Dictionary Dictionary
Japanese people usually use suffixes, like –chan or –kun. But sometimes when it comes to girlfriends or boyfriends, they add another new suffix behind the name, instead of the normal
–kun. Examples are like –pon and –tan. Yukie's version is –icchi, and is something equivalent to calling someone your 'ichiban' or number one.
And we have a special appearence. xD Crossover.
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"I'm going outstation next week."
"Eh?"
Yukie turned around to look at Kyouya from where she was sitting. The activities of the Host Club had wound down for the day, but Kyouya remained in the Third Music Room, supposedly to do some final account checking and rounding up. Yukie had stayed back with him, and now with a book in her hand, she curled up on one of the many couches in the club room, her legs tucked under her as she read her newest novel.
"My father asked me to settle some business in Hokkaido. I'll leave on Monday, and be back on Thursday on estimation."
Yukie's eyes went round as she watched him speak without looking up, his eyes trained on his laptop. But she liked watching him like that, and Yukie was probably the only one who could see the shadow of a smile playing around the corner of his lips. Just for me. The girl had never been possessive before, but oddly enough when it concerned her Kyouya-icchi, she was. Her eyes lingered on his form for a moment longer, but when his eyes suddenly flickered upwards to watch her, she blushed involuntarily, hurriedly looking away.
Kyouya smiled lightly at her reaction, never tiring of it. After all, he liked making her blush. Yukie was his after all. Ootori Kyouya had always been possessive, but with Yukie even more so, which wouldn't be surprising actually, since out of so many people, she was the only one who caught his attention. Be it as it may however, Kyouya was still worried at the prospect of leaving her alone for a couple of days. Ever since that day when he told her (Kyouya was never going to admit that he confessed), he had always been with her when she didn't have class. The hostile glares from the other girls didn't exactly softened, and Kyouya couldn't use the Ootori special police guard either. His father would humiliate Yukie if he ever found out.
"I'll ask Hunny-senpai and Mori-senpai to be with you at school." Kyouya finally decided, as he went back to typing away at his keyboard.
"Uwa, is there really a need, Kyouya-icchi?" Yukie asked, giving him a disdainful look, one that Kyouya returned with insistence. Yukie had seen that look a lot the past week. Everytime she tries to insist that he had no need to follow her around like a second shadow, he always gave her that look. They didn't even come close to touching each other at school, but Kyouya never strayed anymore then 2 steps away from her, and it was getting pretty obvious.
"Hai hai. Wagata, wakateruyo." Yukie finished with a sigh of defeat, closing her book. "Can we go home now?"
Kyouya looked at her for a minute, wondering how in the world did he fall for an insolent girl like her. He had always imagined getting hooked with someone his father would choose, probably some demure, quiet girl who had no mind of her own and followed his every whim and fancy. Yukie was far from that. Yet when he gave a second glance at her gold eyes brimming with life, her smile only for him, and her bright character, Kyouya could want no one else but her. "Kyouya-icchi?" Quickly acting as if he hadn't spaced off at all, Kyouya shut his laptop and grabbed Yukie's bag which had been leaning by his table, before walking towards the door. "Its for your own good, you know." Kyouya tried to reason with her, as they opened the door to the Third Music Room.
"You sound like you're my mom." Yukie teased, laughing lightly, she held up a hand to stop Kyouya as he started to speak again. "I know, I know. You're my Kyouya-icchi, or course you love me, right?" she continued cheekily, as she danced up to walk next to him. Kyouya turned away, not deeming to reply, but what Yukie didn't see was the smile that played around his lips as he quickened his pace.
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"Get off the phone, Kyouya-icchi, or you're going to be late."
"Stay with Hunny-senpai."
"You've said that at least a thousand times, I get it. Go." Yukie insisted, and said one last goodbye before hanging up, shaking her head with an amused smile playing on her lips as she looked at her cell phone, before slipping it in to her pocket. Kyouya had called her early that morning before she had even reached the school gates, and in the midst of casual chat, he had reminded her at least a million times to stay with Hunny and Mori, Yukie almost wanted to scream at him to stop.
"Ohaiyo, Yu-chan!"
