Furi Kur High School, Japan

Clara "Vanilla" Enchantress

Vanilla heard Silas mutter under his breath, suggesting Vanilla to go after her sister and cheer her up. "Give her comfort when only she is going to lash out on me like a beast just coming alive from being dormant....", she annoyed at the thought, folding her arms in a dispirited manner. But still, Coco needed someone to lean on in her time of need making Vanilla feel, secretly, guilty for not being there for her. Vanilla frowned harder and became more depressed, "The things you do for love knowing you'll never have it returned back...", she thought again, anger and depression gripping her in a vice-like grip. ""I'll go have Su-chan make your tea...", Silas spoke up quietly, giving Vanilla a sincere smile. Vanilla was too deep in thought to answer Silas as she was torn between the options of going to comfort her sister or just not care about her entirely....

All of a sudden, someone shouted Silas' name causing everybody in the host club to groan in discomfort at the high pitched voice. Vanilla snapped out of her depressing thoughts and looked around to see who screamed out Silas' name in a piercing, excruciating, manner, "BIG BROTHER!". Vanilla then spotted a young chipper boy, named Samuel Grace, who resembled in the face much like Silas', come up to him with a big smile. "I can't believe how tall you've gotten! I haven't seen you in years big brother! Have you still been fencing? Who's that? Is she your girlfriend? Who are they? Are they your friends? I thought you were at work? Do you work here at the school? What do you do?", the boy asked so many questions making everyone raise an eyebrow in confusion.

Vanilla blushed when Samuel mentioned her as Silas' girlfriend, "Oh my gosh...", she thought, trying her best to keep her composure as a lady. "If you shut up I can answer some of your questions!", Silas snapped at Samuel causing him and Vanilla to jump from being so startled. Vanilla noted to herself that she would try her best to not get on Silas' aggressive side. Vanilla then rose an arched eyebrow when Silas referred to her as "just a client", "She....Is a client of mine....", Vanilla started to feel some kind of way about it, making her rise from her seat, slightly nervous, "Yes....I'm just his client", she answered as well. Was she becoming angry over what Silas said? She hoped not because she wasn't the type to get frustrated at petty thoughts that conjured up in her mind without personal will.

Samuel then grinned yet again, cheerfulness lightening up his face, "You're a host? Like in one of those girly Manga books? Thats sooooooo cool! Can I be one?", he replied after he cut Silas off from him explaining the situation correctly. "I thought you were staying with mom...", Silas quipped, getting more annoyed by his little brother. "I missed you big brother, so she let me come stay here with you for a bit!", Samuel replied as Vanilla continued to watch the brothers speak with one another, amazement plastered on her face. Vanilla then turned to see, with surprise, that there were four men, one standing in front of the three, in front of the host club room. Vanilla then guessed the man in front of the others was Silas and Samuel's father. They looked slightly like their father but seemed to have more attributes of their mother.

Vanilla didn't know what to say nor wanted to speak up, fearing she would ruin the "family" moment so she walked away from the area until she walked out the back door of the host club room. Vanilla would converse and be charmed by Silas later. Right now, Vanilla had a family crisis to attend to; her sister Coco was in need of her help....

---

Coco and Vanilla

Vanilla: "Tell me what's wrong, soeur?"
Coco: "Leave moi alone!!!!"

Now out of the club room, Vanilla walked down the halls, trying her best to find her sister who was good at hiding herself. Vanilla knew Silas would be alright since he was busy entertaining his kin. "Why are you doing this to me, Coco?...I was this close to getting Silas to open up....", she thought, tired of her sister putting on a big drama show every time she couldn't have her way or when she was highly insulted by girls. Vanilla wondered why Coco was so sensitive around the same sex, getting highly offensive when a girl talks about her behind her back. Maybe she had rivalries who were female, mostly. Vanilla knew, on her side of the story, that Coco "hated" girls, feeling more comfortable around the guys. Coco was a tomboy, after all, and never could gel well with females.

