The Princess and The Host Club

Chapter 3

It's been almost a week and every one, except Tamaki, acts like my warning towards Kyoya never happened. I was walking towards Music Room 3 when I heard girls giggling behind me. I turned around to see that they were whispering to each other. One of them looks really familiar. I turned back around.
"Excuse me?" One of the girls asks. I stop and face them.
"Yes?"
"Stay away from Tamaki." The same girl said. I scoffed.
"So that's what you want a girl, who hasn't seen him since I was 10, to stay away from her brother? Not happening." I say. They stared at me.
"That's no way to treat us slut." Another girl growls at me.
"What makes you think I'm a slut?" I ask, raiding an eyebrow. I see Kyoya turn the corner and I barely acnolige his presence.
"Um... uh." The girls are stumped.
"See. You say empty words. You have no proof that I'm a slut."
"Well... just stay away from the Host Club!" She yells. I just laugh and shake my head.
"Say what you want, but I wont listen."
"Oh yeah? What if I tell them your little secret." She says. I freeze. What? How does she know? Wait. That's why she looks familiar! She my enemy's girlfriend. Well, not so much as an enemy but a person who hates me that I could care less about. That's how she knows. I turn back around.
"You utter one word about my little 'secret' and you will regret it." I warn. I watch as Kyoya approaches us and stands by me.
"I believe threatening people isn't very nice. If I catch you doing it again, you will be banned from the Host Club." He warns them. I watch them as they have fear in thier eyes. They glare aft me as they turn around and walk away. Kyoya turns to me. 'So what st his little 'secret' your talking about?" He asks.
"Nothing." I say, heading towards Music Room 3 once again, with Kyoya close behind.

~time skip~

I help clean up the room when my phone goes off. I look at the caller ID and see that's it's a blocked number. I turn on my computer and connect it to my phone and answer. Everyone is staring at me in curiousity.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Hello wolf. I have something that you might want." The modified voice says at the other end of the phone.
"What is it?" I ask, painfully aware that the other can hear the conversation.

Kyoya's P.O.V.
"Hello?" (Y/n) says, connecting her phone to her computer.
"Hello wolf. I have something that you might want." A modified voice rings out from her computer. She narrows her eyes.
"What is it?"
"I have a file about you." The voice says. She widens her eyes in fear and narrows them again in suspicion.
"And how did you get them?" She asks.
"I hacked into the FBI website and found it." He says matter-of-factly. "Now. I want to make a deal with you."
"And that is?"
" I won't send the file to this Kyoya Ootori boy, if you don't tell the FBI about what I did."
"What's the catch?"
"smart girl. I get to visit you whenever I want." She hesitates.
"Let's change that little catch of yours. You can visit me during the summer, but when school starts back up, you leave, dissappear. And you can't visit during breaks either." She says. She can't be considering this, can she?
"Fine. So, do we have a deal?" He asks. (Y/n) looked at me and motioned for me to give her my computer. I did as told and she got onto my email. She shooed me away be fore answering.
"Deal." She sighed.
"Awesome. The file is now... deleted."He said before hanging up. My computer dinged, signaling that I got an email. I took a step closer and she glared at me. I stayed where I was as she check the email and typed away.

(Y/n)'s P.O.V.
I check the email and saw my file. Damn him! Little lying asshole. I skimmed through the email before sending it to my email and deleting the email for good. I gave Kyoya his computer back and went onto my email. I unplugged my phone and pick up my computer and sat on the couch.
The file had a picture of me when I was 11. I had (h/l) (h/c) hair and two different colored eyes. One blue, one gold. The file had my personal info (birthday, name, ect.) But one thing caught my eye. It was my relatives. Instead of saying Tamaki as my brother, it said Takashi Morinozuka. I froze. What? Is Tamaki not my acual brother? I asked myself. I closed my computer and called a friend of mine that lived in America.
Ring...ring...ring...
"Hello?" Her voice echoed in my head.
"Hey, Sasha. Could you do me a favor?" I asked, getting up and leaving the room. I paced around the dark room. The curtains were closed and the piano stood by the window, shadows casted on it.
"Sure. What do you need?" I started pacing.
"I want you to run my blood tests. Along with a few others."
"Ok. Who are the others?" She asks. I told her the names of my friends and she told me to hold on for a moment. I wait for an agonizing 5 minutes until she came back.
"I got the results. What do you want to know?" She asked. My heart hammered into my chest.
"Who I'm related to." I reply.
"Ok. Well it says that your brother is Takashi Morinozuka and your cousin is Mitskuni Haninozuka (don't know if I spelled that correctly). Anything else?" She asks.
"So... I'm not related to Tamaki?" I say,my voice cracking and raising a few octaves at the end.
"No. You're not. I'm sorry sweety." My heart pounded faster as I felt, and heard, the blood rushing to my ears. My throat became dry as I tried to think of something to say. All that came out was me yelling, pulling the phone away.
"WHAT?!" I scream. I hear footsteps coming towards the door and the door opening.
"(Y/n). What wrong?" Tamaki asks, frantically. I didn't even realize that I was shaking until I felt a hand on my shoulders. I look behind me to see Mori standing there, a blank look on his face, but worry in his eyes.
"(Y/n)? (Y/n)? Are you there?" I hear Sasha say. I put the phone back on my ear as I walk back into the other room, the others behind me.
"I-I'm fine. Thanks Sasha." I stutter.
"No problem sweety. If you need anything else, just call me. Ok?" She says.
"Ok. Bye." I say, hanging up. I sit down on a chair and set my computer down. I open it and open the email back up. Making sure that nothing too secret is showing, I motion for everyone to look at the screen. They all croud around me. U point to the relatives and wait. Tamaki starts crying while Honey is jumping up and down because he has another cousin. Mori just looks at me and smiles. Every one else is and a loss for words. Tamaki finally calms down and asks the question that was on everyone's mind.
"So. If your Mori's sister, then how did you end up with my family?" He asks. I just shake my head. I can't respond. My body is shaking violently as I try to calm my heart rate. Key word 'tried'. I began to breath faster and faster. Hyperventilating, I pull my knees to my chest and tried to think of something else. I failed. My mind ran with questions as I went through the panic attack. I used to get these when I was in America for about a year, after I turned 11. once I was 12, I stopped getting them, but they acastionally came. The panic attack started getting worse when my asthma kicked in. I could barely breath as I pointed to my bag, then patted my chest. Kyoya understood and went to retrieve my bag.
He came back, my inhaler in hand, and gave it to me. I quickly went through the process of trying to breath, but it didn't work, it helped a little, but not much. Oh no. It can't be happening now. I don't have the right inhaler yet! I pulled out my phone and called Sasha again.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Sasha... inhaler... don't have... it." I managed before dropping the phone and passing out.