Hana-chan!

Chigusa tried to look up at the bun at the top of her head. She patted at it as Haruhi complimented her choice in hairstyle. “Oh this? It’s just something easy ya know? Works even when you’re having a bad hair day.” She smiled and shrugged. She appreciated the compliment even if it was Haruhi’s job to tell her sweet nothings. “Oh and no thank you to the tea. I’m not a huge fan.” She rested her head in her hands and looked Haruhi over. Something was…off but she wasn’t sure what. “Sooo…you like being a host? I couldn’t imagine having all these girls all over you all the time. That would annoy me so much!” Chigusa sighed. “They’re so dumb.” She chuckled before going silent letting Haruhi speak. She had a bad habit of that, talking too much and not giving the other person a chance to speak.

Chigusa’s hand fell to the table. Probably a little harder than it should have, making a noise louder than she should have. She rolled her eyes then began to speak. “Oh of COURSE. DADDY said so and whatever DADDY says, goes because poor little Kyoya can’t have a life of his own. That’s what it is, isn’t it? That’s what it’s ALWAYS been. I’m just not good enough for you. So why? Why did you bother? Why did you string me along for all that time when you knew as soon as your father caught wind, you were going to up and leave? Why put me through all that?” She didn’t understand. She would NEVER understand his lack of motivation to live a life of his own. If he kept this up, he was going to end up married to mail order bride his father picked and he’d never be happy all for some stupid company he could run just fine regardless of who he was with. He was right though. This was her decision. What happened from here on out was up to her. It didn’t take much time for her to decide what she wanted, she knew the second she heard his voice what she wanted. Chigusa took a deep breathe before finally spilling. “Kyoya…” She tried to speak in a calmer tone. “I want to be with you of course. You know I love you more than anything but I…can’t keep playing this game with you. If you leave me…again, I want it to be of YOUR accord. I don’t want to be with a puppet. I don’t want someone making all your decisions for you. I don’t want this to constantly happen. I can’t and I won’t put myself through it again. So, if you can promise me that there will be no more interference like this; that you will choose things that YOU want rather than “what’s best for the family,” then I still want to be with you…I want to try again.“

Chigusa tried to look up at the bun at the top of her head. She patted at it as Haruhi complimented her choice in hairstyle. "Oh this? It's just something easy ya know? Works even when you're having a bad hair day." She smiled and shrugged. She appreciated the compliment even if it was Haruhi's job to tell her sweet nothings. "Oh and no thank you to the tea. I'm not a huge fan." She rested her head in her hands and looked Haruhi over. Something was...off but she wasn't sure what. "Sooo...you like being a host? I couldn't imagine having all these girls all over you all the time. That would annoy me so much!" Chigusa sighed. "They're so dumb." She chuckled before going silent letting Haruhi speak. She had a bad habit of that, talking too much and not giving the other person a chance to speak.

Chigusa wasn’t sure why everyone was staring…did they know? Did he talk about her to ALL of them? She made a quick sigh and ignored Tamaki and took Kyoya’s hand, following him to the table. She watched as he shooed the other girls away. Part of her wanted to stick her tongue out at them. How stupid could these girls be? Don’t they know they mean nothing? Lost in thought, she almost didn’t notice he pulled her chair out. She quickly sat so it didn’t look like she was completely not paying attention. She stared at him from across the table as he offered her tea. Chigusa leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms again. “No I don’t want tea. I want to talk. I want answers, Kyoya.” She huffed. “Why didn’t you keep in better touch? What even are we now? The very LEAST you could’ve done was give some kind of closure if you didn’t want to be with me anymore.” Her words were just falling out. Everything she never got to say before, she finally could get out. She didn’t mean to be as aggressive as she was but it was like she couldn’t control it. Plus…he kind of deserved it. She was heartbroken and hurt all over again. She loved him more than anything and he just screwed her over in the end.

Chigusa's hand fell to the table. Probably a little harder than it should have, making a noise louder than she should have. She rolled her eyes then began to speak. "Oh of COURSE. DADDY said so and whatever DADDY says, goes because poor little Kyoya can't have a life of his own. That's what it is, isn't it? That's what it's ALWAYS been. I'm just not good enough for you. So why? Why did you bother? Why did you string me along for all that time when you knew as soon as your father caught wind, you were going to up and leave? Why put me through all that?" She didn't understand. She would NEVER understand his lack of motivation to live a life of his own. If he kept this up, he was going to end up married to mail order bride his father picked and he'd never be happy all for some stupid company he could run just fine regardless of who he was with. He was right though. This was her decision. What happened from here on out was up to her. It didn't take much time for her to decide what she wanted, she knew the second she heard his voice what she wanted. Chigusa took a deep breathe before finally spilling. "Kyoya..." She tried to speak in a calmer tone. "I want to be with you of course. You know I love you more than anything but I...can't keep playing this game with you. If you leave me...again, I want it to be of YOUR accord. I don't want to be with a puppet. I don't want someone making all your decisions for you. I don't want this to constantly happen. I can't and I won't put myself through it again. So, if you can promise me that there will be no more interference like this; that you will choose things that YOU want rather than "what's best for the family," then I still want to be with you...I want to try again."

