Ultimate Multi-Fangirl's Realm

Pairings: Kyouya-OC.

I suggest you read my other OHC ff first. 

Disclaimer: Some are mine, some other are not...yet...

CRASH!!!

The sound of something crashed on to the floor startled all the host club members.

It was a quiet afternoon, not long after that day's shift ended. The hosts are busied themselves, getting prepared to head home.

“A-Ara! Gomennasai!” Haruhi frantically tried to gather the pieces of a broken rusty cellphone.

“Are...” Hikaru's eyes widened, “isn't that crappy thing is Saccchan's cell?”

“Ne~” Kaoru leaned in to his twin, “Haruhi, you are so clumsy. Where is Sacchan anyway?”

“Ah, I think Sacchan is gone with Tama-chan. Does the cellphone okay? Can it be fixed?” asked Honey.

“I-I don’t know...”

Kyouya, whose eying all the incident from afar started forming a plan in his brain. That irritating girl won't have enough money to buy a new one. If Kyouya mercifully get her a brand new one, she couldn’t act all mighty superior over Kyouya ever again. He can finally took control over that infuriating girl. Yes... it sounds like a good plan.

Said girl walked inside the room followed by the King. They still laughed and chatted in french when realized the somewhat cool aura in the third music room.

“Ah? Did something happen?” asked Tamaki.

Haruhi stepped forward and crouched in front of Asaya. “G-Gomenansai, Asaya-chan. I-I dropped your cellphone...”

Slowly, very slowly, the smile graced on her lips faded. She paced to the broken cellphone of her and gently shoved all its broken parts to her arms.

“G-Gomena...”

“Daijoubu.” cut Asaya flatly. Her face remained calm but somehow unnerving.

“I-I'll take care of it...”

“No need to, Haruhi.” said Kyouya and turned to face Asaya. “Well, since you are now part of the Host club, we can provide you with mundane things such as cellphone. You may throw away that scrawny th...”

Kyouya didn’t have the chance to finish his story since Asaya's palm landed firmly on his cheek. And without a second glance she turned away and walked out of the room.

For a few moments no one moved. Kyouya clenched his fists, he could feel his cheek stung horribly. How can a small delicate hand of Asaya could slap that hard he can only wonder.

Finally, Honey approached Kyouya and tugged his sleeve gently, “Kyou-chan... daijoubu...?”

“Hng.” That's all Kyouya responded.

Tamaki sighed, “Hikaru, Kaoru, take Asaya's belongings and escort her home. Mori-senpai, get some bandages from the infirmary. Haruhi, find some ice and cloth. Honey-senpai...”

“I'll eat cakes in silence.” nodded Honey understandingly and walked away.

“Thank you.” smiled Tamaki and sat down beside Kyouya, “Well I know you tend to be stupid and big mouthed around Asaya but that was really off.”

“You think I'm off? She. Slapped. Me.” hissed Kyouya furiously.

“And she has every right to.” said Tamaki calmly. “Really, Kyouya, if you just offer her a new cellphone she'll just declined politely and walked away, and later she'll probably even thank you. But, no, you have to insult her phone. Of course she went ballistic. That cellphone is important for her.”

“Why would I know?” snapped Kyouya. “Besides that phone is scrawny.”

“I thought you might figured it out already judging from your frequent watching her. Besides, I never rubbed it in your face the fact that you are sometimes so idiotic either.”

Kyouya just pursed his lips tighter. “I don’t...”

“Senpai, here is the ice and the cloth”

“Ah, thank you Haruhi.” Tamaki wrapped the cloth around the ice and shoved it to Kyouya. “Take care of yourself.”

Kyouya pressed the ice to his cheek. It's soothing enough for his cheek, but not for his pride.

“Ano, Kyouya-senpai...?” Haruhi raised her voice. “I'm just wondering... do you have a sentiment for Asaya or something? Maybe there was some misunderstanding? Because you act really... impulsive towards her...”

Good thing for Haruhi that Tamaki's cellphone rang before Kyouya could spat anything.

Tamaki flipped open his cellphone instantly, “Yes, Hikaru?”

“T-Tonoo... she l-left us at the g-gate. S-she took over her belongings and w-walk away.”

“I told you to escort her home didn’t I?!”

“B-but she was really... frightening...” Tamaki could almost feel the shiver across the phone.

Tamaki glad he didn’t need to see the scene.

“Fine, you two come back here as fast as you can.” said Tamaki and turned to face his best friend, “You are officially in a big trouble.”

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“Ootori-san.”

Kyouya turned his head to see Asaya, her face calm and collected. No single trace of smile that usually curled on her lips. “Asaya-san.”

Said girl crouched formally before Kyouya and stood straight again. “I apologize for my behavior yesterday. However upset I am, I should never took it all on you.”

“So you come to say you're sorry?”

“No, I'm not. If I say I am sorry I'd be lying. I am here only to apologize. It is not your fault that you’re an insensitive sharp-mouthed bastard. I should've just ignore what you said.” said Asaya calmly. “Good morning, Ootori-san. See you at the club.”

