"You're too nice of a guy."
The words rang in his ears. Though wind and rain still pelted the window, the phrase seemed louder than ever.
It badgered him for an eternity that managed to somehow fit itself into a number of seconds.
Every day. Every day he was reminded how nice he was. How wonderful of an addition he was to the host club. How they couldn't have done it without him.
Time moved slowly, the clock's ticking trying to drone out his thoughts to no avail.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
"No."
He grit his teeth, a small smirk surfacing on his face. He wouldn't let himself get walked on. He wouldn't be soft.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
"I'm not as nice as you think I am, Fujioka."
"No?"
"No."
Tick.
Tick.
He was reminded with every passing moment; the way his father walked over him, the way his brothers had everything, the way nobody he needed really ever depended on him. The way he wasn't allowed to give off bad impressions. It was going to have to change. He was tired of being that guy.
The ravenette abruptly lowered his head, locking lips with the girl underneath him. He passionately kissed her, forcing his tongue into hers. He fought to maintain dominance, prompting her to flail and attempt to push him off. It wasn't working very well however, considering Kyouya had her pinned to the bed.
He broke the kiss for air, Haruhi gasping for breath aswell.
"Get off me, Kyouya!" She yelled, grinding her teeth as tears stung the corners of those big, beautiful brown eyes. It was going to hurt, doing this. Not for her, for him.
He shook his head, lowering his mouth to the crook of her neck. He planted a kiss, Haruhi much too weak to successfully shove him off by this point.
"Please don't do this, Senpai." She plead, leaving Kyouya to wander through his thoughts as he continued to suck at the soft, delicate flesh. He left a vivid reddish Hickey on her neck, eliciting no gasps or pants like he had hoped. Instead she was whimpering- not in pleasure, in fear.
He began to think about just what he was doing, his head raising quickly as he stared at the small, frightened girl he was about to dominate.
No, it wasn't right. He couldn't... God, he couldn't even say the words. He was going to rape her.
He was so selfishly absorbed in his own world that he had nearly taken her virginity, just to soil his family name. Just to show his family that he wasn't to be tread upon. Suddenly he felt sick. He let go of her wrists, expelling a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"Miss Fujioka, I'm so sorry. I apologize. Oh no." He frowned, feeling tears begin to surface out of the corner of his eye. "I'm so sorry." He repeated, eventually having it slide into a chant.
"Senpai-" Haruhi began, only to be silenced when the door flung open.
"Haruhi! Daddy's here to save-" The intrusive blonde began, his voice only cutting off as he gasped. "K-Kyouya." He stammered, stumbling backwards. His astonishment was quickly replaced by fury and rage. "What are you doing! You're a pervert! And I never knew!"
"What's going on?" A sleepy-looking Hanninozuka asked, peering in through the door. In his hands was the large, fluffy rabbit he always carried around.
"Oh no." Was all Kyouya could manage to get out, before his eyes widened when Tamaki charged forward.
"Get away from my Haruhi!"