Bellastar4n6

  Kyoya's POV I watched a mother and child from the window of my classroom, ignoring the teacher and Tamaki's pestering. *I can't believe it... she was just a student here, and I started to fall for her... and now, I'm planning to* My thoughs were cut off as a found myself being carried away from my desk by Mori-senpai, the rest of the host club trailing him; rather a shick, Haruhi running after Mori as well. "Okay, Kyoya, talk!" Tamaki announced, having watched Mori sit me down on the lounge of the club room. "I told you guys yesterday; I have something to announce at lunchtime. Not in the middle of the first lesson." I fixe my glasses, sta

"Kyoya, you're sure you want to come along with me?" I asked him, treasuring the warmth of his hand in mine. "If I wasn't sure, would I be here?" He asked, smirking at me. Too nervous to argue, I entered the room, staring at the bed with apprehension. "It'll be fine." He kissed the top of my head, and I smiled. "Now then, you must be my four o'clock. A Miss Kyokori, correct?" A tall doctor with a clear Russian accent looked over his clipboard to me, dark blue eyes watching me shrink away from him. "I'm Dr Kabonski." "It's okay, Nikyo, he's not going to hurt you." Kyoya grit his teeth. "Although, you're nails are digging into my spine." "Sorry

Are you listening?" I woke from my daydream, panicking as I realised my train of thought. "Ah, yes, Mori-sensei. You were saying about... the, um..." I tried to think of what he was talking about. "World War two." He stated, showing my textbook. "Ah, I can't concentrate." I ran my hands through my hair. "Where's Honey-senpai?" "He went to get some snacks." Mori put the textbook down and folded his hands under his chin. "What's wrong, Mori-sensei? Worried about the date?" I grinned at him, watching him blush. "I wanted to know... if you... had... any..." Mori forced out the words. "Advice?" *How cute! He's so nervous, it's almost like he's...

I moved back and hid my mouth in my knees, grinning stupidly. "What was that?" "You know, I will have to get you back for that... but I can hear a loud noise approaching." He cleared his throat and sat down on a chair, just as the rest of the Host club burst back into the door, each holding a vast array of food. "Picnic time!" I chanted, surprising everyone. "Nikyo, you're not allowed to go ou-" Tamaki began. "I know. That's why we're having a picnic in here." I grinned and began to set out the food. All in all, I almost didn't mind not getting to go outside, considering the fun we had. ~Monday~ "Hey Honey-senpai, Mori-senpai. I'm learning ma

~Back with Nikyo~ "Hey..." I murmured, seeing a familiar glint off of all too familiar glasses. "Where should I start?" He asked, taking my hand and sitting by me. "I suppose you'll want to know everything, although I think you already know most of it from the doctor." I removed my hand from his and looked out of the window, my hand resting on my stomach. "They only told me of a few things. They said that you're pregnant." I flinched slightly at the anger he managed to put into that one word. "They also said you have a mass infection in your stomach, will probably be hospitalised for a month or more, until it clears up. Haruhi told me, though

"Okay, the next theme is simpler." I paced infront of Haruhi's futon, my bare feet barely making a noise. "I choose colours. Now, what colours for who? And for the room, what decorations? Oh, and I'll need to find costumes to fit." "Um... how about you pick eight colours, and then match them up?" Haruhi crossed her legs. "That's actually pretty good... hm... the rainbow has seven, so what if we just pick one more?" I sat down beside her. "Um... white. White's pretty good." Haruhi nodded at me as I got out my laptop. "Okay, so, who gets what?" I scribbled down the colours. "I think red should go to Tamaki, as he likes to stand out." "Well, tha

"Nikyo, do you like Kyoya?" Honey was blunt, and looked me in the eye. I paled, then looked from his eyes to Mori's, my stomach sinking. "We need to know, Nikyo. Your father..." Mori tried to explain, but was cut off. "We can keep the secret, but we need to know." Honey grabbed my hand, stopping me from moving away. "I... do..." I looked down, pulling my hand out from Honey's and placing them in my lap, biting my lip. "Your father is angry with us for not protecting you, and you for going out with Gyukoshi in the first place. He wants you to make your choice about who to marry by the start of Febuary, not at the end of the school year." *What

I walked up to the host club at the start of lunch, carrying a bento in each hand. "Hey! Come try these!" I set them down and opened them, revealing little balls of unknown origin. "What are they?" Hikaru picked one up with his chopstick, staring at it. "I made them; I'm making a new recipe, and they should be pretty good! Oh, here!" I gave each of them one each, each one a slightly different colour, and took a bite of mine. "Hey, these are pretty good, aren't they, Takashi?" Honey finished his, a sweet one, quickly, reaching for more. "They taste like cake dumplings!" "They're spicy." Mori stated as he ate his. Kyoya, Tamaki, Hikaru, Kaoru a

~Two weeks later~ I walked out of my house, for the first time since then, and looked over at my escort of the day; the twins. "Hello Hikaru, Kaoru." I nodded at them, before getting into their car. Ever since I had come back home, I hadn't left my room, save for when I went to the staircase to walk the host club up. For the first time, I thought I was ready for school, so I had my escorts, as well as a taser and pepper spray in my belt, a mobile phone in my pocket and in my bag, and a picture of all of the host club. I walked inbetween them as they walked me to my class, saying nothing, aside from a greeting to Haruhi, I said nothing until l