"Haruhi?"I called after searching the other end of the hall. Looking around I realized she must have already found the Host Club’s room. Should I go in there? What if I screw up the plotline? What if I already did? Probably. Oh well. Quietly, I slipped into the room just in time to see Haruhi break the vase.
"Oh, Haruhi. Why are you so clumsy? How am I supposed to look after you if run off like that?" I lightly scolded. Haruhi jumped up and hugged me.
"Sorry, Aniki! He was- and then-..!" She was obviously embarrassed.
"Calm down, Haruhi. I just wish you would be more careful. Now why are you with the Host Club? Surely, a beautiful face didn't peak your interest?" I teased. Haruhi shook her head,
"I was searching for a place to study when these guys started pulling me around." Tamaki pranced over after the group recovered from their sweat drops.
"Who are you?" Kyoya answered before I could,
“Fujioka-Yuki, Hikaru. He’s the son of the late Yuki, Ayami and Yuki, Asuma and the sole owner of Yuki Industries. Currently, he resides with the Fujioka’s, commoners, though it is quite unclear why. He graduated from Yamasaki Academy with the highest marks when he was ten, then obtained doctorates in chemistry, mathematics, and fashion from the Tokyo Institute.â€
“Sharp as ever Ootori. I’ll be sure to slap your father next time I see him.†I promised.
“Aniki! Apologize!†Haruhi ordered while sending Kyoya an apologetic smile. “S-“
“Don’t Haruhi. His father is a jerk. He’s lucky I like Kyoya enough to not extinguish him.â€
“You know these people, Aniki?†Haruhi asked curiously.
“Yes. I know them they just don’t know me.†They gave me a weird look except Kyoya who looked guarded.
“I see. So, it is true.†Everyone looked at him questionably,
“What?â€
“He has an identic memory and a knack for knowing people before they even meet. It has been said that despite his petite body and eccentric quirks his knowledge is quite intimidating.†Kyoya smirked, adjusting his glasses. Haruhi turned to me.
“Wow Aniki, I know you said you were a genius but I never expected this.â€
“Now about the vase.†Kyoya got us back on track.
“Ah, yes. How much was it? 8.5 million Yen?†I asked.
“What! You even know that! Are you with the Black Magic Club?!?†Tamaki freaked out.
“I haven’t the time. I have a business to run and the Fujiokas to look after.†At that he looked relieved before an excited look took its place.
“Join the Host Club! I’m sure you look good under all those-†Tamaki grabbed my arm and lifted my hoodie. “-clothes.†Everyone gaped in shock as my hood came down. You see I look like a petite black haired shamrock eyed version of the Hitachiin twins. When I first found out I freaked. Ever since I could move freely by myself I have covered my face with a hood.
“Y-you…†Tamaki trailed off, shocked, before brightening. “You’re so cute!†He squealed glomping me. “You’re my new son!†The twins shoved Tamaki off and slinked around me, studying me. Hikaru grabbed my face while Kaoru wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Hmmm…†Hikaru turned my face this way and that, no doubt noticing that if I were to grow four inches, dye my hair, wear contacts, and somehow sharpen my rounder features that we would be triplets. Kaoru grabbed my face next and Hikaru started doing something to my hair.
“You really do look like us. This makes you interesting.†Hikaru traced something on the back of my head before murmuring,
“Kaoru.†Kaoru spun me around to look at what ever it was.
“What’s going on?†Haruhi asked Tamaki before shaking her head. “Never mind. Aniki, we have to go.â€
“That’s right. Ranka-san will want you to go home.†I remembered, taking out my phone, ignoring the fact the twins let me go ad began whispering to each other.
“Ranka-san? It’s Hikaru. We have joined a club and will be later than usual. Yes. I will. Good-bye, Ranka-san.â€
“Aniki? What do you mean we joined a club you’re not-?†Haruhi started.
“You have to pay off the vase.†I interrupted before smirking, “If you do not work hard to pay your dept then you might end up accumulating another one. You’ll appreciate it more.â€
“YAY~†Tamaki sung gleefully as Haruhi glared at me. “Kaoru, Hikaru!â€
“Right!â€
“Kyoya call my hair dresser! Daddy’s children are going to look gorgeous! ~â€
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