The Host Club's Florist - An OHSHC Fanfiction

❀ Chapter 35 : Waxflower ❀

"Kyo-kun~" Fuyumi chirped barging in into Kyoya's room ignoring her little brothers frown at her entrance, "So, did you ask her?"

"I have not. It seems that I cannot find a good time to ask," Kyoya replied blandly putting down his bag and removing his tie, "Please do not rearrange my bedsheets nee-san."

"Don't you spend hours with her during club?" Fuyumi huffed putting her arms on her hips accusingly, "If you don't ask her soon she's bound to get snatched up by someone else, pretty girl too."

Kyoya's head snapped towards his sister confused, "What do you mean?"

"I may have asked your driver to snap a few photos," Fuyumi waved a few pictures in between her fingers, Sumire and Kyoya walking earlier towards the limousine, "You two look good together too."

Grabbing the photos Kyoya fumed red starting to rise in his cheeks, "This is outrageous, a breach of privacy. Unacceptable."

"Says the one that does background checks on everyone he comes across. Besides, you refuse to show me pictures of your little love bug and how can I help my dear little brother get a date?"

"I don't need help nee-san," Kyoya seethed spinning Fuyumi around and pushing her out of his room, "I'm just waiting for the right moment, and stay out of my room."

Sumire stood at the side watching the rest of the club play the daruma doll fell over game, Tamaki being the it. Haruhi wanted to drag her over so she wouldn't have to suffer alone but Sumire just got out of her grasp on time for Tamaki to haul her away. 

She let out a small laugh as Kyoya slid about ten feet forward even with Tamaki turning around as fast as he could.

"You are the female hostess, newest club member right? Do you mind a few questions?" the president of the newspaper club popped up with his underlings in the background taking photos. 

"Uh...?", Sumire glanced at Kyoya who was staring right back giving her a small nod, "Shoot, what's up?"

The president stepped forward prompting Sumire to step back, "So why did you join the host club?"

"Haruhi is my friend so I joined him in the club."

"And you are an honor student on a scholarship, correct?"

Sumire raised an eyebrow unsure of where it was going, "Yes I am."

"So you being in the host club is just another way of the Suoh's flaunting their power?" the president pressed jotting down notes.

"What?"

The president leaned forward, "You are the only female in the club, are they keeping you hostage? If you give me some dirt I can set you free."

Sumire scoffed, "I am here on my own accord and because the host club are very nice people and I have no idea why you are so adamant at spreading lies about them. If you would excuse me, I would rather have my time spent on something better."

Walking away Sumire bristled with annoyance heading over to Haruhi where they where playing kick the can, "Hey can I join?"

Tamaki spun her around happily, "My daughter I'm so glad you're spending time with family!"

For once Sumire smiled laughing hugging Tamaki back, "Me too."

Kyoya stared at them holding a can, Sumire waving when she caught his eye. 

"Alright!" Tamaki cheered, "Starlight kick!" he yelled kicking the can up in the sky and all the hosts scattered, Sumire about to walk off to hide somewhere when a hand held her shoulder stopping her in her tracks.