Me: Hello my darlings!
Hikaru: *blinks*
Me: Anyway this chapter is full of teasing fluff
Harley: Don't make me into a whore
Me: How can you be a whore if you're only whoring out for Kyoya?
Kyoya: She's mine *creepy aura*
Me: Definately
Harley: I feel like I'm being given away
Chapter 15
A month and a half has passed since Harley had asked Kyoya to find her high school dropout brother a job as a nurse. As promised, Kyoya delivered, and he delivered well. He got David the best paid nurse internship in the Ootori Medical Field along with getting David into night school in order to finish high school. However Harley did not know that Kyoya was paying for David to go to the best night school he could find, and that the internship was actually one that did not pay. The youngest Ootori was trying hard to do well with the curly haired girl, but knew that she wasn't one to react well to charity.
Currently, Kyoya and Harley where in their German class, waiting for the new teacher to arrive. Their old teacher broke his leg and wouldn't be able to teach them for the rest of the year. It was a relief since they won't have the old blond man yell at them in German with veins popping through his forehead.
Kyoya was pleased to report that Harley was sitting next him. Ever since that day in homeroom, Harley had begun sitting with him whenever they shared the same class. That means that for four hours a day, Harley was by his side. This gave him a perverse sense of control and domination over Harley that he enjoyed greatly.
"Pssh," Harley poked him to get his attention. He bit back a smirk.
"Yes?" Kyoya answered.
"How do you think the new teacher will be?" She asked. Kyoya shrugged.
"I hope she's nice. Mr. Beilshmidt was scary~" Harley whimpered as she recalled their previous German teacher yelling at her in a thick German accent for not correctly prouncing a German word. Kyoya chuckled as he remembered the same memory but could only recall that Harley had held onto his arm while she was being yelled at.
"Maybe you and the teacher could become best friends," Kyoya said sarcastically.
"Oooh! That will be great!" Harley told his not noticing his sarcasm, and pawing at his sleeve like a cat. Kyoya chuckled under his breath again. Then the door opened, and a young woman came out. She was short, about 5'2, but was made 5'6 with her heels. She had olive skin and a petite frame. Her hair was pitch black, long, and wavy with golden highlights. She had a kind face with full pink lips and caramel colored eyes that were lined with blue eyeliner. She wore a pair of nude colored leather pumps, a black pencil skirt, a nude colored flowing top with a black patent leather belt, a black blazer, and a nude colored satchel. Around her neck was a simple thin gold chain with a large old golden band dangling from it. This must be their new teacher.
"Helllloooo!" Her voice was high, but not annoying, and had a light european accent. She shrugged off her blazer and placed it on her chair along with her satchel. She then moved on to the chalk board to write her name in blocky letters. Ms. Gleivy Diefenbach. After that she went to sit onto off her large wooden desk. She crossed her ankles and began to swing them back and forth.
"My name is Ms. Gleivy Diefenbach, and you can all call me, Ms. Gleivy," she said kindly. "I'll be your new German teacher for the rest of the year since Mr. Beilshmidt decided to transfer back to Germany after braking his leg."
"Yes! He's gone!" Harley whispered to Kyoya. He nudged her slightly to keep her quiet.
"Since I'm new, let's do some introduction and maybe tell me something interesting about you or your family," Gleivy said. All the students let out mumbles of agreement. The introductions began and kept going until they reach the desk that Kyoya and Harley share.
"My name is Kyoya Ootori, and my family is the largest medical company on the eastern hemisphere," Kyoya stated coldly. Harley rolled her eyes at his bland yet imitading response.
"My name is Harley Jones, and I'm from New York City. My father is from South Carolina which is south in the states, and my mother's side is Romanian," Harley said, smiling brightly. Soon the introductions went to the teacher herself.
"Well, you know my name already," Gleivy giggled. "But what you don't know is that my father was German and apart of the Nazi Party but he was arrested by the Nazis for illegally harboring a group of 50 Jews in his house. He lived in a large house in Austria, and hid the Jews all over the house. He kept 20 in his basement, 15 in his cellar, 10 in his attic, and 5 under his floorboards. One of those Jews was my mother who was from Italy along his her parents and older brother." Everyone was silent as they listen to Gleivy's tale. Even Kyoya was slightly interested.
