Summer, a beautiful time of year. It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing; flowers are blooming, there is no school, only peace and quiet. Miki laid in her bed, curled up like a baby. Since summer vacation has begun, she has been ever so diligent in drawing new designs, as well as the explorations of more TV dramas. And thanks to that, she has been sleeping much later than usual. Unlike Tamaki, whose policy bedtime was 10 p.m. sharp.
On the morning of the third day into their vacation, the warm sunlight peeking through the window gently poked at her cheek, slowly her bringing out of the Dreamlands. Suddenly, her phone began to ring on her bedside table, causing her eyes to open slightly. She groaned a little, closing her eyes she rolled onto that side of the bed, reaching her hand out, she repeatedly patted the surface, trying to find it. Once she got a hold of the object, she reeled it in. Without even checking who it is, she opened her flip phone and placed it close to her ear.
"Hello? Who is i-"
"MY DAUGHTER! MY DAUGHTER IS GONE! I CAN'T GET THROUGH TO HER! SHE MUST HAVE BEEN KIDNAPPED! CONTACT THE POLICE! WE HAVE TO REQUEST AN EMERGENCY DEPLOYMENT OF THE SDF, JUST IN CASE!" Tamaki's voice belted out of the ear speaker and into Miki's mind, shocking the poor girl awake. She immediately closed her phone, slightly irritated with how she was awoken. And this is coming from the girl who is woken up every day with her doors busting open. Rubbing her eyes and swung her legs over the edge of her king-sized bed. Slipping into her slippers, she sighed as she got up and made her way to Tamaki's room. Who she could clearly hear yelling about how she hung up.
Gently knocking on his door, Miki let herself in, still wearing her navy blue nightgown. Antoinette noticed her and immediately lunged over, giving her licks and barks of good morning.
"Tamaki-kun, you do realize we are in the same house, right?" Miki asked tiredly, her hands routinely running through the retriever's soft fur.
However, her question quickly rolled over his head as the blond continued to panic while yelling at the host's portraits, Miki's now added to the mix beside Mori on the far left. Holding the phone with an impossibly long cord, Tamaki continued to cry comical tears. "I'm sure they were unable to pay their rent and were forced into servitude!" He shouted, grabbing into a half-asleep Miki and shaking her by the shoulders as the dog beneath her got up and ran out the room energetically. "Otherwise, why else would they flee into the night?!"
"Waah! Haru-chan!" Honey cried.
"Sir, you 're too loud," Hikaru complained groggily. "You could just call her cell phone."
Miki blinked her heavy eyelids; she wondered if Haruhi even told her brother she was going to Karuizawa.
"Cell phone?" Tamaki snapped around, glaring at the graffitied portrait of the twins. Flailing his arms in the air, he yelled at them. "You think Haruhi would have something like that?!"
Miki tilted her head, still petting Antoinette's head. Did Tamaki not have her cell phone number? She was about to open her mouth to ask, when Tamaki snapped his fingers, turning around, he pointed at Miki. "I know... There is a society among the commoners, call the fly-by-nighters!"
"Forgive me for interrupting your dramatic delusion," Kyoya's voice poured through the speakers behind the portrait. "But Haruhi is in Karuizawa." He informed.
Tamaki flinched, looking up at Kyoya's portrait dumbfoundedly. "Not only did Haruhi go bankrupt, flee by night, and get kidnapped, but she's in Karuizawa?" He slumped to the side, looking visibly exhausted.
"No, Tamaki-kun." Miki sighed, letting out a small yawn. "Haruhi is working there for a family friend during the summer." She said, stretching her arms up above her head.
"Eh?!" Whipping his head around, Tamaki gawked. "You knew of this?!"
"Of course, she told me," Miki replied, cocking her head to the side.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"
Blinking, Miki stared blankly. "You never asked, you were just panicking."
