Hey, everyone, thanks for reviewing! are we up to 132 reviews now? big number!
I've gotten so sick of coursework... hy is being in my final year of high school so hard? WHY?
Anyways... yeah, another fast update from miss 'Im not gonna let em down!' (i have a long surname, sorry...)
I would also like to take this oportunity to say that the mention of anything 'bad' (grown up) in this... yeah... my bad. I's like to say it's totally because of pervy boys that i even know about such things... sorry.
Can i ask a question to all those that have stories? Have any of you been experiancing trouble with 'traffic'? I haven't been able to see how many people have looked at the story or anything, so now it's annoying me. And my sister has had it too...
Just wondering, cos I'm ready for beating fanfiction up...
Anyways, back to the story topic. I hate this chapter personally...
hope you enjoy?
"Oh my, what an unusually young guest."
I dropped from my pose (one hand on my hip and my hip jutting out to one side) to look closer at the girl.
"Well, glad you're here. My little lost kitty cat."
Tamaki smiled at her, and held his hand out with his usual 'I'm made of ten kinds of awesome' look, while the little girl stared blankly at up, lips moving silently in something I could just make out as the word 'police' mouthed.
"Little kitty cat, why have you come to see us today?"
Her cheeks tinged pink, and then she randomly pointed at us.
"It's reverse Harem!" I gawked at her as she continued to shout "This is a reverse Harem!"
Tamaki laughed shortly before saying something about water in his ears, to which Hikaru and Kaoru agreed to... I was just too busy wondering how the hell this sweet looking little girl had come across Shojo manga. Yet she just continued.
"There's debauchery here. Yay! There's debauchery, debauchery!"
I gasped as she went on.
"You're the glasses character!" she said, pointing at Kyouya.
"you're the boy lolita and the stoic type" she pointed at Honey and Takashi in turn.
"Twincest!" she grinned, indicating towards the twins.
"The bookworm!" she pointed at Haruhi. Then she turned to me.
"Hentai?" she whispered... I gasped.
"What kinda comics have you been reading?!" I shouted. She ignored me and turned her attention to Tamaki, who flinched away from her evil little blue eyes.
"Big brother!" She flung herself at Tamaki, who caught her just in time. "My big brothers' blond you must be him!" she grabbed onto him, smiling.
"You never told us you had a little sister." I chirped, glancing at the little girl.
"I don't! I'm definitely an only child... at least as far as I know."
Honey grinned at him, then spoke up. "The more I look at you, you two do look a lot alike! You are both blond after all."
I grumbled and turned to Kyouya, whom looked deep in though, resting his chin upon his hand and staring off into space.
"I want to know if glasses character is superior to big brother..."
"Who cares? Does it really matter?" snapped Haruhi "I can't believe she called me bookworm..."
I glared at them both... had they not heard the little brat?
"She associated me with Hentai... that's some fudged up Shojo she reads." i said, careful not to swear as there was a child in the vacinity.
I looked back at Tamaki and the child, and wondered for a moment what was going to happen.
"Excuse me, you want to tell me your name little one?"
She smiled large at him, and hugged him around his neck.
"Kirimi."
fillet?
I snorted and went into the back room. Screw this, I'm getting changed.
"Where you going?" I heard a deep bassy voice ask.
"Changing Takashi... I'm not up for looking like a porn star today."
I glanced at him, just to see him with a small smile on his face, he then shook his head sympathetically and patted me on the head. I walked away, but I could feel his eyes staring at my ass (weird as that sounds...) so to tease him (the joys, hahaha) I started to swing my hips as I sauntered off.
Just as I was about to turn the corner into the changing rooms, I peeked back over my shoulder to see a very pink, very clammy, very flustered looking Takashii... who could guess why?
Perverts. All of you.
I know what you're thinking... and your pervy. But correct...
Anyways, I got changed back into my trousers and shirt, but I left my tie and blazer off and my shirt un-tucked... who cares right now what I look like? Trampy is better than slutty.
