Las Mariposas Exoticas (Ouran High School Fic) Chapter Two

Las Mariposas Exoticas (Ouran High School Fic) Chapter Two

Ayumi chuckled slightly, the twins each giving her a slightly puzzled look. %u201CThis is what you guys call a welcome? I%u2019d hate to see what you dish out for a goodbye.%u201D

The two young men smiled, standing, letting their new guest out off their trap.

The blonde girl stood, a smile on her face as she watched five more people approach. %u201CSo, who are you supposed to be?%u201D She asked, looking through them all.

%u201CWe are the rest of the Host Club.%u201D Haruhi said as she smiled. %u201CGlad to meet yo%u2026%u201D

%u201CWait, there%u2019s more of you?%u201D Ayumi asked with a bit of a surprised look. %u201COh great.%u201D

Haruhi giggled lightly as she kept the smile plastered upon her face. %u201CYes, there%u2019s seven in all, quite a large group.%u201D

%u201CI%u2019d say, and a little too large for my taste, especially if you all act like these two.%u201D The blonde said as she pointed a finger at the twins.

Tamaki frowned as he took a step forward, along with control. %u201CYou have it wrong, none of us act like those two.%u201D He said as he stepped aside and began to describe the different types. %u201CThose two are the little devil type, while I am the%u2026%u201D

%u201CYes, yes,%u201D The blonde girl interrupted. %u201CThe prince type, the wild type, the cool type, the natural type, and the loli-shota type, I know them all.%u201D She turned and glanced with an irritated stare to Renge. %u201CThanks to you know who.%u201D

Tamaki was left speechless as everyone just kind of stared. Everyone except Kyoya of course, who could be found staring at his papers. %u201CFor someone so new you sure do know a lot about us.%u201D Kyoya said in a flat tone. %u201CIf one didn%u2019t know any better they would think that you were quite interested in the Host Club.%u201D

Ayami just shrugged with a smile. %u201CWell, when you have a hostess such as Renge her information tends to sink in, especially since she repeats it over and over until it%u2019s drilled into your mind.%u201D She crossed her arms in front of her chest. %u201CSo your Kyoya, the cool type right?%u201D She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Kyoya, for once, looked away from his papers and quit writing. %u201CThat%u2019s Kyoya-Senpai, if I%u2019m not mistaken, and yes.%u201D He responded simply, waiting for her reaction.

%u201CHmm%u2026you seem more like the jack-ass type to me, and I don%u2019t think you deserve me to call you Senpai, not just yet.%u201D She stared into his eyes, giving off a look that told him she wasn%u2019t like other girls and that she wouldn%u2019t fall for his calm charm or his cold stares.

The cold-hearted member just stared, his face showing some anger at her ignorance and disrespect. If only%u2026 He thought but stopped, pushing his glasses up with his fingers as he took in a deep breath. %u201CVery well then.%u201D He said as he continued with his paper work.

Ayami giggled. %u201CNice cover,%u201D she said with a smirk. %u201CI see you%u2019re not used to being talked to in such a manner.%u201D She let her arms fall to her sides as she walked through the group and to the mother. She stopped once by his side and placed her right hand on his shoulder. %u201CThough I%u2019d get used to it.%u201D She said in a calm manner as she proceeded to walk towards the doors. %u201CSee ya around Host Club, and who knows, maybe I%u2019ll come back for another chat some other time, after all,%u201D She stopped and turned her head towards the stunned group. %u201CYou are here to provide entertainment, right?%u201D She smiled and gave a wink as she left, closing the doors softly behind her.

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Kaoru tossed and turned in bed, the image and voice of Nakamura Ayumi keeping him awake. His gut twisted in a way he had never felt before, and though he wished it to leave him in such a way he almost wished for death itself, he just as well willed it to stay.

Hikaru finally rolled over to his brother and wrapped his arm around his waist. %u201CIs everything alright, Kaoru?%u201D He asked in a sleepy voice as he laid his head upon his brother%u2019s bare shoulder.

