"Hahaha! Poor Haruhi!" I cried tears of pure joy.
My head was a fuzzy mess, I had no filter on my mouth, and I couldn't help but constantly laugh or giggle and be loud. This is the feeling of being drunk Aki, get used to it.
Haruhi teetered back into the dressing room with an unamused expression on her face.
"Aki, did you write that disgusting love note? I recognize your handwriting." Haruhi scowled as she peeled off her sandal heels.
I giggled and nodded, "with the dearest help of the shady twins!" Haruhi sighed heavily and took the other sandal off.
Takashi stood in the corner with Honey, who was talking animatedly to the giant. Haruhi walked off and I stood by myself twirling around in one spot. My dress is so pretty. Super sparkly and poofy.
"Aki~!" A voice cheered. I twirled around and faced the small boy. Honey looked up at me with his large caramel-like eyes.
I giggled and bent down to his height, "yes Mitsu-Kitty?" He looked adorable in his little dark brown tuxedo, Usa-chan stuck to him like glue.
"Did you know you and Takashi are matching?" He giggled, jumping in my lap as I lay on my knees.
I looked up at the silent giant in the corner and took notice of his outfit. He was in a black dress shirt and a white tie. A pair of black, leather-like skinny jeans adorned his legs, with grey dress shoes and a light grey blazer. His black hair was lightly spiked with a bit of hair gel. He was looking elsewhere, staring out the window while the moon shined on his face. Majestic.
"Oh," I muttered looking at Honey. There was no doubt in my mind that my face was burning, "that's r-really cool," I stuttered, a blush taking over my cheeks.
Haruhi stepped out the dressing room just as I picked up Honey and stood up. She had her brown suit on once again. "I'm matching with Haru-chan!" Honey yelled raising his arms up in the air.
I teetered in my high heels, the alcohol taking its effect on my balance, "Mitsu-Kitty~ I'm going to have to put you down now. I'm getting a bit dizzy," I muttered clutching my head.
"Alright!"
Objects focused and unfocused, and I was barely able to make out Haruhi holding me still. "Haruhi~ can I have another glass of wine?" I asked dizzily.
Honey jumped from my arms.
"No," a deep voice replied quickly.
"But Takashi!" I whined and peeled Haruhi's hands off my unstable body.
I heard Haruhi walk off with the small pitter patter of feet following. I rubbed my eyes and stumbled over to Takashi who thankfully caught me before I could fall flat on my face.
I felt him stare down at me as I buried my face in his dress suit. His scent... Oh my god. The scent of roasted coffee, cologne, and caramel, wafted through my nose. I clutched onto his upper arms and felt his arms wind their way around my waist.
I heard him mutter next to my ear. "You're too tall. Are those three-inch heels?" I hummed in agreement against his chest and clutched onto him tighter. I held onto him as if he was going to disappear any second.
I felt Takashi press his lips on the top of my head and I relaxed into his stance, welcoming the warmth that radiated off his body. He pulled me with him as he walked out the club room, and into the hallway. The sound of music and chatter becoming louder, and aching my already hurting head.
We entered the ballroom and he stood at the edge of the dancefloor.
Fangirls around us 'Aw'ed and let out quiet squeals of delight. I think I should be the one fangirling right now, Takashi's the one holding my hand and glaring down any guy that dare stares at me for too long.
Takashi bowed and clutched my right hand with his own. "Aki, would you like to dance?" He asked in all serious, although a small smile lingered on his pink lips.
"I would love to Takashi," I replied, my heart beating fast and butterflies erupting in my stomach, making me lightheaded. That's definitely not the alcohol.
He set us in a dancing position and we glided across the floor, taking quick but swift steps. We weaved through people as we danced to the orchestral music playing. Surprisingly I didn't trip over once despite my problems with my long legs and my alcohol intake of the night. It was a miracle I was even thinking straight.
Takashi's eyes bored into mine, and I tried to look back at him but if I made eye contact with him for more than three seconds, I would blush and avert my gaze.
"I didn't think he would leave scars." I looked up at Takashi and blinked. What? What scars? It might have been the wine messing with my head, but I didn't understand what he was talking about. He pulled his right hand out of its hold in mine, but we continued dancing.
I felt his smooth finger trace a line down the corner of my right eyebrow, and the edge of my mouth, where the ends of my lips fold inwards. It dawned on me what he was saying. "He got a few good cuts on me, it's alright though," I explained quietly.
The song was slowly coming to an end and we danced our way to the edge of the glossy floor. "Why didn't I notice them before?" He asked pulling my body against his and once again wrapping his arms around my waist loosely.
"Maria covered them with foundation and powder so that I wouldn't be labelled as violent." He chuckled quietly and hugged me, my face pressing against his shirt.
"Aki!" A familiar voice cheered.
