Ouran Highschool Host Club Puppies?!

The Fight

???'s POV:

I burrowed deeper into the blankets snuggling into my big brother. Something I wouldn't admit to anyone who asked. Yeah so, I still sleep with my brother in middle school. F*ck it. I wasn't usually that type of lovey-dovey cuddley person and anyone who knew me knew that. I'm a type of person who gives you a fist punch as a high-five. A five second side-hug as a regular hug. I'd push you off the bed if I wasn't haunted by my past. I'd wake up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat from repeats of my past, screaming, crying even. It felt real everytime and it freaked me out. Then here comes Keith who is the total opposite of me saving me from my problems and playing the "Daddy" strippin'  my bed down to wash later and pulling me into his bed. Holding me close to where I can feel his heart slightly beating against mine. Whispering soothing words like, "calm yourself, baby, they can't get to you here." And, "I'm here for you." And all that baby talk sh*t that I hate but take it anyway.

I wake up by cold air greeting me. I try feeling for my heat-radiated brother by nothing slaps me in the face while cold air teased me. "Keeeeeiiiiith! Come back!" I whined, "I'm cold!"

"Then get dreeeesssed and then you'll be warrrrrrmm!" Keith mocked, his voice sounding like he was in the bathroom in his room. "It's a school day."

I toss the blankets aside and sit up, stretching. "Do I have to go to school?" I yawned.

"You already know the answer to that don't you?" Keith responded with a knowing tone of voice.

I sigh and run my fingers through my messy dark hair. "One day, I'll make you crack and let me miss a day or two. One day."

Keith chuckles. "Maybe in your dreams but in reality I'm a responsible parent slash brother."

"Most big brothers aren't responsible so you're failing at that part. You need to cut me some slack every once in awhile."

"Or not."

"Whatever." I say getting up and walking across the hall to my room to change.

I stare at the clothes in my closet. Mostly dark colors and different jackets. Some shirts here and there. A few jeans; blue and some other colors. A lot of unmentionables that noone will catch me dead in. I finally decide to wear my black Fall Out Boy T-shirt under my black jacket with the word "love" across the chest written out with the word love several times in white. I'd prefer "hate" written out in blood but whatever. I slip on some red skinny jeans to make my outfit "brighten up" and some red and black skechers.

I go to the bathroom down the hall to wash up and then back in my room lying on my bed on my back with my head dangling off the edge throwing a bouncy ball I got from the dentist off the wall out of boredom all ready to go. My sorry definition of fun. I didn't feel like eating breakfast so what else am I supposed to do? Can't watch TV in the morning in the living room. I got no toys or a electronic device to entertain me. I got no creative motivation for paper. Then after a while though, I get bored of that and let the ball bounce off the wall and roll under my bed. So, I pushed myself on the bed all the way with my legs propped up against the wall and I ponder life until Keith came in.

"You ready to go Ayakashi?" He asked with his hands on either side of thr doorway.

I look at him amused. He was wearing a long-sleeved red, white, and blue plaid button-down shirt that he left unbutton with no under shirt exposing his toned upper-body. His jeans hung loosely around his waist crying for a belt to help it up. His hair was unbrushed and still drench from a shower with a towel around his neck.

I gave him a half-smile thinking wrong. Had fun in that shower, eh, Keith? I realized he was looking at me confused and I shook my head tossing the thought away, "Yeah..." I say slowly. "I'm ready but, are you?"