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Kyoya

I rubbed my head in annoyance to the heavily accented girl. The little English twit had not only woken me up, but pushed me off the bed. I was definitely going to get back at her. And I knew just how.

"So, I was thinking that maybe we could go for a very beachside look. I like the idea of big windows and lots of light, and you just know how much I adore light colors…" Fuyumi was saying, pulling me towards the stairs. She had just gotten married and was, of course, taking on the project of the house in a very Tamaki-like way. Head on, without even a moment's thought. It

still surprised me that she was an Ootori.

We reached the dining hall, sat down next to each other so that I can see the, as she dubbed it, "Amazing layout she's been just dreaming for,"

"So what do you think of my idea?" My energetic sister finally asked. She knew that I wasn't going to sugar coat it, so she must have been second-guessing her beachfront abode.

"The fact that you asked me, knowing I would give you the honest truth was enough to tell that you don't really want the beach style house, so that option is crossed off. Second, you wouldn't go for traditional Japanese, you would want something exotic that stood out. So, finally, my conclusion is an English-style country home."

She stared into space for a moment, as if contemplating my decision, before bursting into a fit of laughter and giggles. "Of course!" She laughed, the happiness in her voice evident. "That sounds wonderful! Why didn't I think of that before?" She smiled, the laughter gone but the smile firm.

"Oh, I have to plan! I'll meet with someone after breakfast, and discuss the plans for the house, maybe take a trip to England, just to really get a feel for the design. And I'll have to pack! Maybe I could contact Misa; I heard that she was currently staying there. I'm sure she could recommend me a hotel…" I stopped her planning mid sentence, holding my hand up as if to say wait.

"Or I could recommend you to someone who has lived in England her whole life, happens to be in Bunkyo right now, and is great with people?" I had her full attention now, nodding her head at my much easier approach to things. This happened every time she started a project, in a way that, again, mirrored my blonde haired friend eerily. She would have been much better as a Suoh as opposed to an Ootori. Emily chose that moment to walk into the room, and by the look on her face, I could tell that she was very aware of the situation at hand and not happy about it.

"Fuyumi, meet Hatfield Emily. Emily, meet my sister, Fuyumi."

"We already met." Were the only words that came out of the english girl's mouth as she glared holes through me. The expression on her face reminded me that I would pay for this dearly. Sadly, Emily wasn't the twins and she knew how to get proper revenge. In much simpler words, she's going to make my life her personal hell.

"Oh, Emily! Kyoya was just telling me about how you're from England, and I have been dreaming for an english house for forever, I was wondering if you would be willing to help me design my house. Please? I could pay you." We both tuned my sister's speech out, but I saw Emily's eyebrows raise at the thought of money, considering she just lost her job. A mischievous glint appeared in her eye, and that's when I knew my sister was about to be played like a piano.

"Well, I don't know, I'm just so busy. But I might be able to help." The brunette played up her voice with an exhausted tone, and Fuyumi was putty in her hands. "Oh please!" Fuyumi begged. "I just have to get my dream house! Will you please help?"

"Well, I guess I can do it. If it means so much to you." The smart 16 year old smirked and sat down next to Fuyumi, who was already trying to contact architects in England. "And if I do get paid for this, how much do you say? 1,000 yen an hour?"

"Oh, no. Much more than that. Say, 10,000 yen an hour?" If the girl had any type of liquid in her mouth she would have sprayed it on Fuyumi's lap. Even though Emily's face looked like she won the lottery, she tried to play it cool, "Alright, I can do that."

They talked for about three hours about the layout of the house, me adding in additional information when necessary. Then my phone rang. "Kyoya!? Where are you? Are you in trouble? I'll come save you!"

