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Sweet as Sugar	By : Demonic_Host Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 4466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sweet as Sugar
Chapter Twelve
The traditional Japanese room, normally beautiful, was a mess. There were clothes thrown about the tatami floor. Most of them were even ripped. Honey had whirlwind through everything as he took out his rage and frustration over the situation he found himself in. The only thing untouched by his anger and sorrow was the stuffed Rabbit that his grandmother had given him. But even that had not been safe from him entirely as it was buried somewhere in the mess that he called his room.
His eyes were unseeing to everything that was around him. Instead he was focusing on his image in the mirror. Or at least as best he could through the warm tears that wanted to spill. What he saw was a cute boy and right now, unlike ever before, that was the problem. He was under five feet tall. That was about the height of an elementary student. Or a middle schooler at best. All of the other club members were taller than him. Even Haruhi and she was a girl. Not that you knew that of course. Haruhi was a convincing boy. One that looked their age. Honey knew that he did not.
It wasn't just his height that still made him look like a child. It was everything about him. And that had been on purpose - that was how he had wanted to be for so long. His eyes were normally nice and wide, helping to give his round face a youthful expression. His face itself still had all of its baby fat for a variety of reasons. And despite the fact that he had plenty of muscle no one would ever really know. His normal diet kept a layer of insulation between his skin and the muscles that it was attached to so that nothing was defined. He even made sure that his diet was restricted in the amount of protein he got by supplementing it with much tastier cake. That way he didn't bulk up or build defining muscles like his father as he trained. Without enough protein the muscles in his body would stay lean - easier to hide.
He had tried so hard to keep looking like a child that he had succeeded. He could fool the whole world that he was still like ten years old. And then on top of all of that he had been taking the experimental pills that Kyouya had been giving him since his first year of senior high school. They were supposed to help stave off aging. And I'm his case that meant keeping at bay the changes that puberty brought with it. Which was how Honey looked like a child to the rest of the world.
He curled his hand around today's dose. No more. He wanted you; he would get you by any means. Even if that meant he needed to look a little more grown up. He could do that. He would hate it but he could do it. Honey decided in that moment that he would have his cake and eat it too. And when he put his mind to anything he always got what he wanted.
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You sat in your desk as the class started to wrap up. It had even been your favorite subject. But even with that you hadn't been able to pay attention. You felt horrible about what you told Honey last week. It was true that you weren't sexually attracted to him but it had come out in such a harsh way. Especially considering that, as far as you knew, it had been his first rejection. Which made it a bit extreme. Though it was equally true that what he had been doing had been extreme as well. He had wanted to have sex in one of the libraries! And from what you understood he hadn't been joking or teasing either. He'd been serious about wanting to...
Your face heated up even as you remembered exactly what he insinuated doing. He had wanted to explore and experiment in public. At first he hadn't even considered the fact that there were other people in the room! And that was after he kissed you! It had been a lot to take in. You had snapped at him in an equally extreme way. Which you felt guilty about regardless of how true it was.
Honey still looked like a child. His mind might be all teenager but his body was still trapped in early middle school at best. And the way he normally acted with the host club supported that. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy his presence when he was acting normal. In fact, he was probably your favorite person to be around because he made everything fun and helped you to forget your woes. Unfortunately his feelings hadn't been as innocent as you had once thought. He was attracted to you in a very romantic and sexual way because while his body seemed frozen in time his mind had not been.
How did a boy who didn't even look like they hit puberty get an erection anyways? Even a half formed one like you had felt on the bridal themed day shouldn't have existed...but it did. And you felt horrible for inciting it. The truth was, as you told him, you just weren't attracted to him that way. If you had been that might have been cause for alarm. Outside of his school uniform there was no way to physically distinguish Honey from a young middle schooler. And if you had been attracted to someone that young wouldn't that make you like a pedlephile or something? You weren't sure you wanted to ask for anyone else's opinions just in case the answer was yes. You knew that he probably couldn't help how he looked but at the same time you couldn't help what was attractive to you or not.
When the bell finally rang, you gathered your stuff and started out. For the last week you had been going home early after school. Or at least what counted as home now a days. The hotel might have been lonely but at least it was away from judgemental eyes. There weren't girls there to blame you for Honey's sullen mood. They had no idea why of course; not entirely. You and he had spoke in quieted voices at the time. But there had been a few gossipers that saw you with him. And then saw how upset he had been when you left. That alone had been enough to turn the population of girls against you.
