His Dancer

Chapter 2

 The bell rang as I closed my book, and Haruhi groaned for not being able to finish homework. I assembled my textbooks and gave Haruhi her bag as she picked up her books. We sprinted out of the library and towards the host club, weaving through the people to get there quicker. 

 "We won't hear the end of it if we show up late!" Haruhi gasped as I grasped her hand and directed her to the familiar abandoned hallway. I wanted to appreciate the majestic cherry blossoms outdoor and the spectacle, sadly I can't because I would get sought out by Kyoya's secret police division and presumably brought back to the Host Club. 

 Once we arrived down the corridor, I paused to catch my breath, grazing the stray hair from my face and opened the door to be greeted by an odd sensation of warmth. It wasn't a gentle nor too humid warmth, just in between, and it bothered me a bit more than my liking, but I can't complain. I let Haruhi go in first and closed the door behind me, seeing in front of us stood the Host Club, wearing tropical Balinese attire. Not only were the hosts looking tropical, but the whole room resembled as if we were in a tropical paradise.

 "You two finally made it," The twins spoke as a tucan rested itself on Haruhi's head. "You're so late."

 "Isn't it supposed to be the middle of December?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow at the state the hot club was in. 

 "According to my calendar, it is," Haruhi answered, pulling out her small calendar. 

"Huddling beneath a kotatsu table," Tamaki began, rising up from his chair with his fan in hand. "Dreading the cold is nonsense! And besides, our heating system is the greatest!"

"Do you have a problem with the way we run our Club, Haruhi," Kyoya questioned, writing on his clipboard. "Be careful what you say, you still owe us eight million yen, remember?"

 Haruhi murmured a little, reminiscing the dreadful bill, and I loosen my collar a bit, desiring to cool off a bit. Never was an enthusiast of the warm temperature or humidity of some places. 

 "Gentlemen don't bundle up in bulky clothing," Tamaki encouraged. "It may be brisk, early spring, out there in the real world, but here at our club, we want to surprise our chilly, little kittens with a tropical paradise." 

 I turned my attention to a familiar noise to see Mori running around with Honey-Senpai on his shoulders, heartily cheering. 

 "Oh, yes! We've transformed this place into Nirvana," Tamaki boasted as I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder. "A balmy, tropical island of eternal summer!"

 "That's funny cause I can feel a massive chill right now," Haruhi commented as I removed the excess weight off my shoulder and proceeded over towards the back with both school bags.  

 I went into the kitchen area and rinsed a rag in cold water, wrung it out before setting it on the back of my neck, feeling a soothing relief as I let out a sigh.

 "Are you alright, Ren?" I hear a gentle voice interfere with my thoughts and directed my attention to see Kyoya, standing there.

 "Yeah," I answered, turning off the faucet."Just never been a fan of warm places. It's alright."

 "Are you sure? I can turn down the air conditioner if required?" Kyoya offered.

 "No, it's alright," I assured, placing the rag over the faucet. "Besides, Nirvana should feel tropic and sunny."

 He agreed as I set Haruhi's and my bag in one of the dressing rooms then accompanied Kyoya out to the main room.

 "How are your dancing abilities?" Kyoya quizzed, writing in his notebook.