well, hello there, two chapters today! This is a special and then another chapter! I was late updating because of finals and grades and stuff like that, merry chirstmas and happy holidays and happy new years! Hehe I was thinking way back when I wrote this that they would actually line up with the christmas season and they have! This is great! Reviews and Favs can be my present!
Chapter Twenty A night for Celebration
Kagame was trying to keep herself from bursting like a balloon on the inside, as her family rushed around the large house, trying to find the room they needed or in the very least each other. She didn't know if it was from, keeping the surprise or because everybody was going to drive her nuts from all the noise.
"KAGAME!" Ayumi was screaming, "Is the purple door the third bathroom or the green one?"
"Try purple." She answered as she threw on her simple black dress with the huge green sash that tied in the back. She considered her gift to her mother, dressing girlie at least for one night as she put on the pearls, and clicking on the high heels.
She fingered her long hair as she hollered for, "MIKAN! COME FIX MY HAIR!"
Her pink headed sister ran in, with her dress half put on as it hung around her waist, her own hair a mess, as she tugged on her on long blue black hair.
"We doing that bun thing?" She asked her mouth full of bobby pins as her fingers ran nimbly through the long strands, pulling and twisting as she jabbed bobby pins deep into her skull as Kagame yelped from the pain.
"You trying to kill me?" She asked as she groaned from having her hair yanked at the roots.
"I have a host club ball to attend, in less then half hour. I'm not dress, my hair is a mess, and I need to put on make up. If you die in the process it's your own damn fault." Mikan answered crossly as she jabbed another pin into the skull. Kagame was starting to consider just letting Ayumi curl it next time to avoid all the pain and a headache.
"There." Mikan answered as she finished with a over whelming cloud of hairspray, running out to do her own hair and make up. Kagame coughed, waving away the noxious fumes, as her eyes began to water. She truly believed that Mikan did not 5know the difference between recital ready and going out into public.
Then again, beauty was pain. And if she did say so herself, she was hot. She smiled, opening her door and walking down the staircase to where Sho and Jun sat playing with Cho, trying to get him to eat a banana as they sat in the middle of the floor.
"Remember boys, an iguana unlike a Papillion like banana's." She told them walking into the kitchen grabbing herself a small snack. Sometimes she wished she was a guy, all the boy had to do was throw on a suit and wait for the rest of the females in the house to get ready.
"WHERE'S MY ROUGE?" someone was screaming there voice echoing around, as the reply quickly came ,"I'm USING IT!"
She rolled her eyes, leaning against the counter, as Mikan was next one to tromp down the stairs, walking to the kitchen.
"Ah. You taking the truck?' She asked as Kagame nodded stuffing another cracker in her mouth, "Then lets go."
"Good idea." Kagame agreed, the rest of the family, whenever they were ready would just pull over to the mansion in the limo. Of course, no one but herself knew where and who was at the said mansion. Therefore it was best to stay away until the initial fireworks had died down to a low simmer and the evening could get under way.
"So whatcha doing tonight?" Kagame asked as she climbed into the truck, turning on the heater, waiting for the engine to warm up before she had it climb out of the drive way. Lucky there had only been a few inches of snow, enough to play, but not enough to block or make the roads a bitch to drive on. The truck bounced as Mikan found herself thrown into the air a few times before it settled on the main road.
"Dancing. Eating. Serving. Amusing. Plotting. Taking over the world." Mikan answered with a shrug, 'the usual. I guess I'll just hitch a ride with the rest of the guys for the after party."
"Kyoya knows where it is." She answered quickly turning on the radio as Mikan stared at her. Kagame had been awfully mysterious about the whole party, talking on the phone for hours on end in her room, she had heard the name Kyoya mentioned a few times when she pressed her ear outside the door.
"Kyoya knows. Why am I not surprised." She muttered staring out the window , "You defiantly dolled yourself up tonight. Any guy I need to an eye out for, so in case I find you slobbering over each other."
Kagame rolled her eyes , "No. I just wanted to get dressed up for mom. She's not home to often, and it is a special occasion."
"Uh huh." Mikan nodded not convinced. What are you hiding? she wondered as she glanced at her ever-silent sister who seemed more focus on what was playing on the radio then making conversation.
She stretched in her seat, wondering what everybody else was doing.
