so after long last my longest chap so far with this fic lol its longer than the first two chaps combined constructive criticism is always appreciated but plz no flaming and i know this is a Kyouya fic and there's a lot of Haruhi but hey Haruhi should have at least one friend who's a girl right? lol anyway enjoy :D
The next day at school had been boring, club activities were just a simple tea party, so it was easy to clean up before Tsukiko and Haruhi head for the taller girl's apartment. Only a week to figure out what to do and do it before the project was due. "So, what do we have to do for it anyway?" Tsukiko asked, sitting in Haruhi's tiny living space after having vhanged out of the yellow marshmallow of a uniform.
"According to the instructions, Sensei gave us, we need to choose an English speaking country and write a report on their culture and give a presentation about it," Haruhi explained, reading off from the paper she was given the day before in class. "Presentation must include music as well as authentic artwork and/or dancing…"
"Well, I can already tell you everyone is most likely going to choose the U.S. and use probably their hip hop or rap music. It's just too easy of a topic," Tsukiko commented, placing her finger on her chin.
"Another pretty easy one would be Great Britain," the other girl added.
Tsukiko snapped her fingers. "What about Ireland!" she exclaimed. "They speak English, have their own music and form of dance and I'm fairly certain they have artwork."
"Yeah, that sounds good, but I don't know the kind of dance they do."
"I know some, just from my mom's friend who spent some time there. If you want I could teach you this really simple dance I know," the smaller girl offered.
"Sorry, Tsukiko, but I'm not much of a dancer."
"It's really simple, seven steps left, three in place, seven steps right, three in place, then there's a really simple kick, just touch your toe to the ground and loft your leg, then you turn me under and then the kick again, turn me under and then it's pretty much done," Tsukiko smiled, hoping she would comply.
"I don't know-"
"Please! It's sounds harder than it is I promise if you have me teach you you'll have it down within a few minutes!"
The two heard a door open and heels clicking their way inside the small apartment. "Haruhi! Do I hear another voice?" someone called, waltzing into the room.
"Dad, this is my friend from school, Tsukiko," Haruhi introduce, as her guest stood up and bowed.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Fujioka-san," Tsukiko greeted, seemingly unfazed by Haruhi's father's cross-dressing ways.
"My! Aren't you tiny and kawaii! It's about time Haruhi brought one of her girlfriends home! And please call me Ranka!" Ranka exclaimed, patting her on the head. "You two working on your project?"
"Yeah, we're just coming up with ideas, we still have a week," Tsukiko answered.
"Here, Dad, I'll make you dinner before you have to work," Haruhi offered heading for the kitchen.
"Would you like to stay as well, Tsukiko-chan?" Ranka offered.
"Oh, I couldn't impose-"
"It's fine Tsukiko, you could give me a hand," Haruhi added from the tiny kitchen.
Beep. Beep.
Their short guest quickly checked her cell phone. Not only was it nearing six o'clock, but Kyouya's personal driver, Shin, had texted her. He was waiting outside for her. "Sorry, I would love to, really, however, it appears Ootori-sama has sent someone to fetch me. Another time maybe?" Tsukiko declined politely.
"Okay, see you tomorrow, Tsukiko," Haruhi said, waving her friend goodbye as she left.
"Nice meeting you, Tsukiko-chan! Feel free to come by anytime!" Ranka exclaimed as the smiling girl left the apartment.
"Sure thing, Ranka-san! See you tomorrow Haruhi!" Tsukiko waved, as she headed for the limo parked out front. Shin opened the rear door for her. "Arigato, Shin."
"It's my pleasure, Mizushima-sama," he replied, closing her door for her and thus began their silent drive to the Ootori Mansion.
"Hello, Mizushima-san," the twins greeted Tsukiko as she walked into their class, appearing on either side of her.
"Oh, hey, Hikaru, Kaoru," she returned, looking up from the paper she was ready from. "No need to be so formal."
"You see…" Kaoru began, hooking one of his arms around her elbow.
"We have…" Hikaru added, doing the same to her other side.
"A proposition for you!" the cheered, practically lifting the girl off the floor and dragged her into the classroom.
"I might consider it, if you put me down!" she exclaimed, trying to squiggle out of their grasp.
"Kaoru! Hikaru!" their sensei ordered, hitting her hand on the desk in front of her. "Release Mizushima-san and return to your desks, please!"
The two dropped the girl and spun her into her seat, before turning to their teacher and saluting her. "Aye-aye! Captain!" they exclaimed together, marching to their seats.
"With that out of the way, I would like to remind you that your English projects are due on Thursday. That's seven days, including today, and I hope to begin presentations then, as well. Today will be the last day I give you class time to work on it, get with your partners actually work this time!" the sensei practically threatened, leaving the students to their own ideas.
