Actually, no, she wasn't.
Yuki's instincts told her to run. She ended up at Haruhi's. Yuki was afraid that she was left alone. Maybe Tamaki was with her, but she had to be sure. It took a while for Haruhi to let Yuki in, but there was a clap of thunder and Haruhi bolted.
"Hey." Yuki greeted when she spotted Haruhi on the kitchen floor, her back against the cabinets, with her hands clapped over her ears. Yuki never really believed Haruhi when she told her that she was afraid of thunder and lightning. But seeing Haruhi in this state was a little scary...this is why Tamaki stays with Haruhi during a storm.
Yuki sat down next to Haruhi.
"So, are you okay?" Yuki asked quietly. Haruhi nodded and looked very embarrassed.
"Thanks, Yuki. I feel a lot better." Haruhi replied.
"It's nothing. I just want to help in anyway I can. You're really important to me." Yuki assured.
"Uh, thanks, I guess. You're important to me too. It's nice to have someone in the club who understands me a bit more than those rich bastards." Yuki laughed.
"Tell me about it. They act like they run the whole world and don't really value anything. I asked Kyoya for help for geometry homework and he said my calculator was a piece of crap and threw it out! I paid a lot of money for that!" Haruhi giggled.
"He's like some kind of heartless tax collector to us sometimes."
"I know! Everything I do just adds to my debt." Haruhi giggled and nodded in agreement.
"But you too are great for each other. You're really bringing out a good side in him." Yuki laughed.
"Good one. Seems like the same four eyed jackass to me." Yuki said. "But I'm really crazy about him..." She added quietly.
"It seems more like you feel that way towards the rest of the host club." Haruhi suggested.
"The host club is my family...I really do love them. I love that everyone can just be themselves and how Tamaki-senpai encourages that in such an inspiring way... After all the crap I've gone through, they've been there. I feel so bad sometimes because all I do is bring crazy, unrealistic trouble. They've been so supportive...they're my family that was there when mine fell apart. I don't want anything to happen to them. I don't want anyone to hurt my new family. Each and every one of them are close in my heart. I owe them so much..."
Haruhi didn't know how to respond. She had already figured this out. Yuki definitely viewed the host club as her family. It was obvious. Yuki was so protective. She didn't want to lose this family either. This family took care of her and was there for her. Haruhi didn't blame Yuki for acting and feeling that way.
"It's not just the host club. When you see someone being bullied, you go right in and stop it." Haruhi replied.
"I can't stand bullying. It's awful. It's sometimes why a lot of people kill themselves. And I don't want anyone to kill themselves. I just call it when I see it and do my best to end it." Yuki explained.
"I think that's great. You have a big heart." Yuki rolled her eyes.
"I wish I was more like you. You're smart and calm and everyone likes you and loves to be around you." Yuki protested.
"We aren't so different. We both cross dress as boys to work in a host club." Haruhi pointed out. Yuki scowled.
"That doesn't count."
"You know, as much as a pain in the ass they are, I'm kind of glad I accidentally broke the vase." Haruhi confessed.
"I'm not." Yuki said bluntly. Haruhi laughed. "I'm stuck in a debt. But I'm glad I stumbled upon the host club and met Kyoya..." She trailed off. Yuki immediately got butterflies in her stomach and felt very giddy.
"But you can get yours paid off if you ask your dad." Haruhi pointed out.
"I will never do that. Even though he's my dad, he's still a stranger to me. Accepting money from him wouldn't be right. It wouldn't feel like I really paid it off." Yuki explained. She did not want to talk about her dad. It was still weighing heavy on her shoulders about his offer to America. "Hey, Haruhi? If you were given the opportunity to go to America, would you take it?"
Haruhi thought for a moment. "Depends. Like for a vacation?"
"More like to live and study there."
"I don't know. I've always wanted to study abroad, but I'm jut not really sure I'd live there. I'd have to give it some more thought. Why? Is this about Hazuki asking you to come with her to America?" Yuki nodded.
"I was recently informed Akina and my brothers are going as well. But I think I'm going to stay here. I have my debt. And I want to be with Kyoya." Yuki murmured.
"Just follow your heart. No matter what you choose, we'll be supportive and stick with you all the way. We'll always be there for you, just like you're always are there for us." And Yuki was growing unsure. She may never see her family again, unless her mom gets released from jail. But her baby sister and her twin and her brothers and her dad...they'll all be gone...