%u201CYes,%u201D his brother replied in a flat tone as he slowly got out of bed and walked to the door, %u201Ceverything is fine.%u201D

Hikaru sat up and watched him leave, a worried look tainting his sleepy eyes. %u201CKaoru.%u201D He whispered as the door shut quietly and the room was suddenly left with an empty feeling.

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Kaoru walked the dark halls with his head hung and his mind in deep thought. Why can%u2019t I sleep? Why can%u2019t I get her out of mind? This isn%u2019t%u2026No! It couldn%u2019t be! But I do feel so happy when I think about her smile, I feel so strange when I think about her voice and the sensation when I remember her touch is so%u2026 He shook his head once he realized where his thoughts were going. %u201CMaybe a glass of water will clear my head.%u201D

A few minutes later and he had reached the kitchen where he grabbed a glass and filled it nearly to the brim with ice cold water. Normally this would have woken him up, but seeing as he had been awake the whole night the icy drink had no effect.

A few seconds later and the glass was empty, a few drops running down the clear surface as well as Kaoru%u2019s chin. He wiped them away and set the glass down upon the counter. He paused, his hand still clinging to the empty glass as he looked around. Well, I won%u2019t be getting sleep anytime soon. He thought. So I might as well stay down here, it%u2019s better than disturbing Hikaru.

He walked to the dinning room and quietly pulled out a chair. As he began to sit down he stopped, scanning the room for something. He soon spotted a pen and notepad and stood, walking over and taking them he quickly made his way back to the table and sat down.

The red haired young man held the pen and stared down at the notepad, not exactly sure what he had grabbed them for. After about five minutes of staring at the light purple paper decorated with white flowers, he suddenly began to write.

Kaoru didn%u2019t know what he was writing; all he knew was what he was doing was clearing his head and conscious. About five minutes later he finished, placing the pen beside the paper he stared and yawned for the first time that night. He scanned over his writings, his face emotionless as he read the very words that describe what he was feeling.

He very quietly stood, ripping the paper with writing from the pad which it called home and crumpled it into a ball, soon throwing it into the trash bin. He then walked off; making his way back to his room where he knew his brother awaited his safe return.

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Once Kaoru was out of the dinning room Hikaru walked in, glancing around to make sure his brother wouldn%u2019t be back for anything. He slowly made his way toward the trash bin where Kaoru had thrown something away, something he had written at two O%u2019clock in the morning, something that had to be worth looking at when so tired you could fall face first upon the floor.

A few seconds later and Hikaru reached his destination, reaching his hand into the garbage can he slowly pulled out a small, purple, crumpled piece of paper. He very carefully smoothed it out as best he could and continued to read it.

A month, no%u2026a year, that%u2019s how long it felt it took him to read those words. How could%u2026how could he feel this way? How could his brother, the one he loved so dearly and who loved him back, feel this way about someone, someone other than him?

%u201CHow%u2026?%u201D He whispered to himself in anger and sorrow and his fists tightened around the delicate paper%u2019s edge. %u201CHow can he%u2026how could he%u2026%u201D Hikaru never finished his sentence before the tears stained his face and the paper made it%u2019s way back to the trash bin, where it belonged.

He walked back to bed silently, the words his loved one wrote still ringing in his mind.

Nakamura Ayumi, although I just met her today, I can%u2019t stop thinking of her. Why? That is all I can ask myself. Why can%u2019t I get her out of my mind, why does her smile taint my thoughts and her voice my ears? Why does her blonde hair outshine Tamaki-Senpai%u2019s, the Prince of our club, and how can she stand so tall against Kyoya-Senpai when even our Prince can not? And, the thing that has me the most scared, the most frightened of my true feelings and the true outcome%u2026why does her love and feelings%u2026matter more to me than Hikaru%u2019s? My brother, who means the world to me, must now share my world%u2026

With someone else.