Sitting in the Ootori family helicopter, Miki sipped her commoner's iced coffee with a delighted expression. She cupped her cheek, letting out a sigh in satisfaction. Tamaki was leaned against the window of the chopper, eyes sweeping the ground beneath them like a hawk. The rest of the host club also sat in the helicopter each doing their own thing. Hikaru was playing a video game on his system with Honey clutching Usa-chan and glancing over his shoulder. Mori was simply sitting there, Kaoru was looking through a Karuizawa pamphlet while Kyoya was writing in his notebook. Miki found her eyes wandering towards him, she stared for a moment before averting them away.
I'm going to get her to fall in love with me.
I wonder how he's doing with that? She thought, taking another sip of her commoner's coffee.
"There she is! I see her!" With tears in his eyes, Tamaki grabbed the mic on the side of the helicopter and leaned over the edge, causing the vehicle to tip to the side, startling everyone else in it. Thanks to the sudden imbalance, the cup in Miki's hand slipped, and the contents splashed onto her white chiffon dress.
Once the helicopter landed in the large green fields of Karuizawa and Tamaki got his flamboyant monologues out of the way, Haruhi took Miki in to change out of her coffee-stained dress.
"I'm sorry Miki-senpai, this is all we have right now." Haruhi sat on her bed, waiting for Miki to finish changing in the bathroom. "I didn't think you guys would actually have enough free time on your hands to come looking for me..." She muttered, looking slightly dejected that her supposed 'relaxing vacation' went up in smokes.
"Hehe. Of course, we would've. Tamaki-kun thought you went bankrupt and got kidnapped." Miki giggled as she exited the bathroom with a grand gesture. "Ta-da!" She sang. "How does it look?" Stepping out, she wore a simple navy blue t-shirt with white capri pants, but laid over it was an apron mirroring Haruhi's. Only the yellow ruffles were swapped out with lilac ones.
"You look great, Miki-senpai." Standing up with a soft smile, Haruhi complimented. "Misuzu-san made two aprons for me to choose from, so I was worried about what I'd do with the other. I'm glad you get to wear it."
"We're matching now, aren't we?" Like an overly energetic child, Miki jumped forward and enveloped Haruhi into a giant bear hug and nuzzling her cheek. "It's my first time wearing matching clothes with a friend; this is so exciting!"
"Please let go of me, Miki-senpai." Haruhi groaned, trying to escape from her upperclassman's tight grasp with a wry smile. "We should go downstairs, everyone is waiting, aren't they?" She suggested.
"Oh, you're right." Releasing Haruhi, Miki giggled apologetically. Taking the brunette by the hand, she tugged her in the direction of the door. "Let's go!" She beamed as bright as the summer sun.
As the two girls made their way downstairs, they found Misuzu and the remaining hosts talking. If Miki were honest, seeing Misuzu reminded her of that lingering question she had about Haruhi being a tranny. As well as sparkled a ton of others, mostly about his preferred honorific, 'chi.' But she also remembered that if she asked, it would undoubtedly get Kyoya rather upset, so she kept her mouth shut.
The little pension was adorable, with the cottage-like theme and the refreshing view. The set-up was simple and sweet, very darling. A large grand piano was propped up against the open window, letting a soft breeze blow in.
"Oh, Haruhi-chan! Miki-chan!" Swaying back and forth in a feminine manner, Misuzu cooed. Miki couldn't help but keep her gaze stuck to his long and luscious hair. "You both look so cute in those aprons! I made them by hand, do you like them?"
"Yes," Miki's voice grew bubbly. "I love it! Thank you so much for letting me borrow it!" She bowed slightly.
"Miki!" Tamaki was the next to rush up as he threw himself at the strawberry blonde. "I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to ruin your dress!" He cried comically, before looking up at his sister who had a wry smile as she patted his back. "You aren't mad at me, are you?" He asked, giving her puppy dog eyes.
"Of course not," Miki chuckled, giving a few pats to her brother's soft blonde hair, almost like he was Antoinette. "But it's a shame; I liked that dress too. I suppose I could just get a new one when we get home." She shrugged, the sparkling smile still on her face.
