Me: Hello my darlings! Have you missed me?
Hikaru: You ask the same stupid question every time, and every time I tell you no.
Me: *tear drops* I missed you too, Hikaru! *tackles Hikaru with a hug*
Hikaru: Don't touch me.
Haruhi: Isn't time for your excuses, Nix-chan?
Me: Oh, yes, of course. So here is a list of excuses as to why I haven't updated for so long:
I had to go away for three weeks at this academic retreat at this boarding school in another state where we weren't allowed to bring laptops or computers or tablets.
Got a new computer. Still don't fully know how to use it.
It's Ramadan. I've been fasting which means I get dizzy which means writing is a bitch.
I'm just lazy.
I went to Morocco, and the internet where I'm staying is crappy.
Kyoya: The first and last one are the only reliable excuses.
Me: T^T Meanies, the lot of you.
Hikaru: Shut up.
Me: Waaaah! Tamaki! Big brother Hikaru is being a big meanie!
Tamaki: There, there, my dear, Daddy will make everything alright.
Kaoru: Phoenix does not own Ouran High School Host Club, if she did Mori would be her personal ladder and Honey would be her pocket ninja.
Honey: Very true!
Mori: Mh
Me: Yay! Everyone spoke or grunted! Now on to the chapter!
Chapter 9
Harley groaned as a sharp pain attacked her head. An ice pack laid on her forehead in a feeble attempt to cease the aching in her mind. She kept her eyes screwed shut to keep the blinding light of the lamp away. Harley Jones was experiencing a hangover which is not her first or last. She was going to kill Violet and Rose once she can sit up without wincing.
Currently, she was laying in her bed back at her apartment. After her and the girls had finished with the host club, they quickly came back home. The twins had to carry Harley back since she was still knocked out. Judging by the new bruises on her bum and back, they had dropped her a couple dozen times. While Harley laid in bed, the other girls had gone out shopping with Kyoya's credit cards. She made sure to give Ariely a list of things she wanted before the left though.
Courtesy of the alcohol, Harley couldn't recall how well they had preformed back at the Host Club which means she doesn't know whether Kyoya will accept them for the job or not. Oh well, at least she got his wallet, and Shay was going to get them a new car. Now it's time to take a nap.
...
Violet was in shopping heaven. She and the girls had split up at the mall and each had taken one of the four cards in Kyoya's wallet. Violet had ransack nearly ever apparel store, tried on everything that has her size, and she has only been here for an hour. So, she decided to venture out of the mall and move on to more high-end boutiques.
Ignoring the odd looks she got from other customers because of her 'commoner clothing', Violet continued to browse the delicate silk dresses that hung fragilely from decorated hangers. She pulled out a dark blue lacy strapless Louis Vuitton dress. Placing the dress in front of her frame, Violet examined it though the store's full body mirror.
"Purple is more your color," a familiar voice stated. Violet twirled around to see a certain redheaded host.
"Hikaru, what are you doing here?" she asked, fixing him with a hard look. She was still mad at him for dressing her up in that skimpy waitress outfit that took a paragraph to describe two chapters ago.
"I could ask you the same thing," he retorted. Nonchalantly, he pulled out the same dress in magenta and held it in front of her. Shaking his head, Hikaru replaced the dress back in the rack and pulled out a red-violet version of the dress. He stuck the dress out at her.
"Go put this on," he demanded. Violet placed her hands on her hips and gave him a stubborn glare.
"Who died and made you king of me?" she sneered. Hikaru gave a sigh. He looked like he was trying really hard not to say something stupid or rude. Clenching his teeth, he said,
"Could you please go try on this dress?" Violet gave him one last look, and took the dress from him. Turning on her heels, she went to the changing rooms.
Hikaru sighed again. Why was it that he was always attracted to the stubborn ones? It was just something about Violet's loud hard-headed personality that he was oddly attracted to. According to his brother's opinion, he was reminded of himself or something stupid like that. But around Violet, just like before when he had his little crush on Haruhi, he lost his host charm and said the worst and stupidest things.