"Worrying is not necessary, Tamaki. I'm fine. I'm with Emily and Fuyumi talking about Fuyumi's new house designs." I sighed at the idiot. "Though, if you want, I could use some saving right about now. I'm not much help to the duo, and I'm getting to the point where I would rather do the clubs finances." I heard a yelp and then a different voice. "Is your refrigerator running? You better go catch it!" There's the twins. I facepalm and tell them to give the phone back to Tamaki, as I hear the ignorant blonde yell something muffled that somewhat resembled "Help, they won't let me breath." I shake my head as I hang up, walking back to where the girls are sitting.

Emily

"Was that Tamaki? The look on your face says it was." Fuyumi turns to Kyoya as he walks in. Kyoya reaches his hands up to his temples and starts to rub them. "It was, and the devil twins. I think I may have to go stop them from committing homicide." I look at him with a 'what the hell?' look and he replies, "Don't ask." I've been in the host club for a week or so, and I still don't understand their crazy personalities.

"You should probably go. I got it Kyoya." I tried to let the blackhaired boy off the hook. Before Tamaki called, I swear he was going to stab himself with his pencil just so he could have an excuse to leave, but he still patiently sat through all of Fuyumi's obvious questions and earsplitting squeals. I could tell that the ice-like Shadow King truly cared for his sister and I saw why. The girl has been plenty annoying, but still extremely sweet and kind.

As soon as Kyoya left to go "save" Tamaki, Fuyumi instantly spun towards me, her face uncharacteristically calm and serene. "You care for my brother, right?" She caught me off guard. Was it obvious? "N-no." I stammer, heat rising into my cheeks.

"Yes, that's why you're blushing, because you don't like my him." My face was on fire now, I ducked my head in embarrassment.

"So what if I do?" A small voice replied. Fuyumi smiled a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, I won't tell him. But I just wanted to make sure my assumptions were correct." I left out a long sigh. "But what are you going to do about it?" The sweet girl asked me.

"What is there to do about it?" Why is she doing this? Doesn't she know we'd never be able to be together? I hope we would be able to… Wait! What am I thinking?! This is Kyoya we're talking about!

"You mean you're just going to ignore your feelings?" What else would I do? Ruin our friendship? Make being in the club really awkward? "Fuyumi look; I'm not going to 'confess my undying love for him'. In the off chance that he does like me back, we couldn't even be together because of my social standing. I'm just being reasonable here." The black haired girl sighed in disappointment.

"Emily, just promise me that you'll eventually tell Kyoya?" Why does it matter to her? Is she like Kyoya in the way they both like to relish in others' misery?

"Sure. Whatever."

Kyoya

I drag my feet, not wanting to go help Tamaki but not wanting to listen to Fuyumi's house plans either.

My shoes hit the landing and I head towards the dining room, wanting to say goodbye to Fuyumi and Emily.

"Yes, that's why you're blushing, because you don't like my him." My sister's voice reaches my ears and I attempt to get as close to the door as possible without being seen. Does Emily like someone?

"So what if I do?" Emily's voice confirms and I feel a pang of something in my chest. What was it? Jealousy? No, I don't like her, she's just an annoying english brat. Even as I think that though, the feeling doesn't go away.

"So are you just going to ignore your feelings?" My sister asks and I can just imagine Emily nodding her head. Instead she replies,

"Fuyumi look; I'm not going to 'confess my undying love for him'. In the off chance that he does like me back, we couldn't even be together because of my social standing. I'm just being reasonable here."

So she's definitely talking about someone at Ouran. But who? Maybe Mori-senpai, she seems to hate him the least out of all the host club members. Or maybe one of the twins. The feeling from before builds up inside until I can't deny it. I'm jealous.

I run out of the house before I can hear more. I can't take it.

Hey Guys!

I hope you loved it. Please tell me if you find something wrong with my story, (Mary-sue, OOC, etc.). I really enjoy hearing from you all, even if your criticizing my work. It shows me that you care.

Did I do something? Recently, Flower Crown has like gotten a ton of new followers (well, for me anyways), seriously what did I do? I just posted an authors note saying I need help and like I got a wave of people. It was overwhelmingly amazing. Thank you so much.

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