There was a shift in his demeanor. She couldn’t tell exactly what but something changed. Chigusa felt an overflow of emotions. She wanted to burst into tears and hug him; to fall back into him but she couldn’t. They were in public and at the host club no less. She always hated it here. She stiffened up and held her head high. Had to fake it to make it, right? “I’m here because I…want a host.” She looked around. “You…to be exact.” She looked back up at him with a stern look. He was trapped now. He couldn’t avoid her anymore. He had to answer all her questions. She crossed her arms hesitantly. “So…you gunna show me to a table?”

Chigusa wasn't sure why everyone was staring...did they know? Did he talk about her to ALL of them? She made a quick sigh and ignored Tamaki and took Kyoya's hand, following him to the table. She watched as he shooed the other girls away. Part of her wanted to stick her tongue out at them. How stupid could these girls be? Don't they know they mean nothing? Lost in thought, she almost didn't notice he pulled her chair out. She quickly sat so it didn't look like she was completely not paying attention. She stared at him from across the table as he offered her tea. Chigusa leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms again. "No I don't want tea. I want to talk. I want answers, Kyoya." She huffed. "Why didn't you keep in better touch? What even are we now? The very LEAST you could've done was give some kind of closure if you didn't want to be with me anymore." Her words were just falling out. Everything she never got to say before, she finally could get out. She didn't mean to be as aggressive as she was but it was like she couldn't control it. Plus...he kind of deserved it. She was heartbroken and hurt all over again. She loved him more than anything and he just screwed her over in the end.

Chigusa had barely pushed the door open when she heard his voice. She didn’t even have to look up to know exactly who it was too. How does this keep happening? This is the second time she’s accidently stumbled into a host club. You’d think by now she’d know to steer clear of them but maybe it was destiny…or fate that had her run into him…again. Chigusa walked in from the door way, letting it close softly behind her. She looked up and gently spoke. “Kyoya?” She wasn’t sure how she felt about seeing him yet. Part of her was mad because they’d been through so much together but that seemed like years ago when in reality it was not even 6 months ago. He left because of his family which was inevitable. Chigusa wasn’t sure why she thought even for a second that she’d be what kept him there. He said he’d keep in touch but it became obvious that he meant that loosely because she rarely heard from him. She stopped caring or expecting anything at all fairly quickly. She hadn’t dated anyone since nor had she thought about it because she wasn’t even sure they were broken up or what they were at this point. On the other hand, she felt her insides do that thing that only he made her feel. Like her heart was in her throat but floating at the same time. Like she had butterflies but she was going to throw them up. She studied his face. Nothing had changed. He still had the face that somehow looked gentle and stern at the same time. Still just as handsome. Still the same look that attracted her to him in the first place. Chigusa held her breath. She didn’t know what he was going to do or say so she just waited.

There was a shift in his demeanor. She couldn't tell exactly what but something changed. Chigusa felt an overflow of emotions. She wanted to burst into tears and hug him; to fall back into him but she couldn't. They were in public and at the host club no less. She always hated it here. She stiffened up and held her head high. Had to fake it to make it, right? "I'm here because I...want a host." She looked around. "You...to be exact." She looked back up at him with a stern look. He was trapped now. He couldn't avoid her anymore. He had to answer all her questions. She crossed her arms hesitantly. "So...you gunna show me to a table?"

Chigusa had barely pushed the door open when she heard his voice. She didn’t even have to look up to know exactly who it was too. How does this keep happening? This is the second time she’s accidently stumbled into a host club. You’d think by now she’d know to steer clear of them but maybe it was destiny…or fate that had her run into him…again. Chigusa walked in from the door way, letting it close softly behind her. She looked up and gently spoke. “Kyoya?” She wasn’t sure how she felt about seeing him yet. Part of her was mad because they’d been through so much together but that seemed like years ago when in reality it was not even 6 months ago. He left because of his family which was inevitable. Chigusa wasn’t sure why she thought even for a second that she’d be what kept him there. He said he’d keep in touch but it became obvious that he meant that loosely because she rarely heard from him. She stopped caring or expecting anything at all fairly quickly. She hadn’t dated anyone since nor had she thought about it because she wasn’t even sure they were broken up or what they were at this point. On the other hand, she felt her insides do that thing that only he made her feel. Like her heart was in her throat but floating at the same time. Like she had butterflies but she was going to throw them up. She studied his face. Nothing had changed. He still had the face that somehow looked gentle and stern at the same time. Still just as handsome. Still the same look that attracted her to him in the first place. Chigusa held her breath. She didn’t know what he was going to do or say so she just waited.