Before Hikaru could continue his inner monologue, Violet exited the changing room. The red-violet dress hugged her body beautifully and emphasized her best feature, her hips. She didn't ask for his opinion, but simply turned to the mirror. She had to admit, this dress looked better on her than the dress she chose before. A thought popped into her head at that realization. Violet turned back to Hikaru and gave him a perplexed look.
"What?" he asked.
"Are you gay?" Violet asked him. A shocked expression crossed his face, and an awkward silence seeped into the room.
"No," he answer, clenching his teeth again. He was holding back a few special remarks.
"You sure cuz' this dress looks really good on me," Violet said, a quirky smile creeping on to her face.
"I'm positive. I'm just used to dealing with fashion and clothing," he spoke, trying hard to be sound kind.
"Stop that," Violet commanded, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Stop what?" Hikaru asked, looking alarm.
"Stop acting so un-Hikaru-ish. I'm used to the snarky Hikaru who doesn't think before he speaks," Violet answer obviously. His jaw slacken. Was he that obvious or did these commoner girls come with x-ray vision?
"Fine," Hikaru remarked, Mr. Nice Guy wiped away. "Your overall rocker chic style is tacky, and I think you'd look better with an urban chic wardrobe. And your colors are shades of purple, pink, and gold, not blue or green or black." A sour, insulted look crept on Violet face, but was quickly replaced with a smile.
"Better," she stated coyly. "Now go buy this dress for me." He smirked.
"Who died, and made you queen of me?" Hikaru retorted. Violet laughed and retreated back to the changing room to remove the dress. Once she had changed and paid for the dress, the two left the boutique together.
"Wanna go get some coffee?" he asked her.
"Your paying," Violet answer bluntly. Hikaru just rolled his eyes and led them to a coffee shop.
"One latte with crème and one regular coffee with five Splenda's," Hikaru told the barista. Violet gave him the second perplexed look that day. How did he know how she liked her coffee? Oh well. Ignoring her suspicions, she took her coffee and enjoyed the Splenda sweetness.
"Come on, we have to get you a better wardrobe," Hikaru told her, leading her towards other clothing stores.
"What about the stuff I already bought?" Violet asked, directing his attention to the bags hanging from her arms.
"How could you afford all of that?" Hikaru asked, well aware of the girls money problem. Violet looked down.
"I might have stumbled along some money," she mumbled.
"Kaoru and I saw Harley pickpocket Kyoya."
"I got his Visa, but Shay won the coin toss and got his Master Card."
"Of course."
The two continued their shopping, neither realizing that this would be considered a date to some people.
...
Kyoya pounded on the front door. A vein was popping on his head, and anger was flooding his sense. How dare that, that woman take his wallet! He had just froze his accounts, but all four of the cards he had in his wallet had already had a large chunk of money taken out of them. Anger continued to boil. His pounding on the door didn't cease until he heard the latch unlocking. The door swung open to display Harley in her pajamas, blue ducky pajama bottoms and a white tank top, with an ice pack on her head.
"What the hell do you want from my life?" Harley whined dramatically.
"My wallet," Kyoya growled, his glasses flashing dangerously.
"Don't got it. The girls went out shopping with it," she told him. The pain from the hangover allowed her to ignore the obvious trouble that she was in.
"Where?" he hissed.
"I don't know. I ain't their keeper," she answered rudely. Kyoya huffed and pulled her into the apartment, closing the door behind him, and pushed her on to the couch.
"If you're going to rape me, Shay keeps the safe sex kit with the condoms in her underwear drawer," Harley informed him, as she stretched on to the couch. Kyoya ignored her and began to pace, trying to get his thoughts together. Ever since the day at the park, he hasn't been himself because of her. Somehow this uncommon commoner glided her way into his mind and, as corny as it will sound, his locked up heart, without even trying. He didn't deny it, deny that the moment she walked into home room that she became property of Kyoya Ootori. But now, that she was messing with his emotions and rational thinking; that's was a problem.
"Yo, if you just came here to walk a hole in my rug, then leave," Harley commented from the couch.
"Shut up," he growled. She open her mouth to respond. Before she could speak, he interrupted her.
"No, don't. Don't say some witty retort or a sarcastic response or anything at all," he ordered running his hand through his hair. Harley fell silent. She's never seen him like this. It was so out of character of him to be so frazzled over something. She sat up and pulled the ice pack off her head.
