Kyoya looked at his watch again, tapping his foot impatiently. He had been standing outside of music room 3 for at least twenty minutes waiting for the sweets he had ordered to arrive. Sighing, he made a note in his black book to phone the manager of the Sweet Treats company to register a complaint; the delivery woman was supposed to arrive an hour ago.
I am going to get a discount for this tardiness, Kyoya thought to himself, pushing his glasses up, or my name's not Kyoya. Pushing his jet black hair out of his face, he leaned against the wall and stared down the hallway impatiently.
Tamaki popped his head out from inside of the music room. He looked at Kyoya for a moment, his blue eyes framed by his golden hair, then slipped into the hallway, a grin adorning his face.
"What's wrong Kyoya? You look like someone stepped on your goldfish!" Tamaki propped himself up against the wall with his elbow, his smile widening.
Kyoya glanced at him sideways, still leaning against the wall. "Where'd you hear that dumb phrase?"
"It's not dumb!" Tamaki yelled, his joy momentarily displaced by his disgust toward Kyoya's comment. "Haruhi taught it to me! I heard her say it after Honey dropped his ice cream the other day!"
Kyoya let out a small laugh. "That doesn't make it any less silly."
"What are you doing out here anyway, Kyoya?"
"I'm waiting for all the sweets we ordered. If they aren't here before we open, we may run out of cake."
A small chill ran down both of the second-year boys' spines, the picture of Honey-sempai throwing a fit of rage over the absence of his favorite sweet flashing through their minds.
"If they aren't here in ten minutes," Kyoya breathed, "I'm going to call the manager and have a word with him."
Pushing a cart loaded with cakes and chocolates, you wandered the hallways of Ouran High School. The yellow dress that served as the female school uniform was uncomfortable, and you sighed as you turned into another hallway you were pretty sure you had seen before. Your first day of school was a mess; your one responsibility was to deliver these sweets to music room 3, but Kahanu, your head maid that usually was in charge of delivery, had failed to inform you on the location of this "Host Club" that you were giving these sweets to.
"What I wouldn't give for a pair of pants and a shirt right now," you muttered to yourself, missing the easy pajama life of a private tutor. You hadn't been to public school since your parents had died in the plane crash, and that was nearly eight years ago. Not like they paid any attention to you anyway...
You stopped when you saw two boys your age standing against the wall down an adjacent hallway, talking to each other. One was propped up against the wall by his elbow. He had blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes, with a bit of a confident air about him. The other, who had his back to the wall, had sleek glasses and dark hair and eyes. He was writing in a small black book, obviously ignoring the blonde boy. Both were extremely handsome, and you couldn't help but blush a little. You caught sight of the sign above them saying in bold letters: "MUSIC ROOM 3."
So this must be the Host Club... you thought, hurriedly turning the cart and heading down the hallway. The dark-haired boy looked up from the book and, closing it when he saw your cart, headed toward you. Followed closely by the blonde boy, who was looking at you curiously with a flirtatious grin, the boy with glasses met you halfway down the hallway and stopped.
"I haven't seen you before," said the blonde boy, getting closer to you. "Are you new?"
"Uh... Yes, it's my first day. Are you from the Host Club?" His eyes flashed, his smile growing ever wider.
"Why, yes we are!" He replied, striking a dramatic pose. "Your first day, and you've already heard of us? I knew we were popular here, but I had no idea our beauty reached so far, so fast!" While he ranted something about beauty and God, the darker boy walked around to your side and shook your hand. His hand was warm and larger than yours, which made sense as he had at least a foot on you in height.
"Hello," he said, his voice cool, "My name is Kyoya Otori. Are you with Sweet Treats?"
"Yes I am," you replied, realizing how late you must be. That's why they were standing in the hallway... Clearing your throat, you look up at him, your best smile on your face. "I'm sorry I'm late, I may have gotten a little lost."
"Oh, no, it's quite alright." He smiled back, but you can tell that he is just being polite. Still, there was something about the way he was looking at you...
"Well," you let out a bit of a sigh of annoyance, "Allow me to give you a discount, for your troubles."
"You are too kind."
"Princess?" The blonde boy was back, smiling his flirtatious grin. "I am Tamaki Suoh, if you did not know that as well. May I ask what your name is?"
"I'm Yoshia Kuronu," you say, not realizing he had even stopped talking. "It's a pleasure to meet you both." You grabbed the handle of your push-cart and began to wheel it towards the music room, when Kyoya grabbed the handle and smiled down at you.
"Please," he smiled, a little less fake than last time, "Allow me." Pushing it into the music room, he held the door open for Tamaki to enter.
To your surprise, Tamaki grabbed you around the arm and held fast, pulling you gently toward the Host Club. "Please, princess," he whispered, "join us, we have a little time before classes start."
Blushing, you instantly wanted to refuse, but you couldn't bring yourself to disappoint him. You looked to see Kyoya was still standing there, watching you curiously, and you couldn't help but blush even more. Hesitantly, you agreed, and allowed Tamaki to escort you into the rose-scented music room. What have I just gotten myself into?