"Get as far as you can, and no matter what happens, don't look back." he was covered in wounds. A streak of blood ran down his face, pure crimson and standing out from his white hair. His eyes, sea green, were droopy as he seemed to slowly lose his consciousness.
"Be safe, Ignis." Another man wrapped his arms around me in a gentle embrace. He, too, had white hair, but his eyes were a dark blue, like sapphires. His hand was over his stomach, where a knife had impaled him deeply.
I ran as fast as I could, leaving them behind.
Then from the side, a sniper I hadn't noticed shot me once in the stomach. A man behind me shot me the second time. The third shot was from a man that appeared at the next corner.
Losing my balance, my footing lost hold and I fell from the cliff.
I woke up with a start, breathing heavily, sweating profusely. My ears rang and my head ached in a migraine-I held my head in my hands as I shut my eyes tightly, wishing that the pain would pass quickly.
I don't know those people, I reminded myself. It's just a stupid dream.
I quickly got out of the bed, reaching for a water bottle at my bedside table, gulping down the contents quickly, I tried my best to calm down. I realized my hair was drenched with sweat when I swiped my bangs to the back of my head. When I looked into the mirror, bags clouded the portion under my eyes.
My eyes-A deep, dark crimson. The colour of blood. I scowled as I opened a case by the sink, putting on my colour contacts. Red eyes were too unnatural, so I chose for my eyes to be green instead. Why green? It reminded me of the man in my dream. The one with green eyes.
"My name is Akira." I told myself sternly, almost as if I was scolding myself. "A child of the Tsukimiya Household." I punched the mirror, breaking it. "I'm not Ignis."
Lucid a dream as it was, I can't allow myself to be shaken by such a thing.
"I'm not Ignis."
It's just a dream.
"Aki-chan, Aki-chan!" The blond brat was here the moment I stepped through the door of the classroom. I didn't bother to hide the frown that climbed its way to my face.
"Don't call me that," I grumbled at him. "And why are you following me?
His smile remained as he held his bunny close, following after me as I sat down on my seat. he leaned on the table, looking straight into my eyes as he spoke to me. "Tama-chan told me to teach you the ropes!"
"The ropes?" I inquired. "To what?"
"Being a host!" the brat explained. "Kyo-chan says Aki-chan's gonna watch us work first!"
Huhh...Oh, right...I joined that stupid club or something.
"Don't bother," I mumbled. "I changed my mind. I'm not joining."
"EHHHHH?!" the brat overreacted, catching the attention of everyone in class. "But Aki-chan, you got the looks and everything! You gotta joinn!"
I heard whispers.
What, he's gonna join the host club?
She sounded a mix of excited and scared.
He looks so scary.
A guy busting in, not minding his own business.
I wonder what he'll be? A bad-boy type? He so looks like one!
Oh god, I just love that type! Remember the kid that was the Naughty type?
Why are they suddenly deciding that I've joined...Or even, what's a type? Trying my best to ignore them, I turned back to the blond brat. I simply stared at him as he began to go teary-eyed. I swear to god, if I ever find those tear drops...
I hand resting on my chin, I was unsure of what to say to him.
My eyes drifted to the titan. He was looking at me-at us, or at the brat-sternly, on high alert. His gaze sharpened and was focused, a sign that he was wary of my presence around the boy. He was worried-perhaps he feared what I could do to the innocent little boy.
I fell asleep in class, and failed to wake up even as the lunch bell rang. Perhaps the nightmare had taken much more of a toll on me than I thought, because I was utterly exhausted and completely drained.
I faintly registered myself being lifted. It was a tall man. I remembered someone like this. Someone that, when I fell asleep on my desk, would carry me to my bed. I would always feign sleep, because I loved being in those warm arms, spoiled like a baby.
Someone like my older brother.
I snapped out of it, bringing my elbow to whoever's chest it was, pushing myself off. The man, who had some sort of abnormal reflexes, blocked my elbow in a split-second reaction, but let me jump out of his arms.
The titan. It was the titan. His face was emotionless as usual, but I could tell he was surprised at my sudden action. I took in a deep breath.
"Mornin', Aki-chan!" the blond brat called nonchalantly in a carefree manner, as if I hadn't just dealt a fierce blow to his companion.
"So what's with the invasion of personal space?" I spat, glaring at the Titan.
"You were sleeping, and we didn't wanna interrupt your sleep." the brat explained. "Takashi's really strong, y'know!"
"Well, you should've woken me up." I mumble. I look around. Great. I'm already in Music Room #3. I curse slightly. I let my guard down.
"Glad you could make it, Akira-kun!" the taller blond declared out of the blue. I jumped, not expecting the flamboyant blond to appear out of nowhere. "Welcome to the Ouran High School Host Club."
