Hisoka Fujimori's Story

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To say Hisoka despised Valentines Day was an understatement. To her it was nothing more then a dumb holiday for those in a relationship to flaunt about it and for those not to feel bad about themselves.

And no she was not bitter thank you very much.

Besides it meant girls would be all over her trying to get a Host as an date.

But if you're taken no one would ask you....And you know very well who'd go with you if you asked her. Just turn and look at her you big idiot, she's speaking to you.

And true enough her inner voice was right. Hisoka turned suddenly and ended up face to face with Madoka, only about three inches from the others face.

'W-what?' Choking down her confusion Hisoka leaned back and faced towards the down again. 'Uh...yeah. Prince will make me and fighting him won't be worth it.' She sighed and placed the back of her hand onto her forehead.

'You'd better be careful Doka-chan. Girls will swarm here soon to try and get a Host to ask them. If they see you near an unclaimed one they'll tear you apart.' Realizing that Madoka could in fact be a target against jelous girls she turned again to face her.

This time they were a good foot apart.

'If any girls give you trouble tell me Doka-chan. Or even the Prince. Much of an ass he is he doesn't allow girls fighting over Hosts.' Her head tilted and she placed a hesitant hand on Madoka's shoulder. 'Promise me.'

I don't want you hurt.

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Hisoka allowed her hand to be taken and her face softened at Madoka's smile. 'Thank you Doka-chan.' And for a moment they seemed to be alone, lost in the idea they would both help eachother. Hisoka would of been happy to stay like that all day.

But things never do work out, do they?

'Eeekkkk!!!'

'Oh my gosh how cute!'

Shrieking along with bright flashes of light brought Hisoka from her gaze and hand retreating from Madoka's face she whipped to face the disturbance. A group of girls who just so happened to be visiting the club stood clustered together behind the couch opposite. One held a camera and the other two were clasping hands, practically melting from the sight of Hisoka and Madoka.

'You two are so cute Hisoka-kun! You are going to the dance together, right?'

Before Hisoka could answer the camera girl placed a hand on her friends shoulder and shook her head. 'Of course they are! Look at them! I bet they're in love!' And then the girls, along with a few new onlookers gazed at them.

Hisoka's face flushed full red. Love?! W-why would they say that? Heart beating a mile a minute Hisoka stood, sent Madoka an apologetic look, and rushed out of the room in a very unHisoka way.

Pushing the door open to escape Hisoka barreled into someone who was stood outside the Host Club. Not bothering to see what happened to him she continued running down the hall and entered an empty classroom.

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By the time Hisoka had slid to the ground she realized her mistake. Why did she run? The girls did stuff like that all the time, wanting the Host's lives to be their own personal soap opera. She was used to it by now.

But she had never had another person with her before. One who stuck by her despite knowing her secret and didn't even ask about it.

And Hisoka knew that Madoka was frowned upon for being near her. The one who replaced Eri, along with a few others seemed to assume Madoka was just as bad as her.

No! Hisoka wanted to shout. Madoka was not her. Madoka was kind, and funny. The kind of person people should trip over to get to.

In the back of her mind she thought herself selfish. Madoka deserved someone else yet still she stayed my Hisoka's side. True people had tried to get close to her but Hisoka always pushed them away. She had tried to do the same to Madoka at first but the words of I don't want to be by you never came. Instead she found herself laughing, and enjoying her time with the blonde.

There was no doubting it anymore. Madoka had wormed her way into Hisoka's heart. Just what her place was, she still didn't know.

Hisoka sat for a good ten minutes before getting up. Madoka was no doubt still in the Hosting room. Maybe (hopefully) waiting for her.

Not wanting to leave her to the customers Hisoka half walked half jogged back to the room. She opened the doors quietly and shuffled towards the couch. The girls had left and everyone seemed to be avoiding or just not seeing the crying girl.

Hisoka's heart twisted at her sobs and steeling her face she sat and rapped an arm around Madoka and pulled her into her side.

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The boy could talk.

He blabbered on and on and truthfully Aki wasn't paying attention to him. Only the use of her name snapped Aki from her fruitless daydreaming.

'What Seiji-kun? What do I wanna talk about?' Aki had a small smirk on her face now but she did well to disguise it into a more friendly look rather then the satisfaction she was feeling.

'Oh Seiji-kun!!' She began, placing a hand to her heart. 'You're such a gentleman! But I wanna talk about you Seiji-kun. You're family or hobbies. Anything.'

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Hisoka tighten her grip ever so slightly on Madoka while she spoke. Her Doka-chan was so upset and Hisoka was the cause of it.

'You....you're right. This relationship isn't real.....' Hisoka sighed and slipped her arm away from Madoka. Her heart was thundering and it took all her strength to turn towards Madoka and not break at her tears.

'But....it doesn't have to be. I like you Madoka. You are the only one who has been able to break through to me.' A new strength in her Hisoka took Madoka's hand. 'I was selfish in making you do this. I know how you feel about me yet I asked you to act as if it was real. I am....so sorry.'

A grin crept onto Hisoka's lips. 'Madoka Hanikamiya I would greatly appreciate if you would do me the honor of attending the dance with me.' In a quieter voice she leaned forward and spoke into Madoka's ear. 'And then we can see if this can be real.'

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Feeling a major weight lift from her shoulders Hisoka sighed and leaned back against the couch. Before she had thought this a bad idea. Madoka might not of wanted to do this yet, or maybe she didn't want to go to the dance. But if Hisoka was forced to go to some strange love dance she was glad Doka-chan would be there with her.

