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Kyoya POV
I spend two full weeks trying to stay as far away from Emily as possible. I made her play maid during hosting hours so she wouldn't be working with me and stayed as far away as possible during school. Luckily, we only had math together so it wasn't too difficult. Although I succeeded at avoiding her, she's all I thought about. I had a new reason to be up until two a.m., instead of doing the club's taxes, I had her on my mind. Her smile, her knowing smirk, and that damn flower crown. I hate her, yet I think I love her. Damn these stupid hormones; tell me, why do they exist again?
I lay in my bed, the light of my alarm clock reading 2:07. Still thinking about her. I think I broke my record.
Tamaki knew something was up; I couldn't tell if it was from lack of sleep or just my general mood, but I was snappier than usual.
"Kyoya? Are you feeling well?" Tamaki inquires, concern filling his voice. How could that damn idiot know how I'm feeling? Is he some type of psychic? No, he would've realized that Haruhi was a girl faster. "I'm fine, thank you." I reply, trying my hardest not to falter. As I say that, the girl walks in, with her damn flower crown, and that damn smile.
Emily POV
I walk into math class, thoughts on the host club and what we're doing today. We were to be dressing up as pirates, for reasons I don't know. Why girls fall over them with their odd stockings and pointy hats is beyond me. Or, more accurately, behind me.
"I just can't wait for the host club today! I hear their cosplaying today! I wonder what it'll be."
Two girls brush past me, giving me disgusted looks. I had gotten used to that since joining the host club. They hadn't minded when Haruhi joined but now that I could be a threat, of course they couldn't stand me.
I don't mind them, but the whispers annoy me. I can't actually hear what they're saying, but just the sound of the occasional 'whoosh' of voices is driving me insane. It seems to be everywhere I go.
I walk straight past a group of giggling fools and head towards Tamaki and Kyoya. Kyoya seems very distant of the late, keeping himself away from everyone else, burying himself in the host club's finances. He thinks I haven't noticed, which is very stupid of him, because if there's one thing I am, it's observant.
As I sit right next to the blonde of the two, I turn and greet them with my trademark grin.
"Hey boys," I drawl out boys with my accent heavily present. "What's up?"
"Oh, not much. Have you noticed Kyoya's acting strange?" Tamaki replies, like he's trying to win an argument; which, with the shadow king, is impossible. Still, I give my honest answer.
"Yes. Kyoya, what's up with you?" I see him stiffen before relaxing into his natural pose once more.
"Nothing is wrong with me, I have just been busy with the host club's finances." Oops. Wrong move.
"Um, excuse me? I'm insulted. Isn't that what I'm in the host club for?" I lean across Tamaki's desk, who is slowly backing away from the impending argument. I see everyone in the classroom, including the teacher, lean towards us ever so slightly, waiting to hear his answer.
"You are here to help and nothing more; If we need a maid you're a maid, if we need a cook you're a cook, got it?" His sharp tone cut through me like an ice blade. I've heard it many times before, but never with me.
"Fine." My final tone rang through the deathly silent classroom as I eased back towards my own desk, not before mumbling, "Jackass."
We both sat through class making a point not to look at each other, but I felt every single move he made. I wonder if he felt the same way.
The bell rang, and as I got up from my seat, a thought struck me.
"Hey Tamaki." I sidles up to the french host club member's side. "You play piano, right?" He nods his head, his brow furrowing confusedly. "Yes." He said slowly. "Why?"
"Well, you see." I spread my arms to demonstrate. "I've always wanted to play an instrument. It would be a very useful skill. So I was wondering, would you teach me?"
"My daughter's coming to me for help?! Of course Daddy will help you!" Tamaki wraps me in a deathly hug, nearly crushing my shoulder blades together. "You're not my dad, Tamaki." I try to escape from his grip as he blabbers about how much his daughter loves him, and how proud he is of his 'precious baby girl'.
Kyoya POV
I snicker at the sight of Tamaki choking the life out of Emily, before quickly composing myself once more.
"Tamaki, we're the same age!" The english teen was shouting at my friend. I briskly walk past, motioning for Tamaki to follow, seeing as we had the next class together. Then came the host club.
Class went by in a flash, as if there was something I was excited about happening after school. I grab my things and walk out of the room, a blonde idiot trailing behind me. We walk our usual route to Music Room #3 and begin preparing for the girls to arrive. As we were getting things ready, Emily, Honey-senpai, Mori-senpai, and Haruhi walked in, talking about cake.
