I haven't left you my beloved readers, I merely have been given a shitpile of work and personal issues to deal with and I'm currently away visiting family and attending an audition for Disney on Friday and I officially had my birthday! 20 years old! Yay!

But yeah, until the 19th I may be a lil patchy or completely distant but I'm never giving this story up, I assure you.

A/N: That all up there was written daysssss ago, I'm back at my house now and intend to keep writing, no matter how slow!

Also check out my new story! It's called The Girl Who Swallowed A Star!

Chapter 18

"Gaijin-Hunter's get castrated and/or forced to stand on lego"

One week later found me grinning like a bloody idiot all day long and spending more and more time with Mitsu, of course I had yet to doodle our names in hearts – at least anywhere other than my diary.

God, that's so gay.

Anyway, before I start rambling again, things are going fab and no one suspects a thing! Seriously! We managed to keep our entire relationship a complete secret, which is insane, especially as how flipping nosey my boys are! And Haruhi, though I had a feeling that if Haruhi wanted to know something then she would just know. That's actually kinda scary.

"So, wait," Haruhi said, adjusting her sitting position as we ate our lunch, "You and Honey-senpai made up?"

I nodded, shoving a prawn nigiri into my mouth, "Yeah, it went really well, he came over last Friday."

"In the storm?" Haruhi said incredulously.

"Yeah! He climbed through my bloody bedroom window, during the storm." Grinning around my nigiri, Haruhi kicked me underneath the table.

"Finish eating before you talk." She deadpanned before eating a maki roll, "Aren't you supposed to be really posh?"

I rolled my eyes, "I am really posh; I just don't care."

"Well you should," Said Hikaru as he sat next to Haruhi.

"Yeah," chipped in Kaoru from my right, opposite his brother.

I snorted, "And why is that?"

Hikaru leaned back slightly, pushing his fork around one of his plates, "Because you're rich and manners is a part of that."

"Oh yeah? Ever heard of Justin Bieber?" I challenged, "He's one of the biggest prats out there."

Kaoru leaned on his elbow, eying me, "But Justin Bieber is a rich commoner, and you're a rich noblewoman."

I snorted again, "Hardly, my mum was disowned."

"But you still bear the Archer name." Kyoya piped in from behind me. I jumped and turned to face him and Tamaki.

"Why are you all here?" I frowned, "Don't we all have different lunch times?"

"Genie-chan!" I was quickly engulfed in a very warm hug. I laughed happily and wrapped my arms around Mitsu, who situated himself on my lap and began to eat his cake – and the piece he got me – while Mori stood stalwart behind us.

Tamaki and Kyoya sat down too, "By bearing the Archer name and possessing the infamous traits of the Archer family – tall, blonde, attractive, blue eyes – you inherently walk as though you are nobility and as such are treated like nobility." Kyoya said.

I shrugged, "Fair enough, but I don't care, and I like food way too much to pay attention to the way I eat."

Tamaki closed his eyes dramatically, "How courageous of Genie-senpai to rise above the stigma placed upon her by her family and society!" I rolled my eyes, smirking amusedly at Tamaki's antics, "Truly, we should all draw inspiration from my beloved sister!"

I grinned cheekily, "The party girl stereotype isn't exactly a stereotype for me, Tama-chan."

Tamaki fell to one knee by my side, clasping my hand in his, "Hush now, my dear, you need never admit to atrocities you did not commit." He said gently.

I laughed, making Mitsu grip onto me as I jostled him lightly, "I assure you all those atrocities were well thought out in an alcohol soaked brain."

Kyoya smirked lightly, "Not according to my resources."

I eyed him flirtatiously, "And what have your resources been saying to me, cutie-pie?" I grinned crookedly.

From my lap I could feel Mitsu tense slightly and was distinctly aware of his hesitation as he ate his cake, the fork hovering just before his mouth. My eyes quickly swivelled to Mitsu's form, I could really only see his honey hair, which was hiding his facial expression, but from Haruhi's frown I could tell he must look unhappy.

The others were talking amongst themselves but I wasn't listening, I was too focused on Mitsu. He had resumed eating his cake but he was a lot quieter than before.