I walked back out again, just to see a blond boy with blue eyes standing in a (very strange and creepy) doorway, calling out for Kirimi.
And he had a cat puppet in his hand. I know this guy.
"Nekozawa?" I called over to him. He turned to look at me and smiled.
"It's nice to see you again Saori-san. I just came to see my sister Kirimi."
Then out of nowhere, two people walked up to him.
"Master, you forgot your cloak."
In about five seconds, Nekozawa was shrouded in black, with his wig on.
"Nekozawa sempai?" gasped the twins, Haruhi and Tamaki.
"Yes, did I not just call him Nekozawa and he respond? You guys can be really stupid." I muttered, irritated still from that hentai comment... how did the girl even come across such crude horrible things? I shudder at the thought.
The maid (I think she is his maid) and the butler (he looks it... might be something more important though?) stood forward and explained the whole 'Nekozawa likes dark, Kirimi likes light' thing. Haruhi asked (in disbelief) weather the child was actually Nekozawa's younger sister.
"Kirimi, so this is where you've been hiding~" Nekozawa stood forward and walked towards his younger sister, who screamed, cried and jumped at Tamaki.
"Please don't be scared, I'd like to introduce you to someone. This is Belzeneff. The Nekozawa family have worshiped cats for generations."
The girl continued to cower, I sighed, turned and saw Haruhi staring at the older boy.
"You know I get the feeling she's not scared of the puppet. Call me crazy, but I think it's you."
Kyouya nodded at Haruhi's almost cruel blunt words, and I face palmed when the twins jumped Nekozawa and tried to take his clothes off him... which was a futile effort.
We also found out that we couldn't darken the room for Nekozawa's sake, because Kirimi freaked out because of the dark. In fact, she started wailing almost immediately as Honey began to close the curtains.
"By the way... someone's unhappy." remarked a rather sarcastic Kyouya. Tamaki could only bounce the girl on his knee to try and calm her.
The maid spoke up.
"It's such a tragedy that these two sibling are such polar opposites, as a result, they've come to be known at the Nekozawa family's Romeo and Juliet."
"Um, that was slightly different... either that or it'd be incestuous, and I've had enough of that." I muttered the last part, glancing sideways at the twins, who caught my eye, stuck out their tongues, and pulled one another into intimate hugs... my gag refluxes started to kick in.
"Oh, I'm well aware of that, to be honest, it's something I just came up with on the fly. Pretty impressive huh?"
"Oh."
After a moment, the butler (?) stepped forward to tell us that they were sent to bring Kirimi back home, to which the twins asked if the rest of the family was as out of touch (a.k.a. - mental) as the three of them.
Well, the maid went psycho on their asses, and told us that the Nekozawa's were basically part of the mafia... cool. Not.
Then we learned that an old legend (that may or may not be true... what the fuck?) states that once every so many hundred years, a child is born into the family that is possessed by darkness and that shit.
Sounds like a fun little family.
Kirimi had seen pictures of Nekozawa without his cloak and wig, and wanted to meet him... but the only times she had seen him, he'd been dressed darkly, so she freaked out on his ass.
She went on to say that she had read fairy tales to the girl with princes in them, but when they ran out, she began reading Shojo manga with princes in it... and Kirimi became addicted.
"Well, that explains a lot." muttered Haruhi, and I think we all recalled the scene not half an hour ago where the little girl declared that there was reverse harem here. But I had to ask...
"How does she know about hentai? I've only ever known freaky young teen boys to know about the stuff... they went on about it, so I know what it is... but still..." I trailed off, thinking about all those freakish teens back in england who liked seeing naked anime characters... messed up or what?
"It doesn't explain how she knows of that stuff." finished Kyouya.
I waited, and saw Nekozawa pull on his collar slightly.
"Um... well.... she might have ventured into my room. My bad." he coughed nervously, and I rolled my eyes... no matter where you go, boys are all the same.