Yukie turned around at the bright, childish voice, and laughed when she saw the gold haired, chibi sized senior jump up towards her with a friendly bright smile, his stoic, mysterious cousin right behind him, with only a short wave of the hand as a greeting. Yukie returned the wave with a smile, before kneeling down to where Hunny was looking up at her brightly. "Ohaiyo, Hunny-senpai." the girl greeted the innocent senior gently, and widened her eyes when he suddenly linked his hand through her arm.
"Kyou-chan said I was to stay with you today. Lets go to class, Takashi!" Hunny said brightly, much to Yukie's surprise, as she got dragged off with Mori walking behind them. As she watched the two cousins dragging her to class, the girl couldn't help rolling her eyes at Kyouya's actions. Really, was there a need?
2 more days.
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"Hunny-senpai?"
"Gomen, Yu-chan, but Takashi is making me stay home today 'cause I have the flu. He promised me cake! But you'll be alright at school, ne?"
"Of course, I'll be fine. Feel better soon!"
As she hung up her phone, a satisfied smile curled her lips upwards. Finally! Kyouya won't be home till tomorrow, so I'll have some time alone today. God darn first time in ages. Yukie sang inwardly as she strode in the school ground, a skip in her steps. But no sooner had she gotten barely five steps in school grounds, when a sudden tug made Yukie suppress a cry of pain, as she felt her scalp getting yanked at, someone obviously pulling at her long bleached hair. The next thing she knew, Yukie was dragged in to a empty hallway off the main track, three hazel haired girls facing her down.
Rubbing the sore spot where they had pulled, the dull throbbing resulting from the unkind gesture was subsiding to a simple ache, Yukie glanced up curiously as she straightened up, asking, "What was that for?"
But it seems her question either was ignored, of they didn't hear her, for the next sentence did nothing to answer her query, but merely served to confuse Yukie. "Who do you think you are, leading Kyouya-senpai on like that?"
"Eh?" she spouted out, her brows rising as she heard the half-shouted statement that sounded like a load of bullshit to her. Of course, Yukie didn't say this out, having had politeness and manners drilled in to her head at a young age, but she sure as hell wished she could. But then again, it was probably better if she had stated her sentiments, since her too-polite 'Eh' was immediately disregarded as the flanking two girls suddenly surged forward to grab Yukie by the arms, rendering her movements useless, as the one that had spoke earlier came forward, and brushed her finger under Yukie's chin, as if taunting her.
"Kyouya-senpai deserves better. We'll teach girls who think they can whore on our Kyouya-senpai." her tone creepy and menacing at the last sentence, they sent shivers up Yukie's spine as she tried to wriggle her way out, to no avail.
The girls gold eyes widened when the previous, hazel haired maiden raised a hand over her, but before skin could crash against skin, a loud voice stilled her actions as a shadow darkened where previously light from the hallways illuminated. "Mizushima-san!"
The girl gave a startled gasp, actions immediately forgotten as the other two released their harsh grip on Yukie's arms immediately, going forward to stand flanking their friend again. Yukie's sight was blocked as she rubbed her raw skin where they had grasp, but when she looked up, her eyes were met with a young man with dark hazel hair, his lips smiling at her and no traces of the earlier girls. "Where did they go?" was the first question Yukie immediately asked as she blinked in momentary surprise.
"Chased away be me? Those girls get out of hand sometimes." he replied impishly, and gave a smirk, before running an eye over Yukie. "I do hope you're alright though."
Yukie immediately smiled, and shook her head indicating that she was fine, before offering a hand out. "Sohma Yukie, hajimemashte. You are?" she asked bluntly, though with a friendly smile. Yukie was never one to beat around the bush. Luckily enough, the guy seem to have a good sense of humor, and took the offered hand with a playful smirk of his own. "Nakatsu Shuichi, senior class 3-A".
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And thus... anyone knows where Nakatsu is from? Right guesses will get marshmallows. Of course, the credit gos to the original mangaka of Nakatsu's manga/anime/live dorama. xD
Sorry for the short chapter. I'm in a hurry, and this is something I need to write down before going back to my hiatus till 27th. xD I hope I can come back and write another one soon though. For now.. Ja-ne, minna! R&R greatly appreciated!