Kyoya's Secret Kitten

Chapter 2

I took a step into the room and instantly bowed deeply.

"I'm sorry I'm late Sensei, I'm new to the Academy and I got lost." I stayed bowed deeply; sweat forming little pearls on the small of my back as I waited nervously for the outburst that I was sure would come, but there was nothing. I tilted my head up just enough to look through the few tendrils of hair that had fallen forward. Instead of seeing a normal music room with pianos and chairs and students preparing for class, I see seven boys (at least that's what they looked like) dressed in their school uniforms like me, but there was no musical equipment and no other students. Six of the "boys" stood around a chair, well it was much more elaborate like a throne, that the seventh looked quite comfortable in. I assumed that he was the one in charge. I looked to the back and recognized one of them. When I realized who it was my heart skipped a beat and I nearly lost my balance and fell over. It was Kyoya Ootori. His tall, slim figure was rather intimidating and oddly attractive as he pushed his glasses up higher on the bridge of his nose. I quickly looked away to the other boys. Kyoya was standing with a pair of red heads, identical twins, on his right and a cute little dark haired girl on his left. She was dressed in a boy's uniform and had her hair cut short but I could tell she was a girl, just like me. I don't know why she was pretending to be a boy, but I had my reasons. Next to her stood a tall and rather strong looking boy with dark hair, he looked to me to be the kind of person who had very little to say. He carried a small boy on his shoulders and I had to do a double take. He looked like an elementary student, so small and cute, but I got the feeling that he was no ordinary student. I made a mental note of my intuition and looked to the last boy. He sat in the chair, his blonde hair flowing and his eyes sparkling. The way he looked at me, like he was trying to see inside my soul, it was a little creepy to be honest.

"My goodness, it isn't often that a boy comes to the host club." The blonde haired boy in the chair cooed as he flipped his hair, trying to be attractive I assumed but it only irritated me. I had to stop and process what he had just said.

"Host club?!?!" I thought to myself. "What the hell did I just walk into?" I gulped down my nervousness and confusion and took a deep breath. "H-h-host club?" I stammered aloud. I heard a chuckle from the back of the group. I looked up to see Kyoya once again pushing up his glasses but this time he had a slight smile on his face.

"Tamaki, when will you ever learn?" Kyoya chuckled through his hand. "This boy is obviously new, and lost." As he spoke he lifted the notebook in his hand, which until now had remained hidden, and began jotting down some notes. Although I was more than a little unnerved, I took a few deep breaths and righted myself. I did my best to mirror a look of cool indifference as I spoke.

"Since this isn't an actual class and none of you seem to be doing anything worth noting, would one of you mind helping me find the advanced musical performance class?" Suddenly it got so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and all eyes were on Tamaki, who was trembling.

"NOT WORTH NOTING!!?!?!" He jumped up from his chair and pointed his finger at me. Man this guy was annoying, like little kid on a sugar rush missing a nap annoying. "We bring true beauty to our guests and teach young men, such as yourself, how to properly behave towards women! How dare you insult the Ouran Host Club! Just who do you think you are?!" I stood there for a moment in silence, just to be sure that his temper tantrum was over.

"My name is Yuki Kasuka, and if you're not going to help me I'll have to find it on my own." I turned to leave only to see that Kyoya blocked my way. "What on earth is this?" I bellowed. Without thinking I immediately took my fighting stance and rushed forward before I realized what I was doing. I managed to stop myself about an inch from Kyoya's face. When I had stopped moving I simply glared at him, throwing every pent up ounce of rage and frustration into it. At first it looked as though he didn't even see me, but then he smiled ever so slightly. It sent shivers down my spine, and not the good kind either.

"Mr. Kasuka," He spoke so suddenly I almost jumped out of my skin. "would you please accompany me to the other room. There is something I would like to discuss with you." Everyone, including me, stared at him with confused expressions. He simply guided me to a set of doors on the far side of the room without any further explanation to myself or the others. As he gently forced me into the room I couldn't help but dread what might be about to occur.