Couldn't you just wash it...? Haruhi thought to herself with a deadpan.
After things began to settle down, the hosts all gathered outside the pension for tea. Miki sat with Kyoya on the table next to Haruhi's, observing her surroundings as Haruhi, the Twins and Tamaki went on to ramble about Haruhi's cell phone contacts and her lack of a passport. She stared up curiously at the angel-shaped object that spun in the wind, blinking as it swayed in the air, it paused before changing directions as the new wind picked up.
"Is something the matter?" Glancing up from his notebook, Kyoya asked.
"Hm?" Darting her eyes back to meet his, Miki blinked. "Oh, I'm just curious about what that spinning thing is." Quickly averting her eyes, Miki pointed up at the gold angel. "What is it called?"
"That's called a weathervane," Kyoya took a deep breath, looking back down in his notebook. "It's used to show the direction of the wind."
"It reminds me a lot of you, Kyoya-kun," Miki commented with an innocent smile, resting her chin on her hands as she looked up at the object.
Hearing that comparison, Kyoya's eye twitched in annoyance. Maybe in those mere three days of being apart, he forgot just how airheaded she was. "Really?" He asked, trying his best not to seem too irritated. "How so?"
Tapping her chin, Miki hummed thought for a moment. "It stands up there, rain or shine, steaming hot or freezing cold so it can fulfill its duty to tell people the direction of the wind." She explained enthusiastically. "Just like how you always stood by me, teaching me more about the world, be it new words, objects or people."
Hearing her comparison, Kyoya let out an irritated sigh. The anger in him dissipated slightly.
Just slightly.
He still didn't appreciate being compared to a weathervane of all things.
Before being able to say anything else, he heard Haruhi say something of interest. "Look, just leave, please, everyone." She sighed in an exaggerated manner. "We'll all see each other come the new term anyhow, whether we want to or not. We're all free to spend our vacations on our own, right?"
Maybe it was out of stress-relief from what Miki said, maybe it was just for fun, he decided to tease Haruhi a little. "School rule number 9: Part-time jobs are prohibited." He recited, sliding out the Ouran Academy handbook.
Haruhi flinched, hearing those rules. "Er... um... is that right?" She stammered.
"Did you hear?" Hikaru whispered a little too loudly to Kaoru. "That girl has a job without the school's permission!"
"My, she has some nerve huh?" Kaoru said back, eyes gleaming with mischief.
"It's nice to come out to Karuizawa once in a while to get out of the heat, huh?" Honey asked, clinging onto Mori's back. The silent giant held the guidebook Kaoru was looking over in the helicopter, nodding in agreement.
"Woah, look! They are going to be holding a festival here soon!" Miki gasped, pointing at an article in the book.
Kyoya stood over her, also looking through the book. "I've gotten tired of going overseas." He agreed, holding up his glasses.
"It is true; you are free to spend your own vacation on your own," Tamaki spoke, a hand on his chin. "In which case, you would have no grounds to stop us. Let's all stay here at this pension in the VIP guest rooms." He turned around a smug grin on his face.
"N-No!" Haruhi let out a dramatic scream, falling to her knees.
At this point, Misuzu came into the garden, holding a new pot of tea and has overheard the conversation. "I'm sorry," He cooed. "I'd like to let all of you stay here, but unfortunately, I only have one guest room available."
"Just one room, you say?" Tamaki repeated thoughtfully. "What else can be done? Very well, I, the president will represent everyone." He declared, pointing at himself with an excited grin.
"Tama-chan, no fair!" Honey whined, clutching Usa-chan.
"Are you just out for yourself?" Hikaru asked, creeping up from behind. "Have you no sense of solidarity?"
"You're the one who was complaining so much about it before," Kaoru added.
Thanks to that, Tamaki began murmuring to himself as the twins exchanged a playful look. They crept up behind him; arms hooked around each other. "Hey, sir, we just came up with a fun game. Want to play with us?" Hikaru began.