"He did this because he was not fully convinced that Jews were supposably evil. But as he fell in love with my mother, he was 100% sure that the Nazis were wrong. So he told the Nazis that he was gonna take a train of Jews to a concentration camp in Belgium. They got a train just for him. Not only did he take the 50 Jews who were hiding in his own house, but he also took 200 more with him in the train cars. They was suppose to go to Belgium, but instead he bribed the conductor, and took them all to Switzerland. There all 250 Jews were liberated. My father, General Ludwig Diefenbach was then arrested back in Germany but later on was honored as a war hero by the Americans once they rescued him from the Nazi prison. And thats basically the most interesting about myself," Gleivy ended. Everyone one was silent, slightly amazed by the tale. The teacher smiled. 'Too bad the most interesting thing about me is something I never did,' Gleivy thought.
"You guys are quiet," she stated the little tale usually had that effect on people. Gleivy got off the table, tripped and nearly fell on her way to the chalkboard. She began to write some things in German when the door busted open...And David came walking in.
"HEY HARLEY! You forgot your lunch!" David announced, waving at his sister and holding up a bagged lunch.
"Oh my god," Harley mumbled under her breath as she tried to sink under her seat.
"YO! Harley!" David shouted again, waving frantically.
"Excuse me!" Gleivy stated. "What are you doing here?" She began to move towards him when she tripped and fell on her desk. She tried to get up but only manages to fall on the floor. David went to help her while the students jumped to their feet to watch. David managed to pull her up her feet. Gleivy was a bit wobbly and swayed side to side. She bumped into a book case that was somehow suddenly near her. The bookcase began to collapse, but David pulled Gleivy away before it can land on her.
"THUD!" The book case made a muffled sound as it hit the carpet.
"You okay?" David asked looking at the small young woman.
"Don't touch me!" She snapped snatching her arm away from David. He put his arms up in defense.
"Geez sorry lady," David responded.
"YOU are not allowed to disrupt my class!" Gleivy scolded the taller man. Her voice got higher as she got more angry. "Detention today at 3!"
"What? I'm not a student here!" David argued. Meanwhile the students were watching the two like a tennis match.
"Don't care! 3 o'clock at the main office, today!" Gleivy shouted at him. "NOW GET OUT!" She pointed to the door.
"Fine, whatever," He rolled his eyes and tossed the sack lunch to Harley who caught it like a boss, and walked out. Gleivy took a second to regain herself and breath. Then suddenly she was back to her normal perky self, and bounced back to her desk which she sat on top.
"Okay! Now that the distraction is over, lets get back to work," She said, smiley cutely. She picked up the German textbook, and flipped to a page.
"Go to page 232."
...
"What do you think about ?" Harley asked Kyoya as they walked to lunch.
"Insane, but a good teacher," He responded. He was secretly enjoying the view he was getting from standing over Harley's low cut dress. It was blue strapless dress with colorful flower that had a corset top with a zipper down the front, long yellow beaded earrings, and matching shoes and handbag. Her hair was up in some sort of a braided bun.
"I like her, she's funny," Harley stated, waving at a group of boys who had smiled at her. Kyoya glowered. Ever since the girls had become official hostess a few months ago, more boys have been coming to the host club. Although that was great for business, it did nothing to help Kyoya's growing jealousy.
They entered the cafeteria, got their lunch, and went to the table that everyone recognized as the 'Host' Table. Tamaki, Haruhi, Kaoru, Rose, Violet, Hikaru, Shay, Areily, Honey, and Mori were already there, eating lunch. The twin girls had made up already since they were wearing the same blue tie hem blouse, yellow skinny jeans, and blue converse with ponytails. There was still a bit of tense between them though since Hikaru and Kaoru sat between them with Violet next to Hikaru and Rose next to Kaoru. Areily, who wore a blue poka dot sweater with matching jeans and boots, sat next to Mori who had his arm around her. Shay was wearing a high waisted blue polka dot skirt, with a cropped superman t-shirt, superman converse, with matching earrings, nail polish, and baseball hat. Apparently it was Superman's birthday or something like that. The two sat down and were greeted by everyone.
"How was class?" Haruhi asked.
"Awesome! We have a new German teacher and she totally put David in his place," Harley said.
"David? What was he during here?" Violet asked.
