A Drizzle of Honey Chapter 6
Author's note: Hello everyone, wanted to thank everyone once again for all your reviews, follows, and views. I'm so grateful for the instantaneous feed back. Fair warning, the words "nipples" and "breasts" are in this chapter. Now don't get too excited, nothing is being done to said parts of the female anatomy. Just wanted to let you know that if for whatever reason you don't like those words they are present. So there.
"Daddy?!" Edie shrieked, eyes darting wildly around the Host room.
"You called, darling daughter?" Tamaki said.
"Not you. I want those devilish-twins," she growled.
Hikaru and Kaoru shared a panicked look, "Crap!"
They darted behind a burgundy love seat and hissed like wet cats at Edie.
"I can see you!"
"Stay back she-witch," Hikaru yelled and laughed simultaneously.
She rolled up her sleeves in preparation. Kaoru smacked his brother behind the head for taunting the beast.
"We're sorry Edie! Calm down," Kaoru soothed.
"Calm down?" Edie's voice climbed a hysterical octave, "I called Honey Daddy! This is your fault."
She chased them around the room; speeding past passive Kyoya and panicked Tamaki. Hikaru assessed his surroundings and snatched sugar cubes off a nearby table. He threw them at Edie, but his raucous laughter hurt his aim. Finally, one of the sweet missiles landed in the center of her forehead. She released a furious battle cry and picked up the pace. Kaoru's eyes pled Hikaru not to make matters worse.
Honey and Mori walked into the music room just in time to see Edie hurl a throw pillow at Hikaru's head.
"It was just a joke Edie. We're sorry!" Kaoru begged.
Tamaki was screaming for his children to stop fighting and pleading "Mommy" to intercede. "Mommy" merely sipped tea from his porcelain cup. The twins raced past Honey and Mori with Edie fast upon their heels. Mori gave Honey a look that asked, you know what this is about?
Honey nodded, reddening at the memory. Last night, on the drive home, Honey invited Edie to eat dinner at the main house instead of the guesthouse. His parents wanted Edie to have her privacy, so Mr. Tanaka delivered her meals separately. Honey, however, worried that Edie was getting lonely. She had wrapped her arms around Honey's neck in gratitude. She thanked him jubilantly and called him "Daddy".
Honey froze, though now he sort of understood why Tama-chan liked the nickname. Edie knew at once that she'd made a terrible mistake. "Japanese girls don't call respected guy friends 'Daddy', do they?" she'd asked.
Honey shook his head no and Edie slumped back into her seat and glowered, "They will pay."
Mori silently asked Honey if he wanted him to stop Edie. Honey nodded once more. On the next lap around the room, Mori snatched her off the ground. Her feet still pumped the air as she struggled against Mori's vice grip.
She looked ridiculous, a toddler throwing a deadly tantrum. Hikaru and Kaoru cracked up, as did the rest of the Host Club. Even Kyoya managed a smirk. When Edie realized she was the butt of the Host Club's favorite joke, she slumped in defeat. Now that Edie was limp and passive, Mori lowered her to the ground.
The second her feet landed, Edie sprang back to life.
"Ha-HAH!" she cried then leapt up to capture Hikaru in a headlock.
She preceded to noogie him until he yelped, "Not my hair!"
She released the mischievous twin only to capture Kaoru and flick his forehead.
"Ouch!"
"There. Now we are even," Edie celebrated.
The twins guffawed and pinched Edie's cheeks, one on each side. They dodged Edie's resultant swats in unison.
"Such sibling camaraderie! Come Edie; give Daddy a hug. OOF!" Tamaki grunted.
Honey stood firmly on Tamaki's toe; grinding it while his said, "Don't worry Edie. I'll protect you from the big bad twins."
He grabbed her hand and ran. The twins, pleased with their villainous role, cackled and pursued the smallest people in the room. Edie and Honey were captured and tickled mercilessly until they broke free to be chased once more.
That day the guests of the Host Club walked in on the most beautiful game of tag, anyone had ever seen. Honey and Edie hid behind Mori's legs while the twins tried to capture them. It was a heart-warming sight despite the fact that the Host King was inexplicably in the corner cradling one foot and hopping up and down on the other.
