Ouran Host Chef

Beware the Physical Exam!: 3

"Mmmmhhhmmm!"

"Sorry about this, Emiko."

After slamming the door and locking it, you removed your hand from her mouth and breathed a sigh of relief. As you turned to her, she had a confused face as to why you just shut her up and dragged her into a room.

"Um, Mei, what was that all about? I thought you'd be happy to see me."

You placed your hands on her shoulders, feeling a bit guilty.

"Of course I'm happy to see you, Emiko. You just have really bad timing."

She stared at you as if you had just insulted her.

"Mei, I haven't seen you in a year and you have the audacity to tell me I have bad timing? Why are you here?"

Shaking your head, you leaned against the wall as you peeked out the small glass window on the door for any sign of someone coming.

"Listen, as long as I'm here, I have a chance to be normal-ish and have a real job, belong to a group of people who depend on me. I can't have you here telling everyone about my past."

Scoffing, she outstretched her arms.

"Are you demented? You have to come back. Your father put out a search warrant for you. You can't just decide when to leave and come here of all places to be some chef for the pretty boys of Ouran Academy. And really, a chef?"

Taking a deep breath, you slowly turned back around to her with seriousness in your eyes.

"It's far better than having to deal with him. And another thing, those boys aren't like all the prince charming stereotypes we've seen before. Believe it or not, they pay attention to me and treat me the way I like to be treated, not forcing themselves on me which is nice for once."

At this point, she was staring at you, seeing a stranger, not the girl she knew and grew up with.

"Since when did you get so prideful? Within all of the minutes passed, I haven't seen one trace of who I used to know. Are you that desperate for approval that you would go this far?"

You tensed up when the small sight of Tamaki came into view as he was coming down the hallway.

"Maybe I just got tired of being poised for my father."

Turning away, you sighed heavily and desperately grabbed her arm.

"Please, Emiko. Don't say anything to him. This is the only freedom I've had for some time...please don't take it away from me."

*Knock* *Knock*

Her eyes flickered over to the door where Tamaki stood outside, peering in while you kept your eyes on her. It felt like forever as she looked between you and him, then closed her eyes and brushed your hands off of her. When they opened back up, they were filled with betrayal.

"Fine, I won't say anything."

She poked you in the center of your chest.

"But just remember this...what exactly will you do if they find out who you really are?"

And with that last statement, she moved away from you, opened the door and speed walked out into the hallway. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you turned around, catching the curious look on Tamaki's face as he watched Emiko leave within a second.

"She didn't look very happy. Everything all right, princess?"

His eyes moved on you and although you tried to bring a convincing smile, even he saw it was forced.