Ouran Host Club Hostess (DISCONTINUED)

Romeo(s) and Juliet

Dinner was a tense affair for Kyoko. The other three occupants of the room (four if you counted the cat) seemed perfectly content and at peace. Haruhi was serving herself another helping of noodles, while uncle Ryouji and her mother talked about something that had to do with make-up.

"Kyoko used to always ask me to put make up on her," Kotone laughed brightly. "I always used to tell her that she was too young, but now that she's old enough she doesn't seem to care anymore. I thought girls your age were all about that stuff..."

"Mama..."

"My bad," she waved her hand in apology. "I know you don't like being defined by things like gender. You're like Haruhi in that way." The mentioned girl looked up, the end of a slurped noodle disappearing into her mouth. "I'm curious though, don't you have any boys you're interested in?"

Kyoko froze, and then began to slurp her noodles at record speed so she couldn't answer. Uncle Ryouji clapped his hands together. "Oh, didn't she tell you? She has this wonderful pair of-ow!" Kyoko and Haruhi pulled their legs back from his shins, and fixed him with pointed glares.

Kotone blinked, looking around suspiciously. "Wonderful pair of...what?" She asked. "Are you okay?"

"Huh? Ah, r-right!" Uncle Ryouji waved his arms around as though to erase what he'd been talking about before. "She has a wonderful pair of um...shoes! That she got from a classmate on her birthday!"

"Shoes...?" Kyoko heaved a tiny sigh of relief. It wasn't perfect, but at least he hadn't blurted out anything about the twins. "That sounds nice darling, who were they from?"

"Oh...just some classmates," she replied vaguely, and then she shoved some more noodles into her mouth. Beside her, Haruhi sighed and did the same, although Kyoko suspected that her reason was different from her own. "You know how rich people are mama..."

Kotone sniffed. "I know. Don't get so mixed up with them Kyoko, especially not the boys. I don't want any of them thinking they suddenly own you just because we're not as well off as they are."

The girl hummed noncommittally through her noodles, and sighed internally. She knew where her mother was coming from, she really did, and maybe if her warning had come a few months earlier she could have better resisted the twins. Maybe. They were pretty charming...

Suddenly her phone rang, and she started. It was the special tune the twins had programmed her phone to play whenever they called! What were they doing calling now?! Her mother frowned in the direction of the ringing phone. "How rude...calling at dinnertime..."

"Y-Yeah, let me tell them to call back!" Kyoko jumped from her seat and ran to her room, grabbing her phone from the table on the way. As soon as she was in her room, she flipped it open and spoke before they could. "I'm so glad you called!"

"What's wrong? You sound worried."

"You know how I told you guys about my mom? Wait, did I even do that?" She shook her head and peered outside her door to make sure no one was eavesdropping. Satisfied by the empty hallway, she hopped onto her bed and curled up around her pillow. "My mom's here."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Kaoru asked.

"Yeah, it is, I've missed her a lot," Kyoko covered her eyes with her free hand. "But we can't talk while she's here."

"What!?" The sudden exclamation forced her to pull the phone away from her ears for a moment, and when she pulled it back she could hear someone speaking French in the background. "What do you mean we can't talk to you while she's here?"

"My mom doesn't...like me talking to boys," she replied. "She might punish me if she finds out I've been hiding my involvement in the Host Club, or do worse when she finds out I'm with both of you!"