Kagome cradled her head in growing frustration, her mental capacity for stupidity at its limits. Two weeks of anarchy within the club had the young miko at her wit's end.
First, the members had freaked out over the physical exams, all of them worrying about how to make sure Haruhi's and Kagome's true genders stayed a secret within the club. It had been a total fiasco with the members running around with their idiotic plans when all Kagome had to do was speak with Kyoya about securing a private scene for Haruhi and herself.
She could still remember the violet gleam in his silver eyes, how they had narrowed and how she could practically see the calculating plot he had prepared for her. His smirk had twisted his face in an evil serpent-like fashion. "It will cast you." It had come out as a smooth hiss of a deep baritone, made all the more ominous by his looming stature.
Just the memory had Kagome checking over her shoulder. A shiver ran down her spine as she caught his eyes that glittered intently with a Cheshire-like grin.
Her payment to the dark prince? A "simple" request that when the time came, she would have to return a favor of his choosing whenever he wanted.
Shoving down her sudden anxiety, Kagome stuck out her tongue before looking boredly back at her book. But found it hard to concentrate as her guests, who'd been studying with her, were talking about The Host Clubs movie.
She found it rather trying not to just snap at them as the topic had to do with the second most annoying thing to happen within the last couple of weeks. The psychotic french girl. She had been interfering with the club until just the other day.
It had been funny, at first, seeing as Kyoya had a human stalker. The girl had fawned over him, and because of their parents being business partners, Kyoya had done nothing to quell the girl's infatuation with him and the club in turn. It had ended in a bizarre twist in which they- the club members- had been in a movie; it had surprisingly been fun.
Kagome had been cast as Haruhi's childhood best friend, with a homosexual love for the other teen. They had been in a scene where Kagome was defending Haruhi from Mitsukuni, who'd been cast as a bully of the two. It had been fun to practice a small fight scene but come time for shooting, Renge had pushed for actual violence, and Mitsukuni had broken down into Kagome's arms, sobbing that he didn't want to hurt her. It had been nice to hold the older boy, he was so childish despite the strength that he held. For a moment, it had reminded her of holding Shippo, making the girl cry as she held him just as tight with a whisper 'I don't want to hurt you either Hani-senpai,.'
With the film ruined because of Renge's continued erratic and near impossible requests. She had left and then returned with a renewed crush on Haruhi and Kagome.
Let's just say Kagome was rather grateful when she was called to the Chairmen's office and excused from the rest of her Host Club duties.
Grabbing her bag, Kagome made her way to the office, not at all noticing the small blonde and his tall shadow that trailed behind.
Mitsukuni looked to Takahi when Kagome was called, a curious and equally worried look flashing in his honey gold eyes. His father had warned them to be on their best behavior, as the ruling Daiyoukai lord of all of Japan would be traveling to the school this afternoon.
He had only felt the Daiyoukai presence for a second. Still, it was a second long enough that when Kagome was called immediately after, the young blonde grew fearful for his friend. Mitsukuni was a powerful youkai on his own- stronger than anyone in his clan, a master of martial arts, but he would never stand a chance against the killer Daiyoukai.
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Youkai Academy
FanfictionOuran Academy, only the best, brightest, and richest children can attend. And apparently, they're youkai too! Kagome has a lot to deal with when she enters the school on a scholarship. With the Host club, she will definitely have an interesting expe...