"Hello?"
"Is anyone in here?"
My main focus was to find the host club. I entered the desolate club room and looked around. No sign of life at all, apart from a pulled back curtain that uncovered the once hidden, grand piano.
Once again I called out, "hello? Is anyone there?"
My voice only echoed and no one answered. A light breeze blew in through the open window at my windowsill. A small note fluttered underneath a small vase of black roses. I raised my eyebrow at the sight.
I walked over to where it was and lifted the vase. 'The host club and I have gone shopping. We'll be back in around 10 minutes,' - Takashi.
So I'm going to have to sit here and do nothing? Joy.
I looked around and I noticed a slick black book sitting all alone on the table in the corner. The only place Kyouya ever sits. My eyes scanned the area quickly.
Oh man, today's my lucky day. I get to see the Death Note. I rushed over to the table and picked up the leather notebook. The smooth leather slid across my long fingers and It felt heavy in my hands. I ran back to my windowsill the notebook in hand.
I jumped up on my windowsill and opened up the book excitedly. The first page was a written copy of Kyouya's daily schedule.
5 am: Wake up & eat small breakfast
5:30-6:30 am: Run
6:35-6:45 am: Shower
6:40-7 am: Large Breakfast
7:30 am: Drive to school
8 am: Class pt.) 1
12 pm: Lunch
1-2:30 pm: Class pt.) 2
2:35-4 pm: Club
5 pm: Home
5:30 pm: Dinner
6-8 pm: Homework and studies
9 pm: Business
10 pm: SleepWhat a boring lifestyle. If he's like me in the morning, how the fuck does he wake up at five? I rested my head against the windowsill wall, trying to imagine what it's like.
Oh hell no. I continued to peek through the book.
As I flipped the page, I came across more schedules. I mean, I guess it never hurt to be more organized. I flipped through pages of information about different types of people. I found the pages where he copied off the information about me from my computer.
I flipped some more and stopped when I saw a section of drawings. I looked through the intricate sketches of the different host members and froze when I saw a couple of pages of every fujoshi's fantasy. Sweet mother of Jesus.
Oh my god. Does he like Tamaki?
I attempted to ignore it and continued flipping through, noticing more sketches of the host members. I nearly choked when I saw the last three.
I feel like I'm about to have a heart attack. This demonic asshole ships Akashi!
I continued flipping, ignoring the burning of my cheeks. I stopped at the very end of the book and noticed a long, long list of names. I gasped loudly and covered my mouth, scanning the list.
I knew it! It is the Death Note!
"What do you think you're doing?" A dark voice asked, coming from everywhere around me.
I jumped and screamed, my reflexes kicking in as I chucked the black book behind me, over my shoulder.
A loud splash echoed from the courtyard below. My heart stopped as I turned around and looked at Kyouya's black book, lying in the pond, completely drenched.
I turned back towards Kyouya wide-eyed. "Um." A thick black cloud of anger rolled off of him in waves, and his glasses flashed from the light. "I would say I can explain, but I can't, so," I shrugged.
Well shit.
Takashi appeared from behind Kyouya and stepped around him, almost rushing towards me. The twins appeared behind Kyouya and snickered. "Hey, uh Takashi," I whimpered, "I'm about to die."
"Let's get out of here before we all die," I heard his deep voice mutter, before he picked Honey and I up, and ran for our lives.
We jumped out the window and ran.
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"Annette Aki Grantaine Suoh! I'm going to kill you!"
[edited 2018.6.9]
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Fanfic- Originally, The Ouran Cafe Princess - [warning (it's here for a reason!!!): i started writing this in middle school; it's VERY cringy at times but i've edited it as much as i could w/o altering too much of the story -- enjoy neverthless!] Aki Suo...