Cheater! [OHSHC KyoyaxOC One-Shot]

Cheater!

"Hey, Kyoya-kun?"  Tamaki asks.  It's a few minutes before the bell rang for the first class of the day.  The other students are chatting or doing their homework at the last minute, while I see a few catching a few more winks of sleep, which is what I want since Tamaki kept me up most of the night with his wretched phone call.  It was about some off-the-wall plan for the Host Club as usual.

"Yes, Tamaki-kun," I say nonchalantly, not even bothering to look at him.  I'm on my laptop, looking for something.  "What do you want now?"

"Let's ask Mii-chan if she'll paint the Host Club's portrait," he utters in his usual enthusiastic way.  

"Go ask her yourself."

"Mmm...."

I look up at him giving me the begging face.  His violet eyes are big and glazed.  He looks at his hands whose forefingers are pressing together and twisting like how an eight year-old would.  "Please?  I have no effect over her."

"That was entirely your fault," I say, turning back to the screen on my laptop.

"It wasn't my fault.  I didn't know she would react that way.  How on earth could she have resisted my charms?"  He asks me, waving his hands around overly dramatic and then posing.

I remember it all too well:

"Class, this is Akihiro Kasumi.  She will be joining our class now," our homeroom teacher said.

Kasumi Akihiro: Home schooled until Freshman year of high school.  Father: Akihiro Ichiro.  A computer expert and an alarm system programmer.  He makes the security system for my family and among other wealthy families and companies.  Her mother, Akihiro Mika, sells her art to museums who'll buy.  There may not be much, but it wouldn't be too bad if I was friends with her; there may even be some benefit to come from it from her father's side of business, I remember thinking.  

It was our first year of high school when she came.  I had met her a few times before at dinner parties, but I had no motivation to formally meet her.

Tamaki stood up before I could stop him . . . or give Kasumi some sort of warning.  "Akihiro Kasumi!"  He said excitedly.  He bowed humbly and gracefully.  "I am Tamaki Suou, a prince for a beautiful princess, such as you.  Welcome to Ouran."  He went to reach for her hand, but only found air.  

Kasumi had shirked against the chalkboard with her blue-green eyes widened with tears collected in the corners behind her thin-framed glasses.  There was a huge blush on her face.  Her shoulders were stiff, her hands were pressed against the wall behind her and the poor girl was shaking.  She definitely wasn't expecting someone like Suoh Tamaki.

"Suoh-san," the teacher said sternly.  "Sit down in your seat."  He looked at Kasumi and then said, "I am so sorry Akihiro-san.  He's one of our more rambunctious students."

More like stupid.

"Please, have a seat."

She hesitantly came off of the wall and walked to an empty desk.  She made sure to make a large berth around Tamaki and to sit in one of the available desks that were farthest away from him.  She made a very wise choice.

Tamaki apologized to her at lunch and she shyly accepted it, but she still made sure to keep a safe distance if she could manage.  We all know how pushy Tamaki can be.  In fact, I'm absolutely sure he was the sole reason why she never stepped foot in our club room.  She would have been perfect for Mori or Haruhi.  Honey would be another good possibility if she was in the shota type.  I wouldn't have minded hosting her either, but I was always kept busy.

"I'm sure if you come with me she will accept the great task of the Host Club," he says overdramatically.

I let out an annoyed grunt and closed my laptop.  "Fine," I mutter.  I'm about to stand, but the bell rings and the teacher wants everyone to sit down.