My Name is Fire (OHSHC)

Chapter 8 - The Book, Part One

After the day ended, Anata-chan stepped out of the door and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Kyoya walked up to me, seeing my exaggerated sigh. "Don't tell me she was bad," he smirked, with a dark aura surrounding him.

"No, it's just I never expected an Ootori to be so....," I cringed. I was afraid to say she was sweet, because, looking at Kyoya, I'm not sure if that's a facade or not.

"Sweet?"

I scowled. Kyoya was too unpredictable, but it seemed wrong to compare him with Anata-chan. I paused for a moment, my face suddenly blank. "Wait, why would you introduce me to your sister?" I glared at him. "What the... you're up to something!"

Kyoya didn't bother to hide his smirk. "No, what...?" He let out a small laugh.

"No, indeed," I narrowed my eyes. "I'm watchin' you..."

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The next day, I was stumped. Okay, so Anata was a clumsy girl. She's the kind guys fawn over because of her cuteness. After a bunch of stuttering and a "b-b-bye!", she left.

I looked around for Kyoya, and saw he was too busy chastising Tamaki for going over the club's budget or something.

I spotted something out of place; something.... not pink. It was a dark blue sketchbook on the table. Grabbing it, I read "Ootori Anata" on the front. "Oh shoot," I muttered, getting ready to run out the door to stop her.

But. One. Mistake.

I flipped over the pages on reflex, catching sight of her sketches.

I dropped the book.

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She drew guys kissing and doing things I never wanted to even think about.

And that's how I got stumped.

"Oh, it's Anata's noteboo-" As Kyoya bent down to pick up the book, I grabbed it as quickly as I could.

"I'll give it to her!" I shouted. Letting him get it is the same thing as saying, "oh my goodness Kyoya, your sister's messed up real bad." Because I was nice, I took the sketchbook.

"Heh? I can take it."

"It's okay, I'll run after her and give it," I said. "I'm a faster runner than you."

Kyoya's anger meter rose a bit, but I never saw his reaction since I was out the door. I ran straight to my floor, making up a plan on how to give it back. If I give it back, she'll be thinking that I saw her.... yaoi. If I leave it in the club room so she sees it immediately tomorrow, she won't make a big fuss about finding it since it was her yaoi book.

Good plan.

If it fails, I'll probably be the next victim of her wild imagination.

(A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, the next one will be longer) ;P