Chapter 9, thankies very much! Still waiting for those reviews to come pouring in... i mean, 79 people viewed the story, and about 75 didn't bother to review... anyone can, annonymous or not... please?
Anyway, I don't own this, I could yack on but you all know i know i don't own this.
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"Good morning everyone, can you please hand your assignments to the front of the class, and get your work books out."
I passed the poem to Kyouya, who appeared to look at it for a moment and then passed it on, shame I could only see the back of his head because I would have wanted to know what his reactio would have been... Tamaki was buzzing in my ear about how he put his heart and soul into his poem, and how he was so proud of it. Kyouya turned around to listen for a moment before saying he didn't care much for his poem, he just wrote something to keep the teacher happy.
I knew it was a lie though, because Kyouya Ootori would never allow himself to skim over a class, just passing. He'd have worked hard on it too.
The lesson went by as usual, sir talked, we wrote, the kid on the far left slept, and then he had a board rubber thrown at him. The usual you know.
However, after the lesson, Kyouya tapped me on the arm and asked if he could have a word. Brilliant.
It was break anyway, so we walked down to the courtyard in complete silence. People looked over at us curiously, girls smiled at me and batted their eyelashes at Kyouya, and the boys nodded at Kyouya, then looked me up and down... I suppose no matter what the pedigree, boys will always have raging hormones.
Eventually, we got to the cherry blossom trees, and I sat down quite lazily under one. Kyouya sat next to me. We were quite for a moment, then he turned to me.
"You seemed pretty upset last night. What was bothering you?"
I stared at him, I seriously thought he was smarter than that.
"Well, let's see... people are trying to force me into some stupid dress so I look like some stupid doll for men to stare at. I'm not just something to look at, but that's all guys around here seem to do... you saw those lads in the hall staring at my breasts, right?"
He smiled.
"I did, and I'll have that sorted out. Also. I'm quite aware that you're not just something to look at. The idea of you coming was to simply see if men would be interested in a female host club. Expand our horizons, you know?"
I still don't buy it... I mean, they could have all told me this, not sent Kyouya to tell me on my own... so he definitely has something up his sleeve. He must have sensed my lack of trust, because he was quick to move along with the conversations.
"We also thought that it would be something for you to enjoy. It's a Japanese dance, and I know you are part Japanese... through your fathers routes I believe. We thought you'd enjoy something different."
Okay... It would be different and everything, but -
"Wait, how do you know about my dad?"
"Well, I did tell you that I check up on peoples files, family history and such. It was only the other day, you should remember."
"What else did you find out about me?"
"Well... you've always been a bright child, bullied often for it though. Your father died when you were young, but your mother re-married and had twins years later. You scored the highest in your exam results in England, and that's how you ended up here."
"What else do you know?"
"Quite a bit, but I'm saving it for a later date." he smirked at me, and I sighed.
...Fair enough... he knows a lot. And he probably isn't bluffing about using things on me later... it's Kyouya Ootori for Christs sake!
I slumped my shoulders and groaned inwardly.
"You want me to dance?"
"Well, yes, of course. It is a dance, so I think it explains itself."
"Brilliant. Do I need to get my own dress?"
"No, not at all. We can supply the dress, makeup, shoes, hair stylist. If you need something, we'll have it supplied. Just as long as you do agree to come, that is."
"...Do I get to pick the dress?"
"If you must" he sighed.
"Fine. I'll come. But I don't know how to dance."
"We'll sort that out. Haruhi doesn't know how to either, but it's slightly harder for her because she must pretend to be a man."
"Hmm..."
We then sat in silence. Kyouya had pulled out his little black book, and started scribbling things down. Probably booking me in with a salon, and a boutique. On the plus side, I was going to be pampered.
When the bell rang, we both went to host club. Let the torture begin.
* * *
"Remember the beat: Um-Cha-Cha, Um-Cha-Cha. Keep going, remember to make your feet come together."
"Uhh... okay..."
Haruhi was dancing with Kanako, her self proclaimed number one fan. Kanako was more than happy to be asked to help, and jumped for the chance to dance with Haruhi for a day.
I was dancing with each of the other boys, minus Tamaki (he was sulking) and Honey because he was too short.
Right now, I was trying to waltz with Mori, but it was proving difficult. I just couldn't get my feet to go in the right direction.
The twins were teasing Tamaki.
