There's No Such Thing As Fiction (OHSHCxReader)

~ Chapter 9 - Existence ~

(Y/N) P.O.V

I'd stayed at Haruhi's house for two days when Kyoya and the other hosts appeared at the door. Apparently, this was normal and Haruhi invited them in for tea. However they refused. That, I found strange. I was sure that at least Tamaki would want to annoy his daughter some more and again invite himself into her home. But he didn't. Something smelt fishy. And no, it wasn't the nosy neighbour who was peering through his curtains, watching our exchange. My question was finally answered when the twins grabbed an arm each and dragged me to an awaiting limo. Everyone piled in behind me, including Haruhi, and the driver started the car. With still no idea where the car was headed, I just decided to enjoy the ride. I've only been in a limo once before and rich people know how to travel in style.

"Where are we headed?" I decided to ask seeing as I was basically kidnapped by my friends.

"The hospital." Kyoya answered.

I turned back to look out of the window. I remained silent for the rest of the ride. 

I felt guilty. I had really gotten to know some of the hosts, mainly Haruhi and Kyoya, and I would consider them my friends. But now, I was continuously lying to them in order to protect my secret. I needed to lie, it's not like I could just tell them, "Oh, by the way, I'm actually from another dimension where you are all fictional characters." They would think I'm crazy. And even if they did believe me, it could cause a whole host of problems, namely about inter-dimensional travel.

"-/N)... (Y/N)."

I snapped away from my thoughts.

"Yes?"

"We're here."

I chuckled nervously. I need to pay more attention. I got out the car, followed quickly by Kyoya but the others didn't leave.

"Are you guys not coming?" I asked.

"No, we're heading to a commoners' shopping centre t see if we can find 'good quality' costumes for a very cheap price... seeing as Kyoya says we need to be a bit more stingy." Tamaki replied, muttering the last part under his breath.

"Did you say something Tamaki?" Kyoya asked, furiously smiling. 

He looked terrifying. And Tamaki visibly flinched.

"No sir, I said absolutely nothing sir."

"That's what I thought."

"You and (Y/N) should probably go, you wouldn't want to be late." Haruhi interjected before Kyoya could kill Tamaki.

"Let's go in then Kyo." I smiled awkwardly, ushering him to the entrance as he sighed. He really never was getting rid of that nickname.

We walked out of the office and into the waiting room to loiter until I received the results of the check up and for the others to pick us up.

"Kyo, I think I've figured out a way to try to pay back at least some of my debt."

"Oh really, do enlighten me." He replied drily.

"I can take photographs of you and the other hosts for magazines and those photo books you sell."

"That's a pretty god idea, but how did you know we sold photo books? I don't recall telling you much about the club."

SHIT.

"... Haruhi told me." I lied.

You know, like a liar.

"Hmm. I wouldn't have expected her to talk about the club that often." He mused to himself, "(N/N), how good are you at taking photos?"

"Um... I guess I'm quite amateur, but I own my own camera and I know how to edit photos and I know that most of the host club knows how to model and you already have all the outfits so the only thing you're really paying for is my labour costs..." I rambled on.

Kyoya held his hand up to stop me.

"I think it's a marvellous idea and if I do a couple of quick calculations, you should be paid of in a week or so. If we charge 1,000 yen per book then we only need to sell 250 to pay back your debt. If we make 3 books then we only need to sell 84 and we have at least 72 regular guests willing to buy them..."

I zoned out of Kyoya's rambling. Thank goodness my debt wasn't too large, I'm grateful for affordable Japanese healthcare.

"Wait."

I turned to look at him.

"If you remember lots of the photography trick and tips and even how to use editing software, you should be regaining your memories."

OH F*CK!

You know what, screw it. He won't be able to find out anything on me anyways.

"Maybe. We should test it. Ask me some questions." I replied, finally happy to rid some of the guilt I've been carrying for lying.

"Where and when were you born?"

"(C/N) and (B/D)."

"Favourite colour?"

"(F/C)"

"Can you recite the quadratic formula?"

"I don't think I could before so no."

"Do you remember the plane crash?"

"I don't want to."

"That's okay, take your time. What about what school you were at?"

"I... I don't know..."

Yeah, there is no way I'm telling him what school I was at.

"Well, that's to be expected. What were the names-" Kyoya stopped himself. 

He looked at me rather sheepishly. I raised an eyebrow. 

Thankfully a doctor walked out and handed a file to Kyoya, breaking our staring contest. While they conversed, I twiddled my thumbs, I don't understand Japanese so it's not like I could offer my opinion to either of them. They stopped shortly and Kyoya turned to me, grabbed my hand, waved goodbye to the doctor and we walked out of the clinic.

"The doctor says that you're perfectly fine and your memories should already be back. But I think you shouldn't rush to remember if you can't. Okay?"

I nodded. This was rather surprising. Kyoya was being completely nice. No underlying motives, no money grabbing, no nothing. It was relaxing.

We waited outside for a  while in silence, until Kyoya angrily called Tamaki asking where they were and what they were doing and why they weren't here to pick us up like promised.

Kyoya then moved onto his phone. I could see him furiously typing and he moved away to make a few calls. My ears perked up when I heard my name, of course he was trying to research me. I sighed. I should've expected it.

The others soon pulled up and we got into the car, laughing and joking, but I heard Kyoya mutter to himself.

"It's like she doesn't even exist..." Kyoya muttered.

Maybe I don't.

I'm so sorry I haven't updated in so long, I just wasn't feeling motivated. But I'm back now. So yeah...