Author Note- Hello peoples! I have an announcement! I have decided to write a chapter 2 for this story! If demand grows, there will be more than that! HOWEVER, right now, I have over 600 hits, but a mere 10 reviews! So, here is demand! Twenty, if the first chapter gets twenty reviews, I'll post the second. Let your friends know, spam it! Reviews are like my spray cheese! I need them to live!
Now then, since you've been so good as to read this, I will give you a small preview of what you will see in Chapter 2.
The shadow king pushed his mask up as he watched the club's only member lacking a 'Y' chromosome. She was laughing with three girls, who were still somehow oblivious to their favorite host's TRUE gender. I was surprising to Kyoya, honestly, how anyone had been fooled at all. He knew almost right away that she was a girl. Her posture, her walk, her voice, her mannerisms, they all screamed female to anyone with sense. But then again, he'd always been more observant than his fellow hosts.
There was one thing though that was even mysterious to him at present. Why had Haruhi gotten flustered at the very sight of him in his Don Juan costume? Though she'd denied it, the signs were there: the flushed cheeks, the shortness of breath, the high tone of her denial, and her quick getaway. Yes, that was a puzzle to him, and one thing that Kyoya Ootori loved more than numbers and dollar signs, was puzzles. And presently, there was no shortage of them to be found in the clubs 'Natural' host.
He pushed his mask up again and turned dramatically, swishing his cloak as he did so (making a few customers in the vacinity swoon.) He would solve the puzzles surrounding Miss Fujioka, and he would enjoy every second of it.
AN-Alright, there's your preview guys! If you want to see this chapter become reality, you must review!Also, I would like to thank everyone who has already reviewed and/or added me to there Favorites/Alerts lists! Remember:Flames shall be used for baking Hunny's cake!- The Last Fallen Angel