"Boss, you're too big to stand in as a woman, so you couldn't possibly be Haruhi's dance partner."
They slunk away, muttering to each other, but loud enough for everyone to hear.
"If he carries on, he's going to be eating commoners Ramen again in misery..."
"I think he just wants to dance with Haruhi to be close to him"
"Oh yeah... what a perv..."
As Tamaki slumped off to his corner, I found it hard to keep concentrating. Haruhi was the first to fall though, and she took Kanako down with her. They both laughed it off, and then had a rest.
Drama unfolded, as Kanako sat to drink tea, a boy came in. They seemed to know each other, but Kanako was a total bitch to him, and he walked out looking pretty upset. Kanako then left when Haruhi mentioned the fact that it seemed she and the boy knew each other.
I was left to dance with Mori.
"Um-Cha-Cha, Um-Cha-Cha... I can't do this Cha-Cha..."
He just chuckled, and moved my elbow slightly up, so my arm kind of locked, and then nudged my feet in the right way with his.
Pretty soon, I was doing it quite well, and I had to admit that Mori was pretty good at waltzing too. You wouldn't think so from his size.
Speaking of size, his feet are HUGE! I tripped over them so I squeezed my eyes shut and braced myself for impact, but before I could land flat on my face, I felt a strong arm wrap around my middle and hoist me back up to normal level... or slightly higher.
I was looking him right in the eyes. I'd never noticed how dark they were, a kind of steely gray, but they still seemed bright. He smiled briefly, before putting that stoic mask on again.
"Are you okay? You're not hurt are you?" he seemed genuinely concerned, poor guy.
I thought for a moment... I could say I hurt my ankle and try to escape the dance... but Kyouya could see right through me.
"I'm fine, thanks for catching me though" I replied, and gave him a quick hug when he returned me to my feet.
He stiffened, and I heard several people gasp, but he soon relaxed and patted my head, and I removed my arms from him and gave a bright smile. He smiled back, before asking if I wanted to continue.
"Nah, I think I'm gonna have a rest."
With that, I went over to the nearest sofa and planted my butt on it. Honey went over to Mori and started gabbing on about me hugging him, to which I only giggled. Hikaru and Kaoru were prancing around the room singing "Mori and Saori, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" You know how it goes...
I found I had been glomped from behind by a wailing blond boy (guess who).
"I can't believe Mori-Sempai is trying to take my place as daddy in my daughters hearts! It's not fair, I'm daddy... I am! I am! I am!"
He started weeping into my shoulder, and all I could so was pat his head sympathetically. I didn't have the heart to tell him to get the hell off.
Haruhi gave me a sympathetic look as if to say "I'm sorry about him." Kyouya looked fairly indifferent, and Mori and Honey looked slightly amused.
Hikaru and Kaoru however, took this chance to tease the guy more than they have done.
"Look at that! How pathetic can a guy get to grab a woman like that?" Kaoru asked.
"I know... I mean, he totally just crept up on her. He's like some kind of..." Hikaru added.
"Womanizer." they finished together.
"I AM NOT A WOMIZER! I'M MEARLY MAKING SURE MY DAUGHTERS ARE HAPPY! I DON'T WANT THEM TO BE STOLEN AWAY!"
He... just yelled down my ear... ouch...
I moved away from the blond and the red heads, as now they were arguing. I rubbed my ear because, damn, that really hurt!
"Are you okay?" asked a smooth voice.
"Yeah Kyouya, I'm fine. I'm quite used to people screeching down my ears..."
"Want me to cheer you up?" he asked, quite casually.
What. The. Fuck?
"How could you of all people cheer anyone up?" I asked, perplexed.
"Lets go shopping for that dress of yours. We can bring Haruhi too and get her a suit."
"Fine. As long as no-one shouts."
"Alright. Come on Haruhi, Mori-Sempai, Honey-Sempai... leave those three, they won't notice if we go now." He nodded towards Hikaru, Kaoru and Tamaki.
So we all left silently, and walked down to the front gate as Kyouya made a quick call to his driver to bring a limo around.
When it pulled up in front of us all, the older three got in without hesitation, but me and Huruhi weren't sure about it.
"Damn rich people, why can't they try to look inconspicuous?" she mumbled.
I laughed and we then got in.
Righto, review please! Next chapter will be up at around 8pm this evening! (7th February 2010)