Mitsu and I hadn't really talked about our relationship at length – if you could even call it a relationship – and I guess it must have left both of us rather insecure. I know I had questions, question that I thought could wait, but maybe it was bothering Mitsu more than it was me?

He needed comforting though, even if only a little bit.

I carefully eyed our friends before deftly snaking my hand down from Mitsu's waist, where I was keeping him steady, and stroked over his thigh, giving it a quick squeeze.

The affect was instantaneous, Mitsu sucked in a deep, audible breath, stiffening again and choking lightly on his cake. The others looked up in worry as I held my breath, hoping it was the right thing to do.

"Honey-senpai?" Haruhi asked, frowning.

Mitsu let out a cute giggle, snuggling back into me and hugging my arm to his chest. He was so warm and so comfortable.

"I'm alright, Haru-chan," he said cutely, cuddling against me, "I was just thinking about how glad I am that Genie-chan is safer now." Mitsu turned his head to look up at me, warm eyes sparkling.

I grinned and hugged him tightly, "I'm glad too, Honeybun!" He squealed in delight, giggling beautifully as he returned my hug, dragging Mori behind us into it.

From the look on Mori's face, I figured that he knew what went on between Mitsu and I. Quinn knew, I told her literally as soon as Mitsu left my house – seriously I ran into her room straight away and collapsed on her bed – and I assumed that Mitsu would have done a similar thing with Mori, especially considering how close they were.

Haruhi grinned, "Yeah," she said, "I'm glad Genie is safe too."

My chest was all warm and fuzzy while the others pitched in their words of agreements.

We were hosting again, I seem to say that a lot, but then again we host a lot, basically every day after school.

This time we were in the gardens of Ouran, running around and hosting the girls/guys that paid for us.

Aiko sat with me on the grass, "I always feel sorry for people I text when I'm naked or on the loo because, like, there's stuff going on that you don't know about." I said, sipping my Irn-Bru. Mum imported for me!

And for those of you who've never had Irn-Bru, essentially anyone who's not in Britain, I pity you. It's the greatest drink ever invented.

Aiko looked at me weirdly, "You text people when you're naked?" she asked.

"Yeah?" I nodded, "You don't?"

She shook her head, "No, I tend to put clothes on and then text people."

I raised a brow, "You must have the weirdest sexts."

Aiko snorted her tea as she laughed, spilling it down her yellow dress between chortles. She cried out as more of the hot beverage went up her nose.

"It's in my nose!" Aiko cried, wiping at herself with a napkin.

I grinned, helping her dry herself, "Sneeze and see if it comes out."

"No," Aiko deadpanned, "I'm not doing that, senpai."

"Do I have to beg? You'd be like a weird water dragon thing." I said.

Aiko chuckled, "Yeah, well, unfortunately I'm human. Got human parents and everything."

I smiled, "Oh yeah, I've never met your parents, Aiko, in fact I don't recall you even talking about them."

Aiko's smile dropped, her eyes widening slightly before lowering to the ground. It was very quick, nearly imperceptible and if I'd blinked I would've probably missed it. But I didn't.

"Aiko?" I asked gently.

She jumped, startled deer eyes bolting to mine before quickly averting again. I frowned, she was so deep in thought for a moment and the look on her face…it was like she was witnessing something horrible. Truly and utterly horrible.

"Are you alright?" I asked quietly.

Aiko plastered on a fake smile, "Yeah, yeah I'm good." She lied.

Aiko couldn't fool me, I was the Queen of White Lies, able to spin a pretty tale around my finger like a steel spider web and catch as many flies as possible. But Aiko didn't know that, Aiko didn't know my past but she did know that I was being stalked.

Which was enough, I suppose.

A loud shout resounded around the gardens and I whipped my head around as I jumped up, bashing the crown of my head on a low tree branch.

"Fuck!" I called out as the clip pinning my hair back broke. I crouched down, cradling my skull as I squeezed the broken clip pieces in my fists.

Aiko looked startled, after checking I was okay, and stared over at the ruckus.

"Oh dear…" She said as I stood up, leaning slightly on her shoulder and grumbling at the tree branch that had the gall to try and take me out. What a weak assassination attempt, we all know that my death is reserved for Haruhi's doorframe.

