TLFA-Ok, after reading your reviews I have decided to upload this. I do apologize to everyone for holding it hostage, though part of that may have been the result of the painkillers my doctor has me on right now. However, now that I see people still want this story, I have freed it! Thank you all for helping finish it! Also, there may be some OOC moments in this chapter, but I have tried to keep it to a minimum. Enjoy!
Disclaimer:The Last Fallen Angel owns Ouran only in some twisted alternate universe, but not this one.
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 vicinity swoon.) He would solve the puzzles surrounding Miss Fujioka, and he would enjoy every second of it. He walked over toward Haruhi's table as the cross-dresser in question was in the middle of a story about her childhood.
"And mom would just smile, clean up the mess, then she'd help me finish making the cookies, and we'd have them all ready by the time dad got home. I still have the recipe for her Chocolate,raisin, oatmeal cookies." she said with a genuine smile that made on of her customers squeal.
"Oh Haruhi, can we try some of your cookies? I bet they're delicious!"
"Please Haruhi?"
"Yeah, Please?"
Haruhi smiled at the three girls. "Sure, I'll bring some in this week. If you want I can make some here and you can have some fresh from the oven." This caused a collective scream of joy to shatter the air as the 'Cool' host approached Haruhi's table.
"My sincerest apologies, ladies." He said with a dramatic bow "But I'm afraid I must steal your host from you to aid me for the remainder of the afternoon. But fear not, for you shall get him back first thing tomorrow afternoon." He assured the girls after promising them each a discounted private sitting with the host of their choice. He then led Haruhi to the changing area.
"What's so urgent that it couldn't wait, Sempai?" She asked curiously, removing the hat from her Tristan costume and smoothing her hair. Kyouya turned to her with a smirk.
"I merely was concerned for your health." he stated, once again pushing the mask back up the bridge of his nose. "You looked quite flustered earlier, I wondered if maybe you were getting sick? Because as you know, you still have a substantial debt to pay off and an illness may hinder your ability to do so."
Haruhi had to keep from rolling her eyes at him. Of course he wanted to bring up her debt again. What was with him? Didn't he think of anything except money? "I'm fine, sempai, I'm not sick...and I wasn't flustered!" she lied. He smirked and let out a chuckle.
"Haruhi" he said, taking a step towards her "you should know by now that I'm not thick-headed like Tamaki or the twins. I know when you're lying to me. You were most certainly flustered" he was now a few inches from her. "And what's interesting to me, is that you weren't flustered until you saw me" He walked around her to stare out the window. "Now tell me, what kind of dream did you have while waiting for us to arrive?" he asked her "It must have been an interesting one, no?"
Haruhi was the color of a tomato now. 'No way,' she thought 'he can't possibly know. He's just fishing! And I'm NOT going to take the bait!' She crossed her arms over her nearly non-existent chest "I don't think I had a dream" she lied "I don't remember having one. Is that all? Because it's almost time to go and I need to get home quickly." The weather report had said there would be a chance of thunderstorms that afternoon, and sure enough, both hosts could see dark clouds creeping up on the horizon.
Kyoya smirked again. "You really are a terrible liar, Haruhi." he said. "So tell me, what kind of dream did you have about me to cause such a reaction? I'm quite curious." He leaned in towards her. Haruhi opened her mouth to argue, but was silenced when a clash of thunder sounded, making her go rigid.
Kyoya sighed in a matter of factly manner and went to the entrance of the changing room. He poked his head out to find Mori and Hunny ushering the last guests out. He cleared his throat to draw the attention of the other hosts. "Gentlemen, there is a storm close by, I will drive Haruhi home. Hikaru, Kaoru, I will have the outfits dry cleaned and returned to your mother as soon as possible.
Tamaki went to approach Kyoya "Nonsense, mother, it's a father's duty to ensure that his daughter is safe! I will drive her! No need to go out of your way!"
The twins chose that exact moment, however, to trip Tamaki. "Tamaki just wants to get Haruhi alone." Kaoru said, to which his doppleganger added "What a pervert!"
"Demon twins!" Tamaki screamed "HOW DARE YOU IMPLY THAT MY INTENTIONS TOWARDS MY BELOVED DAUGHTER ARE ANYTHING BUT PURE!" he shouted as he chased them around the club room. Glancing back, the twins swore he was breathing fire.
Hunny finally spoke up with reason(That's almost a scary thought o.O) "Tama-chan, don't you live on the opposite end of the city from Haru-chan? Kyoya passes by her apartment to get home anyways. Wouldn't it make more sense for him to take her?" the senior asked as munched on a leftover cupcake, Usa-chan tucked in the crook of his arm.
"B-b-but.." began the blubbering king, who was quickly cut off by Kyoya.
"Then it's settled, I will escort her home. I had been meaning to talk to Ranka-san anyways and it would be more efficient to kill two birds with a single stone." He said packing his laptop and notebook up as Haruhi emerged from the dressing room, now back in her uniform.
Tamaki retreated to his corner to cultivate fungi as Haruhi walked up to the still costumed Kyoya."Really sempai, I don't need a ride. I'll be fine" but Kyoya had already grabbed her bag and handed it to her. "Nonsense" he said "I'm heading there anyway, it's no inconvenience." Haruhi sighed and followed Kyoya out the door, wishing he would have at least changed out of his costume.
'Come to think of it, why did he stay in it? Normally he's the first one changed out of cosplay' she thought as he opened the door to a sleek black limo for her. She didn't notice the smirk on his face as she got in. As it happened, he had a very good reason for not wanting to change, and if his theory was right, it would be very beneficial to him if he kept it on.
As the car drove away he adjusted his prop dagger on his waist and glanced at her. 'Time to test my hypothesis' he smirked.
Author note: There you have it folks! Shorter than the first one, I know. BUT! I am hearby announcing this is officially a MULTI-Chapter story now! I plan to make it 5-10 chapters, but that may or may not change depending on my twisted little mind! Review please! But no demand this time! Chaper 3 will be out as soon as it is finished!
PS: At this point I am still accepting anonymous reviews, but that may change. I would also like to thank my roommate for being my unofficial Beta for chapter one! Love ya Jay!