"What the matter with you? What happen to badass Kyoya fucking Ootori and with ever annoying jackass confidence?" Harley asked, giving him a genuine concerned look. Kyoya stopped his pacing.
"Why do you care?" he asked. Harley pouted.
"I've always cared. You're my friend just like everybody else," she answered innocently, cocking her head to the side. "And I don't like it when my friends are acting strangely. I'd prefer a jackass Kyoya to flustered Kyoya. Plus, flustered Kyoya takes all the fun away from insult Kyoya in general." She stood up and directed Kyoya to sit down on the couch. Hesitantly, he sat down, and watched as she went to the kitchenette and began to make tea.
"Finally got a teapot?" Kyoya asked, as she put green tea bag in a tea-pot. She gave him a big goofy smile, and nodded her head eagerly. After the water boiled, she took two mugs and poured the tea into them. Harley handed him a mug and sat down, indian style, next to him on the couch. Kyoya took a sip from the mug and then regretted it.
"Having a tea-pot doesn't make the tea better," he stated.
"I know that. Areily's usually the one who makes the tea," Harley told him. "Now, back to important matters. Who is she?" Kyoya blanched.
"Who's who?" he asked back. Harley rolled her eyes.
"Who's the girl you've been crushing on?" Harley stated as if it was obvious. Kyoya went silent and turned away.
"Aw, come on now! You can tell meeee," she whined.
"I'm not going to act like some hormonal teenage boy," Kyoya hissed.
"But, you are a teenage boy. You might as well be hormonal since this is the only time in your life that you can be hormonal with an excuse," she retorted. Kyoya stayed silent and gave her a 'go to to hell' stare. Harley laughed at his behavior.
"Tell meeeeeee!" she whined, and crawled on top on him.
"Get off," he growled.
"Nope!" she replied and continued to squirm on top of him. She poked his cheek.
"Tell me!" Another poke to his.
"Get your fat ass of me!"
"Nope, meanie!" Poke. Poke. Poke. Squirm. Squirm. Suddenly, Kyoya flipped her over on the couch, and went on top of her (the same way he did to Haruhi back at the beach house, but closer).
Harley froze as she felt her heart beat quicken. He was so close that she could feel his hot breath on her. Kyoya felt his adrenaline pumping. She was so close that he could feel her heart beating. Slowly, he moved in closer. She bit back a gasp as she felt the tip of his nose brush against hers. Now, she could not only smell the mint in his breath, but she could also smell him. His scent, a mixture of spices and mint, the same in her dream, was over powering her sense. Her head was getting fogger as he got closer. Her scent of sea pea, lavender, and a unique sweetness was intoxicating. Up close, he could see every detail of her, from her large emerald eyes framed by long dark lashes to her full red bitable lips. He moved in closer without realizing it. Her breath hitched when she felt his breath on her lips. He leaned in closer, and her eyelids closed. Their lips millimeters away from each other. Suddenly, Harley's eyes fell open, and she pushed him off her. Kyoya landed on the carpeted floor with a thud.
Harley jumped up, and dashed to the apartment's small bathroom, leaving Kyoya lying on the floor frazzled.
...
Haruhi was walking down the streets carrying grocery bags when a slick silver Mercedes zoomed by and stopped in front of her. The person in the back seat opened the door and someone pulled her inside. 'Here we go again,' Haruhi thought as the driver floored it.
...
Rose was walking down the street sipping from a strawberry smoothie. Unlike her sister, she had gone crazy with the credit card and had only bought a pair of shoes and one new outfit (plus the strawberry smoothie). So she was waking by a popular street, known for its fashion boutiques, just enjoying the afternoon air and browsing the many dresses and outfits on the windows displays of the stores. She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard a familiar laughter. She knew this laughter. She heard it a million times before. Turning towards the sound, Rose found herself facing a small clothing store. Through the front window, Rose could see her older twin in a red-violet dress and Hikaru. Wide eyed, she watch as her sister retreated back to the changing room, and Hikaru stayed standing in her line of vision.
'They're on a date!' Rose thought, a sinister smile creeping onto her face. With hesitating, Rose pulled out her cell phone, and dialed a number. By the time the person had picked up, Violet had exited the changing room and went to pay for the dress with Hikaru.
