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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 Nine

You stopped at the top of the staircase with your hand gripping the railing for dear life. Though it had been a bit of a trek from your last class to where you were now, that had little to do with your near breathless state. In fact, the reason as to why you were breathing so deeply and unable to budge any further was that fear had set in. You knew that you needed to keep your promise to your grandparents concerning Honey's claims. They were surprisingly becoming more and more in the public's view as the day went on. His little stunt in the cafeteria had only made it worse. You weren't sure if he knew about the position that he put you in or not; you didn't know if he'd care either way. Either way you needed to find a way to put a stop to it. The trouble with that was that you couldn't bring yourself to hurt his feelings. You had tried at lunch but...that had backfired in your face.

Which was half of the reason you were so afraid as you stood at the top of the stairs. Some of the girls that passed by you stopped to stare but most just ignored you. There weren't many of course. Ouran High School was rather exclusive so it wasn't like the large hall ways even remotely felt crowded. Given their size you could even go so far as to say that most areas of the school felt desolate. The only reason anyone passed by you outside of class or the cafeteria at the current moment was because you were on one of the routes to Music room number 3. That room was more commonly known for being used by the Host Club.

...both of your problems could be found in there. Not only did you have to discuss things with Honey there was also Kyoya to contend with. Your grandparents hadn't spoken his first name of course, but they did say that he (the Ootori in question) attended the senior high school. Considering that Kyoya was the only Ootori as far as you knew that attended Ouran High School it felt like a safe bet assuming that the arrangement involved him. What you didn't know was if he knew about it as well. You also didn't know how serious of a proposal it was given that you had practically just heard of it. It wasn't like the idea of an arranged marriage was a completely foreign notion to you; it was just another business transaction after all. They had been used for generations upon generations to solidify mergers and deals. It was just that it still didn't feel real that your parents were considering one for you while you were still in school.

With that numb, out of touch feeling racing through your body you trudged your way towards the third music room. As you weren’t in the first wave of girls to go in, you weren’t greeted with a flamboyant welcome. When you got there and opened the door, instead what you saw was quite shocking. Everything looked like it was decorated in white. There was even a 12 tier, white cake with gold rosebuds in the middle of the large banquet style dining room. You didn’t even know that cakes could reach Twelve layers. You looked down at your feet and saw a golden silk runner. It split off towards each of the hosts sections. And every section had an archway with their colored roses decorating in various different patterns. Around the arch were smaller stuffed chairs in the shape of a crescent moon, broken in the middle to allow the golden runner through.

It looked like a mass wedding. The only station missing was Haruhi.

You mouth opened a fraction as that thought sunk in. The symbolism was not lost on you. You could only hope, however, that it was just a massive coincidence. It wasn’t like Honey had done this because of you right? He wouldn’t have known you would come back on this day. And there was no way that the other Hosts would do this unless they liked the idea to. ...right?

Without realizing what was really happening, you felt arms around your middle and warm breath on your exposed clavicle. You looked down with wide eyes to see Honey practically buried into with a hug. At least this time he wasn’t squeezing so hard that it hurt. He’d learned that at least.

“You came!” Honey said happily as he drew back with a wide, innocent smile.

You nodded a little dumbfounded as you looked around once more. Even for the Host Club this was overdoing it. All of the decorations had to cost more than even the Bali day they had done. And that was saying something.

As Honey took a step back you felt his hand wrapped around yours. His grip left you no way for you to untangle your hands without hurting yourself. Honey pulled you over to a section of the large room that had a silk screen pulled across it. You vaguely got the notion that he probably wasn’t supposed to venture around the exceedingly long screen when you saw all of the female attendants look at him in surprise.

“Pick out something cute okay? Today we are getting married!”

Inside your stomach clenched tightly. Outwardly you smiled and nodded. You didn’t want to see that bright, innocent face disappear just yet. You didn’t want to humiliate him in public. He didn't deserve that. So instead of doing what you probably should have, you went along with the attendant. She lead you into a smaller chamber. You vaguely recognized her at the seamstress who was working on your uniforms.

She took some basic measurements very quickly. As she did so you heard classical music start to play. It sounded like stereotypical “here comes the bride” procession. Considering the setting you wouldn’t doubt it. When the seamstress came back in she had three selections of dresses in her hands. Each she hung up on a different wall for you to choose from. Two of them were quite lavish which was not exactly your style.

Honey had told you to pick something cute. Regardless, you picked what you wanted to wear. And the moment that happened you were being helped into a corset style under garment that wouldn’t show from underneath the dress. It also made your boobs look fabulous. Next the seamstress helped you into the dress, zipping it up for you in the back. The pearlescent, nearly silver dress hit all the right angles on your body and the deep cowl neckline made your bosom look like it was being supported by a heavenly river. Once that was done you were lead out of a door that you were sure they had somehow put into the music room for this day. It didn’t exist before this, that much you knew. Girls were fussing with their makeup and hair as they were being lined up in accordance to what Host they wanting to see.

You noticed that the newest host, Haruhi, talked with the girls in the line. They also helped put everyone in order so that a procession line moved smoothly. Or so you assumed. You still couldn’t believe this was the theme for the day. Sure it seemed to be extremely popular considering all the chatter going on around you in the crazy long line. It had to be the longest line you’d been in for the entirety of your life. Normally you were able to pay people to stand in lines like this so that you didn’t have to. Considering that it was an easy job for someone to earn a wage, you never felt bad for how long anyone stood in line for you. Point being you didn’t want to stand in line.

Unfortunately it was pushing the boundaries to walk around in a gown such as the one you had on, even for you. You’d gotten caught up in the fantastical whirlwind that the club managed to create. Your clothes had been left in the dressing room which is why it took you a minute to realize that your purse and phone had been left in there as well. You were definitely not leaving without them. Plus you weren’t willing to risk Honey’s reaction if you disappeared from the event. He seemed so earnest about everything just like a child that it was hard to imagine putting a dampener on his spirits.

“You’re going to see honey, right?” Haruhi questioned with a kind smile.

You started to nod but then you stopped. Your lips drew together in an unflattering way for a moment as you made a decision.

“Not today.”

Haruhi looked surprised. “Oh. Well who did you want to visit?”

“Kyoya,” you told the host with a firm resolution.

It might be hard to imagine his expression but it had to be done. Your grandparents now knew of the game that Honey had wanted to play with you. They had asked you to put an end to that in the face of your upcoming betrothal. Until you were out of the country you needed to follow what they said. You might have been the only heir but you didn’t want to risk them putting the family business into any sort of trust. Nor did you want them to adopt an adult heir to carry on the name as you had heard could be done.

“I see. Well that means that you’ll need to stand right behind her. It should only be a few minutes. Is that alright?”

You nodded as you twisted your hands nervously. You had only ever visited Honey and Mori when you went to the Host Club. You didn’t know what to expect from Kyoya. What you didn’t realize was that you should be more worried about Honey’s behavior.
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