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Lolita

Kaoru's mood didn't improve over the course of the rest of the week. What Nekozawa had said on Tuesday was still bothering him. Not only that, but things were getting weird. It seemed that the upperclassman was out to keep Lolita away from him. Whenever Kaoru asked Lolita to hang out with him in club, she refused, saying she was meeting with Nekozawa. This just put him in a worse mood. Hikaru had asked him several times what was wrong, but Kaoru never answered him because he didn't know himself. Lolita had told him before that she could be friends with anyone she wanted and he had no right to be mad. He knew this extended to boyfriends too, but for some reason he was furious. He had been thinking over all of this ever since Nekozawa made his intentions clear, that had been four days ago. Kaoru rolled over in bed and looked at the clock that rested next to his bed. It read noon, noon on Saturday. Kaoru held his clenched fists to his head as he rolled back onto his back. He usually loved Saturdays, but he couldn't feel anything but loathing. Thinking a moment, he remembered that Lolita was going on a date with Nekozawa that night. Kaoru of handedly wondered if Lolita knew it was a date, or if she was dense enough to actually believe Nekozawa's story. Kaoru had believed it at first too, but after the older boy's remark, he figured it out. He groaned, not wanting today to happen. After a few more moments of festering in anger, Kaoru decided that sleeping some more might help his mood. He rolled so his back faced the stupid clock that kept reminding him of what day it was, and he forced himself to go back to sleep.

Lolita stood in front of the full length mirror in her room, staring at her herself. She wasn't vain, anything but. She had figured out a while ago that Nekozawa–sempai was taking her on a date. At first she wondered why she hadn't noticed but she let that go, it didn't really matter. It may be a date but she was going to have a good time. Lolita wasn't sure she shared the same feelings Nekozawa-sempai felt but she felt it was only fair to give it a chance. He was a nice guy and she was flattered that he found her interesting enough to pursue. On that train of thought, she decided that despite the fact the play wasn't a formal affair, she'd dress nice. Lolita had never considered herself pretty, but her mother had insisted that the outfit she had on made her look gorgeous and that Nekozawa wouldn't know what hit him. She really hoped not, Lolita got the feeling that Nekozawa-sempai was new to this and she didn't want to scare him. She chuckled at the thought of scaring the president of the Black Magic club.

Lolita sighed and looked back at the mirror, she somewhat regretted asking her mom for help. She was dressed in a Victorian style outfit. She wore a crimson silk shirt; it had no shoulders and cut right across the top of her chest. The sleeves started out like a second skin but belled out around her hands, they appeared layered from the wrist down. On top of her shirt, she wore a black corset styled wrap around her middle, it forced her chest up and was a bit uncomfortable. Thankfully it wasn't tight so she'd soon loose notice of it. The bottom of her shirt spilled out from under the wrap and fell down to the tops of her thighs. Her mom had her in a pair of skin tight black pants. The belled out past her knees but clung to her thighs. She had said that a skirt wouldn't accent her legs well. Lolita had a feeling her mom was just living a dream of playing dress up with her. She had a pair of black Victorian boots on along with some lace, fingerless gloves. Her mom had done her makeup too, painting her face to match her attire. Her lips were painted a dark crimson, along with her eyelids, to match her shirt. While her eyes were outlined in black that mixed with the crimson eye shadow. Her hair had been curled, but since it never did what it was told, it lay on her shoulders in slight waves; it curled at its ends in the middle of her back. Sighing, Lolita turned away from the mirror and looked towards the clock on her dresser. It read six-fifty. Nekozawa-sempai should be there to pick her up at any moment. With this thought in mind Lolita grabbed her bag; she refused to call it a purse, and headed out of her room.

As she walked down the hallway towards the stairs she heard a knock on the door. It must be him she concluded as she quickened her pace. She had no idea how her mom would act but she didn't want to risk her harming Nekozawa-sempai's mental state. She stood on the stairs a moment and watched as her mom interacted with Nekozawa-sempai.

"You must be Nekozawa, right?"

"Yes ma'am."

At least he was being polite, Lolita had a feeling he wasn't used to having people in his face like this.

"It's so nice to meet the boy brave enough to take my daughter out. I do hope you are a gentleman towards her."

Lolita rubbed her temples at that, what the hell was her mom thinking?

"Oh…"

Lolita chose this time to come and save the day.

"Oka-san, Nekozawa-sempai isn't used to people being in his face, so please leave him alone."

Tsukine turned towards her daughter with a smile.

"Of course dear, I just have to play both mother and father."

Lolita stared blankly at her.

"We're gonna be late."

Tsukine looked between the two teens before smiling.

"I hope you both have a good time."

With that she ushered both of them out the door. She smiled; her little girl was finally interested in boys! She had to call Richard and tell him!

Nekozawa sat in the limo, his hands in his lap and his eyes on his hands. His fingers fumbled with the ends of his sleeves. He'd be the first to admit he was nervous. He spared a glance at the girl sitting next to him, but quickly diverted his eyes, he didn't want to get caught looking.

Nekozawa thought back to when Beelzenef had suggested he take her to a play. He had stared at the cursed puppet in horror, there was no way he would ever do that. Of course he was fond of Lolita but it unnerved how odd he felt in her presence. He could stand up to the host club and to any of their guests without fault. And yet, the instant Lolita was before him, his hands would start to shake. He would lose his footing on his speech and his face would turn red. He managed to hide his nervous behavior around her, thanks to his cloak. He chose to deny his reactions to her, after he saw how often she spent her time with Kaoru, he only knew it was that twin because Lolita had told him. He had assumed that the host was using his charms to woo Lolita, but she had told him that Kaoru was just her friend, when she had ranted to him about how the boy had reacted to her friendship with the first year Kasanoda. He had been thinking on what Beelzenef had suggested and on a whim asked her to meet him in the library after she had let off some steam. He remembered how surprised she looked, before she smiled and agreed to meet him. After she had vanished, he had quickly looked at what performances were going on and found Sweeney Todd. He remembered she off handedly referenced it in a discussion they had. He figured that if she would reference it, then she must enjoy the show. He had been nervous and didn't leave their meeting place to go to class; he wouldn't be able to concentrate on the class he missed anyway. Despite his nervousness, he did enjoy one point of the past week. That point being calling out Kaoru on his self inflicted denial. After Lolita had agreed to go with him, he took some time to observe the Hiitaichin. It was obvious to him that the boy shared his feelings for Lolita, but was either too dense or in denial about them. He smirked at bit at the boy's reaction. It was spectacular.

However, he was still unsure if it was right of him to listen to the cursed puppet. When he had first come into her home, her mother surprised him. Lolita had often said her mother was a bit odd, but that wasn't what caught him. His father had often told him that a girl's mother was a window into the future. If that was true then Lolita would be gorgeous. He had always thought she was lovely. She had a beauty about her that wasn't seen anymore, in his opinion. While he was sure it was true that she had yet to grow into her physical beauty, he found her true beauty in her personality. Thought, he would have to admit she looked stunning. He had been shocked when she made her appearance earlier, saving him from her mother. He was thankful she handled the situation, picking up on his lack of people skills, but it was her he was shocked at. The fact she dressed herself up to go out with him made him smile. Taking another quick glance at her, his smile grew. Perhaps listening to Beelzenef was a good idea after all.

A/N: Sorry! Really, really sorry! I lost inspiration shortly after I posted the previous chapter and only recently got it back. I've been distracted by family and cosplay so please bear with me. I hope everyone liked the little glimpse into the mind of Neko-chan. It was real fun writing him being all cute.