Ouran High School is a well-known school in Japan, a school for the rich, the powerful and the intelligent. Though one fateful day Ouran's principal and administration agree to open up a new program-a baking program-with this new fact gives an insta...
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Saiki was back to enjoying his peaceful weekend, per every weekend (unless a nuisance thought about jumping into the two days a week where he doesn't have classes nor deal with anyone), but again, nothing good lasts forever. As Saiki happily opened his eyes, to no alarm, nor to the sounds of screaming, it was just as quickly ruined as memories from the night before set in...
Saiki has just oh-so graciously had given all of his cakes and pastries to Chika, who was currently enjoying them to his heart's content, and as much as Saiki disliked giving out his sweets (especially after baking so much, in such a short time, and finding out his food was actually stolen by a fellow club member), the teen knew giving it to Chika was a far better option.
Taking the not-so-crowded bus home, with his germanium ring on. (After saving a rather drunk boy named Yuki Yoshida--Yoshima? It didn't exactly matter, from getting hit by a train.) Saiki chose to enjoy the quiet bus, as he waited for his stop, but then someone sat next to him. He quickly felt annoyed by their presence. Having multiple open seats, why sit next to him?
Saiki didn't look up, even though the person next to him tried to get him to. He stared straight ahead, or on his phone, and until the end of the train ride, where Saiki looked to the man. He seemed strangely familiar. Not personally since he was too old and looking too much like a foreigner to be Japanese, but 'seen him around' sort of way.
Then choosing to go home from the ally to directly to his house, Saiki lagged directly into his room. Where everything seemed peaceful... suddenly everything seemed off. No matter what, all Fridays were the days his parents were scrambling around the house professing their love for each other until they go on their date...
'No,' but yes, slamming his bedroom door open, the sign of the door saying his name with a bold Georgia fond, with a volleyball in the background with headphone stickers and glasses* shook a little, and throwing himself down the stairs.
Yes, there he was. Sipping his Earl Tea on the low rise table, sitting across from his mother and father who were happily talking to the elder boy. Suddenly it hit Saiki, why the man on the train, even though he was a foreigner, looked familiar.
Saiki had seen him in his brother's lab, once or twice before, Kusuke attempted to murder Kusuo, on more than one occasion along with trying to smash Kaido and Nendo with a bike, and go (and wreck the already wrecked) mind or Toritsuka, leading him to try and kill Saiki as well.
"Kusuke," Kusuo greeted in an unfriendly manner, Kusuke looked to his right, not bothering to turn his head as he sipped the tea. Saiki was still in uniform, as Kusuke smiled and placed the teacup down.
"Little brother!" Kusuke cheered, as he stood up, trying to give his brother a hug, but was dodged in the end. Kusuke didn't seem bothered, more expecting that to happen. "I see you're putting the uniform I bought you into good use." he smiled, and Kumi gasped, happily.