"Sorry about ditching you last night, Haruhi," Tsukiko apologized, smiling sheepishly as she walked toward her cross-dressing friend.
"It's fine, it's not your fault. You can stay another time," Haruhi replied, with a smile.
"If your offer still stands, and if it would be alright with you, I'd like to make up for it tonight, after we work on our project a little bit," she smiled, sitting in the chair across from Haruhi. "I'll help cook."
"Sure, that's be great, I could use a hand, my dad isn't that good a cook," Haruhi laughed.
"It's settled then!" Tsukiko laughed then turned to their project. "Let's get some of the research done, then tonight I'll teach you a bit of the dance."
"Great…"
"Don't be like that! It's easy and fun!" Tsukiko laughed as they opened one of the laptops and began their search of facts.
"Unfortunately, Host Club hours have come to an end for today," Kyouya announced to the pouting girls. "Have a safe weekend, and we look forward to seeing you again on Monday, our Lovely Princesses."
The girls left promising to return the following Monday Practically swooning once again at the final sight of the Hosts in their Prince Cosplay. Haruhi walked back into the changing room as the coast cleared, and Tsukiko happily entered, the majority of her homework having been completed.
As if on cue, the devilish twins appeared on either side of her, lifting her up much like earlier that day. "We never had…" Hikaru began.
"A chance to…" Kaoru added.
"Discuss our proposition!" they chimed in evilly, and she tried to run but her feet couldn't touch the ground.
"Put me down!" Tsukiko ordered, trying to squirm out of their grasp again.
"But we haven't…" Kaoru chided, as he and his brother began to spin with her in their arms.
"Told you our idea." Hikaru added as they spun.
"Hey! I'll listen if you put me down!" Tsukiko continued to squirm as the twins laughed.
"That's no fun then!" they complained together.
"Kaoru. Hikaru. Put her down, she doesn't like heights, even small ones where she can't touch the ground," Kyouya ordered calmly from his laptop.
"But she could to flips," Hikaru argued, as Tsukiko stilled kicked trying to squirm out.
"And was bouncing off the walls a couple days ago," Kaoru chided, unfazed by the struggling girl.
"Literally." The finished together.
"Because I have control of where my body goes! Here, I'm being held up unwillingly!" Tsukiko retorted, continuing to squirm. "And I don't want to end up hurting you, if I actually try to get out."
"Shady twins! Let go of Little Sister!" Tamaki exclaimed, throwing a fit as Mori and Honey walked up.
The two stepped out of their senpai's path, carrying Tsukiko with her. "Little Sister? Imouto?" she found herself asking, still squirming.
Tamaki ended up hitting the couch behind the three, he turned around and exclaimed to Kyouya, "Mommy! Make them stop!"
"Mommy?" Tsukiko made a mental note to ask about this later if they didn't explain right away.
"Tsuki-chan, you can get out of that easily!" Honey exclaimed, bouncing up and down with Usa-chan.
"I know, Honey-senpai, but I don't want to hurt these two."
"We have…" Kaoru began, looking at his twin.
"Important matters…" Hikaru added before they bother chimed together.
"To discuss!"
Kyouya then stood up. "I'm sure Tsukiko would be happy to consider whatever you have planned, so long as she is put back on the ground," he explained, diplomatically.
"That's no fun, Senpai," they both complained with a sigh.
"But true," Tsukiko sang in. "Until you put me down, whatever you have in mind will be an automatic 'no.'"
"Fine…" the two sighed, putting the girl back down.
"Okay, so what did you want to ask me?" she asked cheerfully.
"You see…" they chimed together, Hikaru using the girl's shoulder as an armrest first.
"Haruhi refuses to be our model for just about anything we give her…" he stated as his brother used the girl's other shoulder as an armrest.
Haruhi walked out of the changing room that moment. "With good reason," she defended, as the twins ignored her.
"And our mother would like an average teen's point of view on her clothes…" he added, looking evilly at his brother. "So we were wondering…"
"If you would be our very own Host Club Model!" the exclaimed, making wild hand gestures.
"Tsuki-chan would look so cute playing dress-up!" Honey shouted, jumping with joy. Literally.
"Perverted twins! Don't Make Little Sister dress in skimpy clothing!" Tamaki went on in a fit.
"Sure." Everybody was surprised to hear her response.
"Hai!" the twins cheered as Tamaki began to cry and grow mushrooms in the corner of the room.
"But there are a few conditions," Tsukiko added, causing Tamaki to shout in excitement.
"Yosh!"