"Oh, I forgot my lunch so he brought it for me," Harley replied. "And I guess he was disrupting class so Ms. Gleivy gave him detention." Their conversation moved on to other things as they had their lunch.
"Oh, I'm thinking about taking French next year," Rose stated. Everyone looked at her.
"Me too. Its a beautiful language," Haruhi agreed. All the other girls nodded, even Areily who was comfortably snuggled at Mori's side.
"WELL!" Tamaki boomed, with his eyes sparkling. "I know French, so it won't be any trouble for me to teach my lovely daughters!" He was flailing by now. The idea of being a teacher to his beautiful girls filled the slightly delusional man with joy.
"Uh, sure?" Haruhi answered. "Why not?"
"You know what? I don't want to learn French anymore," Rose said quickly.
"Yeah, me too," Violet agreed, catching on quickly. Areily nodded her head quickly in agreement.
"Yeah, Tamaki you should just teach Haruhi," Harley told the blonde. The rest of the minus excluding Tamaki caught onto the scheme.
"Yeah, totally," Kauro added, winking at Haruhi who was confused.
"You could use the Host Club room when its not in use to teach her," Kyoya added.
"Okay, if its okay with Tamaki," Haruhi responded. "Is it okay, senpai?" Tamaki's face was red. He was trying to hold back every part of him that wanted to jump over the table to squish Haruhi in his arms. Little mind films of Haruhi in a little schoolgirl outfit being instructed by him. That dirty pervert.
"Yeah, I'm completely fine with it," Tamaki said, containing himself.
"Good, you can give her lessons at the host club everyday at 3 until 3:45 when the host club starts," Kyoya stated as it scribbled it down in his notebook. 'Where the fuck does he keep that? Does he have a pocket in his skin or something?' Harley thought to herself. Then, the bell rang, and they made their ways back to their classes.
...
"Bonjour! Comment allez-vous? Mon nom est..." Tamaki repeated for the third time. He and Haruhi were sitting at one of the tables at the Host Club. He was trying to teach her French. [Hello! How are you?]
"Bonjour! Commat allez-vooz?" Haruhi repeated, trying to get it right.
"No, comment allez-vous," Tamaki corrected, gently.
"Vooz?" Haruhi said unsure.
"Vous," Tamaki instructed.
From a few couches away, Harley and Kyoya sat. Harley badly wanted to spy on one of her favorite ships. However Kyoya wouldn't let her once he noticed that she had taken binoculars out to look at them. So in order to contain her, Kyoya had sat down on one end of the couch, stretched his legs across the couch, and placing them on Harley's lap who was sitting on the other end. Harley pouted, unable to see the hidden intentions. Kyoya just kept a blank expression as he typed on his laptop on his lap.
"Meanie," Harley mumbled.
"Child," Kyoya responded. She pouted again.
"I'm tiirrrreeedddd!" She whined.
"So lay down and go to sleep," Kyoya offered. He moved his legs off her. Then, Harley did something Kyoya was never expecting. She leaned towards Kyoya, closed his laptop, and gently placed it on the coffee table in front of them. To add to his shock, Harley laid into Kyoya's side. She pulled him down next to him, picked up his arm, and put it beneath her head. She cuddled into him, and Kyoya moved to lay on his side to make room for them. And just like that, Harley knocked out.
Kyoya didn't know what to do so he just laid there. He wasn't tired so he couldn't sleep. He watched as her chest rose up and down. For a good fifteen minutes, he just heard her rhythmic breathing. Then she started to say something. He shifted slightly, thinking that she was awake. He waited for her to open her eyes, but she didn't. 'She must be sleep talking,' he assumed.
"Need to buy more eggs and socks," Harley murmured. "No more lollipops before bed." Kyoya chuckled slightly. She was such a strange girl.
"Nevermind need more lollipops," She mumbled again. This continued on as Harley mumbled nonsense about lollipops and toothpaste.
On the other side of the room, Haruhi was staring at Tamaki. The young man was hunched over a notebook writing the characters of the French alaphebet for Haruhi to study. His blonde hair had fallen over his forehead, and his purple eyes were filled with concentration.