"I'm telling you Honey-senpai, you really need to eat less cake. It can't be good for you." Emily was saying as they enter the door.
"But- but, but I have to! I love cake!" The short third year whined. He was clutching Usa-chan as tears gathered in his eyes. It had no effect on Emily, though.
"Honey-senpai, if you love cake, it's okay to have it every once in a while. But if you eat more than a cake a day, it's unhealthy. And you're going to be miserable if you do." She got down to the older boy's level, looking into his warm brown eyes. "Honey-senpai, I think you need to stop."
The sweet toothed boy looked up at his companion, Mori-senpai, and watched him slowly nod his head at the younger girl's words. "Fine. I'll eat a little less cake."
Gasps sounded throughout the Music Room. He wasn't saying much, he was still definitely going to eat a cake a day, but it was a start. Farther than anyone else has gotten, anyways.
As soon as the hosts had settled, I marched over to Emily, not being able to take it anymore.
"How did you do that?" I snap at her. She had just completed a task I've wanted to do for years and haven't been able to. His cakes cost half of our earnings.
"Oh, so, now you're talking to me?" Was her only reply as she strode past me. "So, let me guess, I'm a maid again?" Emily called over her shoulder.
"No." The one word I enjoyed so much made her stop in her tracks and lift one eyebrow at me. "What am I doing then?"
I stiffen at her cold words. Do I truly sound like that? Nevertheless, I respond, "You are going to be assisting me with finances."
"Oh, so it goes from 'I'm not talking to you for whatever reason.' to 'Let's spend an hour talking together, just you, me, and your little black book'?" She places a hand on her hip and sends me a glare I have never been on the receiving end of.
The whole club had stopped preparing, and was now looking at us with great interest. I shoot them my best glare and turned them into metaphorical ice.
"You know what?" Emily was going on. "I'll help you with finances; you obviously aren't capable of doing them yourself, that's why you need my help." My head whips back to her and I take a step closer, closing the entire distance between us.
"I ran this host club for an entire year by myself. The only reason I hired you was because you needed a job. You're useless." I was going to get over it, going to move on and redeem my friendship with Emily, but when she said those words, I couldn't take it. I stepped away from the girl who looked ready to murder me and the only reason she wasn't was that she didn't know how to hide my body.
The english girl's body shook with rage. "You know what? If I'm so useless, then I'm leaving." The other hosts tried to stop her from walking out the large doors, but failed, nothing being able to stop her from leaving. I stood back, arms crossed, a scowl on my face.
Tamaki runs up to me. "What is wrong with you? Why did you say that to her!"
I turn to him, my arms still crossed, "She provoked and I attacked; it's simple instinct."
Emily POV
"You're useless." Those words hit me as if an icicle fell and stabbed my heart. I became furious. "You know what? If I'm so useless, then I'm leaving." I storm out of the room with the more caring hosts chasing after me. A tear rolled down my cheek. Why did I have to get attached? Why did I take this job anyways? Oh that's right, I needed the money. What was I going to do about that? Why did I let my emotions get the better of me?
A million questions raced through my mind but the one I really wanted answered I couldn't.
Why was he so mean to me?
I sounded like a child and I knew it. He was Kyoya, Shadow King, deceitful and known for his empathy. But for a while there, I thought he changed. He was nice, and while he wasn't exactly a Mother Teresa, I thought he cared. Clearly, I was wrong. By now a couple more tears had slipped out of my eyes and I knew there was no way I could keep these in until I got home.
I ran out the doors of the huge pink school for the extremely rich and beautiful. I remember what Tamaki had called the host club. 'Ouran's playground for the extremely rich and beautiful'. He had tried to run after me, but club had to go on. Kyoya had pulled him back, I bet. That little money sucker cares about nothing more than himself. As I thought that, I remembered I'd have to go meet his sister today at 6 to discuss furniture. She had got the bouiling team from England here and already working.
Back to the matter at hand, I had to go meet Fuyumi. As in, go to their house. As in, no way.
I couldn't exactly cancel, and there was no way that I should be able to invite her over to mine instead. What was I going to do?
I get out my phone to call her and remember who gave me said object, resisting the urge to chuck it into the closest pond. Why was he everywhere? I escaped to the gardens, one place I know Kyoya's face couldn't follow me.
Wrong. The garden was filled with roses of every kind, and I remember Tamaki's rose. Which, in turn, led me to think about Kyoya. It was like a science. Give me a topic, any single topic, and I'll bring you back to that dreaded guy.
What am I going to do?
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