"Please, no lingerie," she started, seeing the twins nod, hoping she wasn't going to go too harsh. "Though as far as swimwear goes, I won't mind modeling them, but any pictures taken are not to be distributed, posted online, or altered for whatever perverted purposes Kyouya can come up with."
The twins started laughing again, as Kyouya simply sighed. "You're making accusations, Tsukiko."
"Any pictures taken, I would like copies, and try not to post them online, if you really want to, confirm it with me first. And don't call me the Host Club Model, it feels weird."
The twins looked at each other, using their telepathy to make a decision. They nodded and turned back to the girl. "Done!" they agreed cheeky grins on their faces.
"Cool, but can I do the modeling on Monday? Haruhi and I have to work on our project," Tsukiko requested.
"Fine, but…" Kaoru agreed, as he and his brother began to wag their fingers.
"Don't forget about this," Hikaru finished.
"I won't," she promised, then turned to the prince who was typing away on his laptop. "Kyouya-kun, I already cleared this with your father, but in case he forgot I'll be staying at Haruhi's for dinner."
"When you need a ride, just call Shin," he replied.
"Ready to go?" she asked her cross-dressing friend.
"Yeah," Haruhi replied as they headed out of the room. "You sure you don't mind walking?"
"Haruhi, you're forgetting that technically I'm still a commoner…"
"Those two seem to get a long well," Mori noted, and the twins nodded in agreement.
"No! Not Daddy's little girl! My little daughter's growing up too fast! Soon she'll be hanging out with boys and God know what…" Tamaki shrieked, running back and forth screaming random thoughts about his little family.
"Tamaki, you're the one who wanted her to become friends with other girls…" Kyouya chided.
"Wait, he said that she'll start hanging out with boys…" Hikaru began looking at his brother.
"What does that make us?" Kaoru finished.
"Little bunnies like Usa-chan?" Honey suggested popping up in front of them.
"I don't think that's what they were looking for," Mori explained, patting a sad Honey's head.
"Say, Kyouya," Tamaki started, ending his rant. "You haven't said much about or to our newest princess. Just what is going on?"
"Nothing that really concerns you," Kyouya returned. "Among homework, managing the clubs finances, and other things I must tend to, the most the two of us have said to each other was probably the night she arrived."
"And just what…"
"Were you to…"
"Talking about?" Sneaky grins appeared on the twins' faces as they completed their sentence together.
Kyouya simply sighed. "And she thinks I'm the perverted one…"
"So you care about what she thinks…interesting…" Tamaki added, placing his hand to his chin in a thinking pose. "You have a thing for her, don't you!"
Kyouya sighed once again shaking his head. "Tamaki, only you could have come to that conclusion," he sighed, then gave a chuckle. "And as far as what our discussion was, it was merely about her height."
"And how she's like a foot shorter than you?" the twins inquired, using each other as armrests.
"That's right," the Shadow King confirmed, returning to his laptop.
"One two three four five six seven, one two three, one two three," Tsukiko counted as she and Haruhi practiced in the confined space of Haruhi's living room. "See, it's not that hard, you're doing great!"
"Thanks, this isn't so bad. At first, when you mentioned dancing, I pictured something intricate like some forms of ballroom," Haruhi laughed, moving with the music.
"Nope, and this one is really just made of steps. A little more practice and we'll have it down by Thursday!" Tsukiko grinned, as she stopped the music. "That's enough for today, aside from the dance, we have all of our information and just need to put it on a piece of poster board and we're done!"
"Yeah," the short haired girl agreed, looking at the clock. "Dad's going to be home soon, better start on dinner."
"Okay, want a hand?" Her guest followed her to the kitchen.
"Sure."
"Tsukiko-chan! So good to see you again!" Ranka exclaimed, walking into the kitchen.
"Kon ban wa! Ranka-san!" Tsukiko called back, stirring the pot. "Dinner's almost ready."
"Great! Where's Haruhi?" he asked, just as the petite brunette walked into the room carrying extra spices.
"Hi, Dad," she greeted as Ranka left the two girls to their cooking.
Within a few minutes the stew was finished and the table was set. "Itadakimasu!" they graced themselves before picking up their chopsticks and digging in.
"Haruhi! This is delicious!" Tsukiko exclaimed, after tasting the mix of pork and vegetables.
"You helped!" Haruhi laughed, pointing her chopsticks at the girl.
"Tsukiko-chan, Haruhi told me you're a new student to Ouran, why the sudden transfer?" Ranka asked, making polite dinner conversation.
"Well, I had top scores at my old school, and where I live the standards were set fairly low, yet my IQ was much higher," she began to explain, taking pauses to enjoy her stew while it was still warm. "After taking a few tests that one of my favorite teachers had obtained from other schools, it was found that I had some of the highest scores those schools received from their own students. Just for the heck of it, my teacher was able to get me to take the Ouran entrance exam. My scores were high, like Haruhi's, however I was unable to achieve the fullride scholarship if you remain top of your class. I did receive a large scholarship, though, but even with that my family couldn't afford to have me attend."
