Hiding Away (Ouran HSHC)

Chapter Six

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Your POV

Kyoya motioned for me to follow him out of the kitchen and walked over to a table in the far corner of the room. I looked around after I sat down, noticing that you could see every angle of the room from this one table, yet it was far enough away as to provide privacy.

"Quite the little set up you have here, Ootori-san. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you don't trust these people. Now, of course, that would never be the case," I smirked slightly, hearing the slight pause of his pen hesitating on his notebook as I surveyed the room. I supressed a smile as I looked over at Mitsukuni, seeing him stuff his face full of cake. I had to fight the urge to walk over and wipe frosting off of his nose when he came up for air.

"Of course not, Sora," I heard the challenge in his voice as he resumed writing. I frowned at the familiarity of him using my first name, but I decided against arguing with him. He already didn't seem to like me very much, and he seemed like the kind of person that would easily...remove me if I got on his bad side.

"So what is this supposed proposition you mentioned earlier?" I turned back towards him and instantly regretted it. There was a sort of mischevious glint in his eye that was mixed with a level, analyzing gaze that set me on edge. Whatever he's planning, this can't end well for me...

"I couldn't help but notice that two of our guests have taken a liking to you, however unreasonable that may be," he paused for a moment, judging my reaction. I growled under my breath and glared  slightly, disliking his tone of voice and what he was implying. Well it's obvious where I stand in his eyes. I'm basically dirt to him. He only smirked at my reaction and cleared his throat.

"Regardless of my personal opinions on the matter, I believe that you could be a possible asset to our club," He frowned slightly, writing more down. He suddenly got serious as he started muttering to himself, "Your manners seem to be close to perfect, though your attitude could use some work. After all, we couldn't have a host acting angrily or coldly towards a guest. That would lower our clientele...No matter, that can be easily changed. The clothing wouldn't be an issue, though getting the guests to request you may be troublesome. There are two potential clients already, but save from a few minutes ago, the entirety of the female population seems to despise you for-" I stood abruptly from the table and slammed glared down at Kyoya, almost knocking my chair down in the process.

"Listen here, Ootori. I am not your property and will not be treated as such. I have no debts to you and do not plan on creating any soon. I refuse to have any sort of connection to this club or the people in it and expect you to respect that. I'm afraid you'll have to look elsewhere for entertainment for you and your little club," I spat at him, barely paying attention to anyone who may or may not be watching us and hearing ever part of our conversation. He seemed startled, obviously not expecting me to react the way I did. Well that's what he gets for being the stubborn, assuming boy he is. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, smirking slightly and catching me off guard. What NOW?

"I believe that what I have to offer you may change your mind, Karashi-san. That is, if you're willing to listen to what I have to say." All of the kindness disappeared from his voice and was replaced with his all-business attitude. He looked at me for a few moments until I finally sighed and sat back down. I ran one hand through my hair and sighed, figuring I may as well humor him.

"Good. It has come to my attentiont that you are looking for both employment and a place to stay, am I correct?" Kyoya smirked at the shocked look on my face.