Cellanous

chapter seventeen : breathtaking

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Eyes sliding shut, I could feel the exhaustion from the day start to creep in as my words slowly came down to a bare whisper.

Before I passed out, only one question rang through my head; why the hell was I so tired?

"You wake her up!"

"Shut up Kaoru, you're going to wake the commoner up."

"Hikaru!" A very audible and emphasized gasp of shock. "How dare you say that in front of my daughter?! Haruhi is a very sensitive girl!"

A groan of absolute annoyance. "Senpai, I don't think you need to defend me."

Hooray for me; ain't I lucky person? I had fallen asleep and the host club had basically caught my slippin', throwback to 2014, yo. Not only that, it seems, turns out that Haruhi really is a girl, which should've been slightly obvious, but did it really matter in the end?

I guess I had let loose of some of my darling sarcasm, because someone poked my shoulder.

"See?" A flurry of movement. "You woke her up, Kaoru!"

Well, no use pretending to be sleeping anymore. Back aching, I stretched, raising my arms above my head and stretching my legs as well. Slowly blinking, it slowly registered that daylight had started to fade, signaling the end of today. A yawn breached my lips and I shifted myself up, while muttering some words that probably didn't make any sense. My thoughts were extremely clouded up and jumbled, a result of sleeping.

Rolling my neck, I observed the staring people who were standing before me, which only confirmed whom I knew were staring at me. Hand reaching up towards my neck, I rubbed it, before raising an eyebrow. "Club time over?"

Silence.

I frowned. Did I look bad or something? Did they not hear me?

"Something wrong?"

Met with an empty silence, which seemed to be filling with tension. Okay, that's great. Plain great. Then suddenly I remembered what had happened before passing out. The sneaking out, the call, the yelling . . . and the fucking singing. Cold fear started to ball up in my stomach, weighing it down. They couldn't have possibly heard me singing . . . right?

Deciding to swallow it and prompted, "Guys, what's - "

"Do you sing?"

My eyes shot to Hunny, slightly widened, but I kept most of my surprise and recoil underneath. Oh god, they had heard me sing. They had heard me sing; kill me now. Singing was something that I only used in times of extreme anxiety, a way of calming me down. Songs were full of set words, things that never changed and you could keep a song's rhythm and audio stuck and stored in the back of your mind for years.

It was calming, like reading from a script, something that could keep me grounded, but my mind off of things. I never sung for petty purposes. Not since I had been ten, six years ago. Hell, I could count how many times I had sung since then on my hands. I had found different ways of staying grounded considering you couldn't really break into song in plain public.

Eyes narrowed, I muttered a muddled no, before sliding myself off of the table. I made for the door, but someone's arm shot out and grabbed me. In response, I spun around and tried yanking my forearm from what seemed to be Takashi.

"Let me go,"I hissed, wanting to be anywhere but here.

Someone cleared their throat, which was distraction enough to stop my fighting. A certain man pushed up his glasses and gave a little smirk, obviously marking him as the origin of the sound. "Just hold on a tiny second Miss Kim. We have a but a small gift."