"We call it the 'Guestroom refreshing job contest in Karuizawa.' " Kaoru then announced.
"We'll work all day here at this pension, where they say they are shorthanded," Hikaru explained.
"And, whoever leaves the best impression on Misuzu-san, gets to stay as the guest." Kaoru finished.
"Sounds fun!" Placing the cups down, Misuzu exclaimed, eyes gleaming. "All right, all right, I'm in on this plan! Yes, if the one who I choose as most refreshing stays here, then it will undoubtedly lead to increased popularity for my pension!
"Our finest regards to you!" The twins chimed.
"I'm going to work you to the bone!" Misuzu declared, winking at the group. "Until I make my decision, I will not treat you as guests!"
And with that, the games began.
Miki crouched next to Tamaki, watching as he hammered away at the fences. Honey was sitting on a chair, next to them as he munched on a piece of cake, legs swinging happily.
"Are you not going to participate, Miki?" Tamaki asked, giving her a gentle smile. He kept his eyes glued to the fence before him, careful not to hit his hand.
Miki shook her head gently. "I don't really have any reason to stay here, and I'd prefer staying in a spacious mansion than a cramped pension." She spoke. "Speaking of which, since when did you know how to do manual labour?" Tilting her head, she rested the side of her cheek on her knees.
"This is the first time in my life that I'm holding a hammer." He confessed, chuckling a little. Still having trouble to hammer the nail directly.
"How is it?" Miki blinked.
"It's actually kind of fun." Putting down his hammer, Tamaki turned to her with his eyes crinkled. "I'm surprised you actively help out with this type of stuff." He commented.
Her hazel eyes widening, Miki gasped. "Eh? How did you know about it?" She exclaimed.
"Of course, I know." Snickering a little, Tamaki gazed at her with loving eyes. "You are always rushing around, helping with any extra manual labour that needs to be done on our sets." Reaching up, he gently petted Miki's strawberry blonde hair with a proud grin. "You are my precious little sister." He mentioned in a lower tone so that bystanders wouldn't hear. "I'll always make sure to watch out for you."
Miki stared at his tender expression for a few moments before breaking into a smile of her own, because that was the only thing she could offer him when they were out under public eye. As much as she wanted to hug him, thank him, and call him big brother, she knew she couldn't. Instead, she stood up slowly, dusting off her apron. "Good Luck, Tamaki-kun." She encouraged him with a bright beam, holding both hands in fists.
"Yeah!" Tamaki winked, giving her a thumbs up. "Just watch me, I'll win this."
As Miki walked away, Honey let out a chuckle.
"Tama-chan," He said, swallowing a piece of cake. "You really love Miki-chan, huh?"
"It's the least I can offer to her." Tamaki picked the hammer he placed in the soft grass, staring at it as he spoke. "There's no telling what could happen in the future; she may even be sent back to confinement. I want to at least be able to give her some great memories to hold onto for the rest of her life." He then turned to Honey, giving the boy a wry smile. "Though she always feels so close, yet so distant. She won't even call me Big Brother at home."
Honey hummed, keeping the fork in his mouth as he turned to look at Miki's hair reflecting against the summer sun. His lips curled upwards.
"I think Miki-chan loves you very much too."
"You two there!" Out of nowhere Misuzu appeared looking crossed. "No slacking! Minus three points!"
Miki returned to the gardens, where she found Kyoya typing away on his laptop. He peered up to check who it was before darting his eyes back to his work.
"Nice Apron." He commented a smug smirk slapped onto his face.
"Hehe, thanks." Giggling, Miki took a seat in front of him and propped her head up with the base of her palms. "What are you doing, Kyoya-kun?"
"The Book Report." He responded, not lifting his head. "You should begin working on it too."
"Eh? But we have til the school festival to do it." She reasoned, pressing her lips together. "Besides, the symbolism analysis shouldn't take that long to do."
"It depends on what book it is." Kyoya shrugged, his fingers rapidly typing on the keyboard.
