Another World's Saviour (discontinued)

Guess I was part of the club

Chapter 18

Third Person POV (what happened before)

Zmeya was in class, tapping the desk in a rhythmic sequence. She sighed, and looked around the classroom. Many people who walked in stared, and made it all too obvious that they were speaking about her. She certainly did not blend in, as she wore a spiked choker, with large combat boots. They were her favourite. She loved them so much, she dubbed them "The Skull Crushers." There were thick metallic straps along the black, shiny leather. She also wore finger-less gloves (also leather) and reached her elbows. Her shirt had red lettering, and read "Bitch, I Eat People." She also wore ripped jeans, and from the top of them silver chains dangled down. Her white hair was tied up in a messy bun, and her ocean-blue eyes were cold, and seemed almost devoid of emotion. However, as of that moment she was irritated by her fellow classmates. Many males ogled at her, further angering her. She was in front of a stove, as she had to make something using the Italian White Alba Truffle, as well as making risotto. She yet again sighed. "I hate these rich people." She though to herself (of course in Russian). She really wanted to escape this Hellhole. Whilst everyone was looking elsewhere, she sneakily walked out of the door of the class. She closed the door softly, as to not get notice. Mission being a success, she strolled around the large school. "Too much pink." She  moaned to herself. She eventually made her way to what appeared to be an unused music room. Stricken with curiosity, she opened the large, brown doors. 

It appeared to be empty, (afterall, it was lesson time). She walked in, and looked at the luxurious sculptors and walls. Again, everything was pink, much to her disgust. Unbeknown to her, Shiloh was lurking in the darkness. She tip-toed behind Zmeya, and whispered, "Boo."  Zmeya without hesitation turned around, and put a knife to Shiloh's throat. Zmeya then realised that it was just her sister, and so lowered the knife. She put it back where it was, and scowled. "You idiot, I could have butchered you."

"You wish! And I was just getting you back." Shiloh smiled mischievously.

"For what?"

"The time you scared me. Don't you remember? You transformed yourself into Pennywise the Dancing Clown, and then you proceeded to chase me around with balloons that turned into knives?" Shiloh said. Zmeya then had an evil glint in her eye, as she laughed lowly. She then tilted her head, as she wondered why Shiloh was even here. "Why are you out of class?" She inquired. Shiloh swiftly replied, "I got sick of all the jealous and lustful looks. I also came close to folding a fellow red-head into a French stick." Zmeya then chuckled and nodded in understanding.  "How did your cooking class go? Don't tell me you burnt toast again?" Shiloh laughed. Zmeya grinded her teeth in anger, and shouted "That was a one time thing! And it was for the right thing! At least I managed to actually find the bread. When you first saw an egg you thought it was Gru from Despicable Me."Zmeya sniped. Shiloh then narrowed her eyes, seething in rage. Shiloh then pounced on Zmeya. Both struggled on the floor, until they both heard something smash. They looked nervously to the door, and saw a slightly peeved Athena.

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Athena's POV 

They both stood up, and avoided looking at me. Shiloh started whistling, as Zmeya started mumbling, "Well would you look at the time, I think we better go!" Shiloh nodded in agreement, as they both headed towards the door. Before they could walk past me, I grabbed both of their shoulder whilst simultaneously turning them to face me. "What did you do?" I sighed. Both had nervous looks, as they wondered how they would react. "Well, you see, both of us wanted to escape the torture of classes. And so we both made our way here. And by the way, this was Shiloh's fault." Zmeya accused.

"Not entirely! It was her fault too!" Shiloh countered. They both began to bicker  whose fault it was. "That's enough now. It is both your faults." I stated.  I then head someone sneeze behind me. I turned around, and my eyes were met with Tamaki, Honey, Mori, Kyoya and three others. Twins, and a female who was dressed as a male. Tamaki looked at me in surprise, and hid behind Kyoya. "I do believe that you must pay us back. That vase costed 300 million Yen." He adjusted his glasses, causing them to reflect the light. "Who would ever want to buy a piece of-"

"We will pay of our debt." I interrupted Zmeya.

"But I must say that we do not have enough funds." I continued.

"Then, that settles it! You will now be members of the Host Club until you pay off your debt!" Tamaki stated triumphantly. "The things I do for you." I said to Shiloh and Zmeya.

"You really don't have to, sister." Zmeya said.

"Sister?" The club questioned in unison.I nodded in reply.

"But you look nothing alike." Stated the twins, both at the same time.

"Being related by blood isn't everything, and you don't need to be biologically related, in order to be related." I said. Zmeya and Shiloh then smiled knowingly. We all knew that blood relatives weren't everything. I saw Kyoya scribble some notes down, and looked up at me. "You are aware that this will be difficult, seen as though everyone knows your gender. Afterall, the majority of our clients are female." He said.

"You can still have us, there will be some girls attracted to those of the same gender. Also, it may encourage male clients. Thus not only will you have a wider variety of clients, but you will inevitably gain more, as it may appeal more to the males." I stated wisely. Kyoya looked thoughtful and nodded, writing something down in his notebook. "By the way, the twin's names are Hikaru and Kaoru, and the other you have not been introduced yet is Haruhi. These three are Athena, Zmeya and Shiloh." He introduced. The twins then circled the three of us, as they inspected us. "Very interesting names. Where are you from?" Hikaru asked.

"I am from North Yorkshire. Zmeya is from Russia, and Shiloh is also from the North." I replied. Again, I saw Kyoya take some notes. "Now it is time to have your type. You see for specific clients they are into specific traits. For example, I am the cool type. Now I wonder.." He started thinking, deep in thought. "I could be the mysterious type, Zmeya be the bad-girl type, and Shiloh could be the feisty type." I suggested. Kyoya nodded his head in agreement.

"When shall we start?" I asked.

"Well, we are scheduled to have it in five minutes. You can start then." Kyoya answered. I nodded my head, grabbed Zmeya's and Shiloh's arms, and practically dragged then to the changing rooms.