The Wolf Of Ouran High School

What The Hell Is Robelia

Through a sea of black, there was a small vision throughout it all. Kyoya Ootori stood among the deep abyss watching the scene in front of him. the The face of Misika Sohma, the twin of Hatsuharu Sohma, broken in front of him on her knees sobbing. They say that the eyes are the window to the soul, and if that was true Kyoya wanted to slam it shut. Tears were flooding down her face as her eyes only show pure terror and agony. To what, he didn't know.
"Go away! This isn't supposed to happen!" The girl screamed, making Kyoya take a step back. Why was she yelling out? Was it to him, to someone he couldn't spy, or something he could never understand? 
"It won't go away! You have to leave or else you'll get hurt! I'll turn again, I don't want that to happen!"
Hurt? Turn?
"Just go!"
"Misika..."
The girl clung onto her head, as if it was hurting her as she repeatedly said no.
"Misika."
She continued, shaking uncontrollably as her form was moving around, like as if her limbs were growing.
"MISIKA!"

Kyoya shot up from his bed, panting from the dream he had awoken from as he put a hand over his chest. He was drenched in sweat, unknown to him as to why as he grabbed his glasses from his side table, sliding them on. He looked over at the time, groaning as he saw it was 20 minutes before he usually wakes up. Despite hating to get up he gets out of bed, the dream on his mind as he went throughout his routine.
As he was about to walk out the door, bookbag and cellphone in hand, he glanced at his bed with an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. The dream had to mean something, everything he has ever dreamt about has, and that was what was giving him such fear of what was to come.

"Yo asshats, where's my earphones!" A certain girl screamed out in the host club as she rummaged through sofas. If the club had started, Kyoya would have probably silently threatened her with a spray bottle, but since the Host club still had a good hour until beginning, and class an hour after that, he just simply didn't care at all. The girl stopped destroying the room when she hear two twins trying to muffle their laughter, slowly looking over and seeing her beloved musical items. "You little shits."
Where was her brother, probably the only person besides Mori who can successfully stop the monster of a girl when she was angry? Well, he was currently out of the school, visiting a relative at the moment. He had explained to his sister and after a fight on why he didn't want to take her, he ditched.
The twins froze, noticing they were caught as the color left their faces. They better pray for their souls.

As Misika was about to attack the idiots, Haruhi passed her, touching her nose as she passed. This froze everyone in the room as Misika looked at where the girl host touched. She noticed a smudge on it and a moment later, she stuck her tongue out, trying to lick it off until she successfully got it, smiling at her achievement. "Hell yes, chocolate."

Haruhi stood by Kyoya as he looked up to her from his seat, she only had a emotionless mask on but he knew that Haruhi was probably glad at what she had done.
"Chocolate?" He asked looking at the girl as she showed him the small, now empty, pack of Nutella she had.
Haruhi smiled as she answered, "She's kind of like a pet. I've noticed that she gets calm really quick if you give her food."
"So you decided to put chocolate on her nose, of all things." He replied as the Misika's face was just like Tamakis when he was glad - just like a puppys.
"If I just gave her the chocolate, she probably wouldn't had noticed until after she killed the twins."

"Ah, well that's most likely true. Oh, she's coming over."
Just as Kyoya said, Misika had come over to the two as she stared down Haruhi. Haruhi sighed as she shrugged her shoulders, showing the white headed girl the empty container, earning a small whimper.
"BUT WHY THO." She loudly asked, disappointed that there were no more 'treats' to consume.
"Because."
"BUT I WANT MORE TOMBOY."
"I don't have anymore."
"BUT WHY-"