The girls joined in, deciding to play a giant game of hide-and-seek in the rose garden on school grounds. Haruhi was made "it" and Kyoya graciously accepted donations to decide who would hide with each host.
As soon as Haruhi began her countdown, Edie snatched the Honey-Bees' hands and pulled them with her to sneak under a table in a white wooden gazebo. It'd been about a week since Edie first arrived in Japan. Despite rocky beginnings, Edie and the three leaders of Honey's fan club became quite close. Edie never really had many female friendships. Growing up in a MMA gym made sure of that, so she was grateful that the trio accepted and seemed to like her. Under the cover of the table, Edie and the girls giggled and hushed one another alternately.
"So Edie, are you excited about the Host Ball tomorrow?" Kimiko whispered.
"I don't think I'm going."
"What?" Chizuko started and clanged her cranium against the shelter, "Ow… You have to be there. We won't have as much fun with out you."
Ayako nodded in agreement, "This could be your chance to dance with Mori and confess your feelings."
Edie had revealed her crush to the trio two days ago when they caught her trying to give Mori a can of soda. Mori had, of course, refused so Edie ended up giving it to Honey, but Ayako badgered Edie about the incident until Edie caved.
"You guys are crazy," Edie lovingly nudged Chizuko, "Mori and I have barely said three words to each other. I'm too awkward and he's, well he's Mori."
Kimiko lunged for Edie's shoulders to pull them face-to-face. It was a daunting feat as Chizuko was squished between them both.
"This is true love we're talking about," Kimiko said louder than any hiding person should be, "Be courageous and fate will be on your side."
"Shh… I never should have made you watch the Princess Bride," Edie pressed a finger to the lips of her passionate friend, "Anyway, it's more complicated than that. I don't know how to dance."
The trio gasped like Edie had just admitted to occasionally eating small children.
"But Edie, you are from an affluent family," Ayako checked carefully.
"Yes, but we don't do balls in America. At least, the Hale family doesn't. I never even went to prom."
"It's alright, the girl just has to follow the boy. You can do that," Chizuko encouraged.
"I don't even have a dress," Edie grasped at straws.
"You know what that means," Ayako hushed solemnly.
"SHOPPING!" Chizuko and Kimiko sang while flipping over the table.
Haruhi turned toward the ruckus, "I found you guys…I guess."
"Haruhi-kun, tell Honey that we're leaving club early with Edie. We'll drive her home," Ayako charged.
Kimiko and Chizuko each took one of Edie's arms and dragged her towards the front gate. Edie looked the picture of confusion and despair.
"Should we help her?" Haruhi asked Tamaki, who had sidled up next to her.
"No, she needs this."
Haruhi was impressed to see Tamaki behaving so maturely, but the illusion was shattered quickly when he demanded that a father and daughter must hide together.
"Waaaaaaah! I'm being kidnapped," Edie wailed all the way to Ayako's limousine and throughout the entire car ride.
Ayako's chauffeur pulled the vehicle to a stop in front of a boutique.
"Relax Edie, we're here to help," Chizuko snapped her compact mirror closed after fixing her lip-gloss.
Kimiko pushed Edie unceremoniously out of the limo and into the boutique. The building was incredibly modern, all black and white abstract shapes. Two brown haired shop assistants bowed from the center of the room. They were twins, the only distinguishing feature being that one wore entirely black and the other white.
"Welcome to Hitachin Creations. How may we serve you?"
Edie balked at the synchronized greeting, but Ayako took it in stride.
"She requires a ball gown," Ayako nudged Edie forward gently.
"Yes mistress," the monochromatic twins responded.
They hustled Edie behind a heavy black velvet curtain. The black twin tugged down the zipper of Edie's uniform and pulled the dress down to her ankles while the white twin set to work removing Edie's white stockings. Edie was used to being naked in a room full of strangers. Every weigh-in before a fight she stripped down to just her underwear. But, Edie was always the one who did the stripping. Despite her protests, the handsy twins ran a tape measurer over every conceivable length and circumference of Edie's body. Eventually Edie decided the struggle wasn't worth it. Finally they bowed their way out of the dressing room. She was left alone in nothing but her underwear.