Kyoya had decided.
He was going to murder Kagame as soon as she ever bothered to call him again. Sure everything was just about ready, the food was piping hot, the orchestra had been warmed up and was waiting for the signal to begin, and everybody knew the plan. He had even gotten Mikan to slip the letter of to the boy in question, with the excuse was a good friend of hers who had asked her to give it.
Yet he hardly been able to sleep, between his family preparing for the several parties they would be attending, and planning this, and Tamaki calling him to babble away about nothing.
He was ready for a good cup of black coffee, cursing the fact that he had none.
"Hey Kyoya
He jumped glancing around, at Mikan who looked presentable in her blue puffy dress and jacket, wearing sensible flats.
"Your early. Good." He answered as she laughed handing him off a black thermos.
"Coffee. I don't know why, but Kagame said that you would need it." She answered
"Mikan you are amazing. Good puppy." He congratulated patting her on the head, "Off you go. Did you already drop the dress off?"
"Yep." She answered walking back out into the long stretch of dark hall that would lead to the ball.
He followed after a minute, relishing in the fact that he had some very strong coffee. He was going to need to it to be alert tonight and not drool on the guests as he nodded asleep.
"Kyoya come on." Tamaki yelled as he ran up to him, "We got to go."
He smiled, gulping coffee again, cracking his neck as he followed him handing the thermos off to the king as he popped two mints. No good having coffee on the breath.
Tamaki glanced at the thermos shrugging, as he called for, "Puppy."
Mikan had leaning over with the twins as they worked the gambling table, setting up the chips staring at the shiny colors.
"Yeah Tamaki?' She asked as he handed the thermos. She rolled her eyes turning to walk back to the table as he called once more, "Puppy!'
"Yeah?" She asked again walking back over, as he explained slowly, "You're supposed to be serving, acting cute, not hanging with the riff raff."
"Yeah. Like as in talk to people?" She asked her eyes turning back to the twins as a crowd of girls began to slowly form.
"No." He shook his head, "As in serving drinks!" as he produced a tray, shoving it into her arms as she sighed.
"So much for a easy evening." as she smiled walking out into the gathering crowd of girls.
"Oh drinks!" Someone cried grabbing them off the tray as Mikan realized they had disappeared in five minutes, as she ran to the table to get more as more girls flowed into the ball talking with each other or the members. Mikan glanced around for her three non guy friends, but everybody looked the same in the swirl of frills and fur and sparkles. She was sure they could pin point her by her pink hair, and then by her dress. They seemed to know every brand of clothes anyone was wearing at the school.
"Hey Mikan." a familiar voice greeted.
She glanced at Haruhi in a suit, "Damn. Look at you. You clean up well. My feet already hurt and it's only been an hour."
"I'm sorry." She apologized, "This is so weird."
"What talking to me? Or to people?" She asked as the girls swirled around them like schools of fish.
"Well neither. It's more, that I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do." She admitted slowly.
"Well you can help me." She answered handing off a tray, filled with some kind of eggnog or christmy drink, "Now go around and act cute."
"This is your job." She started holding the tray .
"Yeah, it's yours too now." She answered disappearing into the crowd as a thousand hands reached to grabbed the limited amount of glasses.
Haruhi sighed adjusting her tie, she didn't mind the suit. It fit quite well actually, she didn't like the fact it was added on to her debt. Unfortuanly all her dad's old suits were to big and not nearly fancy enough to stand up to this occasion.
"Drink?" She smiled as the girls flushed quietly thanking her as they moved back into the crowd, "Drink?"
Soon enough the tray was empty say for one drink which she finally finished off herself leaning against the marble column setting the tray and empty glass down together.
Mikan wasn't kidding when she said it was hard work. Her feet were going to kill her by the end of the night.
"My feet." Mikan wailed sitting upon the gambling tableside, rubbing her feet, "Is it time yet?"
"Not yet." The twins answered as they each took a drink from her tray patting her head, 'Hang in there puppy."
"Easy for you to say. You've been doing what you do best all night."
"Gambling?" They asked
"No. Being near each other." She answered as they gave her a quick shove to get her off the table. She only jumped right back on, "So has anybody won a dance with you two yet?"
"Not yet." They admitted, "A few are pretty close."
