Chapter Ten: Epilogue
It was finally Friday, the day some were either dreading or looking forward to. And why was that, you might ask? Well, because today was the final day they would all spend tending to Kagome.
Tamaki overjoyed by the fact, was more than ready to visit Kagome with a basket handmade French bread, Belgian chocolates and freshly packaged flowers sent all the way from France. He hoped Kagome would accept his apology. Because even though he had scared off Kasanoda, he was merely trying to do the right thing. His daughter shouldn't associate with someone who belongs to a famous Yakuza group! It'll only spell trouble for her in the future with a capital T if she continued to engage in a relationship with him. Just imagine if she one day became the wife of a Yakuza member! Oh the horror! He could never allow something as vile as that to happen. Kagome-chan was his second most precious daughter, and would not be allowed to commit such an act. As her father, Tamaki would not stand for it!
That idiot…
In comparison, Kaoru and Hikaru were not as overly eager as Tamaki… no one could be like him. Hikaru was rotting for Kaoru to walk out a champion—meaning he was hoping that Kagome acknowledged and reciprocated his brother's feelings. Kaoru was his brother and he wanted the best for him. He knew how much Kaoru loved and cared for the girl, and he wanted nothing more than for Kagome to return those feelings.
I hope she makes the right decision…
Honey was not the least bit concerned about today. He knew that Kagome was already feeling better, and that after the weekend she would be back to her regular self. The only thing Honey was worried about was what today's outcome would be. He knew how the others felt about her, and Honey hoped Kagome would be kind and considerate even if she didn't return the feelings.
Kago-chan… best of luck…
Mori, silent, calm and collected, also wished Kagome the best of luck and hoped she would follow her heart. He and Mitsukuni would be visiting her later on throughout the day, and he looked forward to seeing her and determining what would occur.
Remember to follow your heart.
Organized, precise with calculations and deducing statistics, Kyouya was eager to see how the game of confession would transpire. With notes and reminders written down in his notebook or stored away on his computer, he was more than eighty percent certain as to how the game would play out.
It has already begun… right after that first day when you walked into the Club Room… The pistol was fired, and the game had officially commenced.
Nervous beyond despair, the older twin of the Hittachin duo felt his insides churning and butterflies fluttering around inside his stomach. Knowing the reason for all of this, he could only hope – no, pray, that things would work out.
Kagome, please you must understand…
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Kagome-chan, who do you like best?
… What is your preference?
The little devil type? The wild type? The boy Lolita type? The cool type? Or… the kingly type?
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With each hour passing, Kagome's patience was pushed to the limit. First, it began with Tamaki, who had arrived earlier than expected to greet her. Haruhi and himself would be taking the first shift to look after her, and it hadn't gone off to a good start.
Knowing already that the blonde haired idiot wanted to apologize for his past actions, Kagome wearily accepted the gifts with a small smile. That, however, did not end well because Tamaki never managed to hand over the gifts properly. In actuality, when he stumbled his way into Kagome's room, he tripped over the rug sending the basket flying. The bread struck her in smack in the forehead, the chocolates scattered around the room, and the flowers went flying. Kagome's room smelled of roses and chocolates… and her forehead stunk of bread. Aside from her screaming and pushing Tamaki out of the room, the rest of his time went rather smoothly… not really. When his time was up, he ran out crying, fresh mushrooms stuck to his hair.
"That idiot," she grumbled.
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One down… five left…
Kagome-chan, who do you like best?
… What is your preference?
The little devil type? The wild type? The boy Lolita type? The cool type?
Surprised by the recent development, Kagome had learned that Haruhi actually planned to spend the entire day at home with her. Overjoyed by the news, Kagome had tackled her cousin down to the ground, hugging her tight with love and happiness.
"I'm not alone!" She had shouted.
No less than a few minutes later, had Kyouya knocked on the door. He had his laptop and a scowl with him. Easily noting the senior was tired, both teens girl opted to stay out of his way.
For Haruhi, the foreseen obstacle was fine, she had shopping and homework to do. But for Kagome who was still housebound and ill, there were no chances of escape. Annoyed that Haruhi left to go grocery shopping not long after, she had to spend time with Kyouya or be plagued by utter boredom. Granted, the previous day had not been horrid – but Ayame had been there – Kagome noticed that time seemed to pass by slowly with Kyouya. He barely spoke or acknowledged her presence during their time together, something that irked her. When the senior left after his time was over, she couldn't be happier.
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Kagome-chan, who do you like best?
… What is your preference?
The little devil type? The wild type? The boy Lolita type? The cool type?
Outside the apartment complex, Kyouya sat inside his limo, recalling the vulgar and colourful language she had used when she slammed the door on his face. Amused, he held back a laugh and told his driver to depart. Running a hand through his hair, he cast one final glance towards the apartment complex.
"Best of luck," he whispered. "I hope that fool makes you happy."