Averting her eyes, Miki noticed Mori stepping out of the pension, carrying a table. "Rapunzel is a pretty short book, so it shouldn't take that long." She hummed.
Suddenly, Kyoya's typing stopped. Not moving, his eyes darted up as he raised an eyebrow at her. "Your book of choice was Rapunzel? As in Rapunzel by the Grim Brothers?"
Miki nodded, a little confused regarding why he suddenly stopped typing.
"How are you going to perform a symbolism analysis on that book?" Kyoya sighed, leaning back he picked up the teacup to take a sip. "That book is a child's fairy tale. What kind of symbolism are you going to find?" He pointed out.
Shaking her head, Miki clicked her tongue. "That's not true," She wiggled her finger playfully. "There is lots of symbolism in any book. You just need to look hard enough."
An amused smirk quickly spread across his lips. Placing the cup down, he crossed his legs under the table. "So enlighten me then," He narrowed his eyes at her. "What kind of symbolism have you found?"
"For example," Tapping her cheek with her index finger, Miki thought for a moment. "Near the end of the story, when the prince falls off the tower after his encounter with the sorceress, why were his eyes blinded?"
"That's pretty obvious," Pushing up his glasses, Kyoya looked at her with a smug expression. "He was punished for giving in to the temptation of Rapunzel's beauty."
Miki quickly shook her head, eyes in a downcast staring into the orange tea Kyoya was drinking. "If it were her looks that attracted the prince, then yes, that analysis would be correct. However," Her hazel orbs flickered up to meet his. "What drew the prince to her wasn't her beauty, it was her singing voice." She pointed out. "If anything, wouldn't it make more sense for the prince to be deafened?"
Kyoya fell silent for a moment as he recalled the fairy tale he was read so long ago. She was right; the prince was entranced by Rapunzel's voice.
"There's more," Miki continued. "Why would the prince regained his sight the moment he and Rapunzel reunited?" She asked with a thoughtful expression almost as if she had been pondering these questions all of her life.
Smirk deepening, Kyoya leaned forth with an elbow on the table, closing the distance between them, so close their foreheads could be touching. He watched her as her eyes met his, staring at him blankly. "So what's your take on this then?"
Miki blinked as her eyes averted away, "I don't know." She stated bluntly.
Kyoya's eyes widened, he backed away slightly, gazing at her.
"I don't know," Miki repeated, this time with a little sorrow laced in her voice. "I've read this book more times I can count." She admitted. "But I've never figured out either of those things."
Leaning back, Kyoya changed his focus onto the laptop before him, scanning his book report. "I see." He muttered before noticing Haruhi approach them on the porch.
"Kyoya-senpai, Miki-senpai, neither of you are participating in the game, are you?" She asked, looking a little exhausted.
Miki shook her head. "I would prefer just to observe this time. I don't really have much of a reason to stay in this pension after all" She chuckled.
Letting out a sigh, Kyoya closed the laptop. "Even if I did win, it wouldn't do me any good to stay by myself at this pension. I'll just watch here as much as I like then leave for the cottage."
"Cottage?" Haruhi raised an eyebrow. "You mean your family's?"
"Yes, that's right," Kyoya spoke, taking a sip of his tea.
"All of us have one in the area," Miki added, pointing over the mountains. Haruhi followed her finger, sweatdropping.
"Master Kyoya." A voice suddenly called out as multiple men in dressed in suits and sunglasses appeared, carrying six different travel bags. "We have gathered everyone's luggage." They informed him. "Where shall we take them to?"
"I guess we'll all stay at Honey-senpai's vacation home since it's the closest to here." He turned to Miki. "Is that alright?"
"No objections!" Miki cheered, raising her hand like a child.
Nodding, Kyoya ordered the men. "Take them over there."
"Yes, sir."
And with that, they were off.
"So then," Placing his cup down with a crooked smirk. "About this refreshing contest, who do either of you think will win? Shall we all make a bet?"
"No thanks, I have no idea," Haruhi replied flatly.
