“Aye~-Chan~!” Tamaki yelled in a sing-song voice coming through the door of the kitchen in the host club where I was.
“Konichiwa, Tamaki-san.” I said and bowed upon greeting him.
“Aye-chan, may I make a special request of you?” He asked and handed me a red rose.
“If it involves baking, of course.” I told him, “Anything else I’ll need to hear first.”
He laughed lightly, “You’ve always been so funny, Aye-chan.” He said, “Mori’s birthday is coming up and we want to have a party for him here at the club. I was hoping you’d make a special cake for him.”
I smiled, “Of course, Tamaki-san.” I told him, “But I need one thing from you frist.”
“Anything, Aye-chan just name it!” He said.
“Would you mind finding out what his favorite kind of cake is for me?” I asked, “I figured since it was his birthday it should be his favorite instead of my regular vanilla or chocolate.”
“Of course, Aye-chan.” He told me, “I’ll let you know as soon as I know.”
I nodded and smiled as he left bolting to the club room. It was funny because it was joined, my kitchen was part of the host club.
Rezuko Aye, that’s me. Gomena for not introducing myself earlier, demo I’m sure you know Tamaki-san. he takes the attention easily.
I’m a third year here at Ouran, demo I’m supposed to only be a first year with my bast friend Haruhi. But I was put up a few years.
Anyways, I got dragged into this day after school started and Tamaki tasted my cooking, saying that he needed me to cook for the host club, and he’d pay me for it.
Kyoya-san really did love having me around. According to him I can make a dollar stretch farther than he could, and it saved him a bundle with buying sweet treats for Honney.
Honney loved me merely because I baked. Meaning Takashi-san had no problem with me either.
The twins were iffy at the beginning, demo, they found out I can have a lot of fun as well.
I live with my aunt because I was abused so vigorously by my father. My mother walked out on us when I was young and I never remembered her. My aunt works here at the cafeteria.
I don’t wear the uniform either, like Haru-hime(My nick name for Haruhi since we became friends) until Tamaki-san made her a host.
Instead I wear a white button up blouse without sleeves, a black, pleated, mini skirt, a thick black belt around my slim waist, thigh high black socks that end inches before they meet my skirt, and palmless, fingerless black gloves that go all the way up my arms only leaving my shoulders exposed.
A lot of girls don’t like the way I dress. But I do this for a reason. See, I can’t dress as girly as other girls can. I’d like to, but I can’t really. My dad abused me so much as a little girl that most of the bruises have become permanent. I have stitches and scars webbing along my body.
The only people who have seen this are my aunt, Haru-hime, my father, and of course the club. I told them and they made sure that they were the only ones with access to me while I was showing any of them at school.
I set out to work on the next batch of cookies. We were running low on the peanut butter ones, I assumes Takashi-san, he wasn’t a big one for cakes like Honney, demo, he loved my cookies more than anyone.
“Bad news, Aye-chan.” Tamaki-san said coming in day before the party, “Mori-sempi won’t tell me or anyone else what kind of cake he likes.”
I nearly face fell, if not for the banana bread I was holding.
“So I need to go from guessing?” I asked.
He gave an apologetic smile.
I sighed in return.
What kind of cake would Takashi like? I asked myself.
“Aye?” The person in question came in with an empty tray, “Out of cookies.”
“Oh, uh, Hia.” I said and grabbed a fresh batch.
“Nay, uh, Takashi-san?” I asked, “There’s been something that’s been bothering me for a while, would you help out?”
He nodded but said nothing.
“Tamaki-san, Karu-san, Hikaru-san, and myself are having a little contest between the four of us,” I informed while placing them on the tray, “We’re trying to figure out who likes what kind of cake best and why. I have Honney’s, Haru-hime’s, and Kyoya-san’s. Demo, I don’t have your. Would please inform me?”
I could almost see a smile.
“I thought you figured it out by now, Aye.” He told me, “I don’t like cake, I prefer cookies.”
“What kind?” I asked him hopefully.
“Any kind that you can make.” He said and without another word he picked up the tray and left.
Any cookie I can make? I thought to myself as a smile pulled at my lips.
“Happy Birthday, Mori-sempi!!” Tamaki, the twins, and Honney shouted.
“Aye-chan, would you be a dear and bring out the cake?” Tamaki asked me.
I smiled and wheeled out a large cart with a silver cover over top.
“I hope you like it, Takashi-san.” I said and pulled the cover off to reveal, not a cake, not cupcakes, but a giant mountain of cookies.
Takashi’s eyes went wide.
“All the cookie resipies I know.” I told him, “I know you prefer them to cake.”
Strong arms going around my waist and pulling me to a hard chest, “Arigoto, Aye.”
“It’s your birthday, Takashi, enjoy them.” I told him.
Tamaki picked one up.
“Nay, Aye-chan?” He asked.
Me and Takashi pulled away.
“Did you really put this on all the cookies?” he asked showing in blue frosting ‘Happy Birthday Takashi’.
I nodded, “It took a while, but it’s worth it.”
“No cake?” Honney whined.
I giggled, “You know me, Honney.” I told him, “I have plenty in the kitchen if you want some.”
“Cake!” He yelled dragging Haru-hime with him.
The twins followed closely behind wanting some too, Tamaki was not one to be left out, and Kyoya wanted to make sure they didn’t eat through the next few months of food.
“Arigoto, Aye.” Takashi said yat again.
“You don’t have to keep thanking me.” I told him, “You know I love to bake.”
“You know, Aye, there’s one thing hat would make this day even better.” He told me.
“What’s that?” I asked.
The only answer I reserved was him pulling me back into him by the waist meeting a string chest and having him press his lips to mine.
A small amount of contact, sent goosebumps through my entire body. He held me in such a way that I’ll never be able to describe.
It was the best day ever, because after we kissed, He sat me in his lap and we fed each other cookies.
The farthest thing from a crummy day if you ask me.