Lost in the 5th Dimension

Chapter 3

SO SORRY TO BE THE BRINGER OF UNFORTUNATE NEWS BUT I DO NOT OWN OURAN HIGHSCHOOL HOST CLUB OR FAIRY TAIL

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What is the word?

The word that would fit this situation and the discomfort I'm currently feeling?

Is it stuffy? No, no... That's close, but not what I'm looking for.

Awkward? Yes, but still no.

As my mind continues to ponder upon what that word was, the table in front of me vibrates slightly. I flinch in surprise before calming myself. A pair of sharp and dangerous eyes glance at me, making me have the urge to shriek but I manage to save my pride anyway.

The dark eyes roll around before looking away, bringing ease to my heart.

Honestly; I understand that he's mad at me since I punched him in the face earlier. He was even forced to apologize for his choice of words. I can seriously see the fire crackling through those scary eyes of his.

He started it, though!

Really? Did he really start it?

He called me weak!

No, he didn't. Everyone knows that the 'she couldn't even hurt a fly' statement always meant as a compliment!

Yeah... well...

It was a misunderstanding. Thank kami-sama you apologized for your rash actions as well.

I can't help but think that the voice in my head is right. It might've been a misunderstanding after all.

I'm your intellectual side, of course I'm right.

The vibration was caused by his knee colliding with the wooden furniture earlier when he decided to take a seat on the sofa, next to me. I can't help but feel a little paranoid. Is he going to scold me or something? Just moments ago, the notorious twins dragged me into a music room that was labelled abandoned, but apparently was not.

And all of a sudden, I was attacked with a swarm of questions by some yellow... thing... named Nanami, or something.

"Tamaki, come here"

Oh, yeah, that's his name.

"Coming, my dear wife~" The latter, a blonde princely fellow, gallops towards said wife, leaving- were those stars?!- sparkly and glittery objects that seem too miniscule for me to identify on the tiled floor in the path he leaves behind. I, gaping in confusion, just stare at the boy who acts like he's done it a million times before.

"Tamaki, you're leaving glitters on the floor again." Stated the four-eyed freak. Did you just call him a freak? Yes. Why? Cause he's a super freak, super freak, he's super freaky!

The boy stops and looks behind him to find it a surprising feat that it had been true. "Ara, you're right." My eyes narrow, but I'm scowling. In fact, I think my expression right now only shows that I pity myself for having to witness that.

"I'll just get someone to clean that up"

I feel a bullet enter through my ear then leave through the other before I collapse on the couch, my soul leaving my body as Kyoya continues to ignore my very presence. These people... they are rich and spoiled brats... aren't they?

"Ahh! Her soul! Her soul!" A smaller blond who seems to be a child points at my flying soul.

The blond fool finally notices, then raises his hands only to cup his face and pose in a 'scream' scene.