I turned around and Tamaki stood there being ogled by girls and holding a small glass of wine. I pulled away from Takashi and slyly skipped my way over to my older brother, pulling the glass out of his hand and successfully drinking more than half the glass before Takashi pulled it out of my hands.
"I wasn't done with that!" I whined and stomped my foot, the effect no longer as good now that I looked like an adult.
Tamaki looked at me and grinned. He pulled me in for a hug then literally dragged me to the balcony when I could barely walk straight. Takashi followed closely behind his gaze burning into my back.
The minute I stepped outside a shiver burst through my body, making me rack my shoulders in the cold air.
Damn, for it becoming August it sure as hell is cold at night, usually it'd be humid. Tamaki set me down and sent a dazzling smile my way, returning it with one of my own. I love my brother.
A soft and warm material brushed my shoulders and I glanced at my shoulder, it being covered by a light grey jacket. Takashi's blazer. I pulled my arms through it and snuggled into it, the scent once again tickling my nose. I immediately relaxed into the warmth of his jacket.
Takashi stood behind me with Honey on his back, Tamaki took the place next to me on my left, holding a microphone in his hand, the twins took place next to Kyouya, and Haruhi stood to my right, sighing heavily. I'm drunker than I was earlier, maybe drinking that wine was a bad idea...
My vision was going haywire, as was my hearing and balance.
My vision blurred in and out, focusing on certain objects then blurring out. My hearing is completely fuzzy, all I can hear is cheers and Tamaki announcing something. I swayed on my feet and occasionally clutched onto the rail to stabilize myself.
I'm going to regret all this in the morning. "I don't feel too well," I muttered nearly falling on top of Tamaki who was yelling at the twins about Haruhi.
Haruhi caught me and stabilized my frame before walking down the steps.
I heard a round of gasps and Tamaki's dejected scream, and that's when my body decided to shut itself down. Oh god.
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One minute you're at a party then the next you wake up in a stranger's room, with a pounding headache, and the nervous thoughts of, "what the fuck happened?" Running through your head.
That basically described every American teenager's Saturday morning after a night of extreme partying and playing around.
Oh, but it gets worse.
The nervousness increases when you wake up with no clothes on. That my friend, Is when you have the right to have an emotional breakdown. But thankfully, I don't have to worry about that (too much) considering I woke up in someone else's clothes other than my own.
I sat up in the large bed and stared at the room I was currently held in.
The room smelled of dark roast coffee, caramel, and the heavy scent of Stetson Black, Takashi's cologne. There was a large bed with a black duvet and dark red pillows, and two bedside tables one with a lamp and an alarm clock.
Another dressing table sat on the other side of the bed with my phone plugged in being charged and a picture frame containing a photo of the host club, and another photo of the Haninozuka's and Morinozuka's.
I noticed one small frame behind the two, and I rolled on my stomach and reached for it. I looked at the picture and saw it was a clipping from one of the host club photo books, coming from my photo book.
I glanced up quickly at the bookshelf that sat in the corner and noticed all of Honey's and his photo books, and all of mine.
It was a picture of me elegantly sitting in my brother's 'king' chair, with a deadly smirk on my face and a long white cape pooling at the feet of my crossed legs. One elbow was on the armrest with my right cheek resting on the back of my hand. Black rose petals decorated the floor around me and my lap. Honey stood at my left side, a dead serious look on his face as he held just the hand of Usa-Chan in his left hand, the pink bunny dangling from his grasp. Takashi stood behind the chair a serious look on his face as well, but his eyes held a look that basically screamed, "if you touch her, I'll kill you."
To be honest, I absolutely love this picture.
Instead of placing it back behind the two picture frames, I rolled across the bed and set the small picture next to his black digital alarm clock. That way whenever he checks the time early in the morning when he first wakes up, he'll see Honey, himself, and I.
I looked around his room from the bed, staring at the poster covered white walls. Posters of famous martial arts and kung fu masters and actors such as Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee adorned the rich wooden walls. I noticed a few movie posters like the Korean action movie: The Suspect, James Bond, RED, and plenty of other action movie posters.
He had a bookshelf full of books, textbooks, DVDs, and CDs. Next to it was an oak wood and glass trophy case full of Kendo and martial arts medals, trophies, and awards.
A desk sat next to a grey curtained window, looking over the front of the lawns. Takashi's grey blazer was draped over the back of the desk chair, with my heels and dress sitting neatly in the seat.
I stared groggily at the grey ceiling with a headache pulsing at my temples. I yawned quietly and rubbed my left shoulder, brushing aside the large white T-shirt collar. I tugged my legs out the tangled white sheets that threatened to keep me trapped all day.
I threw my legs over the side of the black bed and pulled up the thigh high, blacks socks that were put on me.
I trudged my way into the bathroom, pulling down the long white shirt, that rested at my upper thighs. I locked the bathroom door and did my business before washing my hands and brushing my teeth with the spare toothbrush he left out for me.
