I take back what i said before I really do... i won't wait until 200 reviews.
Only cos the visitors today has been appaling! 44 in the space of 18 hours... and only 7 reviews... you all hate me :'(
anyways... screw the 'I'll update when i have...' thing, I'll update when i can be arsed... I've been doing coursework since 7 in the morning and now it's 10:45 at night. I needed a break.
Aurora 16, thanks for the review... I hate them chicks too, so nyaa... screw them.
Sassy lou........... i don't have anything to say to you. You're my sister...
SisterFriend (both of you)... thanks for everything :) hope you got my message! Sorry I had to pick Takashi... but i told you why :)
SarahELupin... in your name, is it remus lupin you refer to? I'm just wondering... oh, yeah, and thanks for the review ;)
Illogical Human... *squee* here's the chapter!!!!! YAY
Manga Freak3... i like Mori when he's sleepy too, he's a total babe then XD jk
Kuramasredredrose... stop going insane fan girl on me, i will have to pull out the water bottle and squirt you. Humph. but thanks and all that x
Anyways... yeah, thats the callouts to all my reviewers
"Really, when we get back, you ought to take a nap or something."
"I'm fine, honestly. Stop worrying Saori."
I looked up into his gray eyes, but he only smiled at me.
"You worry too much." he ruffled my hair and laughed when I started to protest.
"Mori... I'm so gonna have to ask Honey if you're normally like this." he nudged him again, but he let it pass.
"I'm the same with Mitsukuni as I am with everyone. I just talk a little more to people I like."
I nodded absentmindedly.
"So you like me?" I asked, putting it as simply as I could. For I moment I thought I felt him stiffen, but when I thought again, he seemed pretty relaxed.
"Yeah, you're cool."
I chuckled.
"Awesome~"
He walked into club carrying me, but no-one seemed to notice. The Lobelia girls had gone, and so had Haruhi.
"What happened?" I asked, clambering down from Mori's arms.
"Haruhi found out how the club worked and got pissed off." started the twins, looking bored.
"Oh, the point system and the bidding sales?" I asked.
"Yeah, those... wait- how do you know?" Tamaki, the twins and Honey looked at me perplexed. I grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of my neck.
"Well... you see-"
"She hacked my laptop."
I looked at Kyouya, who shrugged, and then I felt Hikaru slap my back.
"Awesome job Saori! You gotta show us how to do it!" he said
"Yeah, I always wanted to know what he has on there." chuckled his twin.
"Yeah, whatever. Right now though, we have to figure out a way to make Haruhi un-pissed at you guys."
Kyouya turned to me.
"Actually, right now I think we have to figure out what you and Mori sempai are doing walking into club soaking wet?"
I grinned at him.
"We just went to talk and then ended up in the fountain." Honey grinned mischievously at me.
"Yeah, and I saw you two hugging."
I shrugged, ignored the cat calls and wolf whistles from the twins, the sobbing from Tamaki, and the sharp look from Kyouya, before going into the changing room and getting dry.
* * *
"So that's the plan men?"
Kyouya glared at Tamaki.
"You can't be serious? You want all of us-"
Mori interjected "Except me"
"Yes, except Mori sempai, to get in a dress to show Haruhi we can be like girls too?"
"Precisely." Tamaki smiled looking quite proud of himself. I looked at him.
"What do I do? I am a girl."
"You... you could dress in a dress! You always look cute, and it shows the Lobelia girls that we let you go about being feminine!"
I looked at him, then shrugged.
"Fine, but I'm having my hair cut tonight though. Long hair is too troublesome."
I made for the door, but felt several hands grabbing my clothes pulling me back. I turned and saw everyone except Mori and Kyouya holding onto me (but they were still close and looking shocked).
"What?"
"Don't cut your hair Sa-Chan!" pleaded Honey.
"It's nice the way it is!" shouted the twins.
"I don't want my second daughter to look like a boy!" cried Tamaki.
Mori looked at me, frowning.
"It's nice how it is."
Even Kyouya looked slightly concerned for the welfare of my hair.
"Why would you want to cut it? It suits you long."
I grinned, seriously, they were against it.
"I know it looks nice now... but it's too troublesome. I'm not even joking, it takes me about an hour to brush it through in the morning because of all the knots I get. And I will still look like a girl, just with shorter hair. It's no big deal."
They all looked kind of doubtful, but left me alone... all except Mori.
"I like your hair as is." he mumbled. I just smiled at him, patted his arm and said:
"You worry too much."
* * *
"Grandma, I think I can take myself to the hairdressers."
I started to giggle a bit as my grandmother started flapping her arms about and muttered to herself.
"Saori, darling, you're hair is lovely as it it! Don't cut it."
"Grandma, I promise, I won't have punk spikes, or a Mohawk, and I won't get a mullet. It will look sensible, and very nice."
She smiled at me, before handing me some money and sending me on my way.
It took about twenty minutes to get to the hairdressers, ten minutes to tell them what I wanted, fifteen minutes to wait... but a lifetime sat on that seat while they cut at least a foot of my hair off. I got a real sense of dread when she cut the first bit, you know the kind when you think you're making a huge mistake but you actually aren't. I got it bad. Right in the pit of my stomach.
But when they were done, I decided I loved it.
It was a neat bob, the back started just a little farther down from the top of my neckline, sloping downwards as my hair came closer to my face. The front bangs reached my shoulders, and I had a neat side fringe, swept over to my left eye.
