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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
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the Fruits Basket franchise. Nor do I make any profit from this work.

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A/N: I decided to switch the spelling of Hani (Haninozuka) to the more recognized form of Honey. I may be switching the spelling in the previous chapters as well when I have time.
Sweet as Sugar
Chapter Three
It felt strange to have nothing to do with your day. Normally you'd be in class learning whatever you could absorb. Like most people you had your strong subjects and your weak ones. You weren't the best student but you weren't the worst either. And while not being in class was a nice idea in theory, in practice all it meant was that you were bored. It wasn't like you could spend the days going around the city. You didn't want to test your luck to see if the police would try to catch you for truancy. If that happened they'd want identification; you wouldn't have anything on you. Especially not a visa and that would no doubt be the next thing that police needed to see. Which meant that you'd more than likely be detained and cause trouble for everyone involved. That wasn't something you were willing to do. Which meant that you were stuck indoors all day.
With a heavy sigh you leaned into the couch. If this is what being grounded was like you were glad that you had never been a delinquent. Sure you had the run of the hotel and all the amenities that it offered but they weren't very fun if you didn't have someone to share them with. Besides at this point in life you'd grown used to everything this hotel had to offer. Still you wagered that it was better than sitting around doing nothing.
You got up off of the couch and collected the swimsuit that the staff had purchased for you just two days prior as well as a few other necessities. Then you actually changed before wrapping a thick guest robe around you so that you were decent to walk around the hotel. Not that your swimsuit was too inappropriate as the two piece covered a lot more than the other options they brought to choose from.
As you were about to head out of the door the landline rang. You sat your small beach bag down by the door to pick up the phone.
"Hello?"
Almost instantly the receptionist spoke up. "You have a guest to see you mistress. Shall I send them up?"
You looked around the room to make sure that there wasn't anything embarrassing out. From what you could see the living room, kitchenette, and dinning area were clear. You couldn't see anything that would embarrass you if anyone else were to see it. It wasn't like you had much in the way of personal items anyways. Almost everything you had burned up in the fire. All you'd been able to take with you had been the singular carry on bag you had planned to keep with you on the plane. It should have had your identification and visa, but for some reason none of those had been in the bag when you'd been rushed out of your room.
"Mistress?"
"Yes, yes. Send them up," you replied after your momentary distraction.
Unfortunately having a guest meant that you weren't able to head out of the hotel suite right away. You shifted your weight in almost a rhythmic way as you waited for this so called guest to make their way up. Despite the fact that the elevator ding was quiet you heard it. It helped that you were standing at the open door and that the elevator wasn't very far away. When the metallic doors opened to the elevator your retroactively knew that you should have guessed who had come to see you. Haninozuka, better known to everyone as Honey, looked around the corridor like it was the first time that he was seeing the place. Which you knew was far from the truth. He and Mori had come to see you multiple times since you'd taken residence in this place. It was quite surprising actually - you used to be the one to visit them and lately the shoe had been on the other foot. What else was surprising was the fact that Honey seemed to be on his own today. You didn't catch a glimpse of Mori and he wasn't exactly easy to overlook.
"Hello Honey."
"Tori!" Honey greeted with enthusiasm as he wrapped his arms around you.
For a moment you felt like you couldn't breath. He was squeezing you so tightly that he felt like the world's best boa constrictor. Your sounds of pain and discomfort must have gotten to him because as he pulled back you saw that he looked quite apologetic.
"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to hug you so hard. I was just so excited to see you!"
Seriously, you were going to have to work out a few kinks and put some bubbles in your body just to counteract the bear hug you had gotten. Who knew that Honey had such strength in such a small frame.
"It's alright Honey. Nothing a message can't fix," you replied genuinely.
He looked surprised by that and guilt started to cloud the jubilee you'd found on his face only a moment ago. Which in turn made you feel a little bad. If you weren't such a wuss when it came to pain or if you had a stronger body this wouldn't have happened. You reached out with your hands, pulling him into an affectionate hug. That wasn't exactly something you got to do during the times you visited the Host Club at the academy. Honey didn't seem to mind your overtly affectionate gesture judging by the way he buried his face into your neck.
"Hey Honey?"
"Yes?"
The way he responded to you was so cute, it was no wonder he got girls aweing over him all day long. You pulled back from him, realizing that he hadn't let you go from the hug entirely. You practically stared into his eyes because of how close you and he were. They were quite a beautiful cinnamon shade.