Tamaki had jumped on Haruhi, shielding her from a rogue ball that the twins had kicked but I wasn't really paying attention to them. I was more focused on the broken hair clip in my hand.

It was a white gold dragonfly with a dark blue sapphire set in the middle surrounded by little diamonds, and part of a pair. The other half of the pair was exactly the same except instead of a sapphire it held a dark red ruby and it once belonged to Angelina.

And my half of the pair had just broken beyond repair.

I still possessed Angelina's hairclip but I was always hesitant to wear it, it was one of the only ways to tell the difference between us, but I also felt disrespectful. My twin wasn't wearing it when she disappeared and a small part of me wonders if she had been then maybe she could have paid her kidnapper with it. A small chance, but our matching hairclips cost a large fortune together and even the selling of one could significantly change someone's life.

But whoever took Angelina seemed determined to keep her, no matter the cost.

"Shit…" I whispered, feeling tears prick my eyes as I examined my hairclip, "shit…shit, shit, shit!" I shouted angrily, scrunching my eyebrows as I delicately held the two pieces in my hands, careful not to cause any further damage despite my angered state.

"Genie-chan?" I heard Mitsu ask.

I looked up at him, turning my teary eyes away from my hairclip and to Mitsu's concerned frown, Aiko and a few of his customers behind him.

"My hairclip…" I said, standing up on shaky legs, "it's broken."

Momoko snorted, crossing her arms, "Your hairclip? That's why you're crying?" she didn't seem impressed.

I shook my head sadly, "You don't understand, you could never understand…" I sniffled, taking comfort from the hug the Mitsu was giving me.

He beamed up at me, "We can get it fixed right? Or buy you a new one!" I could tell that he was trying to make me feel better, and it was sweet, but the clip was beyond repair and it was one of a kind, the pair specially fashioned for the Archer Twins.

I shook my head again, leaning again Mitsu, and fingered the pieces of the clip, "It's one of a pair, made for me, and it looks irreparable." I sniffed again, "It's fine, not a big deal."

Mitsu shook his head, squeezing me with his arms around my waist, "It's not, Evie, I'm sure we'll be able to do something!" I smiled at his optimism.

"Thanks, Honeybun." I said before a loud yell drew our attention back to Tamaki and the twins, "We better go check on them."

Mitsu grinned and took my hand, running off towards the others. We left so quickly, that I didn't even fully hear what Momoko said next.

"Hey," she said, looking at Aiko, "why did he call her 'Evie'?" Momoko was confused and jealous.

Aiko shrugged her shoulders, "Yeah, no one calls her that…" she trailed off, looking to the ground in deep thought, "other than…" she stopped.

Momoko frowned, "Other than who?"

Snapping out of her thoughts, Aiko looked startled at Momoko, her eyes wide a fake smile on her face.

"No one, no one calls her that." She said, but Momoko wasn't convinced.

How would Aiko know such a personal detail of Genie's life?

"The daruma doll fell over!" Tamaki shouted, quickly glancing at all of us in our frozen positions.

As it turns out the 'starlight kick!' that Tamaki did to the can caused it to crash through the window and hit the head of the Newspaper Club's president. I thought it was a pretty good shot personally, especially as I was rejected from the Newspaper Club, apparently I'm just 'not what they're looking for' and I 'don't respect figures in authority' whatever. I don't care, I just said no when Komatsuzawa, the president and editor-in-chief, asked me on a date. Like, fuck off, I'm not here for your sexist, gaijin-hunter bullshit. Go find a different 'foreign girlfriend'.

Sorry, I got side-tracked again.

"The daruma doll fell over!" Tamaki shouted again, I remember playing a really similar game to this one when I was a kid but I cannot for the life of me remember what it was called.

The Newspaper Club didn't look too thrilled when I last checked on them, of course watching the Host Club play childish commoner games probably wasn't very thrilling in itself. Like I would tell Tamaki that though, he was really enjoying himself.

"I saw you move, Hikaru and Kaoru!" Tamaki shouted to the twins, waving his finger at them and continuing to shout about them cheating. The twins of course began to argue back and I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket of my shirt.