"So what's going on with you and Tamaki-senpai?" Yuki asked suddenly. Haruhi's eyes widened and her face flushed a little.
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh okay. You still are oblivious."
"Oblivious to what? What the hell are you talking about?"
"You have a thing for him! There's chemistry with you two! I see it all the time. Make a move already!"
"I-I don't know what you're t-talking about! I don't have a thing for T-Tamaki-s-senpai!" But Haruhi's face was starting to turn pink. She looked away. "He's more like a father figure to me anyway." Yuki rolled her eyes. There was a loud crash of thunder. Haruhi yelped and put her hands over her ears and closed her eyes tightly.
"Here. Put these on. I'm going to go check the weather channel." Yuki commanded, giving her some headphones. Haruhi put them on.
"Thanks." Haruhi said. Yuki nodded and rose. She found the remote and turned on the television.
"This just in...there is a missing little girl by the name of Ikeda Shirayuki, but responds to Yuki. Yuki has short black hair and red-violet eyes. She was last seen with her guardian, Ohtori Kyoya in a yellow and purple dress. If you see Yuki, please call her guardians, Suoh Tamaki or Ohtori Kyoya..."
Yuki sweat dropped, unable to respond. She flipped the channel to the weather channel and then turned off the tv. Haruhi took off her headphones when Yuki approached.
"It's only supposed to rain today. The rest of the week is going to be sunny, but they can be very unreliable." Yuki grumbled as she sat down.
"What's wrong?"
"Damn host club...they broadcasted a search for me because I ditched Kyoya to come here." Yuki replied.
"They did that one time to Kyoya-senpai. They dragged him to a department store and then sort of abandoned him. He didn't have a wallet or cellphone on him and was lost. I was there and ran into him. But on the intercom, it was announced of a lost little boy, named Ohtori Kyoya and should be returned to his guardian, Suoh Tamaki." Haruhi explained. Yuki snorted.
"Was it one of our department stores?" Haruhi nodded.
"Apparently, it was Tamaki-senpai's idea to go on a field trip. But I got to know Kyoya-senpai a lot better. You know with his brothers and dad and everything."
"Sometimes I really hate that. At times, its all he can think about. And he can be really hard on himself about it sometimes. Fuyumi-san and I worry about him sometimes." Yuki murmured. Her heart was aching.
"Fuyumi-San?"
"Kyoya's older sister. She's married and everything, but she visits. I like her. She's really kind and sweet and cares a lot about Kyoya. We talk whenever she's home. Her and I try to help Kyoya, but he gets annoyed." Yuki shrugs.
"I didn't know that." Haruhi remarked.
"Do you know anything about his mom?" Yuki asked.
"His mom? I thought he had..." Haruhi trailed off.
"So, no, huh?"
"No, sorry. Why don't you ask him?" Haruhi suggested.
"I did. He just said, 'not in the picture.' I think its a touchy subject for him or something because he won't talk anymore about her." Yuki explained. Haruhi shrugged.
"It's really none of our business anyway." Haruhi murmured. There's a loud roll of thunder. Haruhi yelps and puts her headphones back on. Yuki thought about Haruhi's mom. Kyoya had told her that Haruhi had lost her mom when she was very young. Yuki pitied Haruhi. She could never imagine losing her mom or dad even after all they put her through... The thought made her want to cry. Yuki did have fond memories of her mom when she little, but Yuki at times wonder if it was just figments of her imagination.
And this brought Yuki to remember what Kyoya had told her once. "My father used to take me out every Saturday to the theater, concert halls, or museums. It would be just the two of us. I remember each and every one of those outings perfectly. They were my favorite day of the week. Something to look forward to. I don't allow my current relationship with my father to cheapen those memories."
Yuki wasn't sure what it was that made her recall him telling her that.
Haruhi's red cellphone began to ring, interrupting Yuki's thoughts. Haruhi checked the caller ID and then pushed it towards Yuki. She saw Kyoya's picture and sighed. She forgot that she sort of ditched him to go see Haruhi.
"Hello?" Yuki answered.
"YUKI!" The host club screamed so loud Yuki had to keep the phone at a distance.
"She's alive!" The twins cheered.
"Are my dearest Yuki and Haruhi okay? They're not kidnapped?! They're not dead!?" Yuki rolled her eyes and listened to them dramatically go on and on. Yuki longed to hear Kyoya's voice.