No one seemed to be at the gambling table at the moment, so she was safe to relax without the fear of Kyoya bearing down upon her. She slipped off her shoe, rubbing her aching arches, "I hate walking. You got a pair of feet I can borrow."
"Well we let you have ours, but we're rather attached to them." They answered leaning on the table clinking the many stacks of chips.
"Damn. We raked in the cash. Is this even legal?"
"Of course." They shrugged glancing at the watch,"15 more minutes. Off you go puppy."
"Nah. I've been doing this for three hours now. I deserve a 15 minute break, we got my party afterwards anyways." She answered cracking her neck, "Besides if I leave whose to stop you from making babies?"
"Not funny." They growled as she only laughed again, "Oh come .You know I'm kidding. You to look pretty damn bored."
"We are."
"Well there you go." She answered, "I'll stay and entertain you."
"Nah. You bore us."
"Aww. Your sick of the puppy already?" She asked, "Whatcha doing for Christmas break?"
"Going to Paris with out mother." They answered ,"Her good friend lives there."
"Aww. So you'll be gone the whole time." She asked crossing her arms, "That leaves Tamaki-"
"No. Tamaki is off to the mountains in Switzerland for skiing with Kyoya whose going to be visiting family, some great aunt." They answered
"That leaves Haruhi and Mori. Oh the fun I'll have." Mikan huffed re crossing her arms.
"What's wrong with Mori and Haruhi? We love Haruhi." They answered
"Your guys." She reminded them, "And nothing, except Mori is always silent, and Haruhi, isn't much for anything but studying."
"This is true." The twins agreed, "Poor puppy. Your going to have a very boring break."
"The hell I will." She answered, "I plan to pack this break full of stuff, even if it means doing it with my sisters, or my brothers."
"Yes. Your poor poor soul." They teased glancing at the watch again, "Come puppy. The first stage has been enacted."
"What?" She asked raising an eyebrow, "What's the first stage?"
"Kidnapping." They laughed walking either side of their puppy, as they crossed into the hall walking in silence in the pitch black.
"How can you see?" she hissed, "Much less know where we're going."
"We could walk this in the dark." They answered.
She blinked at the stupidity of that statement, "We are walking in the dark. Are we there yet?"
"We just arrived." They answered pushing open the door, as Mikan huffed, "Well what do you know."
"See." They smiled, as they swung open the door letting Mikan go in front, "Hey Kyoya"
The shadow king was standing in the middle of light music room three his hands in his pockets, glancing at his watch.
He smiled, pushing up his glasses, "Haruhi should be arriving in 3, 2, 1."
"We brought Haru-chan." Honey cried as Mori walked in with Haruhi swung over his shoulder letting her drop to the ground.
"Sorry Haru-chan." Honey apologized as Haruhi glanced around confused.
"You have to get dressed." The twins ordered handing off the pink dress as Mikan stood guard before the curtain as Haruhi came out once more playing with the fabric to make it straighter.
"Kagame will be happy to know that her dress went to good use. You might as well keep it, in case we ever have to do a crazy love scheme again." Mikan commented as she grabbed her wrist sitting her down and applying make-up, "Your lucky my sister taught me the difference between stage and regular make up, otherwise you be walking out of here looking like a whore."
"That's comforting." Haruhi started as the twins bumped the puppy out of the way.
"We want to try!" They insisted applying eye shadow, and rouge as Haruhi sat paintely.
"Oh sure. Let boy's do make up." Mikan huffed watching from behind, "Hey Kyoya did we get shoes to go with that dress?"
"Here Mika-chan!" Honey smiled handing off an opened shoebox, "We picked them up. Do you like them?"
Mikan glanced at the low-rise heels that were the same color of the hideous pink dress as she forced a smile and nod, "Honey there very pretty I'm sure Haruhi will like them."
"Alright enough." Haruhi yelled as she forced away the twins who laughed singing, "Haruhi's so pretty. Haruhi's so pretty."
"Throw on these." Mikan ordered handing off the heels as Haruhi clinged to her to slip on the low heels feeling her knees wobble.
How was she supposed to walk in these?
"Okay do us a favor and don't kill yourself." Mikan commented again as Haruhi wobbled on by swinging her arms, together as the other member's watched in curiosity and amusement before she sat down again at the mirror table, trying on the long hair wig.