In the brief reprieve, Edie analyzed the room. A giant floor-to-ceiling brocade mirror reflected her wide eyes and six-pack. Sitting in the corner was an abstract white sofa. She was sure it couldn't possibly be comfortable to sit in because the furniture was nothing but angles and edges. She was about to test her hypothesis, when the gropey twins swept past the curtain and into the room. A rolling rack full of beautiful gowns followed them.
Black twin selected the first dress off the rack, "This will do nicely."
To call it a dress was generous. Though the silk skirt fell all the way to the floor, the bodice was nothing but leather straps, o-rings, and netting. Black twin thrust the BDSM wet dream towards Edie emphatically.
"Are you nuts? I'm not wearing that. I can't even wear a bra with that, " Edie protested.
Kimiko overheard though the velvet barrier, "Oooh, try that on."
"No way!"
"Try it on or we call Mori over here to make you," Chizuko teased.
Edie groaned inwardly and snatched her nightmare from the black twin, growling thank you through grinding teeth. White twin's assistance was required to wrap the straps in all the right places. A three-inch-wide band circled Edie's breasts, covering the nipples, but not much else. Two more straps crossed in an x over her belly button before dipping into the luxurious satin that clung to Edie's hips and thighs then tumbling softly to the floor.
"Come out here," Ayako giggled.
"Uh-uh, no way," Edie's face was whiter than a snowdrift.
"Then we're coming in."
Before Edie stop them, the Honey-Bees ducked behind the curtain. They stared openly at the tiny dominatrix before them.
"You've got boobs!" Kimiko exclaimed.
"So do you guys," Edie pointed out.
"Not like these jugs," Edie swatted Chizuko's hand before she could poke the swell of flesh spilling above and below the breast-band.
"I wear a sports bra to school, so they're squished to submission usually," Edie flushed.
"You're wearing that," Ayako rasped.
"Back up crazy lady," Edie crossed her arms self-consciously around her body.
"Are you kidding me? Even I want to ravage you in this outfit. Imagine what Mori will do," Ayako tugged Edie's arms away.
"Gross. I don't want that," Edie was reaching all new heights of embarrassment.
"Are you sure?" Chizuko winked.
"Y-yes, now get out. I'm going to try on something, anything that doesn't scream kiddie porn."
The twin attendants took turns shoving Edie in and out of dress after dress. Too sleek, too modern, too sexy, too childish, none of the gowns suited Edie's taste. She ran her fingers over the fabrics on the rack, about to give up, until a pure white dress drew her gaze. As soon as the cloth fell over her head, Edie knew she had found the one.
She replaced her yellow uniform and peeked out at her three friends, "Okay, I'll go to the dance."
The day of the dance, Honey waited impatiently outside of the guesthouse. He was miffed; yes that word was as good as any. After Tama-chan informed Honey of her shopping trip, he was happy for Edie. Then, some time passed and Honey's usual sugary outlook soured. The club wasn't as much fun when Edie wasn't there and Tama-chan kept talking about dressing Haru-chan up like a girl so Miss Kasaguzaki could reunite with her betrothed. It was all so ridiculous. Edie wasn't there, so Honey couldn't bring himself to be interested. He rode home alone. He ate afterschool cake alone. He knocked on her guesthouse door for dinner and she still wasn't home. Honey had to go to bed without seeing Edie for the rest of the day.
He brushed the sleeves of his soft yellow suit jacket. At least those three convinced Edie to come to the ball. He intended to spend at least the first three songs by her side. Those Honey-Bees had another thing coming if they thought they could steal her tonight.
"Sorry to make you wait."
Honey's throat went dry. Edie stood before him in white pumps. Her hair was slightly curled and held back from her face with a periwinkle ribbon. But, the real showstopper was the dress. Its halter-top exposed Edie's delicately sculpted arms and back. The bodice clung to the curves of her breasts, but flared out at the waist into a skirt that ended just above her knees. The white stood contrast to her dark hair and seemed to make her skin glow from within.
"You, ahem, you look incredibly beautiful," Honey managed.
"Promise?" Edie's eyes spilled over with hope. Everyone always called her cute, no one ever said, she was beautiful.
Honey leaned forward and brushed his lips ever so softly against her cheek. It took all his courage, but what wouldn't he do to make this angel his? Edie drew back and beamed. All of a sudden his chest was way too full to draw breath, so Honey slipped his hand against the small of her back and escorted her to the waiting car. Honey thought she deserved a chariot.