Some Other Life
Chapter 13
By; InsurgentHorde (Previously Gaaraluff146) + Friends
Notes~ Been a long time since I've been here on my account and writing, but I was thinking about this story in school today and wanted to write some more. I lost all the chapters I had worked on before, so I'm starting new with 13! Let's see how this goes. I'm proud of myself for my first chapters not making me cringe too much when I went back to read.
The following weeks passed rather silently, with only one large change. Jaxmine had become very…frustrated with her hair, I guess you could say. So one day after school she went to the salon and simply had it shaved off. Well, half really. The left half. The right half was cut to the middle of her neck.
Surprisingly, it worked really well for her. I remember seeing her the next morning and being shocked, but my second thought was "Wow she'd look really pretty bald." And of course, like the good friend I am, I told her just that. She didn't really know how to take it, but she accepted it anyway.
Surprisingly enough, my hair has grown to just below my bust like and makes me super happy. I've always loved my hair being long, but when I was younger made the awful decision to get my hair pixied. It just wasn't me. Ever since then I swore to let my hair grow (we'll ignore the decent length I cut off in freshman year).
But enough about hair.
Today's the day.
Our first Host Club Theme day!
After the "bonding" experience of those few weeks ago, the boys invited us to join them during their club hours. Though I'm sure it was Kyoya's ploy to bring in more money, as we still have to pay the membership fees the other girls did.
For the most part, we all stuck to our interests. For the most part, anyway. Like I mentioned earlier we are treated just like normal guests, and sometimes slots fill up to quickly and we spend time with others, not that it's a problem. I'm the only one who doesn't stick to that kind of system. I generally stick with Haruhi if I want to participate in the actual host part of the club. It's only when I have work to do that I stick with Kyoya, since he doesn't exactly do the whole hosting thing.
The boys refused to leak any sort of information about the theme for today, surprisingly solid in their stance. Even the idiot king wouldn't budge, no matter the sheer volume of texts we made sure to bombard him with. Sucker really could hold a secret if he really wanted to. Quite disappointing.
So walking into the club room with the rest of the ladies once club hours were open was just as much a surprise for us as it was for them.
I turned to the doors and waited with the rest of the girls for them to open.
Hezerai crept up behind me and placed her head on my shoulder, and in a stage whisper asked, "What theme are they doing?"
I resisted the urge to beat her with something. Really, I did. Rolling my shoulder to remove her head from it I responded, "I don't know, Hezerai!" I whisper yelled, "Be a good little girl and wait like the rest of us!" I gestured to not only our little group, but the other customers to the Host Club (who surprisingly enough left us alone. You always hear these horror stories of girls getting close to the hosts and awful things happening to them. Something tells me it has something to do with the four of us more or less keeping our contact to club hours, where we participated exactly as they did).
Hezerai pouted, and shrunk back just before the double doors opened.
What met our eyes when the blinding light subsided led to gasps of awe. The boys had transformed Music Room #3 into a winter wonderland!
The boys were dressed in proper attire, too! From what looked to be all parts of the world that experienced cold temperatures.
Speaking of which, it was a bit chilly.
"The snow is real!" Nusuki squealed in joy, picking up a handful and blowing it into the air.
"Welcome ladies, to the Host Club's Winter Wonderland! Please, take a complimentary coat to keep yourselves warm, princess! With each coat you'll find a pair of gloves and hat!" Tamaki greeted, gesturing towards the rack that was placed in the middle of the room.
I waited patiently for my turn to choose a set as the others rushed forward, concerned about the color they would get. I was more than content with whatever was left, as today was a work day and function mattered more than fashion. I'd let the others choose what they wanted first.
Jaxmine was able to snag a darker long gray coat, with a knit had and matching gloves. Nusuki and Hezerai nabbed matching short brown coats that were lined with white fur that had fur caps and leather gloves with them. They smiled, happy with their grabs before thrusting me forward to choose.
"Pushy!" I exclaimed, putting emphasis before laughing and looking at my choices. Pink, blue, green and white. My choice was really easy, surprisingly. As much as I do like the other colors, the white was calling to me. On the longer side, the outer material was a white suede while the inside was white fur. The hat and gloves were both knit, which made me happy. While I wouldn't be wearing the gloves, I wanted the hat to be on the loose side so that it wouldn't mess up my hair.
Vain, I know, but it was rare that my hair curled so nicely like this and I wanted it to last as long as possible.
Slipping on the garments, I made my way over to my assigned spot by Kyoya, and pulled my laptop out after a polite greeting to Kyoya.
I had an extended project to do for my American Literature course that was taught in English, and had an installment of the project due that week. Romanticism and Transcendentalism was my topic.
I hadn't been working for long when something caught my attention. Had someone said something? I looked up, and only saw Kyoya in the immediate vicinity.
"What was that?" I asked absently.
"I said," he pushed his glasses up by the bridge, and they did that flashy thing, "White suits you, Miss Reite."
My thoughts went blank, and I blinked. When it hit me that he had complimented my, I felt the familiar heat rush to my face. 'shit' "Oh, uh, thank you, Kyoya. But please, you don't have to use my family name. My given name is just fine."
That odd smile of his (the not quite real one) stretched across his face, "Yes I am aware."
The conversation ended there, as I hurried back to my work hoping to pass the slight red tint of my face off on the cold.
A while later I glanced down at the clock on my laptop and noticed it was close to closing time. Finishing up the section I was working on, I promptly saved my work and started to pack up my things. 'My things', consisting of my laptop, textbook, and other reference books I was required to use.
Rather cumbersome to carry around along with my other things, but I did what I had to.
My bag on my shoulder, I readied myself to meet up with the girls to leave. Giving Kyoya a nod of goodbye, I turned to leave before being stopped.
"Miss Reite, you left something behind."
I turned, confused. I was more than sure that I had grabbed everything I took out, but there Kyoya was handing me a sheet of paper.
"This is-" I was going to protest my ownership, but Kyoya had already walked away.
I relaxed, confused, with the folded piece of paper still in my hand. Shrugging, I stuffed the paper into my back and went to meet up with the girls.
Approaching the girls, I heard only Nusuki's voice. Needless to say, the girl loved snow.
"Today was just wonderful! Oh I can't believe they actually had snow in here! It's just so perfect!" I smiled at the girl.
"Oh Nusuki, you're so easy to please." I said, patting her on the head.
She beamed in response, earning a laugh from the three of us.
"Well, ladies, I do believe it is that time again," Jaxmine started, walking towards the door presumably assuming the rest of us would follow. "to leave this awful place they call a school and retire to our lavish homes."
"Wow, you really like to be a hermit don't you Jax?" Hezerai said, cringing at the expected blow to the head from Jaxmine.
"Hush, you!"
Too soon we were out front of the school and waiting for our various modes of transportation. My limo seemed to be running a bit late, so I took a seat on one of the finely manicured benches that was placed around the drive of the school.
Suddenly, I remembered the paper that Kyoya had handed me. Fishing it out of my bag, I unfolded it to see what was supposedly mine.
What greeted me I had not expected. A handwritten note, saying:
Meet me by the third lamppost at eight o'clock.
-KO