"I see, so how were you able to attend now? You know? After the Summer Break?" Ranka pressed further.
"Well, my uncle is a lawyer and he had helped Ootori Yoshio not too long ago, and he owed my uncle a favor for it. So, because of my scholarship and the Ootori family, I am able to attend Ouran Academy. Until I graduate, I must live with the Ootori family as well. It seems only fair," Tsukiko finished as she finished her dinner.
"So that's why you wanted to come to Ouran?" Haruhi found herself asking.
"The curriculum? Pretty much. It's more challenging than my other school and much more to my pace."
"Well, it's wonderful you decided to take the offer! You can hang out with my little girl and she finally have a friend from that school who's a girl!" Ranka cheered, causing Haruhi to sigh and her friend to laugh.
"I guess so," Tsukiko smiled.
"Hi, Kyouya," the short brunette greeted sitting on the back of the couch said boy was sitting on.
"Tsukiko, how did you get in my room?" he asked slowly, continuing to type. She merely flopped back so her back and head were on the cushion of the couch. Upside down.
"Your bedroom door," she replied, just as slowly as he asked his question.
"I locked it…"
She held up a bobby pin.
"And I opened it…" A cheeky grin graced her face as her companion sighed and shook his head. "Don't be like that."
"What do you want?" he asked, somewhat annoyed. Who wouldn't be? Some girl basically broke into his room, while he was trying to finish his homework, at about ten at night! He hadn't even had the luxury of changing into his pajamas, while she looked comfy as ever in her baggy T-shirt and yoga pants. Short, little, lousy, genius, adorable-
"Why did Tamaki call you 'Mommy' and me 'Little Sister?'" she asked, seeming very comfortable in the odd sitting arrangement.
"You want to know about that?" Kyouya asked, confused.
"Yeah, I mean, I know he's the headmaster's son, but there's something going on in that family, right? Tamaki and his father don't even live in the same mansion, right?" she continued, staring at the ceiling with childlike wonder.
"Now, how do you know that?"
"After I spoke with Headmaster Suoh, an elderly lady walked in, wanting a word with him. I was escorted out but I overheard them talking, and the topic came up," she answered, a sad look in her eyes. "That's Tamaki's grandmother, right? And she hates him, right?"
The two were silent for a moment, unsure of what to say next or what the other night do. "Kyouya?"
"You're right, Tamaki's grandmother isn't too fond of him, but I don't think she hates him," Kyouya began to explain, closing his laptop. "She hates what caused him to be."
"His mother?"
"Yes. You see, his father had an arranged marriage with a woman his mother had chosen for him. However, when he went to France…" Kyouya continued to explain the tale that is Suoh Tamaki. His birth and how came to Ouran and how he lives in the second mansion his family owns, as well as Lady Éclair's attempt to marry him.
"That's horrible…" Tsukiko gasped, crossing her arms, still in the odd sitting position.
"It's because of his family lifestyle, that he uses the Host Club to become another family, and why I go along with it," Kyouya finished, noticing his smaller companion wipe away a tear. "You okay?"
"That's so sad…" she mumbled, ignoring his question. "Is there anything we can do?"
"As far as relocating his mother, I've tried, but she's untraceable, even after Tamaki almost married Lady Éclair, I can't even find the Tonnerre family."
"So you gave up?"
"I never said that," Kyouya snapped back. "It's just, she doesn't want to be found, and until she wants to, tracing her will be close to impossible."
Tsukiko sat there deep in thought. "So, is that why you're always typing on that laptop?"
"Right now? No. I have to finish a report for my German class," Kyouya explained. "You have a way with changing the subject…"
"German, huh? I remember the first word I learned in German, I was like four I think…" Tsukiko replied, swinging her legs around so she was sitting right side up again.
"And that would be?" Kyouya smirked, thinking it was along the lines of "Hallo" or "Fräulein" or something like that.
"ScheiBe," she said simply, skipping her way out of the room, leaving a jaw-dropped Kyouya. When she was gone, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Of course," he said to himself mid-chuckle. "Her mother was always cursing in other languages…"
1. just so you know the english translation for the german is "hello" "miss" and "shit" lol i wasn't sure on how to spell the german forms so i google translated it lol
2. as far as Ireland goes, no i am not from there however most of my family is i am half irish and i teach Irish Step Dancing and the dance that was mention here is called "The Two Hand Real" just thought u might want to kno
3. i just love how a lot of people read and don't review plz review this time i love them! :D
jaa nee! XD