Kyouya watched as Asaya retreated to her own class in disbelieve. Slowly a small smile, almost unnoticed, curled on his lips. Really, that girl is very infuriating. Kyouya has to admit that Asaya had succeeded making him surprised, and amazed, which is a very rare occasion.

Kyouya shook his head slowly and flipped open his cellphone, making a call to repay Asaya's surprise this morning.

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Asaya sighed again, looking at parts of her (once) cellphone. She never saw herself a brilliant mechanic, but she is good. Unfortunately, the mess on her table is beyond her capability.

She bit her lips and try to hold her tears. It's been years since that person gave the cellphone to her. She had always took a very good care of it... until yesterday.

Tamaki asked her to come with him to serve a commoner coffee for the French ambassador who visited Ouran. Since she didn’t think it would take long, she put her cellphone carefully on one of the table. She didn’t want to take a risk bringing it with her since Ouran uniform doesn’t have any pocket.

It was only a few moments she left it there. And when she came back, it is ruined.

At first she wanted to scream at them all. At Tamaki for taking her to the French ambassador, at Haruhi for dropping her cellphone, at all of them for letting her cellphone fell. But she took hold of herself and kept calm. At least until that Ootori guy being such an arse. Again.

She shouldn’t be so surprised.

“Asaya-chan, aren’t you going to have lunch?”

Asaya looked up and smiled to Haruhi, “I bring my sandwiches, Haruhi-kun. No need to worry.”

“If you say so...” Haruhi looked unsure, “I'll be eating my bento at the cafetaria.”

“Okay. Have a nice lunch, Haruhi-kun.”

Asaya sighed and turned to face her predicament. “What will I do with you, tiny scraps of counterparts?”

“Excuse me?”

“Eh, yes?” Asaya turned her head to see a man with company uniform, bringing a big case.

“Are you Miss Asaya Starke?”

“That's correct, but who are you?”

“My name is Suichirou Tanaka. I am here as a representative of Kono company. I am requested to fix one of our product owned by Miss Asaya Starke.”

Asaya tried to proceed this encounter, “Could it be that Ootori Kyouya is the one who requested you?”

“That is correct, Miss.”

Asaya opened her mouth, ready to decline, but then she reviewed the whole thing over again. Perhaps it's not a bad thing to let this Ootori's servant take care of her celphone. She does want to get it fixed. But then again, it's Ootori Kyouya we're talking about here. The one who has numbers of tricks up his sleeve.

“Young master Ootori have mentioned that the cellphone is a very important thing for you, so I can take care of it in here while you're watching. I can also show you a few tips and tricks to keep it in its best performance.”

Okay, this is certainly an out of character generosity from the Ootori. Asaya thought for a moment. Well, if the Ootori sees something valuable from Asaya and decided to play nice, she can get along. But she'll make sure to have a private little talk with the guy.

“I'll be grateful. Please do.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Kyouya nodded knowingly to a certain green-eyed girl before him, “Asaya-san.”

“Ootori-san.” she crouched, “thank you for sending Suichirou-san. My cellphone is working properly by now.”

“You are welcome.”

The girl looked a little impatient, “So, I assume there is price for that?”

Inside, Kyouya smiled bemusedly at the straightness. This girl is brave, and sharp. “It is more of an apology of my behavior. I didn’t think it would offend you.”

Asaya narrowed her eyes, “I don’t know you do apology.”

Kyouya's smile appeared on his face, “Well, I don’t usually do, but I know when to have an appropriate one.”

Asaya's eyes still narrowed, as if unsure whether it is possible or not. But finally a hesitant smile shaped on her mouth, “Yeah, thanks then. The cellphone... it was a gift from an important person to me...”

“Oh I see now. Would you mind sending that person my regards and apology?”

Asaya's smile fell, “Don't think I can. I don’t know where he is now.” Whether he is alive or not... “That's why I need to keep a close eye on that phone. I don’t know when he'll call me...”

Kyouya blinked, a bit taken by the sudden open thoughts from Asaya.

“Ah, forgive my ramblings. Well, thanks again for the service, Kyouya-senpai.”

“Wait, Asaya.” Kyouya threw her a box, she caught it with both hands, “You can always redirect phone calls. Keep your old cellphone somewhere safe. And don’t worry, I wouldn’t leaked.”

Asaya smiled at his words but frowned at the box. “What is this?”

“Penny for your thoughts. I think you deserve it.”

Asaya's eyes widened a bit when observing the cellphone box, “Wow it's sure lots of pennies. Are you sure you’re not running a fever or something, Kyouya-senpai? This is certainly an extreme out of character generosity from you.”

“Well, let's just say that I've figured out more merits being at your good side than your bad side.”

“You sure do. Though I can't think of one merit from it.” Asaya smiled, a real, full one this time. “Thanks a lot, senpai. I'll be sure to stay in your good side too.”

Kyouya smiled as he watched her walked away. Maybe she isn’t half as bad he thought she was.

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