I tamed my leftover frizzy curls with a comb. My curls turned to ringlet waves and I pulled them into two pigtails high up on my head. I used some of Takashi's spray deodorant, not that I think he would mind. Hopefully.
I noticed that I was only wearing my underwear, the thigh high socks, and Takashi's shirt, so I'm technically wearing a super short dress that reaches my mid thigh. I hope to god someone has shorts. I stepped out the bathroom and there stood Honey, holding Usa-chan in his arms.
"You're awake," he smiled, passing me a bottle of Advil and a cup of water. I popped one in my mouth and took a swig of water, hoping for this to cease the headache that was slowly starting to get worse, "thank you Mitsu-Kitty."
He hummed in response.
I followed Honey down the stairs and into the ancient Japanese style home. Dark oak walls, dark wood panel flooring, it was similar to an old Japanese home, except with a more modern feel.
Honey stepped into the kitchen and immediately started talking to members of the household. Takashi stood near the stove, cooking eggs and bacon, occasionally flipping a pancake or two. Sexy chef Takashi.
I stayed standing in the doorway. One woman's eyes glanced up at mine, and her face brightened immensely.
"Dear! We were wondering when you would wake up!" This lady looks so much like Takashi, she's very pretty.
My senses perked up when I felt a presence behind me. Male. Shorter than me. Haninozuka.
My eyes narrowed into slits, and all the people in the kitchen were watching in curiosity. I heard the sound of wind whistling at least two feet behind me, and I felt a hand's presence trying to hit the nerve cluster behind my ear.
One of the men of the house took steps towards me and in milliseconds I grabbed Chika's wrist, twisted it around, causing him to put himself in a chokehold with his arm, and lifted him three feet off the ground pressing him against the door frame, all with one hand.
"Oh, my," Takashi's mother muttered while the rest of the family members breathed in heavily.
"Nice try Chika-kun, although I advise you to be more aware of the fact that I can feel people trying to attack me and can foretell your movements. Better luck next time," I stared at him with slitted eyes.
"Yes. S-Senpai," Chika choked out before I released him and he dropped to the ground holding his neck.
"Get up," I said sternly and he did as I said, before bowing.
"I'll keep that in mind Annette-Senpai."
"Why is my son bowing to you?" A deep voice asked and I looked up with a straight face.
I bowed at an 80° angle, "please forgive me. It was rude of me to not introduce myself. My full name is Annette Aki Grantaine Suoh, head of the Grantaine dojo. I am friends with your son, Mitsukini," I explained, raising myself up from the bow.
I heard both Honey's and Takashi's father choke on their own saliva.
"Y-you're?" They stuttered in sync.
"Yes," I smiled, tilting my head to the side, "I'm Annette."
"How cute~!" Both mothers cooed.
"What about my son? What is your relationship with him?" Mr Morinozuka questioned.
Shit. I knew they were going to ask that! A blush coated my cheeks and I couldn't help but scratch the back of my neck nervously. "U-um..."
The mothers looked on with hearts in their eyes and I knew they were about to fangirl, the look on their face telling it all. "I-I..."
"Takashi likes Aki, and Aki likes Takashi!" Honey grinned. Steam billowed out my ears and I covered my face and turned away with shaky hands. The kitchen got deadly silent, apart from the crackling and popping of the bacon on the stove.
I turned my head back towards the two families, covering my mouth and cheeks that were on fire.
The women held deadly smirks, the father's had smiles on their faces, and Honey was grinning from ear to ear. Takashi, on the other hand, was as red as I was, and Chika looked indifferent.
"And you're the Suoh's daughter? I was never informed. Your grandmother never mentioned a nice young girl such as yourself!" Mrs Haninozuka smiled, and I froze.
Takashi, Honey, and their fathers gave me an unreadable expression. So the entire family apart from the women knew of my past? I looked at Takashi with an indifferent expression, much like his.
To be truly honest, it didn't bother me, because I know that one day before that old hag dies, she is going to pay for what she did to me. The same goes for that bitch, Ootori Yoshio.
"Well, you see, I lived in England. There was really no reason for them to mention me unless you count the Suoh Caffeum Company," I replied coolly, playing off the silence as it was nothing.
The fathers turned back to their coffee and Chika entered the kitchen while I stood at the door. "Don't worry dear, come in!" Takashi's mother beckoned with a small smirk.
I walked up to her and whispered in her ear nervously, "I was wondering if you have a spare pair of shorts... I only seem to be wearing Takashi's shirt and these socks," I blushed.
"Of course!" She jumped up, "let me get them for you!" She ran up the stairs leaving me behind, nervously fiddling with the hem of the silent giant's white shirt.