"Hello? Rose?" a voice said on the other line of the phone.
"Kaoru, are you up for some sibling spying?"
...
One Hour Ago,
Somewhere in the Tokyo International Airport, a young man stood waiting for his luggage to appear on the conveyor belt. He stood at six feet with a lean but muscular figure. He had a mop of dark curly brown hair and a pair of beautiful emerald eyes. He was quite handsome, and had a group of college girls giving him goo goo eyes. He hardly noticed. Finally his lone suitcase appeared on the conveyor belt. The young man pick up his bag, and quickly left the airport.
He went directly to the nearest rental shop. A middle-aged man with a balding spot sat at the shop's front counter.
"I'd like to rent a Harley Davidson motorcycle for a few weeks," the young green-eyed man took the clerk. The handed him some forms to him, which he quickly filled out and handed back to the clerk. The clerk laughed.
"What's so funny?" the young man asked.
"Your names David-san and you want a Harley Davidson," the clerk replied. The young man rolled his eyes at the lame joke him and his baby sister had heard a hundred times, and snatched the motorcycle's keys from the desk.
Ten minutes later, the young man was driving the a dark green motorcycle through the a highway. His small suitcase strapped on the back of the bike. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. Written, in black ink, was an address. Scanning the paper and street signs, he took the next exit.
...
Harley sat on the small toilet in her small bathroom in her small studio apartment in her crappy neighborhood. She was shaking and biting on her red-painted nails. In her other head was her blackberry. Well, it wasn't really a blackberry. It was really a ghetto version of a blackberry, but whatever. She pressed Areily's speed dial, three. Three rings later, Areily picked up.
"Hello? Harls?"
"Areeeeeeeiiiiiiiillllllly!"
"What? What's the matter?"
"Kyoya and I nearly kissed!"
"What? When? How? Why?"
"A few minutes ago... I really don't know how he was right there and he smelled like cinnamon. I really like cinnamon... I don't know why! Wah! Areily what do I do now?"
"Okay, calm down. Where are you now?"
"I'm hiding in the bathroom."
"Where's Kyoya?"
"In the livingroom."
"..."
"Areily! What do I do? Can you come her and get Shay to kick him out?"
"I can't 'cause Shay, Haruhi, Rose, Kaoru, Tamaki, Honey, Takashi, and I are spying on Violet and Hikaru and their improv date."
"What? You're spying without me?"
"Don't worry, we're video taping it."
"Good. Hey did you guys buy a new car yet?"
"Yeah, we got a silver Mercedes."
"Sweet. Anyway, back to my problem."
"Why don't you just confront him?"
"Because he's Kyoya the Shadow Demon King Lord of Hell."
"Oh I think Violet just saw us hiding in the bushes. Got to go."
"Wait don't g- and you hung up," Harley said, and she put her phone down. Then there was a knocking on the bathroom door. Harley froze.
"Harley," Kyoya spoke through the thin paper screen that was considered a bathroom door. "There's a man at the door, claiming to know who you are. He said his name's David." 'Oh shit,' she thought.
"Let him in," Harley mumbled. A minute later, she pulled the door open. Standing in the living room, glaring at each other, were Kyoya freaking Ootori and her older brother David Jones.
"Harley, why is there a boy in your apartment?" David asked her, his over-protective big brother bear mode turning on. Kyoya just shot her a 'tell me what the fuck is going on' look. Harley gave them a big cheesy smile.
"You see that's a long story, which I will explain once we all sit down and have some crappy tea."
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Fan Mail Time!
Me: Welcome whoever still reads this fanfction, and judging by my number of follows that's 52 of ya'll!
Okay what I'm going to do is give a shout out to all of the people who have been reviewing for more then three chapters:
Galinda33, sexy-sebby-demon-lover, Synk, nerdlover, Wonderwomanbatmanfan, Eva Sirico, chance1612, DontMessWithAFangurl, tokiluv, Kibalover1998, artisticadri1999
If your username is here then you are considered dedicated and I love your faces. Digital cookie for whoever know where that phrase is from.
Now I just answer the rest of the reviews from chapter 8.
