Mind Games (Ouran High School Host Club) Ch. 6

Night rose before the setting sun could reach its ending day. Smoldering colors of violet, blue, orange, and fiery red spread across the sky as I watch in silence. I lean my elbows against the balcony of my room. Cool chilly air wisp pass me, as it sends goose bumps across my arms. My hair was dripping wet for the recent shower, with a towel over my head, I lightly rub them dry. I was lost in my own thoughts to really dry my hair in the mid summer night. It's the season of dropping rain.

I sigh.

My sighs have started to be habit of mine. Just being in Ouran Academy for only a few days, and now I'm beginning to notice the changes in myself. I knew I was being influence by the Host Club.

"But still, it doesn't change what I feel towards that Club of theirs." I mumble aloud.

I knock was herd on my door.

"My Lady." Ann said.

"Yes?"

"Um, Mr. Ootori is here...again."

I turn my self around."What did you just say?"

"He's here." Ann said meekly.

I slap my forehead."Not again, and at the wrong time!"

"W-what should I do?"

"Just, like you did before." I order. This time, I didn't want to rush."And tell him I'll be down in a sec."

She nodded, and without a word, she closed the door behind her.

I made sure that I herd her footsteps disappears before I threw the towel across the room in frustration. My temper started to risen, but I struggle to hold back on throwing my lamp across the room too. Instead I punch the wall, and leaving a dent.

I grunted.

"This guy is starting to get on my last nerve."

(*)(*)(*)

"So what is it this time, Ootori?" I sneered at him.

He looked up from his tea cup, and at me. He seems to be wearing a regular outfit that doesn't have anything school relation; cotton blue sleeve shirt, and black dress pants and shoes.

His blank expression set my irritation on fire. I hated not knowing about what he's thinking. I think he is the only person I couldn't read as easily as other people which sets me in frustration.

"We need to discuss some issues, which relates about the Host Club." He spoke clearly and carefully."And those issues happen to be you."

"Me?" I blinked."I've only been in that room twice and I've already cause problems?"

Well, now I've thought about it. I did say some awful things to them the first day, but what did I do on the second day? I thought to myself.

"You see, since the incident of your ruckus on the first day, can cause a big problem. How could I explain this more simply..." Kyouya paused. Looking away for a split second and train his eyes back on me."People's first impression of you is extremely important to the Host Club, so that means that, if you want your dept to be repay, you need to change that first impression people have towards you."

"And what is their first impression of me?" I ask cautiously. I look down at my tea cup, look at my shadow reflect from the tea.

"Which group of "their" are you asking about?"

"There're groups? I ask.

"Yes. One is the whole student body, and the other is the Host Club."

"Then tell me both."

Kyouya light smiled."The Host club will put up with you."

"And what does that mean?" I ask; a bit insulted.

"Well, they don't really appreciate your attitude, and-"

"Okay, okay, I get it." I said. I let out a sigh."I'm sorry for being disrespectful."

I wanted to look away from him, so I made an excuse to sip my cup of Earl Grey for distraction. The light taste of the tea satisfies my taste bud.

"Apology accepted." He said."From me, that is."

I sigh, and set my tea cup to the side."Great, then six more Host to go."

"Now about the whole student body."

I nodded.

"They are a bit, how should I put it, curious about you?"

I raise my eyebrow in question.

"I don't understand." I said.

"Let's just say that you surprise them by your words." He explains."Like, first you didn't want to talk, and then the next thing when finally you say something, you talk with great passion within your words. It's almost like you are corrupting the true nature of this school."

"Are you saying that my words are affecting people, good and bad?"

Kyouya nodded."That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Which means...?"

"It means that you need to improve your influential words, and be more optimistic."

"But-"

"No butts, even if you can't change yourself, then try acting like you're being optimistic."

"You want me to lie?" I ask.

"If it's the best thing for the Host Club, then yes." Kyouya said.

"Then why did you force me to join in the first place, when you clearly know what chaos this could cause for your precious Host Club!" I snapped."I know you can come up with a lot of ideas of how I could repay you."

"That's true."

"Then why would you want to go all this way to only cause problems for your friends?" I demanded to know.

"Out of Curiosity."

"Out of...what?"

I watch as Kyouya stood himself up from his chair across from me. He walk up in front of me, and look down at me from where I sat. His hovering made me feel small, as I look up at him. He let out a smile, and bent down to rest his hands on my chair's arm rest, causing me to lean back against my chair.

I stare at him with wide eyes.

"Have you ever herd the phrase, "Curiosity kills a cat?"" Kyouya ask. His glasses gleam from the lights reflection.

"I...what?" I stuttered.

How did this conversation change so drastically?

"The more my curiosity grows, the more the cats across Japan will die." Kyouya whisper in mockery."You don't want those innocent little animals to die because of how curious I am of you, now do you?"

I shook my head.

"Then tell me. I even do anything you want, if you tell me..." He murmurs. He cupped my chin with one of his hand, as he leans closer till our faces were inches apart."…Everything about who you are, Mr. Kinmichi."

My heart race as I stare back at him in distraught. This guy, how he had used the same similar cunning, devious words. The same seductive gesture; the same smile I have presented to Renge was now being performed by Kyouya himself. The control he has from the moment I spoken the words he wanted to hear...

"I'll tell you everything."

Then I knew, I have been captured by him. The man behind his mind games—Kyouya Ootori.