Vanilla turned another corner of the spacious hallway, now walking down a flight of stairs. She then heard quiet sobbing coming from the bottom of the steps. Vanilla quickly made her way down the steps, immediately catching a full glimpse of Coco crunched up in a upright fetal position. "Coco...talk to me....", Vanilla quietly spoke up, trying to gingerly open her sister up to spilling her feelings out. But oh no....Coco wasn't the type to open up to anybody; that included her own family too. Coco rose her droopy head and piercingly stared at Vanilla, trying to suppress the urge to scream at Vanilla for invading her "private" space. "Please leave me alone, Vanilla....", the only sentence Coco could put out. Vanilla shook her head "no", standing her ground, "I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong".

Coco didn't feel like arguing with Vanilla, telling Vanilla that she could stay but she was going to leave. Coco stood up, with a little stagger, and began to walk away. Vanilla quickly grabbed Coco's arm, spinning her around, "Tell me!", she said out loud, keeping her hand on her arm. Vanilla didn't understand why Coco was being so upset and depressed when she got everything she wanted; from laps of luxuries to having parents that gave their full attention to her. Vanilla became even more pissed, angry that Coco was acting like a spoiled brat, "Or I swear, I will call our la mère (mother). I think she would greatly like to here your problems", she threatened Coco, knowing Coco didn't like her mother budding in her private life. Coco snatched her arm out of Vanilla's grip and gave her a irritated look, walking up closer to her until they were face-to-face, "Don't you dare....", she hissed at her.

Vanilla gave her a small smile, "I will if you want fess up", she quipped back, putting her hands on her hips, defiantly. Coco shook her head from side to side, knowing she was going to regret what she was about to tell her sister. Coco gave Vanilla a long stare, tears about to stream down her fiery red cheek bones, "Alright, alright....I'll confess but your not going to like this...", Coco replied, her arms folded tightly to her chest. "Tell me...", Vanilla said again. "I have to whisper it to you", Coco replied, her amber orbs pleading Vanilla not to ask further. Coco, begrudgingly, cupped Vanilla's right ear with her hands telling her all that she needed to know about Coco's hidden guilty pleasure.

Vanilla's eyes quickly lighted up, out of bewilderment and out of fear, "You are what!!!!", Vanilla shouted angrily at Coco causing the both of them to shiver in fear, "Your into...girls...more then boys?", Vanilla then asked in a whisper, not wanting the school building to hear them. All Coco could do was nod in agreement to Vanilla's accurate accusation about her.

The both of them became startled when Bishie came down the steps and walked quickly over to them, worried, "Coco! Are you ok? I-I've been looking everywhere for you! Please tell me your not hurt or something... I-I would feel awful. I-I do feel awful!", he said to Coco, looking like he was on the verge of tears but fought the urge to cry. Coco and Vanilla looked at him with nervous smiles trying to hide what they were talking about, "I'm fine Bishie...I I I...was just a little disturbed from one of the girls. She pissed me off which caused me to run away crying. But....I'm better now....", Coco lied, wiping the tears that wet her face. Vanilla only shook her head in shame, hating the fact that Coco was lying and at the fact that she now knew Coco was a closet bisexual.

Coco and Vanilla

Vanilla: "Why Coco...."
Coco: "Vanilla...I'm sorry...."

Coco knew she was busted when Bishie gave her the knowing look. Coco dropped her head to the floor and tried her best not to tear up, "Liar. You don't have to hide anything from me you know...", he told her gently, walking to her side. Coco felt torn inside knowing her sister was going to see her in a different, negative, light and that she didn't know how to go on with her life knowing that she had "twisted" feelings. Why did she had to go through with this; bringing everybody down with her in her misery.

"Do you mind...? I'd like to talk to your sister alone a bit... If it's too much to ask, I can ask another time, but it would much easier to talk now", Bishie told Vanilla, sitting in between the girls. Vanilla didn't care anymore....She felt like her life was torn apart when Coco told her the "bad" news. Vanilla got up and quietly just walked away, not wanting to look back at her sister, who she was very infuriated with.

