Bets; 1_million_words
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club
Author:
hanakoanimePairing(s)/Character(s): Kyouya Ohtori/Kaoru Hitachiin
Word Count: 546
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: She's not like those other girls.
A/N: For the prompt Promise, featuring genderbent twins (Hikaru and Kaoru).
Kaoru didn’t like the Host Club, didn’t like how Hikaru would go to see the newest member. But most of all, she didn’t like being interested in a member of the club.
Her sister abandoned her—again—for Haruhi Fujioka, the black sheep of the club, and forced Kaoru to sit alone. She could’ve joined the other girls, fawning over him, but she wasn’t as pathetic as those girls.
She didn’t sigh wistfully at his aloof nature or his sophisticated words. Kaoru didn’t faint when he smiled in her direction or say something to her. But his fans did. They clung to everything he did—and that went for the fans of the other hosts—and it was sad to watch.
Kaoru watched Hikaru wrap an arm around Haruhi’s shoulder, the other girls glaring at her sister. It was a bit funny that Haruhi, female like them, had a huge fanbase. But she wondered if they would stay if they knew the truth—that Haruhi was able to understand them so well because she was like them.
And there was Tamaki Suoh, who was interested in Haruhi but assumed it was parental (which was creepy). She thought he was a bit dense, but he also seemed to care for his friends. Kaoru could admit that he was dependable, which was a trait lacking in most people at their school.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t realize that the hosts were done and that she and her sister were the only “fans” remaining. It was only when she heard the doors slam shut that she noticed it.
Hikaru was eagerly dragging Haruhi away from Tamaki, and she bit back a laugh as he tried to protect his precious daughter. Honey and Mori were off somewhere, and she was certain Honey was eating sweets as always.
And she, the one that seemed to be looking in at the hosts from the outside, smiled to herself as she felt someone sink into the seat next to her.
“Your friends are interesting,” she said to him.
And he chuckled softly. “They are.”
Kaoru didn’t mind that their conversations weren’t thrilling and full of innuendos and love. In their own way, they managed to convey what they wanted without implications—unless they wanted the joy of the game.
“Hikaru is gonna give Tamaki hell,” she absently commented, fascinated by the game that was unfolding before her eyes. “I think Hikaru has a good chance with Haruhi.”
Kyouya hummed, intrigued. “Tamaki has a better chance.”
She smiled. “How about a bet? If I win, you do what I want for a day.”
“And if I win?” he asked softly, his voice barely heard over Tamaki’s and Hikaru’s shouts.
“I’ll wear it.” She thought of the ring hiding in her shared room.
Kaoru knew that he wanted his claim—his promise ring, as cliché as it was—with her always, but she refused because it would only bring too many questions. She caught the small things, his reactions that his fans often overlooked, and her smile softened.
She giggled softly to herself, thinking that she’d be a bit mean. “I’d say we should seal it with a kiss, but…” she trailed off before going to collect Hikaru to leave.