"Where the hell are you!?" Kyoya demanded, startling Yuki.
"Haruhi's..." She replied quietly. "Sorry. I forgot to tell you. I was worried so I went to Haruhi's."
"Don't move. I'll be right over." He growled and then hung up. Yuki gave Haruhi her phone back. Haruhi removed her headphones.
"Everything okay?" She asked.
"Kyoya's mad because I ditched him in a subway station." Yuki sighed. "So, before I joined the host club, what did you guys dress up as?" The question was completely random, but Yuki wanted to make conversation.
"Um, well...there was an Arabian theme...Hawaiian...police officer...drag queen-"
"Drag what!?"
"Yeah. There was the one time where everyone except for me and Mori-senpai dressed as drag queens, excessive makeup and big hair." Haruhi replied. Yuki laughed.
"How the hell did Tamaki-senpai get Kyoya to do it!?"
"Beats me. I was surprised too."
"Do you have pictures?"
"Actually, yes. Hikaru and Kaoru gave me some somewhere..." Haruhi rose. She walked to her room and returned with a box of pictures. There were a lot of group shots, but also individual shots. Hikaru and Kaoru making silly faces, Hunny eating cake, Mori standing emotionless, Tamaki in his corner or bouncing off a wall, Kyoya typing away at his laptop or writing in his notebook.
Yuki spotted the drag queen group picture and grinned. There were several of these photos, actually. She laughed. They all looked ridiculous except for Mori because he looked normal and Haruhi because she wasn't in them. Yuki spotted another picture and pulled it out. It was Kyoya sitting casually. He was in a police uniform and wore aviator sunglasses with a smirk on his face. She realized that she greatly missed him even though it hasn't been that long that they've been apart.
"Oh god. He looks so damn hot." Yuki breathed. Yuki loved this picture. Kyoya looked so damn attractive in a uniform. "He's just so...!" Haruhi giggled.
"I never thought you'd fangirl like that."
"But just look at him! I know this is creepy but he looks so perfect and hot! Like holy crap!" Haruhi laughed.
"You've got it bad. Keep those two. You can blackmail him with the drag queen one."
"Won't that be an interesting turn of the tables? I doubt it'll work, but thanks. Hey Haruhi? When's your birthday?"
"February 4th." She replied. "When's yours?"
"December 21st." Yuki answered. "When's everyone else's?"
"Tamaki-senpai's is April 8th, I think. I always think its April 8th or April 1st, but I'm pretty sure it's the eighth."
"Akina's is April 1st." Yuki announced.
"That's cool. That'll help me remember theirs. Um, Hikaru and Kaoru's is June 9th. Hunny-senpai's is February 29th." Yuki snorted at the irony. "Mori-senpai's is easy to remember too. It's May 5th, Boys' Day. And Kyoya's is November 22nd."
Yuki stood up and looked out the window. "It stopped storming, Haruhi. They should be here soon."
"Oh, goody..." Haruhi grumbled. She gathered up the pictures in her box and went to put them away. Yuki couldn't wait to see Kyoya. Just to run into his arms and hug him and kiss him. She doesn't know why she feels this way, but she was very excited. Butterflies were fluttering in her stomach.
Yuki spotted a picture on the ground. Haruhi must've dropped it. Yuki bent over to pick it up, but right when she did, the door flung open.
"OH HARUHI~!" Tamaki, the twins, and Hunny called. And their six pairs of eyes fell on Yuki, who was bent over picking up the photograph. The twins ams Tamaki got nosebleeds and fell back. Hunny poked their bodies while clutching Usa-chan. Yuki, oblivious, turned around and saw Kyoya. He did not have a nosebleed, but he did blush a little.
"Kyoya!" She called and rushed up to him. He was dressed in fresh, clean, dry clothes, unlike Yuki who was still in her cold, damp dress. Yuki leapt into his arms and he caught in surprise and ease. She wrapped her legs around him and her arms around his neck.
"Is everything okay?" He asked.
"Everything's fine. I just really missed you." Yuki replied. He smirked and Yuki kissed him. He returned the kiss in content. They broke away when they ran out of air.
"So, Pikachus, huh?" He asked teasingly. Yuki realized he was referring to her panties and she blushed a dark red. She jumped off Kyoya and kept her head down, embarrassed.
"Why is it so quiet?" Haruhi asked as she entered. She spotted the twins and Tamaki on the floor. "What happened?"