Which made the week of school a bit hellish actually. You'd been bumped into more than once on purpose. You had water and tea spilled on you practically every day since. And the vicious whispers just out of sight hurt. You but up a brave front, as best you could, so that no one saw that they affected you during school but it was just easier if you didn't stay around once the clubs began.
"Excuse me," someone called out.
You recognized that voice. You looked to your side to see Kyouya approaching. Great. Just what you needed right now. The man that you were supposedly engaged to finally wanted to talk. And if the last week was anything to go by you were not going to enjoy this conversation. He had probably heard about the horrible rumors circulating around you and decided to confront you as well. He no doubt felt like he needed to mitigate the situation by calling things off. If he knew what his parents and your grandparents had been planning of course. You weren't actually sure if he knew.
"Yes?" Your tone was as polite as you could make it.
"Do you have a few minutes? I have something I'd like to discuss."
Aaand here it comes. He was about to break it off before it even became public knowledge. Your grandparents would be furious. Regardless, you put on a brave front and nodded.
"Yes, I was just headed home. But if you need to talk my driver can wait for a little bit."
"That won't be necessary. I sent your driver back."
Wait he did what?
You couldn't stop the surprised expression from showing up on your face. Why would he do that? A knot of apprehension tied up your stomach as you and he moved to a more secluded place. It wasn't that you were afraid of him, not in a physical way, it was that you were afraid of what he would say.
When you were satisfied that there was no one around to really overhear a conversation, you stopped and looked back to him.
"You wanted to speak?"
"Yes," Kyouya said in a serious voice. "Normally I don't get involved in my fellow hosts day to day lives, but I felt I must make an exception. I'm sure that you're aware that Mitsukuni Haninozuka has not been coming to the club for a week correct?"
...you did not. That was actually news to you.
"In fact, I checked with his classmates and the administration. He hasn't been to school in a week. Nor has he picked up when we have tried to reach him. Even Morinozuka has been unable to get a hold of him. From what I heard you were the last person to speak to him. And I'm sure you can understand our concern over the situation. So may I ask what exactly happened that day?"
You stared at Kyouya as though he'd grown a new head. No one had been able to reach him? Not even Mori? Now you felt even worse over the situation than you did before.
"We had a disagreement," You broached the subject as politely as possible.
Kyouya's face tilted in just a way that it made seeing his eyes very difficult. The glare on his spotless glasses saw to that. You heard a sound of encouragement come from him as he tried to discover more information. You weren't sure how personal would be too personal. After all, the information had the potential to be damaging in many different ways. You weren't sure if it would be safe for either you or Honey to disclose any information. Then again this was one of his friends. And judging by the way that he was going out of his way to make personal inquiries you would have to say that he was concerned for his friend.
"Honey And Mori were kind enough to keep me company during a hard time. And from there, Honey got some grandiose ideas about a relationship between he and I. One that I am not comfortable with."
You hadn't been able to tell but Kyouya has been surprised by what you said. He knew that Honey was happier whenever you would come to visit and that a happy Honey was more lucrative. But he had no idea that his fellow host and school senior had been visiting you while you were out of school. That would explain why he had been in such a rush to get away from the club early. Or why some days he would come back with a little bit of an extra pep in his step. But he hadn't thought Honey capable of making any of his clients uncomfortable. Especially in the way that he believed you were hinting at.
"And you turned him down?" His question was almost a statement based on the tone of his voice.
"Yes, I did not think it would be appropriate given that my grandparents have arranged an engagement."
Kyouya nodded. That alone made you wonder about if he'd been informed. But he showed no other signs that he understood that the engagement had been to him. If you didn't know any better you might have even believed that the proposed engagement had been a hoax from your grandparents. But they weren't exactly the joking kind of people. So either he knew and had no real thoughts on the subject that he wanted to share with you. Or he didn't know yet. You couldn't tell. You didn't know Kyouya at all so that was no surprise.
"Would you be against making amends with Honey?" Kyouya asked.
You couldn't be sure but he sounded much more casual. And he had used the other host's nickname instead of his full nomenclature.
"I feel guilty for being so harsh with him," you answered honestly. "So no, I wouldn't mind. But I believe that I'm the last person he will want to see if he hasn't been attending school."
There goes that sheen on the glasses again. It was like the sun sent special beams down just to give him that ominous gleam.
"On the contrary, I believe seeing you is exactly what Honey needs."
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