I ignored the others in favour of checking my messages.

I had three texts and two missed calls, all of them from Saoirse, and with little time intervals. She must be in a bad mood or something.

Tamaki had waltzed off in favour of talking to the Newspaper Club and regaling them with his unfamiliar history with commoner's games, and how none of them burned a hole in your pocket.

Except smoking weed. Rich kids just do cocaine.

"And none of them require spending any money!" He said, eyes sparkling, "All you need is a few friends to play with!"

I had walked over to Tamaki, focus still on my phone as I spoke, "What if you don't have any friends?"

Tamaki looked stricken for a moment, wrapping one long arms around me waist and pulling me into a side hug.

"You have me, Genie! I'm your friend!" He said happily.

I grinned, "I wasn't talking about me but I appreciate the sentiment, sweetie."

Komatsuzawa didn't look impressed, "And what does this have to do with our coverage of the Host Club?" Dick.

"You need to learn friendliness!" Tamaki shouted, pointing his finger at the Newspaper Club, who had flinched in shock at Tamaki's outburst, "If you want to clear the negative reputation of the Newspaper Club and capture the hearts of your readers, you must try to be more down to Earth!"

I snorted, "They could also try writing actual stories instead of the bullshit they post."

"Genie!" Tamaki looked so offended, "Language!"

"Sorry," I wasn't really sorry.

But it satisfied Tamaki who carried on speaking, "I can just imagine the headlines now 'The Handsome Boys of the Host Club enjoy commoner's games' with pictures of us frolicking in early summer! It would be the perfect facelift for your first page!"

I frowned, "Tama, what about me? I'm a girl," I grinned, "I mean, I'm pretty sure I'd be a handsome boy too but as it happens I'm not."

Tamaki ignored me, he started going on about Haruhi, "And it will also show that a certain commoner is happier here now that he is reliving his childhood with us!" He looked at Haruhi expectantly.

I reached into my schoolbag, rummaging around for a second, before I pulled out an orange and started to peel it. What? I'm six foot five, a girl's gotta get her energy from somewhere.

"But president," Ukyo said, not standing too far away from me, "I'm not sure I understand what he's saying."

"Are you sure this guy isn't just a complete idiot?" Sakyo asked.

I frowned at them, sticking my tongue out and walking away a little bit angrily. I promised Kyoya I wouldn't start a fight, a rarity for one such as I, but I intended to keep my word. Which meant I had to avoid problematic situations, basically anywhere with Komatsuzawa in it.

"Why can't this just be over already?" Haruhi asked tiredly, leaning her forehead against my arm. I petted her hair sympathetically.

"Wanna get ice-cream later?" I asked her and Haruhi nodded her head.

I looked over at the sound of approaching footsteps and instantly my mood soured.

Komatsuzawa had walked over, "You're Fujioka, right?" He asked with a pleasant smile, "You wouldn't mind if I asked you a few questions now would you?"

"Um, sure…" Haruhi said.

I calmed my scowl down to a light simmer, knowing that pissing Komatsuzawa off and starting a fight would be detrimental, also I couldn't just walk away this time, not while Haruhi was being interrogated.

Sorry, interviewed.

"So why did you join the Host Club?" He asked.

"Well umm, honestly I joined because I was forced to." Haruhi replied, and I had to admit she wasn't wrong.

Komatsuzawa smiled, "You're an honour student on a scholarship, correct?"

"Uhh, yeah I am." God Haruhi, you can be such an awkward speaker.

"So in other words the fact that you're a member of this club is just another example of how the Suoh family love to flaunt their power!" He said vindictively.

Haruhi was obviously confused, "Say what?"

"Now if you would please tell me all about Tamaki's dark side, if you can help me out here I might just be able to set you free." Komatsuzawa said creepily.

I glared at him, folding my arms, "Haruhi isn't a fucking bird, y'know."

Haruhi frowned, "As far as I can tell, he doesn't have a dark side."

"Yeah," I agreed, "funnily enough, not everyone is as cruel and two-faced as you." I grinned cheekily, well aware I just dealt a low blow. He's a dick anyway so this ho does not give a single flying fuck.