"Haru-chan! We all walked in to see Yuki-chan's underwear and Tama-chan and Hika-chan and Kao-chan all got nosebleeds and passed out! Do you have any cake?" Haruhi sweat dropped. Yuki went to go in Tamaki's corner of woe, but Kyoya pulled her back and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Haruhi! My daughter dearest! Come to daddy!" Tamaki suddenly yelled, jumping to his feet and running to Haruhi with open arms. Haruhi stepped out of the way, and Tamaki ran into the wall. "Mom! Haruhi is being disrespectful to her daddy!"
"Oh, Yuki! We were so worried about you! You must've gotten lost! There there!" The twins pulled Yuki and sandwiched her between them. They hugged her and stroked her hair. Yuki rolled her eyes and grew irritated. She scrambled out of their grasp and sighed.
"Oh, that reminds me, Haruhi. You dropped this." Yuki handed Haruhi the picture she picked up off the floor. It was the host club as a whole, including Yuki. They were laughing and smiling and having a good time.
"You can keep that one too, if you'd like."
"Really? Thanks!"
"What are these two you have there, Yuki?" The twins asked, leaning towards her. They tried to get the pictures out of her hand, but she backed up and held them at a good distance behind them.
"Nothing! Nothing at all!" Yuki assured. They were snatched out of her hands from behind. Yuki spun around as Kyoya examined them. He chuckled.
"So, you like the uniform, huh?" He asked teasingly. Yuki blushed furiously. The twins and Tamaki joined Kyoya at his side and examined the pictures. Hunny jumped up and down repeatedly, trying to see for himself.
"Oh that time...the drag queen costumes..." The twins murmured, a little embarrassed.
"Yuki seems interested in our costumes. How about you decide our next ones?" Kyoya suggested, but he had an evil twinkle in his eye. What's he up to?
"Brilliant idea, Kyoya! I was just thinking the same thing!" Tamaki agreed, patting Kyoya on the back.
"Eh!? Me!?" Yuki cried. And then she got an idea. This was her chance to cosplay without paying a dime! "I got it! We are going to cosplay as Precure!" Yuki declared. They all sweat dropped.
"Isn't Precure..." Hikaru bean.
"A little girl show?" Kaoru finished.
"Shut up! It is not! It is one of my favorite shows of all time! I wake up early every Saturday just to watch it!" Yuki protested. "Now lets see...I think Mori-senpai should be Cure Moonlight because he's tall like her. And then Hunny-senpai could be Cure Muse because she's the smallest and just so damn adorable. Hikaru and Kaoru could either be Cure Rouge and Cure Sunny, Cure Lemonade and Cure Peace, Cure Mint and Cure March, or Cure Aqua and Cure Beauty. But you two could also be Cure Black and Cure Bloom or Cure White and Cure Egret. Or even maybe one of the duos! Like Cure Black and Cure White, Cure Bloom and Cure Egret, Cure Blossom and Cure Marine, or Cure Melody and Cure Rhythm! Hmmm...decisions... Now Tamaki-senpai, you're pretty ditzy so maybe you should be Cure Dream. But Cure Melody plays the piano..."
"What the hell is she talking about..." The host club muttered.
"It's decided!" Yuki suddenly cried. "Since there's eight of us, we can just be all of the lead Cures! Mori-senpai and Hunny-senpai will be Cure Black and Cure Bloom! Hikaru and Kaoru will be Cure Peach and Cure Heart! Kyoya and Tamaki-senpai will be Cure Blossom and Cure Melody! And Haruhi and I will be Cure Happy and Cure Dream!" Yuki paused. "But wait...we could also do the duos because their more suiting to our personalities... Kyoya and Tamaki-senpai will be Cure Blossom and Cure Marine. Hunny-sempai and Mori-senpai will be Cure Bloom and Cure Egret. Hikaru and Kaoru will be Cure Melody and Cure Rhythm. And Haruhi and I will be Cure Black and Cure White! Oh! I can't decide!"
"What's Precure?" Tamaki asked, dumbfounded.
"Each series features a group of young girls, typically fourteen-year-old middle schoolers, who can transform into the titular magical girl superheroines in order to protect the Earth and, on some occasions, parallel worlds. Unlike most magical girls who combat monsters with magical powers, the Pretty Cures use martial arts and hand to hand combat. However, they do use various magical items, such as their transformation devices and various weapons or artifacts that vastly improve their power later on.