"Oh! I'll play!" As usual, jumping onto things without regards to the consequences, Miki volunteered.
Smirk deepening, Kyoya glanced over at the energetic blonde. It was more than obvious this was her first time making a bet. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as her body leaned forward. "Very well, the loser will have to endure a punishment game from the victor. Are you okay with that?"
"You're on!" Miki nodded determinedly, her cheeks gleaming.
Miki-senpai, you are definitely going to regret this later. Haruhi thought to herself with a sweatdrop.
"Well then, let's take a look at our contestants." Huffing out a laugh, Kyoya then turned to the field, hiding the wide grin on his face. "First off, Honey-senpai is visually more "cute" than "refreshing," so he's out, right?"
"Tamaki-kun can be refreshing." Miki pointed out.
"But that is under the pretense that he keeps his mouth shut, and at this point, he is too heated about this competition. Ordinarily, you'd figure it's Hikaru and Kaoru...However," He paused. "We have a dark horse." He spoke, glancing over at the sound of firewood chopping open.
Miki and Haruhi followed his gaze, finding Mori standing in the shining sun, shirtless. Holding an axe in hand and a water bottle in the other, he was drinking it as the guests inside swooned over his good looks.
"So then, it's Mori-senpai?" Haruhi asked.
"Hold on," Miki blinked. "But Kyoya-kun said Honey-senpai is definitely is out..."
"Exactly, if Honey-senpai drops out, then Mori-senpai will back out, too." Kyoya moved forward, resting his chin on his interlaced hands. "He's only in this to tag along with him, to begin with, after all."
"Which means..." Hikaru said, announcing their presence not too far away.
"...that clinches it for us, all right," Kaoru finished.
"Oh yeah, I noticed earlier that the available room is only a single." Haruhi pointed out. "So even if you won, both of you couldn't stay."
"Oh, that's okay. We'll bring a bed over from our cottage." Hikaru shrugged indifferently.
"Even if we don't, we can squeeze ourselves in and sleep together," Kaoru added.
Haruhi tilted her head, her expression finally relaxing a little since the hosts got there. "You two are always together aren't you?"
"I suppose." Kaoru looked into the distance, a nostalgic look on his face.
"We were together when we were born," Hikaru reminded, "And we've never had any other friends."
"Up until a few years ago, we thought the whole world was made up of nothing but idiots," Kaoru spoke in a reminiscent manner.
"So?" Drawing Miki's attention away from the twins and Haruhi, Kyoya raised an eyebrow at her. "Who do you place your bet on?"
"Really? I can place my bet first?" Eyes lighting up, Miki turned to him.
Kyoya shrugged. "I don't see why not." He spoke indifferently but the confidence in his voice never diminished.
"Tamaki-kun, of course." Miki beamed, not wasting even a second to think about her decision.
"Oh?" Raising an eyebrow, Kyoya's grin dropped. "Why is that?"
"Because," Miki looked back on the princely character who was reporting to Misuzu with a very disoriented fence. "I believe in him." She stated bluntly.
Hearing her reasoning, Kyoya felt his eyebrow twitch. Even though he knew her well, there was some part of him that wanted to hear a logical answer.
"However," Miki chuckled, standing up from her seat she kept her eyes glued to Tamaki who was sulking in the corner by his failed fence. "There is something I can do, to try and help."
"Interesting." Kyoya pushed up his glasses, smirking. "Very well," He shrugged, glancing over at the twins. "I place my bet on those two then."
"Good choice, Kyoya-senpai," Hikaru smirked with a taunting tone.
"We don't intend on losing, Miki-senpai." Kaoru followed up.
"Bring it on." Miki winked, her hand forming a false gun and aiming it at the twins, playfully pretending to shoot.
"Tamaki-kun." Miki sang, walking up to her from behind and hopping down to a crouch to match his pill-bug-like position.
"Miki..." Tamaki murmured. "I'm going to lose at this rate..."
"Seems like it." Miki agreed bluntly, glancing over at the twins who were chasing each other around holding a watermelon.