It itched, it was hot on her neck, but she looked like a girl.
"Aww. You have long hair." Mikan teased, "If we had more time I could have done something with it."
"Hey what's everyone doing in here? You're supposed to be out entertain costumers." Tamaki voice drifted until it cut off, "HARUHI! YOUR SO CUTE!"
"Ahh." She yelled hiding behind Mikan in case of a sudden, Tamaki hug of death attack.
"It's okay dear." Mikan told her as she pushed Haruhi in front of her, "Now go do your thing girlfriend."
"Ow. Damn heels." She cursed under her breath as Mikan let out a fake sob, "Oh my baby has grown up so fast."
She waited until Haruhi was out of the room as the other members were busy with other things, like shoving everything into her arms. She found it really funny that they had a mirror and table, as she dropped the chest of make up onto it. There was no way she was going to be able to carry that.
"Come Mika-chan." Honey cried grabbing her hand as Mori followed them out, "We don't want to be late."
"Late for what?' She asked, but she didn't get an answer as Kyoya had run ahead of them with the twins right behind into the growing crowd of girls who seemed to hustle for a good place by the huge bay window that had been thrown open to lead to the balcony.
Honey was sprinting now, dragging her along as her feet pounded against the floor, cursing each time a jolt of pain went through her leg.
"What is so important?" She asked again, though she didn't get an answer Honey easily slid through the crowd Mori behind her, pushing gently forward.
She let her arms hangs by her sides as she panted for breath glancing out into the garden where someone else was running below through the cold grass.
"3, 2, 1." Somebody counted off beside her as the great pine tree in the center suddenly lit up reveling the couple the host club has been trying to set up the entire time.
"Let us give congratulations to this awkward couple." Tamaki announced, as Mikan realized they were all there watching, waiting at the couple who stood in the garden. She had to give Kyoya kudo's for a job well done, though he was unreadable as always as she glanced at his stony face.
"And now a kiss from-"Tamaki started
"HARUHI!" The twins announced as Haruhi gawked and shook her head no.
"I'll cut your debt in half." Kyoya told her as she finally slumped over defeated and Mikan watched with rapt interest.
"Girl on girl. How interesting." She laughed to herself as Tamaki went off on the twins.
"WHAT!" He yelled as the twins shrugged, "Kyoya said it would be more interesting if added a twist at the end. You know milord this is probably Haruhi's first kiss."
That shut him up as he leaned over the balcony to watch his precious daughter commit the first act of passion.
Mikan seemed to giggle uncontroablly as Haruhi slid on a banana peel planting one of the lips instead of the cheek. She didn't know where the peel had come from, but it had made things more interesting.
"I kissed a girl and I like it. Taste of her cherry chapstick. Hope my boyfriend, don't mind it." She sang quietly to herself, as Haruhi seemed to beam, before Kyoya announced the winners of the waltz. The girls seemed to be crooning instead over Haruhi, and her or rather his first kiss, and how romantic it all was. Mikan was ready to puke. Her first kiss had been nothing like that. Her first boyfriend had a kiss like a laborder, and she came back every time with slober. She wondered how many of these girls had actually gone on a date yet.
"Wasn't it romantic?" someone asked beside her.
Mikan glanced, "Hey Yui. Yeah it was. Were have you guys been all night? I tried to find you."
"Gambling. Dancing. Talking." She answered as she fingered her white dress, "Momo and Rai are somewhere over there." waving her hand in a random direction, "Are you ready for your party?"
"Hell yes." Mikan answered. At least at her own party she wouldn't be serving drinks or running herself silly in love making schemes though this one had been partly fun.
She watched from above as each of the members took a turn to waltz with the winners who seemed to gush more then a girl on her first date.
She found herself stepping along to the beat absently, first simple warm up steps, and then simple waltz steps, wishing that she were a guy. At least then she could dance.
She glanced at her watch they would leave here in a half hour, since the party had just ended. She hoped Kagame and the others were having a good time, they were probably bored out of their skulls waiting for them to show up.
Enjoy
I hope this chapter wasn't to confusing and flowed alright, i haven't looked a it in forever, but I think it's been edited well. I won't update till later, so until next time, remeber to feed your puppies and hit your devil twins! read, review and fav!