"Wait, so Kirimi-chan doesn't know you're her real older brother Nekozawa sempai?"
I watched as Nekozawa crumpled to the floor and started whimpering... I almost felt sorry for the guy. Then he made my sympathy crash and burn.
"Yes, it's painful, that's why every night I offer prayers in hopes that one day, Kirimi will come to embrace... the darkness."
I scoffed and shook my head, while Hikaru and Kaoru said exactly what I was thinking.
"I think you've got it backwards buddy."
"You should try to get accustomed to the light-"
"-What are you trying to do to your sister?"
Then Nekozawa's servants tried to tell Kirimi to come home, and all she did was wail that she wanted to stay with her big brother.
I turned to look at the older boy... wondering how he would take this...
"Don't worry about me Suoh... All I want is for my sister to be happy" he choked out, voice breaking. "Make sure, she gets the love she deserves."
He then got up and fled the room, we tried calling after him, but he was long gone...
"Poor guy..."
"Yes, well sibling relations are a source of problems in any family." drawled Kyouya, nudging his glasses up and looking quite indifferent.
"Speaking from experience?" I snapped. This was no time to get all bitchy... but screw it. He just glared at me, so I returned the favor.
"Well yes, but I suppose in some families it's different. Wouldn't you agree Saori?"
I scowled.
"What are you implying?"
"Well, you obviously don't get along with your mother, we all heard you shouting at her down the phone. Maybe you could enlighten us to family issues and their outcomes."
"Why you-" I started, taking a step towards him.
"Why I what? Point out that you have family problems too? Well it's obvious, and you only feel sorry for him because you can relate. It's not my fault your home life is shi-"
I stopped him in his tracks. He wasn't about to take stabs at my life because he had issues... so I slapped him. Hard.
The sound of my palm coming into contact with his cheek resounded around the room... my hand even stung a little, so I could only imagine how his face was feeling.
"Don't you bring my family into it. I was only saying that I felt sorry for him, and that you shouldn't be such a douche towards other people that are going through crap. I don't care what's happened in your life, but maybe you should see a councilor instead of taking it out on other people."
I turned then, and stormed out, leaving a stony silence behind me.
* * *
I stomped away from the club room, but I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy about smacking Kyouya.
I couldn't believe I felt uneasy about smacking him... I mean, I've slapped people before but I hadn't been bothered afterwards... unless it's 'cos he could have me killed. In fact, the more I thought about him, the worse I felt. He was one of my best friends here, so I should really have been nicer about that and handled it better.
Anyway, to the task on hand.
"Nekozawa?" I called, wandering the corridors. "Nekozawa, where are you?"
I came across the door that lead down into the black magic club room... my guess is that he was hiding down there in the dark. So I opened the door and tip toed down the staircase.
I saw him huddled in a corner, shoulders trembling and small sobs escaping every few seconds.
"Nek- Umehito. Are you down here?" I whispered, suddenly feeling the need to be quiet.
I crept over to him, and just before I could lay my hand on his shoulder, he looked up at me with big sad, blue eyes. He'd taken his cloak off and the wig had also been discarded. He looked like a regular, very cute, teenager.
"Saori, I'll be fine... Just go and make sure Ki- Kirimi is fine with Suoh..."
His head dropped again, and I could see tears splashing down onto his blazer.
"Umehito Nekozawa, that is your little sister you're talking about. I know right now it looks bleak, but you can't just give up."
"Why not?" he spat out, though barely above a whisper. "Even if she is my sister, she wants him."
He raised his head and stared into the fire that was burning out quite quickly.
"Besides..." he whispered "I can't look after her... she thinks I'm a monster."
I couldn't help myself. I reached forward and wrapped my arms around him, holding him close, giving him that affection he most likely needed right now. He stiffened up for a moment, then almost instantaneously collapsed into my arms and sobbed out all of his hurt and anger, while I patted his head, whispering to him it would be okay, while I watched the last few embers glow, then fade away.
