My Name is Fire (OHSHC)

Chapter Two - Cousin and Introvert

"You're my cousin?!" Tamaki exclaimed in surprise. I looked past him, and saw even Kyoya with raised eyebrows.

"Oh wow, I totally didn't know," I deadpanned, earning a glare from Tamaki. "Did the chairman tell you during lunch?" He nodded dumbly. "I still can't believe you forgot me, Tama-tan," I sighed.

"Tama-tan?"

"Yuh-huh, genius, that's what I called you... what? Ten years ago?" I thought out loud.

"How am I even related to you?!" Tamaki said in a somewhat loud voice, gesturing to his bright blonde hair and my own ashy black hair.

"I'm full Japanese, my dad had black hair, and the chairman's my mom's bro," I said, relaxing in my seat. The bell was about to ring for afternoon classes. "Not my fault I didn't get those 'refreshing' genes."

"I beg to differ, Fire-san," Kyoya interrupted, "But girls are all swooning over you."

"I hate to change the topic to the Host Club, Kyoya, but they are swooning not because of my personality," I said matter-of-factly. "Back to the topic at hand; I can't believe you didn't even know that your cousin coming from the States enrolled in your school." I gazed accusingly to Tamaki.

"How was I supposed to know?!"

"I'm friggin' family!" I shouted at him, careful not to attract attention. "I'd think Kyoya would've told you, being from the family he is from."

To my surprise, Kyoya's pencil broke, and the bell rang for class to begin. Unable to answer my previous statement, the two went back to their seats.

During class, I once again one-upped the sensei, earning me yet another stack of paper work I have to do. When I graded the papers, I thought deeply into Kyoya's frustration ever since the morning. I mean, I've only been here for one friggin' day and he's been looking at me with this type of look; it's unsettling, to say the least.

I had a slight idea, but I kept it to myself.

The rest of the afternoon classes followed the example of math class; having repeatedly graded papers, I was tired. In my last class, social studies, I found myself being so sucked in to grading papers, I didn't realize the bell had rung.

"Oi, Cousin!" Tamaki waved his hand right before my face, and, by reflex, I took it and twisted it.

"Oh, wait, it's you," I realized, dropping the hand. Tamaki held it close to him in pain, being driven to a corner growing mushrooms. "Oh hey, the 'emo corner' thing's developed; he grows mushrooms now," I commented.

"It's the end of school, Fire-san, you should pack up. One of my drivers can drive you home if you don't want to stay for the Host Club," Kyoya offered.

"Naw, I don't need a ride home," I replied. "I live in the Platform."

"The 'Platform?'" both Kyoya and Tamaki questioned, Tamaki revived from depression.

"It's the special honors' floor; a whole part of it is opened only to me. The chairman said if I didn't want to live in the main or second Suoh mansion, he'd set up a living space in the school for me," I explained. "The school lights are dimmed at night, but the Platform is lit all day running on solar panels. It's not scary, really."

"So, it won't be hard on you if you joined the Host Club," Kyoya slyly pointed out.

"Oh, shut up; like heck I would hang out there without anything in exchange for profit," I countered. "I can do things like sell things for the club, but I'll be taking 10% of the profit made from my things."

"6%."

"Psh, like I'd take that."

"7%."

"Screw this, I'm going to the Platform," I said, taking my stuff.