Ouran Host Chef

The Twins Fight!: 3

Why are so-called friends never consistent? You were beginning to feel like your soul, when it came to friends, was just a revolving door. Every time one of them opened their mouths you got angrier.

"But that's just it-- friends shouldn't make me feel this way. Friends should be there for you, listen to you when you're down, and be ready to stand with you. No-one here is even close to being a friend to me. 'You're our toy', those idiots, I swear, I am not just a toy!"

"You want a toy?"

You jumped and quickly turned around when you heard someone talk. At first, you didn't see anything but when you caught something moving in one of the empty classrooms, you furrowed your brows.

"Uh...hello?"

When there was no answer, your feet cautiously moved forward toward the door of the classroom. Your eyes scanned through the window, but you still couldn't see anyone. Just as your hand touched the doorknob, it started to turn on its own.

Your eyes widened as the door flew open, sending you to run backward as a dark figure poked his head out, he grinned as he stared at you.

"Toys, toys! If you like toys, then you should visit my Black Magic Club."

Your face contorted at his strange offer and you took a step back from him, inching your way across the hall. He fully emerged from the room and you spotted the black cloak that covered his entire form, his hair was covering his eyes, adding even more emphasis on his emo aesthetic.

"We've opened a marketplace that boasts black magic items from across the globe. We're also holding mass around the clock."

His arm revealed itself from the cloak, your eyes going big at the puppet his hand was inside.

"If you visit right now, I'll even throw in a free curse doll."

He got even closer, a wide smile on his lips as he pushed the doll in your face.

"Don't you want Belzenef as your free gift?"

Your mouth was agape at the extremely random situation you had found yourself in.

"Um...It sounds like a lovely offer, but I'm not really into that."

Not even a second after you finished your sentence, you felt hot breath on the back of your neck, startling you to turn around.

"Don't get involved with that guy, Mei."

You huffed from the slight scare he had just given you. "Tamaki, what are you doing here? You shouldn't breathe down a girl's neck like that!"

He barely acknowledged your response and only eyed the guy dangerously. "Stay away from him. If you don't, you'll end up being cursed."

You gulped at the seriousness in his voice. You might've been a little superstitious about that kind of stuff, so hearing it made a chill run down your spine. "W-what? Seriously?"

He grabbed your arm, pulling you away from the strange person, slight fear in his voice as he tried to hurry away. "Yes! Now come with me Princess, I'll keep you safe in the music room--"

"No!"

You managed to pull your arm free from his grasp, keeping your feet glued in place. "I'm not going back in there. You know, I can put up with all the times you make Haruhi and I feel terrible because of the way we live, but I will not tolerate being treated like that."

Tamaki sighed at your stubbornness, continuously eyeing the guy and his strange doll. "Oh come on princess, don't take it seriously. They care for you, as do I. That's why they're in there right now, fighting over what happened."