Komatsuzawa scoffed in disgust, "That can't be right! You expect me to believe that a group of high schoolers actually enjoy playing these childish games."

"Look," I started, "just because you're boring doesn't mean everyone else is." I placed my hand on Haruhi's shoulder, who was somehow still oblivious to my obvious dislike of Komatsuzawa.

"I don't think it's that weird." Haruhi said.

He didn't like that, "You've got to be kidding me?!"

Luckily for me the twins always somehow to manage to make an untimely rescue and karate chopping the space between Komatsuzawa and Haruhi and I, grabbing our hands and running off into the distance.

Thank whatever deity may exist for that.

"Next we're playing kanketi and you're it," he pointed at our friend, "Okay, Kyoya?"

I frowned, "What's that?"

Hikaru raised a brown, "You've never played kanketi?"

"It's kick the can." Kaoru said.

"Oh!" I understood that.

I still have trouble with Japanese colloquialisms and kanketi is one of them.

"Yeah," I grinned, "I used to play that with Saoirse, until she kicked a can with a load of ants in it." I looked grief stricken, horror crossing my face, "And then we never played again.

Tamaki did his starlight kick thing again and caused the Newspaper Club in the distance to scream in terror. What fucking babies.

The can reverberated around the tree's knocking of everything and anything, causing me to duck several times and jumped twice, luckily there was no breeze so my skirt stayed in place.

Though I probably wouldn't care if it didn't stay in place.

But the Newspaper Club are idiots, specifically Komatsuzawa and he started ranting about something only to be shut up when the can hit him in the head again. That's just karma.

Tamaki grabbed Haruhi's hand and ran off, I think we were playing kick the can again, and I was distinctly aware of Komatsuzawa muttering evilly under his breath from behind the tree I was hiding in. He hobbled away with the help of his sidekicks.

Kyoya stood up and watched them leave before beckoning the rest of us, minus Tamaki and Haruhi, to join him.

"Are you ready?" He asked us all and received nods of confirmation.

Komatsuzawa and the Newspaper Club were complete idiots, not because they were publishing shit, though, that probably contributed to it. No, they were idiots because they decided to try and sabotage Tamaki, and in turn harm all of us.

And I think it's very clear to everyone that no one harms the Ouran High School Host Club.

When Komatsuzawa opened the doors to their clubroom he was very shocked at the sight of the twins and I perched on his desk forbodingly.

"So we were right all along," Kaoru started.

"You three." Komatsuzawa said viciously

Hikaru smirked, "I guess it was pretty obvious."

"The boss it the only one who hasn't caught on yet." Kaoru said, "He can be really dense when it pertains to anything about himself."

"I should warn you," Hikaru threatened, "if you threaten him there will be consequences."

Kaoru smirked, "Are you really ready to have the Hitachiins and every other club members' families as your enemy?"

I'll admit, my boys can be very intimidating.

Komatsuzawa looked scared, "I knew it! You're nothing but his lackys! He's holding his parents power over all of you!"

"That's not true," Mitsukuni said, Mori standing behind him as back up, "we don't hang out with Tama-chan because of his parents." he smiled calmly, "We love him. We all like being around him and that's why we all choose to be here."

I glared daggers at Komatsuzawa and I'm certain that if someone could die of fright then he'd be the first in a long, long line, "It's a sentiment I'm sure you're unfamiliar with."

Kyoya was perched on some newspapers, "He may be a hopeless idiot but even so," he paused briefly, a fond smile on his face, as we all recalled when Tamaki asked us to join his club.

Even after my unorthodox initiation, Tamaki appeared to me privately after school in an abandoned corridor with the sunlight streaming through stained glass windows, and asked me to join the Host Club.

"You're an amazing girl, Genie-Senpai, I'd love to have you join the club." He said with a lovely smile.

I think every one of us fell slightly in love with Tamaki as he smiled at us.

"Well," the twins brought me back into the present, "what will you do?"

"Please leave Tama-chan alone, okay?" Mitsukuni asked sweetly but I could hear the underlying threat beneath his honeyed words.