"The Pretty Cures are assisted by magical creatures from other worlds, usually referred to as fairies. The Pretty Cures always face an evil trying to take over either the Earth or the parallel world that the fairies come from. The monsters that this villainous group creates either come from dark energy or an evil artifact causing an object on Earth to become possessed by its evil spirit. To destroy the monsters after defeating them in battle, the Pretty Cures use their magical powers and weapons to purify the monster back into its original form. In some of the series, there may be a benefit or reward for the Pretty Cures upon the defeat of the monster, while in others, the summoning of these monsters may bring the villains closer to their goal." Kyoya explained, affixing his glasses on his nose.
"No! We are not doing Precure!" The twins and Tamaki snapped.
"Aw c'mon! It'll be fun!"
"No!"
"Fine..." Yuki pouted. "What about Hetalia?"
"You watch too much anime..." Haruhi muttered.
"What's Hetalia?" They asked. Yuki face palmed.
"Hetalia was a web comic that was adapted into an anime and manga. The characters are personification of the countries and uses both negative and positive stereotypes to define their personalities. It centers around Axis and Allies powers of World War ll, being Germany, Japan, Italy, America, England, Russia, China, and France. But it also has personified 34 other countries so far. The episodes sometimes actually follow the plot line of World War ll, but they also take place during other historical events, modern holidays, or no specific time whatsoever." Kyoya explained, pushing his glasses up his nose.
"And they're all male except for Hungary, Belgium, Liechtenstein, Ukraine, Belarus, Wy, Seychelles, Taiwan, and Vietnam." Yuki added. "But lets just stick to the main characters. Tamaki-senpai, you're obviously going to be France. Haruhi, you are going to be China. Mori-senpai will be Russia because you're both so tall. Kyoya will be Germany. And you can speak German too. Heehee. Anyway, Hikaru, you are going to be America and Kaoru will be Japan! Hunny-senpai, you will be Italy! And that leaves me with...England..." The twins snorted.
"Suiting." Kaoru said.
"We better tick her off enough so she will speak in that British accent of hers." Hikaru added.
"I don't have a damn British accent!" Yuki snapped, but ironically, it came through. They laughed. She ignored them.
"Now, a lot of you can just be yourself! But Haruhi, you'll have to end a lot of your sentences with -aru. Mori-senpai, you'll have to carry around sunflowers and pipes. Hunny-senpai, I'll bake you cake in the shape of pasta because Italy loves pasta. You can just basically get by with saying 'PASSSSTTAAAA~.' And also, Hunny-senpai, you're going to have to call Kyoya Doitsu instead of Kyo-chan. Hikaru, I guess just say that you're the hero a lot, I guess. And Kaoru, quiet down a bit, I guess. Tamaki-senpai you can use all the French you want. You too, Kyoya, with your German. Those languages are your favorite classes, right guys?"
"But then does that mean that you and I will have to speak English?" Hikaru asked.
"English is both your worst subjects." Kaoru reminded. Yuki and Hikaru hung their heads in shame.
"Whatever. I'm done thinking. Everyone's homework is to watch every season of Hetalia! There's a total of five seasons and 111 episodes!" Yuki instructed.
"WHAT!?"
"Never fear, ladies and gentlemen! Lets all have a Hetalia marathon here with Haruhi!" Tamaki decreed.
"I can get it on Netflix." Haruhi announced as she began to set it up on her television reluctantly. The twins made popcorn as everyone else got comfortable on the couch and floor.
"I've already seen it." Yuki fake yawned. "I'm tired. Good night everyone!" Yuki was about to make her escape when Kyoya grabbed her wrist.
"It's only four. If I have to stay, you are too." Kyoya said. "And by the way, you're paying for all of the costumes."
"I figured. But anyway, there's no room for me. So I better go." She tried to pull away, but Kyoya pulled her down on his lap.
"There's room right here." Her face turned bright red as he wrapped his arms around her.
"I weigh too much."
"I don't think so." She began to relax in his arms and lean into him as he held her tightly, yet delicately. But the thought of moving to America still stuck in her mind. She shook her head. No. Yuki believed that if she left Kyoya, her heart would break in millions of pieces. This is where she always wants to be. No where else.
Author: I feel like if Bisco Hatori read this...she would frown upon it and shun me. I'm trying to write the host club of how they'd react in these situations, but I'm failing and I'm afraid I'm changing them too much and unlike their true characters... OTL.