With Doka-chan's hand firmly in hers Hisoka let her eyes wonder, not needing to speak at the moment. The boy she had run into before caught her eye.

Hmm? Yukanan wants to join? I thought he hated the Host club. Was that what he was trying to do when I ran him over?

Now that she thought back on it Hisoka realized that it was quite rude of her to crash into someone without giving an apology. But to her credit she was on the verge of a panic attack.

Hisoka gazed now to Madoka. She wouldn't like me being rude. And if I plan on apologizing to Yonkoma I guess I better do it to him as well.

Heaving a large sigh she gripped Madoka's hand tight. 'I'll be back in a second.' And with one last smile Hisoka was strolling across the room to the (maybe) newest member of the Host Club.

'Hey. Yukanan.' Eyeing him she offered Erai a hand. 'I wanted to....apologize for before. You know, when I ran into you.

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Well here she was. Hisoka. Her. She was actually present at a dance. And was she....

No...

Hisoka was most definitely not nervous and she did not pick uncomfortably at her suit. Anyone who would think otherwise is obviously wrong. (Looking at you Walker)

Yes, Hisoka was calm, cool and collected. She strode down the hall with an air of confidence. Nothing would make her think otherwise. She did after all have a reputation to uphold.

Head held high she turned the corner that lead to the Host room...

And froze.

Madoka. She stood outside the Host Club in a dress that Hisoka was sure was made from pure silk. How else could someone look so right in a piece of clothing. Any one should be lucky to even gaze at her in Hisoka's mind. No one was good enough to gaze at her. Yet she knew Doka-chan was waiting for her. Your date Jun. Date. You are dating her.

With a slight sigh Hisoka took the last shaky steps to Madoka and tapped lightly on her delicate shoulder.

'D-Doka-chan....You...uh...' She blinked. (Her voice was not cracking thank you very much Walker)

Shaking her head Hisoka tried again. 'You look... amazing Doka-chan. I'm afraid you'll get stolen away from me.'

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Hisoka felt as if her palms were sweating away all the liquid in her body. It had been years since she had ever felt this nervous. She just had to hope that she didn't end up tripping or something embarrassing like that.

'Um...I've never actually had a date to a dance before Doka-chan. I don't really know what to do now.' Smiling apologetically Hisoka nodded her head towards her date. 'We could dance I guess. Or just sit and talk. I'll even mingle with other couples if that's what you want.'

Yes. Poor Hisoka had been to dances before but always at the request of her father and she was never allowed to dance. Hisoka wasn't even sure she knew how to dance. Should Madoka chose that she could just have to shuffle her feet and hope for the best.

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Hideki was only half-listening to Nemui, which he felt kind of bad about but he couldn't help it. His brain was rattling with thoughts. "Even if I were to have the courage to ask Walker to dance, he has a date, and I wouldn't want to steal him from her.. That's if he even agreed to a dance with me, which I doubt he would." Hideki scanned the room some more and saw that Seiji was sitting with Erai. That's unusual.. Hideki thought to himself. "I'm sorry, Nemui, but would you please excuse me?" Except before she could answer, Hideki was already making his way casually over to Seiji and Erai.

As he approached them, he saw that Seiji was eating some cake. He watched Seiji get a forkful, and kneeling down beside him, Hideki gingerly grasped his hand and stuffed the bite of cake into his own mouth, smiling at Seiji. "Oh my. I-I'm so sorry, Senpai.. Your cake just magically made it's way into my face.." he said once he'd swallowed the cake. He smiled genuinely at Seiji and let go of his hand. He pulled a chair over to where the two were sitting and grabbed a cup of tea before joining them. "I apologize if I've interrupted your chat.." Hideki said, blushing slightly and turning his head away before looking back at Seiji and winking.

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"Um...I've never actually had a date to a dance before Doka-chan. I don't really know what to do now. We could dance I guess. Or just sit and talk. I'll even mingle with other couples if that's what you want," Hisoka said. Madoka smiled, genuinely appreciating the effort that Hisoka was putting forth.

Madoka just began to kind of sway in a "dance-like" way, though admittedly Madoka didn't know how to dance. She just closed her eyes and smiled at Hisoka, having the time of her life regardless of how embarrassingly she was dancing. "I don't want to embarrass you, Hisoka-kun~ I don't really know how to dance, but this is fun anyway. I'm glad you're here with me~"

(My dancing isn't that embarrassing is it?!? Etto..) (No, no, Madoka.. It's..it's fine.... *sweat drop*)

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"Did you ask anyone to the dance Erai-san? I came alone, because I don't understand how someone just plucks a random girl from the crowd.. I wouldn't be satisfied with that.. Who would?" "And why is it seemingly necessary to pluck a girl from the crowd on top of it. We should be allowed to bring whomever we wish.." At his own statement, Erai realized he probably shouldn't have said that aloud and especially not to someone he barely knew. Ugh.. He probably thinks I'm a creep.

Just then Erai noticed Hideki had come up to them and took Seiji's bite of cake. Erai gave him a slightly taken aback look. "Oh my. I-I'm so sorry, Senpai.. Your cake just magically made it's way into my face.. I apologize if I've interrupted your chat.." What the....?? Erai really didn't understand some of the Host Club Members. Not one bit.

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Hisoka grinned at Madoka as she began to dance. It was adorable. Way too adorable for anyone to see.

An idea formed in Hisoka's head and she grabbed Madoka by the hands. Carefully she placed Doka-chan's hands on her shoulders and wrapped her own around Madoka's waist. 'I've seen enough boring old people do this. I think we can do a slow dance.'