"You're all…" Komatsuzawa ground out, "It's not just about him anymore. I'll write an article that'll ruin all of you!" He screeched in anger.

I barked out a harsh laugh, "What'll you write?! 'Evangeline Archer is a bitch because she said no when I asked her out!'" The boys, aside from Kyoya all looked shocked at this, "Because you may as well fuck off then."

"Go ahead," Kyoya said, handing me the medical box, this was the bit I was most excited about, "although," he pushed the hidden compartment on the underside of the box I was holding and a little disk popped out, "What do you think we should do about this?"

It had recorded everything that had been going on in this room, including Komatsuzawa's threats.

"You see it's been here since yesterday," Kyoya continued, "and it recorded everything."

The other two members of the Newspaper Club looked terrified, begging Komatsuzawa to give up.

"Let me explain it to you in terms you can understand," it was so sly but damn, Kyoya really knew how to undermine someone, "You would do well to remember that the Ootori Group and the Hitachiin Family alone earn enough stocks to remove your father as his position of president at the Komatsu Publishing Firm." Kyoya eyes slid over to me for a brief second, "And Archer Enterprises manage the land and buildings that you and your families live and work on."

"However," Kyoya said, "we would never do something like that, we are not like you. What we strive for is fundamentally different."

I grinned proudly at Kyoya, he's was always a good one. I had no doubt about that.

"Oh!" Kyoya said in mock surprise with a pleasant smile, "I've heard that Beatrice Archer is interested in running the Newspaper Club, in fact I'm sure with her input your sales would dramatically increase." Kyoya turned to me again, "What do you think, Genie?"

I smirked, "Beatrice is certainly capable of anything she puts her mind too. She could definitely help this club out."

Komatsuzawa was still kneeling on the floor when he looked up at me, "Your sister?"

"Let her in." I ordered, "Your revenue will go up."

He nodded his head in affirmation.

Kyoya looked to the rest of the Host Club, "Well then, we should go and find the other two."

We eventually found Tamaki and Haurhi.

"Where's the Newspaper Club?" Tamaki asked innocently.

The twins smiled, "They had to cancel, something came up."

Hikaru walked ahead with his twin, "They said they're going to start writing respectable articles,"

"So maybe they can get ahead without having to shut down." Kaoru finished.

"Really? That's good news." Tamaki said happily.

Mitsukuni grinned from atop Mori's shoulders, "Let's go back to the clubroom and eat some cake!"

"Yeah," Mori agreed.

Tamaki grinned, "That does sound good. Cake! Cake! Cake!"

I didn't even realise that the roses of Ouran's maze were in all of our colours until I passed them all.

"Kyoya-senpai? I was wondering…" Haruhi asked.

Kyoya hummed in acknowledgement."

"Are the Suoh Family really that big of a deal around here?" I frowned, did Haruhi not know? How could she not know?

"Well, the foundation of their business lies in corporate finance, but they do have some extensive real estate as well." He explained.

"Yeah," I pitched in, "that's why I moved here, Archer Enterprises and Suoh Enterprises are partners." I passed by one of the rare green roses, my rose according to Host Club rules.

"You've heard of the Royal Grant Hotel and the Ooto Theatre, they also have a hand in other things like school management for example." Kyoya said.

"I didn't know that," Haruhi said, "which school?"

Kyoya and I stopped walking, she really didn't know? Haruhi looked back to us expectantly.

"Why, Ouran Academy." Kyoya said.

Haruhi looked shocked as Kyoya and I started walking again.

"You've been here long enough that you should know what the name of the Board's Chairman is." He continued, "You know, if you think about it, you're able to attend school here because of the financial aid you receive from Tamaki's family. You should be grateful to them."

"Haruhi!" Tamaki called, gaining the shocked girl's attention, "Hurry up or we're going to leave you! I would hate for you to end up lost again!"

Haruhi was still in shock.

"So," I said, placing the dirty dishes of the day in the sink, "this was a rather eventful day."

Mitsukuni grinned, eating more cake, "Yeah! I'm glad that Tama-chan is happy."

"So long as he remains in the dark about the Newspaper Club's attempt at sabotage." I said as I started to wash the plates.

