The Host Club's Florist - An OHSHC Fanfiction

❀ Chapter 29 : Crocus ❀

The music room was quiet, the Zuka club had the decency to twirl out and get out of the awkward situation leaving the host standing around in silence.

Tamaki was the first to break and fell to the ground clutching his heart dramatically while the twins patted Tamaki's back looking at each other unsure themselves as to what to do. Cracking a joke wouldn't be a good idea.

 Honey sat on Mori's shoulders both of them looking out the window watching as their two club members walked farther and farther away. Kyoya stood beside his seniors, watching as well but he was more focused on the silver-haired girl that slowly shrunk in the distance. For once in his life he truly felt he had screwed up.

He was in no doubt the one responsible for the whole debacle, although the twins played a hand in taking Haruhi's pencil, he was the one who put the bracelet on the site. 

The day after the resort incident one of his father's men who were cleaning up handed it over, he knew only one person who wore a bracelet that day. The locking mechanism was damaged but easily replaced, but he didn't count that Sumire would find out considering she wasn't exactly looking for it, contrary to when she had lost her necklace when they were at the beach.

A pang of guilt slammed at him as the two girls turned the corner disappearing from sight. 

"Hey where we going anyways?" Haruhi finally asked looking at Sumire who looked more angry than she was initially. 

"I don't know I just wanted to get out of there," Sumire grumbled kicking a pebble, "That was pretty low, even for them."

"Tell me about it, wanna bet that they'll throw some kind of elaborate apology to win us back?"

"Probably, although right now Lobelia doesn't sound half bad, aside from that Zuka cult."

Haruhi stopped in her tracks a bit surprised, "Don't tell me you're actually considering their offer?"

"Of course not, but it's a good plan to torture the boys don't you think?" Sumire smirked, a plan brewing in her head.

She wasn't that upset about the bracelet, it was old and she was planning to get a new one anyways, she was more upset that Kyoya didn't ask for permission. She would have had allowed him to if he had. 

"Well I guess I could be a but more mad for longer too," Haruhi hummed placing her hands in her pockets, "Wanna grab some food before heading home?"

Sumire grinned feeling much better already, "Sounds great."

Music room three was completely silent, aside from the soft clinking of fork upon Honey's plate who looked just as depressed as Tamaki. They were all gathered around the big table they used for meetings, the two vacant seats somehow making the atmosphere more sad.

Hikaru broke the silence first, "We should head over and apologize to them," looking at Kaoru who nodded and looked at the rest of the club.

"I doubt that Haruhi and Ms. Shir- Sumire would like to see any of us," Kyoya replied monotonely, shutting his laptop down.

"Like you're one to talk we shouldn't have sold their stuff," Kaoru fired back at their vice-president. 

"Might I remind you that you two took Haruhi's pencil?"

"And weren't you the one that sold Sumire's bracelet?"

Kyoya took a moment before answering, "You are right. I apologize for causing this issue."

All heads snapped at Kyoya who remained still in his seat, giving a good poker face. The shadow king? Apologizing? What a sight to behold.

"There there Kyoya, I'm pretty sure we all forgive you, but we aren't the ones you should be apologizing to," Tamaki finally spoke up, as if rising from the dead.