The Two Lights (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 3

(A/N: Just so you don’t get confused, Tamaki and Kyoya were not in class and were at the host club when Tsuki and Taiyo were introducing themselves.)

Third Person P.O.V.

The hosts stared on, flabbergasted that the small boy hasn’t even acknowledged their presence nor the fact that he was kidnapped from his elder brother. The boy finally looked up when Tamaki coughed (not so) subtly.

The hosts finally got a look at the small, pale, cherubic face the boy possessed. Tsuki gasped when he realised that it wasn’t Taiyo who was picking him up but the two strawberry blondes with almost identical smirks on their lips. He looked around, trying to spot his brother but there was no such luck.

The boy slowly stood up, revealing his small stature.

“C-can I help you?”

A boy who looked very professional and serious, Kyoya Ootori, stepped forward, Death Note in hand.

“Tsuki Hikari, five feet tall, class 2-A, allergic to almonds, and anemic but it doesn’t specify what type.”

Tsuki tilts his head to the side unknowingly cutely.

“Did Mr. Suoh give you authorization to look at other students files or did you hack into the database? That is Mr. Suoh’s son beside you, and, assuming you are friends, I am guessing that you got him to ask his father to give you access to student information to ‘scope out’ new candidates to join your club. You shouldn’t use that information against the students in hopes of intimidating them. I would also appreciate it if you wouldn’t use such tactics of intimidation on myself or any other person who has a decent enough IQ,” the boy muttered quietly.

The host club fell into shocked silence as Tsuki down talks someone almost a foot taller than himself all the while barely speaking above a whisper. Tsuki turns his gaze to the other occupants of the room and brightens when he recognizes one of the faces. He quickly stalks over to the girl only a inch taller than himself with a timid smile on his face.

“Hello, Haruhi-senpai. I’m sorry you had to see my intimidation tactics,” he said with a shy smile, seemingly embarrassed.

“Senpai?? Why are you calling me senpai?” Haruhi asked, confused.

“Because you are older than me?”

“B-but, you’re a grade higher than me…”

“.....yeah?”

“But you’re younger than me?”

“Yep!” Tsuki said with a small laugh.

“How old are you, Tsuki?”

“Oh, I’m 14.”

Everyone listening in on the conversation choked on their spit, Kyoya muttering ‘So it wasn’t a mistake.’

“W-what’s your IQ, Tsuki. If it’s above mine, then you have to let me call you Tsuki-senpai.”

“U-ummm, okay.”

“......so??”

“My IQ is 187,” he muttered quietly.

Everyone who knew how impressive that was gasped sharply, while the rest(Tamaki, Hikaru, and Kaoru) were confused but played it off like it was nothing.

“I bet that isn’t as good as Haruhi,” Hikaru spoke up.

“Yeah, Haruhi is way smarter than you,” Kaoru taunted.

“Of course my daughter is better than this boy!” The ‘king’ exclaimed exuberantly.

Kyoya quickly snapped at them.

“Hikari-san is a certified genius whose IQ surpases my own as well as Einstein and Stephen Hawking so if I were you I would be quiet right about now,” he hisses harshly.

All three go to the emo corner to mope about being yelled at by ‘Mommy’.

“Then you have to let me call you Tsuki-senpai now,” Haruhi reminds Tsuki.

Tsuki smiled softly at her and was about to speak when the doors to the club room burst open, revealing an angry red-head, his face almost as red as his hair, breathing heavily with a menacingly-heavy dark aura around him.

“Where. Is. He.?!?” He growled threateningly.

“Tai-nii?”