"If you're going to play piano, you need to know where C is." I said quietly, tapping the middle key as they intently watched.
"So, this one?" they asked, pressing down on the same key I had.
"Exactly. Now, let's try to read the notes on the piano. Theres C, C#,…."I pointed to each black or white key as I named it notes, their amber eyes looking intently, but the smug look still on their face.
½ an hour passed as the twins patiently watched me and followed suit. I was surprised at how eager they were to learn the instrument. Then again, Tamaki would have refused to teach them. That brought up my curiosity….
Why did they want to learn?
"Hikaru, Kaoru?" I asked, leaning against the center of the piano as they plunked out a few notes.
They looked up in slight surprise, the smirk dissolving.
"Hmm?" they asked, leaning in close, draping their arms over my shoulders.
"Why exactly is it that you want to learn piano?" I asked, getting slightly nervous and picking up a huge increase of heartbeat pace.
They looked to each other, and started to poke my cheeks playfully.
"That's a secret!" they chimed, chuckling and then looking to the clock that chimed 4:00.
"See you tomorrow!" they picked up their bags, walking out, with the same smug faces they had worn when they walked in.
"Hey, wait a minute!" I called after them. Failing, I decided to grab my bag, and head home.
It had been several weeks since Mitsuru had come to the host club. Recently, he had been very flirtatious towards me. However, the Hitachiin Twins haven't been very approving of his nature.
He and Tamaki spoke fluent French to each other from time to time when they wanted to privately converse. How Mitsuru knew French, was completely out of my knowledge, leading me to deep curiosity. Mori-senpai and Honey-senpai got along with him just fine. Mitsuru knowing Haruhi's secret, also tended to flirt with her, peeving the brothers. And I, also found it to be rather annoying.
Other then that, Mitsuru was a nice enough man. Golden hair slightly darker then Tamaki, and those blazing green eyes that seemed to strike you in the heart. However, Hikaru and Kaoru's bright, sharp amber ones always made me feel uneasy and made me blush… due to my romantic desires.
"Tamaki, are these all right?" a calm Mitsuru asked, holding a bouquet of white roses.
"Beautiful, Mitsuru-chan!" the king cried in joy, violet eyes sparkling.
"Place them over there on the table. I cant wait for the ladies to see them! Where on earth did you get these?" he asked.
"My garden at home. For you, my king." Mitsuru bowed, smiling with his green eyes closed.
"Oh you're so adorable!" Tamaki chorused at him, prancing away.
Kyouya walked up with his notebook, as I watched from a safe distance afar, seated at the piano. Flipping through the marked pages, he stopped with a smile.
"Tell me, how many dozens have you got in roses? We'll gladly pay for the finances of seeds and other herbal equipment if you like." He coolly told him, pen ready to legibly write someone to debt.
"About 4, Kyouya." He replied, and eyed me in near the piano, with his bright green eyes.
He walked quietly over to me, taking my hand and kissing it gently, causing a line of pink to cross my cheeks.
"Kokoro, darling." He said in his heavy accent.
"Y…yes?" I asked, as the twins, raised their eyebrows in an irked fashion. Slowly, they made their way in my direction.
"I was wondering…" he smiled, standing up again.
"Yes…?" I said again.
"Would you like to-"
"That's great Mitsuru." Hikaru interrupted him suddenly, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"But maybe some other time." Kaoru finished, copying his brother.
"But I-"
"Just go. Away." The twins chorused in an irritated tone, dismissing them with their free hands.
Mitsuru bowed with a smile, something that seemed like a portrayal of annoyance at his failure. Almost sinister in a way. He made his way outside the music room.
"Why are you so cold to him?" I asked the two, and they looked down to me. When really, I wanted to ask why they were so protective.
"No reason." They both replied, quickly.
I sighed, and watched Tamaki stomp over quickly.
He seemed to be furious.
"WHAT MAKES YOU TWO SHADY TWINS THINK YOU CAN TREAT OUR NEWEST MEMBER SO RUDELY?" he yelled at them, waving his arms frantically, violet eyes narrowed in anger.
"Well boss…"
"If you haven't noticed, he's been awfully touchy with Kokoro." Hikaru started, waltzing over to Tamaki, crossing his arms.
"His gardening skills may be excellent," Kaoru continued.
"And he may be popular with the ladies,"
"But,"
"Quite frankly,"
"It's really pissing us off." They finished, bookending the king.
"But Je-" Tamaki started, but quickly covered his mouth.
"Je…?" the twins chorused.
"N-nothing at all!" Tamaki frantically blocked away questioning, and scampered away, leaving a baffled pair of redheads, and myself raising an eyebrow.
Kaoru left my side, without his brother noticing.
"Dammit, he never tells us anything." Hikaru scoffed.
Kaoru looked out the window, in a bit of a saddened mood.
"Kaoru?" Hikaru looked over to him, a bit surprised at his movement of position.
Hikaru joined his side, wrapping an arm around his brother's waist, kissing him on the cheek gently.
"Kokoro?" Haruhi called me over.
I walked over to her, as she carried a tea set. I looked back, the two nii-sans talking to each other quietly.
"I think it would be best if you left them alone, for now." She told me at a whisper.
"They seem to not get along well with Mitsuru." I replied, as Haruhi took my hand to go and make tea.
"No one does. Except for Tamaki. However, I think it would be best to try and befriend him." She poured a few cups.
"Is Mitsuru French?" I asked, taking the red rose she handed to me and gently plucking off petals to assort them on the tray.
"Good question. I've had the same suspicions." She replied, her brown eyes meeting my blue ones.
"Cant we just ask? I'm sure Tamaki doesn't like keeping secrets from you."
"Definitely not from me." Haruhi sighed, knowing all too well Tamaki's fondness of the little commoner.
"Then there'd be no harm in finding an answer to the question of Mitsuru's nationality." I pressed.
"Why are you so intimate to know his heritage?" Haruhi suddenly raised an eyebrow.
I didn't respond to her question, as she eyed me intently. I hated it when she stared at you. It was like she was digging into your soul to find you as guilty as you could possibly be.
The Hitachiin brothers came over closer to take two tea cups from the tray, sipping casually.
"Hey!" she shouted, as both snickered and stuck their tongue out at her.
She sighed, spat a few insults at them under her tongue, and took two more teacups from the table to fill.
"Nevermind Kokoro." She told me, and looked up with surprise as Tamaki slid his finger under her chin.
"Awwww my daughter wants to know a secret?" he teased, in the goofy mood he always seemed to be in.
"I am not your daughter for the last time!" she said, his grip releasing as his lip quivered.
"But Haru-chan…" he pleaded.
"Tamaki, is Mitsuru French?" I asked, breaking the topic from its mainstream.
Tamaki's violet eyes became blank and circular as he scuttled away quickly, as he had done when questioned earlier.
"Why yes Kokoro-chan," a voice came from behind me, a green rose sliding across my cheek as Mitsuru came into my view.
"Je suis français. Mon vrai nom est Jean Pierre Léon. Donc désolé pour garder mon secret pour vous, ma belle princesse." He smirked, as the Hitachiin twin's mouths gaped open.