This game of chase has gone on for too long. Originally, it started with Haruhi, and now, it continued with you… unlike the others, however, I am growing tired of this petty game knowing that I won't be the one to succeed.…
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Kagome-chan, who do you like best?
… What is your preference?
The little devil type? The wild type? The boy Lolita type?
Two down… four to go…
Minutes after, the loving team of Honey and Mori had arrived. With another wagon stocked full of ice cream, pies and cakes, Honey skipped towards the apartment, forgetting that Mori-senpai was carrying the wagon filled with sweets up the stairs. Soon seated within the Fujioka's living room, Honey had begun devouring his treats, easily enjoying himself. Kagome and Haruhi watched with apprehensive eyes, as the senior gobbled down bucket after bucket, soon finishing off everything he had brought with him.
With matching sweat drops, the girls exchanged surprised glances, shaking their heads as Haruhi had gotten up to prepare a snack for their guests. Wanting to help but not allowed t,o Kagome was forced to sit in a chair, watching as Haruhi moved around the small kitchen, collecting various utensils and fruits. Bored, she had glanced towards the side, noticing that Mori was watching her. Smiling, she offered a wave to the senior, who nodded. It was then that Kagome noticed the senior mouthing something to her. Raising a brow, she titled her head to the side, trying to determine what he was saying.
"Just follow your heart," he breathed, mouthing the words again.
Eyes wide, the girl felt all colour draining from her face. Glancing towards the ground, she felt her heart palpitating violently within her.
Please, tell me that you feel the same way. I really care for you and want to be more than friends…
Recalling the event, she rose her hand up towards her face, touching her cheek. She murmured a word under her breath, her cheeks flushing red. Mori watched from the side, smiling as he saw the words were giving off an effect.
"Good." He grumbled, looking away. No longer wanting to watch Kagome, he attempted to find something else to pass the time with. Anything but watching her… and having the realization of which she truly cared off, then coming to mind.
"Just follow my heart… I suppose that might work."
Honey watched his cousin, his eyes wide and sparkling. With a quick look towards Kagome, it all made sense. Clutching Usa-chan close, he leaned his head against his bunny's, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
Kago-chan… no matter who you choose, we'll all still love you~
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Four down… two to go…
Kagome-chan, who do you like best?
… What is your preference?
The little devil type?
Knocking on the door eagerly, Haruhi answered it with a sigh, knowing who was just beyond it. With a shriek, the two hooligans tackled her, leaving her to groan with displeasure.
"Off!" She cried, attempting to whack them. "Get off!"
Hikaru and Kaoru shared a glance, their usual smirks forming. "No!" They chorused.
"What's going on?" At hearing her voice, Kaoru jumped from the ground, meeting Kagome's eyes.
"K-Kaoru-kun," she stuttered.
Blushing, Kaoru waved shyly. "Hello, Kagome-chan."
Hikaru watched the scene with ongoing interest, smiling as he noticed the matching pairs of blushes staining his brother's and Kagome's faces. Grinning wider, he looked towards his twin with a knowing look. It was clear… Kaoru was the one.
Scowling towards his brother, Kaoru coughed, shakily asking. "Kagome-chan, can we go somewhere private and talk?"
Nodding, Kagome took a step closer towards him, reaching for his hand. "Hai, I'd like that." Heart pounding, she offered Kaoru a lovely smile. Star struck, Kaoru nearly tripped over his own feet as Kagome started to lead him towards the other side of the apartment.
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Kagome-chan, who do you like best?
… What is your preference?
The little devil type? The wild type? The boy Lolita type? The cool type? Or… the kingly type?
All smiling, the other hosts watched as Kagome and Kaoru walked into the clubroom, hands entwined. Sharing knowing glasses, Tamaki's smile grew and Kyouya offered a small nod. Hikaru gave his brother two large thumbs up, and Honey giggled with Mori grunting. Haruhi walked over towards them with a tray of tea in hand, and offered the two of them a happy look.
Kagome surveyed each of the hosts, giggling upon noticing their radiant expression. She looked towards Kaoru knowingly. "Shall we?" She whispered.
With a nod and gulp, Kaoru agreed, "Yes, let's." Then with that, the two walked towards the others hosts.
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Those with the wherewithal—first, in social standing, and second, in money—spend their time here, at the private Ouran Academy… As such, Ouran Host Club is where handsome boys with too much time on their hands entertain and charm girls, who also have far too much time on their hands. It is the school's personal, elegant playground for the super-rich and beautiful.
And it is in their motto to make every girl happy… as they had done with Kagome Higurashi.
Fin!
Author's Note: I finally finished editing this story. I hope you all enjoyed it, and thank you for sticking around throughout the entire editing process. Please tell me your thoughts on the story, and I look forward to seeing you in my future work.
All the best,
-TriforceandSheikahArts