The Overflow

Chapter 1

Surprise struck the brown haired female as she made a quick glance to view the person who belonged to the remark made. Once her eyes steady to the sight, introductions were beginning to take place. "I'm Haruhi Fujioka." The young female stated in a calm tone. Memories were at a flood with the spoken last name, the name itself carried not much of a legacy except for kindness and sorrow. In response, curiosity took flight."Fujioka? Could you be related to Kotoko?" The question lingered as it fell from my mouth. The brown head seemed to follow suit to my curious composure,"Yeah, that's my mom. How do you know h-." She questioned.

However, our conversation was cut short as the twins made their presence once again. Gladly the twins were not in a bickering spell for attention but instead looked to hold composure in relation of business inquiries. "It's almost time for the club." Hikaru seemed to have an ill mannered attitude. While Kaoru followed suit but in a much energetic tone. "The boss wants to throw a big auction but Kyoya needs help with some fine details." The boy said. With no other choice, I rolled my eyes while heading to the one place that holds no peace and quiet. My feet took two steps before calling out to Haruhi, to show sympathy and apologize for my quick absence. "Sorry I must go, but I look forward to finishing our conversation at a later time. With that being said, have a good rest of your day Fujioka."

Our journey reached its destination and on entrance to the club room chaos developed the atmosphere. The doors opened leaving shocked faces to grace the two twins, while I stood rather mutual. On first glance, any normal person looking at the scene of one teenage boy trying to annihilate the other by choking them would definitely cause some speculation. But for the host club it has almost become much of a weekly ritual at this point, especially if the loud, overdramatic blonde has overspent the clubs budget again, which seemed to be the exact reasoning to his now potential cause of death.

'Just ignore it,' I repeated in my mind. I then took a breath in to clear the frustration of the scene and continued on my walk over to the main desk. The desk itself was made of mahogany wood and graced with an everlasting stain covering. Mahogany, unlike most of the host clubs, holds maturity. The tree is classified as a tall evergreen with hard wood that turns reddish brown at maturity allowing much durability. The main desk held various documentation or like I call it potential. Sadly, the documentation in focus seemed to be very disorganized.

Time seemed to pass at a fast speed as the documents seemed to be longer and more timely. The loud blonde seemed to live past his best friend's murderous intentions as activities seemed to flow into arrangement. The host club was built on the foundation of our leader, the loud blonde known as Tamaki, to create a space to satisfy and entertain the rich that have too much time on their hands. That reasoning singerly helped establish the motto for the said club.

1. Good looks that attract the public eye.

2. More wealth than you can imagine.

3. Chivalry that will never be able to overlook the hideous wickedness of this world.

Document after document proceeded to influence my mood into a much worse one. Frustration was building up brick by brick waiting for the slightest wind to allow the tower to crumble. Kyoya, who is also known as the shadow king to people who have wrongfully crossed paths with him, must have sensed the tension. In a few strides the said shadow king was at my assistance to help aid the documents with various untouched tasks. Everything seemed to be going to plan now but of course something had to make a disturbance or should I say someone.

Haruhi Fujioka aged at the life statement of fifteen made an appearance slowly walking into the club room known as music room three. Rose petals took flight as the club was almost at awakening hours for our guest to arrive soon. With the entrance of a new person, the club members took the chance to pester the young female.