"Uh...yeah." I responded, for the sake of a response.
"I believe this to be a little late, but shall we begin with getting to know each other?" he said, his hands moving around dramatically, "I am Suou Tamaki. I am the Host Club's President, more so well-known as the Prince."
I scoff. Lifting my chin, I looked at him with the most unimpressed scowl I could muster. It seemed to strike something in the wannabe-prince, as he quite literally froze, expression and all. He stood still even as I got tired of scowling at him and walked away.
"Amazing, he looked at the Lord like he was a piece of trash." twin no#1 said, visibly amused.
I sighed.
When can I go home?
The wannabe-prince.
"Tamaki-sama, is it true the host club has a new host?"
Tamaki smiled at the girl, staring deeply into her eyes as he whispered huskily into her ear-"Why? Am I not enough for you?"
The girl blushed a bright shade of red, her senses exploding in euphoria as the girls around her screamed, fangirling at the sight.
Known as the Princely type, he seems to focus on bold acts, acting very much like a royal highness. Contrary to his role as a prince, a host is one who services women.
It was a typical type and something one would expect from a host club. As to be expected of the Host Club's #1, (so he wasn't just lying after all), he had visibly a lot more customers lined up for him. He spoke his lines with practiced perfection, knowing exactly what to say at any moment.
I supposed it wouldn't be a surprise if he was a genius.
The pretty guy.
"Haruhi-kun, do you have any plans for winter vacation?"
Haruhi chuckled awkwardly, a little bashful, "I plan on staying home." he replied, "After all, I can finally spend more time with my Dad."
That made the girls swoon. "Haruhi-kun is a Daddy's boy? That's so cutee!"
Typical good child of the family. Obedient and caring. As his type defines him, he's a Natural at this. He doesn't even need to try wooing the girls to woo the girls. He's a pure, true, innocent-hearted boy.
Apparently, he wasn't rich? (I think the Glasses said something like that...) That means he'd be ultra smart to get into a school like this. All the smart people in the world piss me off.
Blond Brat and Titan Guy.
"Honey-kun, I brought a special chocolate souffle from my family's patisserie, would you like one?"
Despite his character being a childish, loli-shota, the customer he served today was a mature, ladylike girl. Hearing the mention of cake, he brightened up and seemed to sparkle.
The titan stood up and carefully served the expensive souffle on a plate. Saying a sweet word of thanks, he began gobbling it up, spilling words of 'it's so yummy' or 'I love chocolate'.
"Mitsukuni," At the call, the Blond brat stopped eating, looking up curiously at the taller male. "Your face got dirty." The male produced a napkin form his pocket, delicately wiping off chocolate sauce and crumbs from the edge of the smaller's lips.
The girls squealed and flushed bright red at the scene.
So the Titan was playing the protective guardian role in their relationship. Well, I can kind of see why the girls would like it, but...
How old is that Blond brat, seriously?
The Clones.
"Y'see, Kaoru overslept today, and he accidentally took my bag instead of his," Hikaru laughed, "He only realized during first period!"
Kaoru looked away, blushing slightly as he puffed up his cheeks and pouted. "Well, Hikaru didn't notice either." he retorted.
Hikaru leaned in closer, poking at his twin's puffed-up cheeks, "What's this," he chuckled, "You're being so cute today."
At that, Kaoru flushed and turned around quickly, only to stop when he noticed how close Hikaru's face was to his. Hikaru cupped Kaoru's chin and stared at him seductively.
Meanwhile, the girls had exploded into nosebleeds a while ago and were staring intently at the two as if the twins were a drama.
How on earth can they bear to do that? That's just the most embarrassing thing I've ever-
"How is it?" Glasses interrupted my thoughts.
"Excruciating," I replied simply. Then, I asked, "I don't see how I'd be useful to this club."
The male was writing in his notebook. (How does he have so much to write, anyway?) Does he not host?
"Well, I guess that's what we have to find out." he said.
"Gods, I don't want to be here."
"Aki-chan, Aki-chan!" the blonde brat ran up to me, the plate of chocolate souffle in hand, "Do you want some?"
I turned to him and shook my head. "I don't like chocolate."
At that, he froze. "You don't. Like. Chocolate?" he stammered, shocked and stunned in mortification.
"Also, that cake was given to you by her, right? Eat it yourself." I told him. "It's common courtesy."
"Ehh-?" she realized I was talking about her and was flustered, "No, it's absolutely okay, I don't mind!"
"Anyway, I don't want it." I turned away and back to the table, fiddling with Glasses' computer trying to get through the password on the lock screen.