmmm...I see." Kyoya scrolled through the list again.

"Kyoya what are you thinking?'

"Making you sing for the Host club."

"No."

"And why not? It would bring a lot of profit in."

"Because I'm out of practice and it's late."

"What does it being late have to do with it?"

"I'm hungry and I'm tried. Please leave."

Kyoya once again raised his eyebrow.

"Please," I said again, but more softly. That way it doesn't look like I'm yelling at my boss.

Kyoya then gave me my phone back and walked out of my door, closing it behind him.

"He will never get to hear me sing without my band." I said to myself.

Kyoya's POV

I walked out of the apartment thinking of how she answered to me having he sing. It was rather cute, how defensive she was. The bravery she had to kick me out. Although not a smart idea, but I'll make sure to warn her next time.

Wait, how could I think she's cute? She's my employee, my assistant. I shouldn't think of her that way. but that doesn't mean she wasn't on my mind.

A/N: Okay. This is the last chapter for the day. I will have chapter six up as soon as possible though. I do not own OHSHC.