Synk: Shay is a doll. It's spelled Ariely or Areily, depending on my mood. You should know by now that Violet and Rose do not give a crap about little things like 'drinking ages'. The day Harley holds her alcohol is the day Shay decides to allow Mori to deflower Ariely.
Wonderwomanbatmanfan: I have updated.
Momobear9898: Thank you, and Shay only speaks the truth.
Smarticles: Your welcome. I love my OCs too. Once again Shay speaks the truth. I love my humor too, but many say its too inappropriate and I tell them to go fuck themselves. I've added something with Violet and Hikaru in this chapter just for you. I love Hikaru too. That's why he's the most frequent in my 'disclaimers' although he spends most of it insulting me.
chance1612: Thank you for clearing up your gender situation for dear Tamaki. He's been worrying about it for the best month. Thank you for forgiving me. I love the chapter too. Threats and alcohol are the best combination- er - well, only in my fanfictions though, hehe. Rose and Violet are the only ones crazy enough to do a lot of things to Harley, next to Fred and George Weasely my husbands. Kyoya has lost his buttginity and his wallet. He'll only miss the later of the two, though.
tokiluv: I love a drunk Harley too, she'll let you get away with lots of things *discreetly wipes the blood off an axe.*
Acelin Heart: I have soooo many references in this story from so many different things that I've lost track of them. Batman is my other husband by the way (the Bruce Wayne one, not Dick Grayson). Shay is just special. Don't tell her I said that, or she'll punch me in the neck. Trust me, I have taken all of my sweet time to update. My OCs yell, insult, complain, and abuse me whenever I write. I've gotten used to Shay's punches, the Violet and Rose's fashion insults, Harley's yells and monologues, and Areily's comforting hugs.
Naoko Matatabi: Thank for your commitment. Here's a cheezbuger that you can has, kitty.
Ella-May Nation: I've updated, you're life is now complete. By the way, I've heard that you're a nation. I might become a citizen if the legal age to be an adult and drive is 14 in your country.
gurlindacornr: A drunk Harley is a good Harley. Why are you in the corner? Who hurt you? Was it Kyoya? He didn't mean it, it's just his way of showing love.
EleanorGreen: You see the Nicki Minaj lyrics took hours of preparation and concentration. Jk, I did that while I was spell checking.
Fangirl429: I'm proud that you consider this a good Ouran fanfiction.
Smitha: The wait is over.
tonitangible: What can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic.
pinkinuyasha23: I commented because I agree.
Guest: *tear drop* Thank you so much for your kind words about my writing. I love designing clothes for my characters. It's so much fun, and I use it to reflect the personality of my characters.
peacesigngirl841: I shall continue this story. I love Areily and Mori, too.
shelbyxphantomhive: Bish, please! Only Shay is allowed to speak like that 'cuz she's got vulgar profanity license from the WTH INC. And before you ask, that stands for Wordage That Humiliate Incorporated. Thanks for reading and loving my story.
artisticadri1999: Thank you for loving it and I have updated.
Me: I know there were a lot of spelling errors, but that's because I'm using Pages instead of Word on my mac and Pages doesn't have auto correct (as far as I know). I ready hope that Hikaru was in character except during the part when he was pretending to be polite to Violet.
One more thing, if you guys so happen to have any fan art with my OC girls, I would love to see it on DeviantArt. I have the same username just without the spaces. Bye guys.
IMPORTANT:
This story takes place a month and a half after episode 16 "Operation Haruhi and Hikaru's First Date!" and a few weeks before episode 17 "Kyoya's Reluctant Day Out!" This gives Hikaru enough time to forget about his crush on Haruhi, and me enough time to figure out how I'm going to apply my girls to the storyline and twist it to suit my needs.
I have finally figured out the girls ethnic backgrounds. The twins Violet and Rose are hispanic, Columbian, so their hips don't lie ;). Shay like I said last chapter is Danish. Ariely is half Bulgarian from her mother and half Canadian from her father. Harley is a half American and half Romanian. Her father's from South Carolina and her mother was from Romania (no she was not a gypsy).
Quick Questions Challenge: Who do you think my favorite Host is? What trait did I take from Haruhi and put in Shay, Violet, and Harley?
PS. I hope you guys like the new cover image that I made.