"Aki. Pancakes or waffles?" Takashi turned around holding a spatula. "W-waffles!" I stuttered excitedly, a few sparkles visibly flying off my body. I think one hit Honey, "ouch." Yep.
I heard the beeping of a waffle oven and my mouth watered. "Before you ask," Takashi's deep voice said, "we do have whipped cream and strawberries."
Oh my god, I love this family.
"Here you go~!" Takashi's mother cheered, her long black hair flying behind her. She tossed me a pair of black dri-fit shorts and I hurriedly slipped them on, when no one was looking.
Takashi handed me a plate with two waffles sandwiched together with a large amount of whipped cream and fresh strawberries in the middle. I brought the plate with a knife and fork into the dining room that was encased in a conservatory-like building. Through the windows you could see the ancient Asian garden filled with bamboo forests and small streams.
I set the plate on the table and stared out the windows in awe. Birds fluttered around the garden and an old man tended the rock garden in the corner of the back garden. I noticed a small pond close to the conservatory filled with koi fish and I gasped with excitement.
"You like Asian gardens?" Mr Haninozuka asked walking in with a plate of eggs and bacon. Mr Morinozuka followed shortly behind.
"Yes sir," I smiled kindly, "I have one of my own consisting of around five or six acres and an ancient style dojo in the back. I tend to it myself."
"You take care of six acres worth of garden? When do you get the time?" Takashi's father asked sitting at the table. I pulled a chair out and sat in between both of them.
"Every Sunday after my morning dojo classes. At the classes, I teach little kids, and a few other people martial arts," I cut my waffles and ate the whipped cream, strawberry goodness.
"I hear you teach the Ootori police force alongside us," Honey's father muttered quietly as the two women entered, "how does Yoshio not know?"
"I make every student sign a contract. Then I tell them to say that they were taught by the Haninozuka's and Morinozuka's," I shoved some more waffles into my mouth and chewed happily.
"That explains everything," Takashi's father chuckled. Mr Haninozuka nodded as he ate his bacon.
"Who takes care of your cafe every day?" I looked up at Mrs Haninozuka.
"From 5:45 am to 2:30 in the afternoon, an old lady friend of mine takes care of it for me. At around that time in the afternoon my three friends from Lobelia, come in and it turns into a maid cafe, a popular spot for school kids."
Honey bounced in holding a large plate, no... A huge plate of waffles and pancakes. What I least expected was for the martial arts master to trip over his own feet right behind me. Usa-chan went flying and I slid out the seat.
Both families looked on in horror, with Takashi and Chika walking into the room. I skidded onto the floor on my back, the pink bunny hit Mr Morinozuka square in the face, Honey landed on my stomach, and I caught the plate mid-air, catching all the whipped cream covered pancakes and waffles with my right hand.
I balanced the plate up in the air and breathed a sigh of relief. "Mitsu-Kitty~" I whined, "you need to be more careful! What would have happened if all this fell to the floor?" I scolded him.
Mr Haninozuka took the plate from my hand and set it on the table. Honey clutched onto me, his large eyes tearing up, "I-I'm sorry!" He cried, burying his face in my chest.
I patted his head and ruffled his hair gently, "you would've been able to eat my breakfast. It's a good thing I caught the plate too. You would've been all scratched up and hurt if I hadn't have caught you," I whispered into his ear.
"Thank you~!" He sobbed into my chest. Takashi and Chika sat down at the table and I picked Honey up, sitting him on my lap as I sat at the table.
I took Usa-chan out of Mr Morinozuka's hands and set the large pink bunny on Honey's lap. I picked up a fork and cut a bit of his pancake, feeding it to Honey who was slowly getting over his crying fit. He's like a cute little boy.
Soon breakfast was over and the table was cleared, leaving me with a napping Honey resting on my lap in the living room. "So, Haninozuka-san, Morinozuka-san, what is your usual Saturday schedule?" I asked, sitting on the couch.
"Well, our wives usually go shopping on Saturdays, and we tend to lounge around and read the newspaper after a long week of work. Our sons just do whatever they please, Takashi and Honey especially go around with you and the host club."
"Our sons talk about you quite a lot," Honey's father smiled and Mr Morinozuka smirked, "especially Takashi." A blush coated my cheeks. These two are as bad as the twins.
"Oh my god," I groaned touching my cheeks. The two fathers laughed and Honey slowly woke up. They both shut up quickly and froze, their faces draining.
Now, this is priceless. Mr Haninozuka scared of his own son? Oh man.
"Good morning Mitsu-Kitty~ Did you have a nice sleep?" I whispered into his ear. "Hmm..."
I looked up at the two fathers who were sweating buckets, "just go back to sleep, its okay," I whispered and just like that, he was out like a light.
They sighed heavily and got up, "we'll be in the dojo. Takashi will take care of you I'm sure," Mr Haninozuka smirked and I blushed.
Damn it.
[edited 2018.6.9]