How would their parents feel when Coco finally broke the news to them? Their mother, probably, would have passed out and their father....well, he wouldn't even speak to Coco anymore, banishing Coco from his life and the family. A lot of negative things that could happen that would hurt and cut Coco so deeply she wouldn't be the same.

"Their favorite daughter, a freak of nature....", this thought haunting Coco's mind like a nightmare. She couldn't help that she had those types of feelings, making her battle with them since she was a little girl. If only she knew how to fight it or at least except it...Coco really didn't know.... Vanilla turned down a lifeless hall, pressing her back against the wall, "D-a-m-n it....Why Coco!", she shouted thoughtfully, tears welling up in her violet eyes. She slid down the wall until her bottom touched the floor. She face palmed herself and began to excessively cry.

"I'll tell you my secret if you'll tell me your's", Bishie whispered cheerfully to Coco, which made Coco slightly smile even though a tear drop fell from her face. She admired Bishie's full-of-life attitude and gave him a light pat on the back, "Bishie....you're too kind....", she whispered, her voice raspy and monotoned. Coco stared into space, "Vanilla....I'm sorry....", she thought, apologizing to her sister who probably now didn't want to be bothered with her.

"I....have liked....the same....sex...for a...long time...now", she confessed to Bishie, her eyes now hazed and puffed from much pain. Oh the pain....so much pain...., "I'm a closet bisexual, Bishie....There I said it...", she trailed off with her words, curling herself into a upright fetal position. "What's...your secret?", she asked him nervously.

Coco and Vanilla

Coco glanced back up and turned her head towards Bishie. He had a solemn and depressed expression; it was as if he felt lost, trying to search for a resolution. Maybe Coco shouldn't have confessed her secret to him. He now probably thought she was insane and needed "special" help. Coco sucked it in and prepared for what Bishie was going to say about her secret, "You too? Oh please, it's not that big of a deal!I've been closet bisexual for years, don't tell, but that wasn't even my secret!", he cheerfully commented, surprising Coco out of her pity mood. Coco knew that Bishie was the same like her and highly respected that he had the same views as her. The way Bishie confidently stated it to her made Coco feel a little more at ease, "At least he accepts it....", she thought reassuringly, smiling slightly at Bishie sticking his tongue out at her and patting her lightly on the head. He then told her that she shouldn't worry about what people think of her preference of choice, "Don't ever let anyone tell you there's something wrong with it! Because there's not. I accept male customers for a reason. I would if I were straight. "If anyone thinks there's something wrong with it, then they obviously don't deserve to know you, because you're too awesome for them to understand!", he finished off, relaxing himself against the wall more.

"That's if my own kin can accept that fact about me....", Coco added sadly while folding her arms tightly. That's right....Her family wouldn't understand nor would want to, as a mater of fact. They were a strict christian family who never condone such intolerable norms. The thought of it made Coco sink lower until her back touched the cold floor. Now she was lying down, face up, staring at the ceiling, hopelessly. She still felt a little better knowing someone, like Bishie, understood and cared, not flagging her off as being a mental case who had too much "baggage" for people to stand. Coco turned her head to Bishie and saw him daze out in space. Something about him made Coco want to pry and figure out more. Naturally, Coco always had a strong intuition that made her have uncanny abilities to know whats on someone's mind without them telling her, first hand. She knew Bishie was hiding something, perhaps, mildly dark, family issues that was keeping him from wanting to talk about it.