Hearing his own sister agree with his failure, Tamaki grabbed onto her and began to cry comically. "I want to win and deepen my friendship with Haruhi. I have to get into Haruhi's official 'friend' category!" He shouted.
Hearing him say this, Miki averted her eyes. She wanted to tell him that she was in Haruhi's friend category, but Kyoya's stern 'There is a time and place for everything.' caused her to reconsider.
"I have an idea," Miki suggested gently patting her brother's fluffy blonde hair with a tender smile. "There is something that may get you the advantage in this game."
"Go check out the lobby." Lifting a finger, she winked. "Just choose the right song, alright?"
Tamaki's ocean blue eyes widened.
Miki sat at one of the tables near the piano; her eyes remained closed as she tapped a finger against her cheek to the rhythm. She knew Tamaki's piano talents were extraordinary, but every single time he played, she was always caught off guard by just how amazing he was.
She opened a slit in her eyes, noticing how the guests were also mesmerized by the beautiful upbeat tune — the song about to get into its climax when suddenly, the sound of shattered glass echoed through the pension, followed by a call for Kaoru. Tamaki's playing came to an abrupt end, and Miki jolted up from her seat. With a worried glance, Miki wasted no time bolting out to see what happened.
When she arrived, Haruhi was leaned up against the side of the wall on the ground, the basket she was holding dropped beside her. Hikaru and Kaoru were A, resting their foreheads against each other.
Despite this being a wonderful moment shared between the twins, Miki, as usual, had no sense of awareness. "Hikaru! Kaoru! Haruhi!" She shouted as she quickly ran up to them, kneeling down next to the twins, noticing Kaoru had a shallow cut on his cheek. "Are you all alright? What happened-"
"Bravo! Bravo!" However, she couldn't get her whole sentence, Misuzu started crying comical tears and twirling around on the rooftop next to the weathervane. "What fantastic refreshing brotherly love! Misuzu-chi is touched! 100 points perfect score! The winners are the Hitachiin Brothers!"
Miki jolted once she heard the sound of piano keys slam in an off noted tune. No doubt, Tamaki was upset about all this. She laughed uneasily, hearing a broken voice follow, yelling 'No way.'
Standing up along with them, Miki smiled. "Good game, both of you." She complimented.
"Miki-senpai, shouldn't you be more worried?" Haruhi pointed out. "You just lost a bet to Kyoya-senpai."
Blinking a few times, Miki tilted her head. "Why would I be worried?"
Slumping over in defeat about how thick-skulled Miki was, Haruhi sighed before turning to the twins. "Congratulations." Haruhi offered her praises as well with her hands behind her back.
"Don't mention it." They said in unison, wearing an unreadable expression.
"Don't tell me..." Haruhi's eyebrow twitched. "That was... planned?!"
"Well now," The twins said. "Who can say?"
Sitting in the Ootori helicopter, Miki hummed lightly, watching at the sunset outside the window. They were en route flying over to the Haninozuka vacation home. Tamaki was as stiff and pale as a rock from the shock of losing, to the point Mori had to pretty much carry him into the chopper. Nothing or anything can get through to him at this point. He was pretty much going to be out for the rest of the day. Honey was napping, probably exhausted from a long day of travelling and working, he leaned up against Mori who was also staring out the window.
"You lost our bet, Miki," Kyoya stated, looking over his notebook, catching her attention.
"I did, didn't I?" In an all too cheerful way, Miki admitted.
Raising an eyebrow, Kyoya peered up to see her with her usual radiant smile. It was almost comparable to the sunlight shining through the windows and into the aircraft. "You seem awfully optimistic for someone who just lost." He commented.
"Well, Kyoya-kun you are a nice person. So I know you wouldn't make me do anything too outside of my comfort zone." She pointed out, the cheery tone in her voice not fading. "So? What's my punishment game?"
"You are too simple-minded."With a wry sigh, Kyoya looked back to his notebook. "Let me think about it."