Cellanous

chapter twelve : mute

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I ended the call and let the phone slip from my hand.

Japan was supposed to be the place of the rising sun. New beginnings. Amazing things.

What absolute bullshit that was.

Mute.

That was one the only word to really describe me for most of the day. Who wouldn't be after finally understanding what kind of stuff you had been going through? That, and I really did not have the energy to say anything. I mean, for god's sake, I had barely been able to drag myself from lunch and back since they didn't want us eating in the classrooms for whatever odd reason.

My eyes drifted to the fancy smancy SmartBoards in front of us, trying to ignore the blonde kid sitting in front of me who was turning around every ten seconds. Turns out, the guy's name was Tamaki Suoh, the chairman's son. I had quickly learned it after a couple weeks of the host club pestering the crap out of me. (Thankfully, they had seemed to get the clue or lost interest in me, by the third day.)

As time went on, the teacher continued droning on and Tamaki would continue turning around, again and again. Every once in a while, the teacher would notice and Tamaki would get scolded. I was starting to receive dirty looks from the other students, making it obvious that they thought I was making the idiot turn around on purpose in order to get him into trouble.

Wow. How boring these students were.

Yawning, I opened my notebook and laid my head inside. It was an old trick and one that never worked, but at the moment, I honestly didn't give a crap. My eyes were heavy and the teacher wasn't exactly paying attention.

Without a second thought, I let myself drift into sleep world.

.&.

My hand went up to cover my mouth as it stretched open to yawn, before making it's way to the back of my head, where the teacher had smacked with a book to wake me up. I had been able to get ten glorious minutes of nap time, before the teacher had noticed and made his way over to me. Thankfully, by that time, class was over and I basically tripped over myself to get out of the room.

I rubbed my eyes as I made my way over to the front of the school before wincing. One of my eyelashes managed to wriggle it's way onto my eyeball. What fun. As I struggled to relieve myself of the pain, I heard faint footsteps behind me. Being as people were leaving for home, I decided to ignore it, even though my gut was screaming run.

Why would my gut be doing that? I'm on a school campus, a rich school campus, and I highly doubt anyone would try to break in and kidnap any of these kids. I wouldn't. They're all way too annoying. I'd rather go to jail than be stuck in a room full of Ouran kids.

Finally succeeding in relieving my eyeball from the pain, I quickened my pace to get to the car. It was snowing after all, meaning a little bit of traffic was probably bound to happen. But I didn't get too far, before a pair of arms wrapped around my waist.

And lifted me from the ground.

And threw me over their shoulder.

And started jogging back into the school.

I blinked once, then twice, before looking down at the back of the person who had picked me up. Tall, broad shoulders, jet black hair . . . Morinozuka? Now why would he be doing this? I couldn't imagine him thinking up this act by himself, as it didn't seem like him. Perhaps the host club then? It seemed plenty like them.

Sighing, I shut my eyes, still overly exhausted. I had been really hoping to go straight home and take a long nap. Maybe call up some friends from America or check up on Michelle. Who knows. I was certainly not looking for this.

A moment later we were inside, judging by the blanket of warm air we had just, well, Morinozuka had just stepped into. I refused to open my eyes and I was getting drowsier by the moment. It would be a shame if I passed out and started drooling all over his back though.

With that thought in mind, I peeled open my eyelids and stared down at the ground . . . and well . . . his butt. Mm.

Thankfully, before I could form any coherent thoughts about his butt, we entered a room and he gently put me down on a couch. And it was a nice couch. One of those couches that was really expensive, looked like they were for show, but were super comfortable. Hot damn, sign me up.

I slid my messenger bag strap off of my shoulder and laid the bag in my lap, before looking up at the group surrounding me. Yup. The host club.

There were the twins standing to the left, arms hooked around each other. Morinozuka and Hunng were standing to my right, while the French half, Tamaki, and Kyouya were standing in the middle. Intimidating much? Suddenly, the door opened.

"Tamaki-senpai, I brought the coffee - oh, hello."

I peered around the circle to see the short guy with brown hair; the one I had mistaken as a girl at first due to the absence of, well, everything guyish. Maybe he was a transgender? That's interesting. Did they accept that in Japan? I didn't exactly know.

Looking back at the group of hosts, I yawned. "What do you guys want?"

Kyoya pushed up his glasses, with an all-knowing smirk on his face, while the newcomer silently set the jar of coffee dust onto the table. Disgusting. It was the cheap kind. Why not just get coffee from Starbucks?

I looked back at Kyoya, and that freaking smirk was still there.

Merde.

"You do know," he started, an arrogant tone in his voice, "that students are not allowed to work? The punishment is often suspension."

My mind went blank for a second, before realizing what he was talking about. Voice acting. But how had he found out - shit.

I breathed a sigh of relief once the doors shut behind me. "Bloody wankers."

"Oh, is that so?" a silky voice replied to my comment, in English as well.

Surprised, I looked up and saw the guy whom I had bumped into earlier. Kyouya Ootori. I merely smiled in reply.

He pushed his glasses back up his nose. "Leaving so soon?"

I gave a raised eyebrow in return. "I hadn't even planned on staying."

"Why would that be?"

This guy was a bit too nosy for my liking. Besides that, he was giving me an odd vibe.

Walking past him, I replied, "Work."

I nearly breathed a sigh of relief. This guy still didn't know what I was exactly doing. All he knew was that I was doing some type of work . . . which meant I would have to lie about a job. Which would lead to the fact that they'd probably stalk me at work. Goddamnit. Stupid mouth.

Realizing that they were waiting for an answer, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Okay? So you have some kind of leverage to use against me. Why would you drag me here?"

Kyoya readjusted his glasses. "Obviously, we're curious as to what an American girl whom passed out last month after playing a trumpet, because she forgot to take her pills that morning, could possibly be working at. Or for."

A sighed escaped my lips and my hands found their way to my cheeks, before moving upward to massage my eyes. What was I supposed to say to this? I couldn't let anyone find out what I was actually here for or my career of being a voice actor was going to be a good as dead. Merde.

[ oops, I haven't updated for like, what, three weeks? I'm really, really, really sorry, but I've just been incredibly busy and it's super crazy. I'll try to catch back up on my writing. On a side note, mind voting for this in the OHSHCWattys? And yo, guess who went to the ER yesterday because of body boarding?! lol. ]

- rico

dedicated to mochi-senpai bc tfios.