'He looks different...' Haruhi thought. 'He looks normal...' It never occurred to Haruhi that Tamaki, the "Host Club King," could ever appear like anything less than some surreal unreachable deity. She knew that he had his moments and could be an idiot sometimes, but she never saw him as someone who would last in her life especially since she knew they came from two different worlds. He would go on to being the head of his family's company without even having to lift a finger with any girl that he wanted. While she would have to continue to work hard to get somewhere in life.
Now, it was as if someone had flipped a switch in her mind and had shifted her opinions. Maybe it was seeing girls just as poor and hardworking as herself be able to be happy with boys who were just as fortunate and wealthy as Tamaki. Or maybe it had something to do with the way that Tamaki's voice no longer sounded annoying and childish or that his antics appear more endearing and cute instead of frustrating and immature.
"And thats the French alaphebet," Tamaki announced pulling Haruhi out of her thoughts.
"Oh, thank you, Tamaki," Haruhi answered, looking at the notebook.
"Um, Haruhi?" Tamaki started to say. She looked up.
"Yes?" She responded. She noticed that his cheeks had gone red and his eyes wouldn't meet hers.
"Do-o you wanna go-o out?" Tamaki stuttered as his whole face went red.
"Go out where?" Haruhi asked bluntly.
"Um, never mind," He replied. Tamaki looked down, allowing his bangs to cover his eyes. Haruhi frowned. She knew something was wrong, but for the love of her she couldn't figure it out.
As an awkward silence settled between them, the Haruhi was painfully unaware of, Tamaki turned to look at his best friend and his faux daughter. He was surprised to see that they were stretched out on a couch, napping in each others arms. He was still amazed that such a fun and loud girl like Harley could get to Kyoya the way she did. Maybe there was some secret on how to make other people fall in love with you that Harley knew about. Maybe, Harley could tell him this secret. And maybe, just maybe, Tamaki will finally realize that Harley has no idea that Kyoya is in love with her.
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Shay holds only a four things close to her heart: her grandparents, her best friends, her collection of Batman and DC comics, and strawberries covered in whipped cream. During the limbo time in between the end of school and the beginning of the Host Club, Shay had chosen to spend it with her secret boyfriend, hiding in the school's garden maze, eating strawberries covered in whipped cream because thats the best thing any girl could do.
"But if Robin is Nightwing then how can he still be Batman's sidekick?" Honey asked the pink hair girl. They were laying on a little cliche red plaid blanket on the soft ground.
"Thats because Nightwing is the original Robin, Richard Grayson," Shay explained. "After him were other Robins like Jason, Tim, and Damian." She continued to blab on about Batman and how he's soooo much better than Superman despite being decked out in his logo. Mitsukuni nodded his head as if he understood and comprehended the stream of gibberish that came from Shay's lips. The day that Honey understood the complex characters and plot of the Batman comics is the day that Kyoya-chan marries Tamaki-chan.
"You're cute when you do that," Mitsukuni commented. Shay sat up slightly. A strand of long bubble gum colored hair escaped its imprisonment inside her Superman baseball cap. It fell across her face. Gently, Mitsukuni replace the strand of hair securely behind Shay's ear.
"Do what?" Shay asked.
"When you go on about things that make you happy," He answered. "Its cute because I can see that you really love it." He sat up slightly, looking at her clear blue eyes. "And I would love to be one of the few things that make you happy." He leaned in closer, allowing the tip of of their noses to rub. Shay looked into his honey colored eyes, allowing their warmth to embrace her.
You know when people say that when you kiss someone that your mind goes blank. Yeah that, that's bullshit. Because once Mitsukuni's lips touched Shay's lips, a thousands thoughts and emotions and feelings filled her head. The taste of his lips: sweet strawberries. The warmth of his arms as they snaked around her waist. The overpowering scent of roses that filled the garden. Was she kissing alright? Should she slip in some tongue? Or wait for him to do that? Nevermind. Looks like he already made that decision. She didn't even notice that her eyes had shut close.
Shay wasn't sure who pulled away first, but they had to stop for air. They pressed their foreheads against each other. Mitsukuni smiled at her. She returned the smile, and went in for another quick kiss. They laid back down onto the blanket, wrapped in each others arms.
"Tell me again about Nightwing and Robin," Honey mumbled. Shay smiled.
"I'd love to." Maybe, Shay had to add a fifth thing to the list of things that she loves.
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