Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

What Happened Last Night?

"Haruhi?" The girl looked up from the counter she was wiping down at the sound of her father's voice. "Is something wrong with Kyoko?" He bit his glossy bottom lip pensively as he stared in the direction of the entrance room. "She seems a bit...distracted..."

Haruhi followed his gaze to where Kyoko was reading a book. She had been staring at the same page for about twenty minutes now with the exact same blank expression on her face. As they watched, her face suddenly flamed red and she buried her face in the pages for a few seconds, before seeming to shake off whatever had come over her and try to return back to her reading.

"She's been like that for the whole day," Ryouji lamented. None of her behaviour indicated that she was ill, but there was clearly something on her mind. "Did something happen at the party last night?"

Haruhi looked away immediately, and went back to cleaning with more vigour than necessary. "No, I don't think so," she replied quickly. "She'll be fine, don't worry about her. Hey, don't you need to go to work now? You don't want to be late!"

Ryouji frowned at his daughter's obvious attempt to end the conversation, but chose not to question her as he was quickly (and somewhat forcibly) herded out of the house. His niece wasn't acting sad or depressed, so whatever had happened with her probably hadn't been that bad. The uncle sighed, lifted his shoulders in a delicate shrug, and decided to leave things for now.

Inside the apartment, Haruhi plopped herself down beside her cousin and waited to be noticed. Kyoko's distracted dark blue eyes met her narrowed dark brown ones, and Haruhi frowned. "You're oddly quiet today," she commented. "Mind telling me what's wrong?" She asked, her tone equal parts sarcastic and genuinely concerned.

Kyoko's expression changed for the first time in the past hour. "You know what happened, Haruhi!" She wrinkled her nose, furrowed her brow and pouted. "They kissed me! Both of them!" She buried her face in the book again, and then decided that the paper pages weren't comfortable enough. She replaced it with her arms, which were a far more comfortable cushion for her to groan into. Which she did. Loudly.

The twins had commandeered a limo to take both of them home the night before, since it was late and Kyoko was in too much of a daze to walk home. Haruhi was certain she would have probably gotten lost or something.

Her eyes slid down, and she frowned. "Where'd you get that scarf anyway?" She quizzed, nodding at the silky-looking scarf that had been wrapped several unnecessary times around her cousin's neck. She had been wearing it last night as well. "Did the twins give it to you to keep?" Kyoko twitched, and seemed to sink further into herself at the question. "Kyoko...?"

"What?" Her cousin tried for an innocent expression that might have passed, had her face not been bright red. "Oh, this scarf? Yeah it was...a gift...because, you know how the twins are..." she laughed nervously, feeling painfully obvious under Haruhi's narrow-eyes stare.

Haruhi nodded in feigned agreement. "Oh, of course! Could I look at it for a moment then? We're indoors, right? You don't really need it..."

"No!" Her answer was panicked and immediate, which further fuelled Haruhi's suspicion. "I mean, it's just, I-gack! Haruhi!" Kyoko choked when she grabbed one end of the scarf and tried to unwrap it from around her neck. "Haruhi, no! I don't-!" It was too late.

Haruhi stared at Kyoko's neck in surprise. She may have had her thoughts, but she honestly hadn't expected to be proven right. "Kyoko, why are you covered in hickeys?"

Kyoko laughed again, even more nervously this time as the other girl continued to stare at the red and pink bruises that covered her neck and shoulders. She snatched the scarf back, and Haruhi let it go without a fight, still waiting for an explanation. "Ha, funny story actually," she rewrapped the scarf. "Um...remember when I went to change dresses?"