((Gonna get the ball rolling with this story. I honestly don't have a plan this time so I guess it's a filler-chapter unless an actual plotline creeps it's way in there... Oh, there's another author on this site who has a story about Mori and a Native American girl. The author's name is Zaltanna and the story is called "Grease Monkey". Check it out- I like it since my OC and her OC are different types of Native American girls!
My thanks to lunalovegood0628, Kira The Dead Ninja, and Zaltanna for their favoriting, reviewing, and following of this story!))
Chapter 3: Maid This
Sirena Blackelk was uncomfortable. Actually, that was putting it mildly. She was almost to the point of mortification. She was standing in a room full of people dressed like a slutty maid. The twins had her put this outfit on and yes, she didn't yell out or raise a fuss. But she hadn't expected them to drag her out to show off their "work". She gave up trying to make the damnable hemline grow another 6 inches and fixated them with a glare.
"How is this fashion-forward?" She didn't even know what they'd said when describing themselves as such. What she'd studied didn't cover that word but she knew that they were complimenting themselves and with her questioning it, she was insulting their pride. "And you said you wouldn't touch my hair."
The softer-spoken Kaoru just shrugged, bidding the girls goodbye. Once the doors were shut, he turned to face the new student. "It's not like we had anything better to do. Plus, the maid-look practically BEGS for pigtails."
"And this IS fashion. Top of the line fabric to line your body. No matter how you wrap the package, the inside stays the same. At least we were able to show off your body, Indian..." Hikaru took the insult more to heart.
And he was swept off his feet and fell to the floor without even a breath of hesitation. Now his ass was in pain and he closed his eyes for a moment to will away the hurt. Once he opened his eyes a second later, he saw Sirena in a crouch, the dress riding up her silken thighs more as she hadn't moved from the sweeping motion. Her dark eyes bore into his golden orbs as her bright red lips were in a straight line. Clearly, the girl was not amused.
"You made me look like easy and I should THANK you? I don't think so. Since you "love" your brother so much, why not make him wear it?" she hissed softly. Then she stood up. "And the correct term is Native American, not Indian. I am not from India."
Tamaki cried out, running to aide his fallen warrior. Then he turned and started yelling at Sirena in French, all thoughts of the Japanese language flushed from his mind. But that was okay, Kyoya came forth to say his piece.
"I think we can all agree on one thing..." His glasses flashed dangerously. "You will be the Host Club's maid..."
"WHAT?!" "NON! ABSOLUMENT NON!" A pair of twins and a prince were not pleased with their Shadow King.
Honey, who'd been oddly quiet, decided to finally talk. "Kyo-chan, why should she? Tama-chan and Hika-chan and Kao-chan are being meanies. And she hasn't broken anything..."
"True enough. But Haruhi seems to need help with the chores and Sirena-sempai was more than willing to help him when she was just a customer. If that's the case, why not just make it official? Besides, with Haruhi freed of that task, the profits will increase since the time with clients will not be compromised."
The small blonde thought for a moment before cheering happily and tackle-hugging Sirena to the ground. "Now you can stay with Takashi and me during school AND the club! And we can eat cake together and you can dress as cute as you are now!"
Tamaki shook his head in horror. He gathered Hikaru, Kaoru, Haruhi, and Kyoya into his corner of woe. "No! We're trying to save Mori-sempai and we're practically tossing him to the she-wolf!" he whisper-screamed. "Kyoya, recant your statement! We can't let her devour his innocence!"
The Ohtori shook his head and walked away from the group. That betrayal shot an arrow through his chest but he stood strong. He had the terrible twins on his side still. He could still succeed in rescuing the tall senior from her evil clutches.
But the twins were looking... thoughtful? Oh no...
Kaoru smiled at Hikaru. "If Sirena-sempai was our maid, she could be our dress-dummy..."
"... and she'd make a better model than Haruhi. But first thing's first..." Hikaru turned to the Native American and declared, "Sirena-sempai! Pretend you're a model and spin around!"
Sirena looked at them for a moment, wary of their devious ways. But she did as asked/commanded. Long silky black strands of hair flowed around her body, the natural rhythm of her turning was not blocky like Haruhi's was. The light seemed to accentuate her body and show her off. Her dark eyes held the same spark it did when she looked at Mori.
Hikaru and Kaoru turned back to Tamaki with a smirk. "We're out. She's our new model-maid." They skipped away, leaving the defeated prince behind to wallow in self-pity. Haruhi had left long ago but the french-japanese boy hadn't realized it until that moment.
He only looked up when a small piece of chocolate cake was presented to him. It was decorated with a frosting rose, a red color so deep and beautiful it took his breath away. Sirena gently smiled. "You seem to be having problems... eat this and you'll feel better." And she walked away without another word or even a second glance back.
The princely host nibbled at the cake, making a point to save the rose for last. Maybe this new girl, this strange savage from America- maybe she wasn't so bad after all. But he had to see for himself. So as soon as he finished the cake, he quickly sought Sirena out and tackled her in a hug, spinning her 'round and 'round. "You're so nice, Sirena-sempai! You've made Daddy soooooo happy!"
She let out a squeak of surprise, trying to pry the offensive arms off of her. However, the grip was too much and the angle she was prying at was simply too awkward for her to gain proper leverage. Suddenly, as if an angel of mercy were saving her from the terrible fate, she was removed swiftly from Tamaki's grasp and tucked into the arms and chest of someone who obviously worked out. She looked down to see the arms but couldn't get passed her chest so she looked up and into the deep grey eyes of Takashi.
Her breath caught in her throat and she resisted the urge to purr at the feel of his body against her back. She saw his blush and knew that he could see down the maid outfit and into her bra. But strangely, she was okay with that. When it came to other men, she would object but this tall young man wasn't trying to look at her in an inappropriate manner. And she couldn't object to making him react in such a way- it was actually quite the compliment and inflated her ego a little.
Takashi promptly put her down and gently straightened the outfit, trying to make the skirt go down more. Sirena giggled and informed him that if she couldn't make it go down, he surely couldn't. The teasing made his blush worse. Or perhaps it was that he was face-to-face with her hips and legs without realizing it... At any rate, he stood up quickly and made a hasty retreat out the door, Honey under his arm and their bags in his other hand.
Sirena could honestly say that she'd never imagined that reaction coming from the silent stud. But she liked it and hoped that he liked her as more than just a piece of meat. Men seemed to make it a habit to listen only when the prospect of sex was in the immediate future.
'Please, please, Great Spirit... don't let him be like everyone else...' she thought before blinking and looking at the pouting prince who was grumbling about being ignored by his new daughter. "Wait, Daddy? Daughter?"
((This is where I end it. Next chapter, I plan for it to be in Takashi's view so be prepared for the thoughts of a teenage boy... from the perspective of a female author. I'm not so bad, I just like torturing characters. It's my sadistic hobby... Review, please!))