"Alright... My secret... Uhm...", Bishie quietly started off, having trouble trying to say it all out. "Come on...it's alright. Tell me what's wrong....", Coco reassuringly told him, sitting up next to him again. Bishie drooped his head, feeling regretful at what he was going to continue about, "I'm not as unlucky as I seem to be... I mean, everyone thinks that I'm always falling down and getting hit by stuff, but..." He sighed quietly, "That's true... But... There's a lot more to it, you know? I mean... I never actually get hurt by that stuff... It's not that serious, never leaves a mark." He started to mumble slightly, becoming harder to understand, but not completely impossible to catch. "So... My secret is.. That I have no money... I walk to school and home from school... My dad's an alcoholic, he spent all of the money we used to have on liquor... When I grew up, he noticed how girly I was, so he tried to do something, but it failed and I only got worse. So now, he copes by drinking... A-and occasionally...Occasionally he gets angry....", he elaborately confessed to her, swallowing air, nervously, in the process.

Coco's eyes widened and looked very surprised, trying her best to let Bishie's depressing story sink in. She immediately felt sorry, feeling Bishie's pain with her own. She now knew that she wasn't the only one suffering in self-agony. At least now that she had someone to relate and talk to without them not understanding and shrugging it off like it was nothing. "Bishie...I'm so sorry you have to go through with that on a daily basis. Buddy, your not the only one who is going through rough times....I am too...", she replied defending him. She made sure that they were going to stick together and go through with it together; through the bad and good times. Coco put her arm around his shoulder and happily went through the storm with him, "We'll get through this together. I'm always going to be there for you, no matter what...", she reassuringly told him while he rubbed his left eye from tearing up.

"But it's no big deal! It's much better than rejection!", Bishie said, trying to make light of the story. Coco smiled and nodded her head in agreement. Coco thought that was the right way to put it too, "Your so right about that, ma amiee!", she joyfully regaining back her happiness as well. "So do you say? Wanna come back to the club? I promise, I won't let anyone bother you. Never again, if I have to jump in front of a train, I'll keep you out of harms way", he said with much chipperness, promising to defend her at all costs. Coco's eyes lit up happily, taking Bishie's hand to help herself up. She smoothed her ruffled punk rock black skirt down, trying her best to get the wrinkles out, "You know what? I think that's a good idea!", she added, agreeing with Bishie. Coco was going to try her best to feel better about herself even if it had to hurt a little. No one was going to take that joy away from her not even her.....sister. Coco didn't even care, now, if Vanilla thought some negative way about her. This was her life, in all her cockiness, and she wasn't going to let anyone rule it for her!

Meanwhile....

Vanilla rose her head up, after much crying, and continued to stare in space. Coco, her own sister, a bisexual? Vanilla couldn't understand it and didn't know how to comprehend. As a matter of fact, Vanilla didn't want to understand it! Oh! Why did Coco spring that drama number on her? Vanilla hoped, regretfully, that Coco was just lying to her and Bishie, wanting them to feel sorry for her. Coco was known for conjuring up lying tales about herself, no matter how bizarre, just to get sympathy and attention all on her.

Like the time she couldn't have her way, wanting to stay out late at night. Coco and her friends wanted to go to a late-night party on the south side of Paris. Her parent's said no, not wanting Coco to get kidnapped or hurt out at night. Coco, in a fit of rage, told her parents that she was going to be a nun and live like a hermit for the rest of her life. While saying this, Coco pretended to pack her bags, giving off the illusion like she was going to go through with it. At the time, Vanilla watched in the background looking at her sister with scornful eyes. How dare Coco coerce her parents into letting her go to that party, that didn't have adult supervision, threatening to be a nun for life! But alas...as the "story" goes, their parent's, dumbly, gave in, Coco had her way, again, and Vanilla was left out, ignored as usual.

Vanilla shook her head of that vicious memory and narrowed her eyes in much anger, "That spoiled brat!", she shouted in her mind with a hiss. But what if she was telling the truth....What if she really did like the same sex....Vanilla's eyebrows rose up in fear starting to believe her sister. Vanilla then thought Coco had really reached to her lowest, hurting Vanilla and her parent's to the max. Vanilla staggeringly got up, fixing her baby pink skirt that was twisted while negative thoughts swirled around her unnerving mind. She sighed depressingly, picking up her clear pink tote and then began to walk down the hall, wanting to exit the school building and go home without Coco.