"This is perfect..."
The lady smiled at me, and giggled slightly when I asked if I could keep some of my hair. She put some in an envelope, and passed it to me. I paid for the cut, then went back home.
I couldn't wait to see what the guys and Haruhi would think~
* * *
"It's short!" yelled Hikaru, but he was stunned into silence when I showed him some of the hair that had been cut off.
"Jeez, Saori... that must be a foot..." muttered Kaoru, as shocked as his brother.
"Yuhp, but I like it!"
Then Tamaki and Kyouya walked in, it didn't take long for Tamaki to start sobbing.
"You said you'd still look like a girl!" tears were running down his face, and I could only tut.
"Stop crying, or your mascara will run. And are you implying that I don't look like a girl now?" I snapped at him, and he backed off.
"N-no, not at all. You look very pretty." He then hid behind Kyouya, who was still regarding my new haircut wearily. He sighed.
"I hope for your sakes that it grows back."
Uh... insulted much?
"Excuse me?"
"Insulting my hair like that..." I grumbled.
"Well... it does look nice, it suits you. But your mother will go mad." … And he just said it matter of factly.
"She'll live. But you really think it suits me?" I asked him, smiling and turning my head sideways.
"Sa-Chan?"
I looked up to see Honey on Mori's shoulders. He looked surprised for a moment, before giving me his usual five year old grin and giving me the thumbs up.
"Saori kawaii~" he grinned, I chuckled at his expression, then patted his head when he jumped down off Mori and hugged me around my middle.
"Thanks."
Mori stepped forward, stroked my hair, then pushed my fringe back so he could see both my eyes.
"It looks very nice." he whispered, just barely audible.
"Thank you Mori." I whispered back, probably just as quietly.
"Well, we need to get everyone into dressed... or suits, in Mori sempai's case... we also need makeup. Saori, I found the perfect dress for you~"
He held up a light green dress, and grinned at me.
"Fine."
I took the dress off him, and went into the changing room. It was only when I had got undressed and slipped the dress on did I realize that the back was a lace up. So I couldn't do it by myself. Clutching the front of the dress tight, I stuck my head out of the curtain, and saw Kyouya in just his trousers staring at the long purple gown Tamaki had insisted he wear.
"Kyouya, I don't mean to be a nuisance, but could you help me lace this up?"
He looked over at me, looked me up and down, then nodded almost absentmindedly.
"Sure."
He walked towards me, pushed me back inside the changing room, and told me to lean forward slightly and hold onto something. I also took my glasses off, if my eyes bugged out, I didn't need them breaking.
"Tell me if it's too tight. I don't need you dropping dead from lack of oxygen."
He started lacing it up at the bottom, occasionally pulling it tighter and asking if I was okay. Sometimes his fingers would brush against my back (I did notice that sometimes they would linger) but his hands were really smooth.
"Kyouya... do you moisturize? Your hands are, like, really soft."
He chuckled, but didn't reply... which was rather annoying. He just pulled the laces at the top (near enough suffocating me) and patted my back.
"All done."
I stretched, trying to get used to this feeling, then I turned to him.
"Need help getting yours on mum?"
He then glared at me, but shook his head and walked away to his dress.
"You're lucky Saori." he muttered under his breath.
"Why is that?"
"You don't have to wear fake breasts..."
I burst out laughing, and it really hurt, after a good few minutes of hysteria, my sides felt as if they'd been split, sewn up, then split again.
"Oh god Kyouya, my heart goes out to you." I giggled. I started walking out, and he was muttering something. Either wearing dresses had made him go crazy (always a possibility) or he was muttering death threats.
I think the latter was more probable.
* * *
Kyouya
Lacing up her dress, I couldn't help but feel a bit perverted... That blond idiot and those twins were rubbing off on me...
You see, the one thing I don't know about Saori... is her bra size.
I know she is a size eight in bottoms, and a ten in tops. When I asked her, she said it was because her breasts were too big, but she laughed at me and said she would never tell me her bra size.
So... curiosity killed the cat... and I would be killed if she figure out what I was doing.
Occasionally I let my fingers brush against her back, more or less always on the same spot where the label was sticking out. I was at her mid back now with the laces, and just when I thought I might as well give up, I saw the little numbers.
38 C.
I finished lacing up as quickly as possible, ignoring her remark about my hands being smooth, but pulling the laces a little tighter at the top to shut her up. Then I tapped her on her back to indicate I was done.
"All done." (I decided I should probably clear up that fact)
She stretched her arms up, then turned to face me, a cheeky grin on her face and a twinkle in her eye.
"Need help getting yours on mum?" she smirked at me, to which I only replied with a glare. I did shrug, then walk away... I saw the dress and the plastic breasts Tamaki were forcing us all to wear... except that lucky bastard Morinozuka.
"You're lucky Saori."
"Why is that?" she giggled at me.
"You don't have to wear fake breasts..." I sighed.
I saw her lip twitch, and she seemed to look more and more amused each passing second, until she burst laughing. I just watched as she giggled to herself. Her laugh was contagious, but I wasn't going to give in.
"Oh god Kyouya, my heart goes out to you." she managed to get out between fits of giggles. Then she started to leave, shaking her head and smiling.
I looked down and sighed.
"I wish it would Saori... I really do."
