Kyoya
The boys gathered around me in Music Room 3, waiting for the verdict. I calculated the cost in my notebook, and then brainstormed ways to make up for the cost. If we doubled the price, it might work. But it also might decrease our sales. I turn back to the boys, all staring at me. This was honestly the best part of being in the host club. It was so invigorating say that simple word
"No."
Honey wailed. Mori shot me a menacing glare. The devil twins faces shattered. Tamaki grew mushrooms a corner. The only other person that looked happy was Haruhi. I grinned, seeing the misery I had created. Crushing people was one of my favorite pastimes, even if they are my friends. They'll get over it .The boys had wanted a stuffed animal themed day. I watched as Honey cried to Haruhi about Usa-Chan and bit back a laugh at her failed attempt at comfort. The girl could be so dense.
"Was that really necessary?"
I jump at the sound of a voice next to me. When did she get here? I forced a smile back on and pretended that she just didn't scare me. "Whatever do you mean Ms. Hatf-"She stops me mid-sentence and frowns. "Emily. Call me Emily. I'm 16, not 36." Her harsh tone toward me was slightly intimidating but I couldn't let know that. And I didn't. "Yes, of course," I smooth over, "Whatever do you mean, Emily?" She smiled at the emphasized use of her name and replied, "Was it really necessary to make them that sad?" She continues on ignoring my protests. "What did you do to them anyways?" I grimace, thinking of how they wanted us all to dress as stuffed animals. "They wanted us to dress up for a themed day, and we couldn't afford it."
"Story of my life." She replies, plopping down on a chair next to me. "By the way, why didn't you just up the prices of your products or something?" I look at her, thinking how simple minded some people are. "Then that would reduce sales." I explained slowly as if she were a child. She sits up in her chair, a child ready to argue. "No it wouldn't, all these girls are loaded. They wouldn't hesitate to buy a magazine for 300,000 yen." I think of her logic. It's true our customers are quite rich. They might not even notice. Their parents probably don't even glance at the credit card bill. Emily smiles victoriously, knowing that she's right. Turning around she lets out an earsplitting whistle and instantly catches the boys attention. "Turns out you can dress up as stuffed animals, boys!" Giving them a charming smile, she exits the room. They turn to me, as if asking if she was telling the truth. I nodded and sighed in defeat. I really didn't want to be a stuffed animal. It is completely demeaning, and totally annoying.
"YAY!" they twins yelled in unison.
"Takashi! Did you hear him?" Flowers bloomed around the young boy's face. "I get to be Usa-chan!"
Tamaki ran up and hugged Haruhi, leaving her gasping for air. Mori, thankfully, intervened before she turned blue
I sit back, wondering how one girl could stump me so easily. I knew what she said, it wasn't her brains that agitated me. It was the fact that she could so easily steal a situation from my grasp and leave me helpless.
"Takashi! She's smarter than Kyo-Chan!" Honey giggled, much to my annoyance. "No she isn't." I reply as calmly as I can, considering the frustration raging through me. "I already knew, I just didn't want to do that particular theme day." Gritting my teeth, I pack up my things. "We're done for the day."
Fuyumi walks in with a greeting and starts attempting to fold my clothes. I was thoroughly annoyed and it was agitating. "Could you stop that!?" I all but yell at her, still agitated with Emily. Fuyumi turns sharply at my tone and then calms. "Kyoya, are you okay?" She starts slowly, seeing as I'm about to rant. "No!" I explode. "I try and try, but she just waltz's in there and suddenly figures everything out. She orders me around and tries to scare the hell out of me! She is so annoying!" Once I'm done with my rant, my trader of a sister smiles. "So," Fuyumi starts. "What's this girl look like?"
Why does this matter?