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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 Eight

You stared blankly ahead of you in a half aware state. The last few hours had been a whirlwind of nauseating minutes. Yesterday the detective on the arson case against your family had asked you to stay in town until they could discover a motive and ensure that the arsonist wasn't about to follow you on a plane. The last part had obviously been implied but the sentiment frustrated you. They wanted you to stay despite the fact that they didn't even have a suspect. What made it worse was that your grandparents expected you to go along with it without any complaints. Then throw on the fact that they'd sprung an arranged engagement on you and it was understandable that you were a bit dizzy.

That wasn't the end of your issues. Oh no. It turned out that the limo which you assumed would take you back to the hotel you were staying at had a different destination planned. You didn't know when your grandparents had time to tell the driver to take you to Ouran High School but they had. Apparently they didn't want you getting lazy or fall behind on your education just because of something as small as a near fatal house fire. That would have been too unseemly. So without asking you or even letting you know before hand they re-enrolled you into the prestigious academy.

The school's personal seamstresses still had your measurements on file apparently. As they worked on your uniforms you had to attend the same exact classes you had attended before withdrawing in your street clothes. Which was apparently as distracting for you as it was everyone else. You weren't the epitome of feminine modesty after all. Nor did you have the more lithe figure like most of your Japanese counterparts. It was why your uniform was having to be sewn as you attended class - you had a hard time finding clothes in Japan that properly fit you. You were just glad that you had gotten dressed for the day with going to the police station in mind. Or the situation could be a whole lot worse.

The bell chimed signaling lunch. You hadn't been at the school for more than thirty minutes and you still couldn't wait to be out of the class. It was stifling trying to pretend that you weren't the center of the class' gossip. Rich kids (yourself included) with too much time on their hands could be quite destructive.

You tried to keep to yourself as you got the B lunch set with your favorite dessert on the side. Sure you could have done without the sweet but you didn't want to. There was already so much you were having to put up with today that you didn't deny yourself. You just made a mental note that you would need to use the hotel's gym a bit so you didn't outgrow your uniforms before they were even done.

The moment you took a seat at the smallest table you could find, girls all around you started to giggle. Not all of them of course. But enough that you looked up from your salad, cherry tomato already touching your lips. Almost instantly you saw what some of the yellow clad females were giggling at. Honey was peering around the corner with his stuffed rabbit dragging the ground. You smiled at the innocent picture he made before eating the tiny tomato you had on your fork.

You got the next bite into your mouth before Honey finally moved into the cafeteria completely. Something inside of you said that he was definitely headed towards your table but you tried to ignore that. It wasn't like he lacked for companions at the school. And now that you were back it wasn't like he needed to feel bad about you being isolated. He wouldn't feel compelled to hang out with you. With a sort of dreary feeling setting in at that though you picked up your glass of ice water. There was a thinly cut lemon floating amongst the ice that you absentmindedly shifted about in your glass until the instinct to look up became too strong.

Honey smiled wildly at you as he placed both hands on the white tablecloth, Usa hanging down and around. You mustered a small smile for him in return as you sat your glass down on your tray.

"Yes Honey?"

"I'm glad that you decided to come back to school Tori!"

Well at least he was happy about it. Your deadpan stare must have finally overtaken your polite smile at that thought. Honey slowly lost his smile as he lowered his hands from the table.

"Aren't you happy to be back? We can finally spend more time together. Like we used to."

...what was he talking about? Seriously? Before the fire you had only seen Honey when you visited the host club after school. You had spent a lot more time with him when he calmed to visit you at your hotel. Still it would be rude to correct him so abruptly in public.

You made a non-confirmative noise in response instead of speaking your mind. Honey took a seat across from you before starting the conversation. Which was interesting to say the least. You couldn't help but feel like there was a dozen eyes on you at the moment. You definitely weren't too far off.

"I finally listened to the song you like so much," Honey said, gently kicking his legs in his seat.

You tilted your head slightly as you looked at the cute, thoughtful face he was making. "What song?"

"The one by Enya. Hmmm what was it called again? I can't remember!"

Your eyes widened and you were pretty sure that color started to spread onto your cheeks. The fact that Honey kept looking at you for an answer didn't help. You knew exactly what son he was talking about. The Principles of Lust by Enya. You had it playing at the time that Honey had called you for the first time. Pretty much the day after the whole fire incidence. You never imagined that he would have overheard it. All that you could hope for was that he didn't understand the lyrics. After all the song was in English.

"Do you listen to those types of songs often?" He asked curiously.

"Slow songs?" You questioned back almost hopefully.

He crushed that hope with a smile on his face. "No silly. Songs about sex."

Mortification set in so quickly you wished that this was just a nightmare. Unfortunately you weren't that lucky. It was made worse by the fact that he didn't seem at all aware that he was embarrassing you in public. It was almost like he was immune to shame.

"I--" there was nothing that you could say which would make this situation sound better. You were suddenly very glad that he hadn't heard your other choice of songs.

"I don't like that my wife is listening to sex songs," he spoke in a musing tone.

It just got worse. You could practically hear half of the cafeteria stop in their tracks. Your head practically went to your chest as you tried to avoid running away from the cafeteria. You knew that would only make everything seem worse.

"Honey, please stop," you begged.

"Hm, stop what?"

"We're not married, Honey. I know you wanted to play pretend but please...I don't want to get in trouble."

"Why would we get in trouble? It's not like we're doing anything wrong. I love you, and you love me right?"

That was one way to put you on the spot. One spectacular way.

"Honey…" you spoke with an imploring tone.

"Right?"

He was leaning over the table, body precariously balanced. His favorite stuffed animal was on the ground. You shifted in your seat.

"You're my friend," you finally settled on your response. "And you're a great person."

Honey seemed to accept that answer. He sat back down in his seat with a smile over his face. Which was interrupted by a very loud growling stomach. Finally it was the blonde's turn to look embarrassed. He said something about being hungry before hurrying off to go get food.
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