Transition (Hikaru X OC)

C.19

Sunday. Five days left.

I got dressed and was ready by eleven thirty, and also freaking out for my date with Hikaru.

At twelve on the dot, there was a knock on the door and I grabbed my phone off the charger and fixed my beanie and the flannel tied around my waist and answered it, seeing a grinning Hikaru.

"Hey." I said and stepped out, closing the door. "Hi. You look nice." He said and I smiled and blushed a bit. "Thanks." I said and he took my hand and lead me to the limo. And I was halfway expecting the rest of the club to be in it. Nope. Just us.

"Where are we going?" I asked as he slid in beside me. "Getting food for lunch." "Yeah, but where?" I asked. "Hope you like Italian." He said and I smiled. "I fucking LOVE Italian." I said. "Same here." He grinned even wider.

We got to this Italian restaurant and we're seated, Hikaru across from me. A waitress came around and took our drink orders, me getting hot tea and him getting coffee.

"It's funny, I used to hate coffee, but since joining the Host Club, I've come to love it." He said. "Really? My mom told me when I was nine that if I didn't like coffee, she would disown me. She was joking obviously, but I think I broke her heart a little when I told her I liked tea more than coffee. Coffee's still okay, though." I shrugged and he laughed a bit.

Our drinks came and we placed our orders, Hikaru getting some kind of pasta, and me with a sirloin Bryan. It's a six ounce steak topped with some creamy white wine sauce, goat cheese, tomatoes, and cilantro. It's fucking delicious.

"Okay. Tell me everything I don't know about you." I said, leaning forward to Hikaru. "What about ladies first?" He asked. "Nah. I wanna hear about you." I smiled. "Well, I want to hear about you." He grinned, leaning forward too.

"C'mon, nothing that great has happened to me yet. You're super interesting." I said. "How about we take turns?" He said and I nodded. "You first." He smirked and I narrowed my eyes, taking a sip of my tea. "I like all sweets, except cake." I said. "How can you not like cake?" He asked with a laugh. "I don't know. It tastes spongy to me." I shrugged. "Your turn." I nodded.

"Okay... uh, Kaoru and I tell the others that we trade parts every once in a while to confuse people, but we don't do that anymore." He shrugged. "Of course. Haruhi and I can tell you apart, so what's the point?" I nodded. "Hmm... Let's see... I can play the piano." I said. "I design most of the clothes Kaoru and I wear." He said. "Wow, really? Did you design anything you're wearing now?" I asked and he nodded. "Yeah, this shirt..." We looked at it.

"You've got some talent. My mom tried to get me into designing when I wonder, but I was horrible at it. Especially when I learned math was involved." I shuddered, taking another sip of tea. "Really? Why math?" He asked and I smiled.

"I've got this thing called dyscalculia. It's just like normal dyslexia, but with numbers. Most people call it 'math dyslexia'." I said and he chuckled. "Really? How does that work?" He asked. "I just have a hard time understanding how numbers and math work. Usually it's with time, measurement, and spatial reasoning." I shrugged. "Huh. That's interesting." "Yeah, the hardest is measurement though. That really sucks." I sighed.

"Anyway, back to you." I smiled. "Okay... I've suddenly forgotten everything about me..." He laughed and I grinned. "I'm sure you'll think of something." I said with a smile.

"You're so cute." He said and I smiled wider. "You're cute, too. We're even." I said and he laughed and our food came.

"That looks fancy." He said at my steak that was literally the size of my hand. "You wanna try some? It's so delicious, it's probably my favourite food..." I said and cut him the first slice. I stabbed it and held it out to him. He raised my brow and I sighed. "Eat the fucking thing, Hikaru." I said and he bit it off my fork.

"Good, huh?" I asked and he nodded. "Holy crap, you eat it rare." He said and I laughed, slicing off a bit for myself and eating it as he ate his pasta. "My brother used to say he liked his steak so rare, he just went up to a cow and bit it." I said and he laughed a lot.

"That's pretty funny." He said and I nodded. "That joke killed me when I was younger. It still kinda does." I said. "Your brother sounds cool." He said. "Eh, he's a dick, really. But he has his good moments." I smiled.

We talked throughout lunch and he paid and I left a tip for the waitress because I fucking want to, Hikaru, shut up. After, we took a walk through town, Hikaru taking my hand. I was just now noticing that he was only a little taller than I was, only by like... two three inches. Thank the gods I didn't wear heels.

We got ice cream at this shop and continued walking around. "Gods, it's hot." I sighed and held my ice cream cone out to Hikaru. "Could you hold that, please?" I asked and he took it and I started braiding my long white hair.

"Whatcha doing?" He asked. "Tying my hair back. It's too hot for long hair right now." I chuckled, trying it off and taking back my ice cream. "Thanks." I smiled.

"So here's what I don't get. Your brother has dark hair, but you have white hair." He said. "Well, he's technically my half brother, but we drop the half because we happen to get along. And his mom had dark hair, and our dad has blonde hair, and my mom has dark hair." I said. "I have dark hair as well." I looked up at him.

"This isn't your real hair colour?" He asked and I shook my head. "Nope. Took me ages to get it this colour. It used to be white at the ends and blonde at the top. That was annoying, I don't look good with blonde hair." I scrunched up my nose.

"But yeah, when I was thirteen, I decided I wanted white hair. My mom decided to do her hair too, and now she's purple with pink around her ears." I nodded.

"I've never really liked auburn hair. I thought about going brunet." Hikaru hummed. "Well, if you do, can I dye your hair for you?" I asked and he looked down at me and nodded. "Sure." "Yay! Thank you!" I cheered and hugged his arm.

"I love dying hair. When I was younger, I had a different hair colour every week. That lasted a year until my hair started falling out. Then I stuck with one colour every two months, and now I've had this colour for three years." I grinned.

"So what's your natural colour?" Hikaru asked. "I'm brunette. Lighter than Haruhi's, and I had gold and red in my hair." I hummed, thinking back. "What's your favourite colour on your hair?" He asked. "That's tough. You'd think it's white since I've had this colour so long, but I actually like myself with green hair." I nodded.

"You had green hair?" He asked and I nodded. "I didn't look bad, either. I may go back to green one day. But not anytime soon. I'm not sick of white yet. White hair makes me feel... magical." I smiled and turned and saw him smiling down at me.

"You're too cute." He said and kissed my cheek. My cheeks flared and I smiled down at my feet.

In no time, he was dropping me back at my house. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow." He said and I nodded. He leaned in and I closed my eyes as his lips touched mine. I felt one of his hands move to my cheek to tilt it up and mine went to the back of his neck and shoulders.

After a while, he pulled back with a smile and I smiled back. "Yeah. See you tomorrow." I bit my lip and disappeared inside.

I saw Junichi smirking with Hajime in his arms. "First kiss?" He asked and I growled. "Shut up. I will kill you and raise your child as my own." I said and went to my room. "How? You don't have a uterus, you couldn't have given birth to him!" Juni called as I shut my door and squealed into my pillow out of excitement.

This was going well.