"Did you get taller?"
Despite the fact that you never would have gotten the chance to be this close to him during school time you had noticed he'd been getting a tiny bit bigger. The fact that he was so close now put it into focus. You used to be able to look right over his blonde mop of hair even though you were pretty average in height yourself. Nor you were almost eye to eye, almost but not quite.
"Hmmm...Mori says I've grown a few centimeters in the last few months," he admitted as his hands tightened on you. "That's good right? It's not bad that I'm growing is it?"

You slowly tried to set angle yourself from Honey. No luck. His mood seemed to shift with the speed and severity of a child. He clung to you, nearly wiggling about as a bunch of emotions tried to take over. You had to admit that it felt strange to feel it happening rather than just seeing him with Mori. You had to constantly remind yourself that this was the sweet, innocent Honey as you kept feeling rather embarrassed (among other things). You never would have let another guy behave this intimately with you unless you knew for sure that they were gay. The way that he snuggled into you and how his breath hit your neck felt vaguely sexual after all. But this was Honey! No need to worry about such adult things with him. You were certain that he didn't have those kind of thoughts...despite being seventeen years old already.
"Relax. It's just natural."
Then it was silent for a minute as he stopped wiggling with what seemed to be insecurity. Until he broke it.
"Hey…"
"Yeah?" It was your turn to respond back to a probing sound.
"Were you going to go swimming? I love to go swimming!"
It took you a moment to remember that you were already in your swimsuit. And that all you had over it was a robe. Which had fallen open during all of the wiggling. It was no wonder that he guessed you were going to go to the pool. What made you uncomfortable about his powers of deduction was the fact that it meant he got an eyeful of your chest from a rather close up perspective; it only drew your attention back to the fact that he continued to hug you as though you'd replaced his stuffed bunny. Speaking of...where was the little bunny of his?
"You want to go swimming with me right?" Honey asked with an excited voice.
You snapped yourself back from your worries as you finally managed to move away from him. You bent at the knees, trying to straighten up your robe as you moved, to pick up your beach bag. You weren't actually going to go to the beach but it was the perfect thing to carry your stuff in. Of course you could have just used whatever it was they had on hand at the pool but this way you sort of felt a bit more at home...even if the hotel's personal shopper had gone out and gotten everything for you yesterday.
"Yes."
"Well then, what are we waiting for?" Honey asked with a smile, grabbing your hand and pulling you out the door without warning. "Let's go!"
It was just easier to go with the flow of it. Honey led you to the elevator. You didn't pay very much attention to what buttons he pressed so when you ended up on the roof you really only had yourself to blame. Especially as you hadn't noticed till you stepped right out into the middle of what appeared to be a japanese garden. The entire roof of the hotel had been decorated up to resemble a water garden with grand wooden pathways. The hotel was outlined with bushes taller than anyone could see, which isolated it from looking out into the city. It it wasn't for the sounds, which admittedly the hotel tried to combat with ambient sound machines, people would never know that they were in the middle of a rather metropolitan area. You supposed that was on purpose.
"Oh no, I took us to the wrong place," Honey said with falling spirits. He turned to look back at you with remorse. "I'm so sorry."
"It's alright Honey," you said as you patted his head with a smile. "This place is beautiful to look at too. Thank you."
"Do you mean it?"
...see, normally his childlike innocents was refreshing. Right now it just gave you sort of an emotional whiplash. He was so enthusiastic about everything he felt and it showed.
"Ooooh, I know. Why don't we go swimming here?"
"But it's supposed to be a garden.
"I'm sure no one will mind!"
Plus there was the fact that even if the staff did mind the misuse of the place you were kind of the granddaughter to the people who owned the hotel. Your grandparents might have chosen to stay at a more traditional place (though this rooftop garden was a blatant homage to their tastes) but that didn't mean that their presents wouldn't have been felt by everyone around. You were like a walking, talking reminder. And if any of the guests minded you were sure that the staff would placate them or do whatever it was that servants did to ease over their master's issues.
Still it felt awkward to you despite Honey's lack of reservation. You chose an area that would seem as though many of the guests would go there. At least that way you weren't as likely to be seen. It helped to ease your embarrassment as you tried to appease the large personality before you.
Wait - where did Honey magically get a pair of trunks from?
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