The New Kid (OHSHC Fanfic)

A Very Special Guest

Club hours were going the same as usual. I was sitting around sipping in tea, munching in cookies, and talking with my customers. I'd say we were sorta friends at this point. If it wouldn't have been seen as odd, I'd talk to them outside of club as well. But I think Kyoya would break up with me a punishment for doing that.

"Isane," Misaki called out to me, "Do you have any siblings?" We had currently been talking about in of my guests much younger brother, who was just learning how to walk.

I nodded. "I'm sorta the middle child," I told them simply. I had a set of twin brother who are older than me, and a younger sister.

I didn't get to say much else before there was a loud yell. "Isa!" someone hollard. I knew exactly who. There was only one person in the world who called me that.

Without delay I got up and made eye contact with them at the door. She wore a wide smirk, which was hidden as a smile. I tried to get to her quickly as to prevent her from saying anything else.

"Who are you?" Kyoya asked, obviously not recognizing the girl not in school uniform. Not to mention, not even in her clothes.

She smiled brightly up at Kyoya. "I'm Isane's sister," she introduced herself like she was proud of the role. "I'm Isabel." Despite the fact she knew exactly what Kyoya said, she responded in English.

I was now at her side, griping anto her shoulder tightly. "If you excuse me, I'd like to have a word with her in private," I told all those paying attention. I then halled her into the practice room, shutting the door behind us.

I turned to her with a glare. "What are you doing here?" I asked her, blocking the door so she could not leave.

"Can't I meet you're friends?" she scoffed, pushing her long pony tale of her shoulder.

My glare only got sharper. "No you can not," I told her, "You said so yourself that you did not want to meet them last night, with a slur of insults. Not to mention how rude it is not even speaking Japanese. We're in fucking Japan, and you know Japanese."

Isabel rolled her eyes. "I'm more comfortable speaking English, and they should understand me," she scoffed.

I sighed. So many things were agrocating me at the moment. All coming from the brat of my younger sister. "If you didn't want to come you should have stayed home," I repeated for I don't know what time. She's been complaining her entire time in Japan. We all would have been happier with her staying in America.

"You know I'm legally required to spend time with Mom," she groaned. She didn't hate Mom. No one could hate Mom. She hated being away from her friends, and her spoiling father. Not to mention, being around me.

I took an even deeper breath. Getting too angry is bad for my health." Why are you wearing my clothes?" I asked her. She was wearing a new pair of jean overalls I had yet to add patches to. As well as a shirt I had designed and fabricated myself.

"Cause they're so cute," she commented like it was a compliment. "You should dress like me more often. You drws too much like a boy."

Before I could get a rebuttle in the doors opened behind me. "Everything okay?" Haruhi asked, butting her head in. "All the guests have left, so you can come out if you want."

"She's going home," I told her, trying to stay calm.

Isabel slammed her foot on the ground and pouted. "No I'm not, I'm staying here," she shouted out. Still in English.

"What can't she stay Isane?" Tamaki asked, popping up behind his girlfriend. "Wed love to get to know your sister. We have only ever met Isac before."

I glared at her, trying to find an excuse as to why she should go home, that wouldn't raise suspicion of the fact I hate my sister. "She'd get in the way of club activities."

"I figured after such a disruption, it would be best or cancle club activities for rest of the day," Kyoya informed us.

I subconsciously threw my arms in the air. Sure, why not bring the twins in, and everyone will be here. "See Isa, it's fine that I stay," she declared with a fake smile.

I knew why she came. Isac had to have shown her a oic of my friends, instantly thought they were hot, and have come to try and get one, or have them stop being friends with me. "You can be such a mother hen," she teased me, "I guess that is just how older sisters can be."

She stepped out of the practice room, glancing at all. The guys, to see what their reactions were. I couldn't hide my smirk.

"They let you refer to them with gendered words?" Karou questioned.

"Whenever we do, we get the death glare," Hikaru added on.

I loved the falter in her step. She hadn't expect them to know my gender identity, or even my biological sex.

They started bombarding Isabel with questions. Of course she acted sickingly sweet, as well as talking down on me as much as possible.

"Sorry," I told Haruhi as I approached her. "She's refusing to speak Japanese. I don't get why they are indulging her, she knows plenty of Japanese."

"Its fine, I'm not really interested in her anyways," my friend shrugged. The two of us sat down, a bit away from the other. We were just observing.

"Isane wetted the bed alot when she was little," I heard the story she was telling. "It was so gross, I'd wake up every morning to that smell."

I groaned, rubbing my face. There were soany fallacies in her story. One being she was a baby at the time, so these are onlh stories she heard. Not to mention it was because I couldn't walk, as I had my first heart attack to too weak to use crutches. Then I actually wore night time diapers cause of it. Yes still embarrassing, but in a different way.

"Has she ever told you about Jason?" Isabel questioned. I slammed my head against the table. She took that as a no. "He was Isane's first ever crutch. They were friends first. She'd do practically anything to try and get his attention. It was so pathetic. Then when she finally confess, he rejected her. If only she noticed how much he hated her. I mean, she'd show her legs all the time. That is so weird. " She was also seeing if they knew about my prosthetics.

I just kept in taking deep breaths.

" So you do like boys, huh, "Hikaru teased me, skidding over to lean against the table I had buried my face in." Dose that mean I still have a chance? "

" Get over me you idiot,"I hissed at the twin, knowing the other one was listening in. It got to a point we can joke about it. But I know the two like me more than a friend should. They have no hope, hopefully.

" What do you mean? "Isabel asked innocently, hiding her annoyance from the strangers to her.

Tamaki stepped up to explain. "We went through some drama earlier this term, where both Hikaru and Karoy developed a crush on Isane. Isane declared they wants to focus more on school than anything else, and rejected them both."

Isabel started laughing. "You're lucky she's like that," she commented, "She is soo crazy. All she dose is obsessed over shows and books. She'd make a terrible girlfriend."

With a final deel breath I stood up and faced my sister. "You had your fun," I told her to her face. "Now we should go home. We can't leave the boys with Grandma alone for too long." We had a silent staring contest, to see who would win. I established my dominance by doing so.

"Wait for me in the hall, I'm just going to grab my bag," I told her, watching her sturnly until she left.

I tuendd to go grab my bag from the practice room. "Isane," someone called out to me.

I glanced over to see Kyoya approach me. Without hesitation, he gave me a hug. Not wanting to think about it, I hugged him back, feeling the tears of anger prick at the side of my eyes. After a moment we separated. "Call me when you get home," he told me, helping me clean up the leaking tears.

I rushed off to grab my bag and head out. I over heard them questioning Kyoya as I left. I knew I should have helped him explain, but I wasn't in the mood to. I just wanted to curl up under a blanket and cry.