The little blond hummed in response, finishing his slice of cake, coincidentally the last slice that was available.

We were silent for a time, I looked out the window as I washed the dishes. Early summer's rain had decided to grace us with its presence as it hit the window glass and raced down the pane, knocking against another drops of water that dared get in its way. I'd always liked rain.

"Evie?" Mitsukuni asked hesitantly, and I could tell by his use of my personal nickname that he wanted to discuss something important.

"Mitsu?" I replied.

His eyes shifted away slightly before returning to me, "About the other night…" Ah so he wanted to talk about stuff.

"You don't regret it do you?" I asked, attempting to mask my worry.

"No!" Mitsukuni jumped off the counter, his hands held out and eyebrows drawn down, he was clearly very shocked by what I said, "I don't regret any of it."

I smiled in relief, "Good, I don't regret it either."

He hopped back onto the counter just as I started to dry my hands with the kitchen towl we kept in here. Why did a music room even have a kitchen?

Mitsukuni was smiling gently again, watching me dry the dishes and put them away in the cupboards.

"If you don't regret it…" he trailed of slightly before gaining more confidence, "can we…do it again?"

I grinned at him and swayed my hips as I stalked towards the short blond boy, still perched on the counter, and I placed my hands on either side of his thighs. I leaned forward, my face so close to his that I could taste the cake on his breath on my tongue.

My eyes were half-lidded, watching Mitsukuni who was gazing right back at me.

"We can certainly do it again." I said, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

The affect was instantaneous as Mitsukuni launched himself at me, little hands wrapping in my longue hair as he pushed his lips against mine and snaked his tongue inside of my mouth. I moaned, quickly followed by Mitsukuni's own moan, as we kissed heatedly, my arms wrapping around his little body and pulling him tightly against me.

He squeaked as my fingers danced along the knobs of his spine, caressing his clothed skin. I slowly made my way to the buttons of his blazer before pulling my mouth away.

There was a string of saliva connecting our mouths together and Mitsukuni's face was a brilliant shade of red and his lips were kiss-swollen and wet. I grinned breathily.

"Can I?" I whispered, gesturing to Mitsukuni's blazer.

He nodded hastily, unwrapping his arms from around my neck in favour of shaking his blazer off, he also undid a few of his shirt buttons, his tie thrown to the ground next to his blazer.

I grinned and kissed his lips delicately before gently leading kisses away from his lips and along his jawline. Occasionally nipping at his skin, I made my way down to his neck and started suckling on his skin.

He tasted sweet; a mix of cake residue, his strawberry scented body wash, a little bit of sweat, and finally, something that was distinctly Mistukuni Haninozuka. It was addicting, I loved his scent and his taste and wished to never be without it.

"Evie…" he moaned as I found his sweet spot and started sucking harshly. He was definitely going to have a hickey by the end of our session.

His hands found my hair again and he started tugging it gently, delicately twisting the golden curls in his little fists. Though he was delicate and gentle, I was very aware of the strength that Mitsukuni was capable of, even if he would never execute it on me I could feel the muscles rippling beneath his school shirt as I rid him of all of his buttons.

I pushed his shirt down to his elbows, giving me free access to his hairless chest and collarbone.

My lips attached themselves once more to his skin and I started nibbling his collarbone, Mitsukuni moaned and pulled me against him some more. Hips to hips, I could feel something hard poking me in the abdomen.

I chuckled, moving my lips back Mitsukuni's so I could continue kissing him, and I delicately dragged by fingers down his chest and abdomen, occasionally stopping to pay special attention to a certain spot. Mitsukuni moaned loudly and I quickly silenced him by putting my tongue in his mouth.

The others were just outside the door and Ouran Academy isn't exactly soundproof.

As if they could almost hear my thoughts, we were interrupting by a loud knock on the door, God knows why whoever knocked didn't just walk in, I mean, we were in a kitchen.

Mitsukuni and I pulled apart, breathless.

"Later?" I asked breathily.

He grinned, "Later." And kissed my lips gently before hopping of the counter and putting his shirt and blazer on, his tie hanging out of his back pocket.

I grinned, patting down my hair and following Mitsukuni out of the kitchen.