The stadium was all in an uproar as commoners jumped out of their seats, shouting in joy.
Kyoya felt irritation settle in as he was jostled on all sides by ravenous laughter and hugging. He hardly knew why he had even come so far to watch a hockey game.
His eyes instantly focused in on the small brunette two seats to his left, enveloped in a tangled mess of limbs with the twins, Tamaki, and Huni.
'Ah that's right. Haruhi wanted to see her favourite team play.' He thought with a sigh. As usual, Tamaki had forced him to come up with a plan to make one of Haruhi's passing comments a reality.
Haruhi had tried her best to remain in her seat throughout the game, and to not shout in anyones ears at every goal and penalty, but as she watched the puck fly into the net of her favourite teams rivals, in the sudden death overtime, she was overcome with joy.
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she jumped out of her seat, and for the first time ever, actively engaged in a hug with the loudest and most annoying members of the host club.
Despite her enthusiastic cheering she noticed that there was only one member of the club remaining in his seat; Kyoya. The shadow king was smirking, she noticed, but he seemed to be rather annoyed as well.
Acting on a whim, although she knew around these rich bastards it never ended the way it was supposed to, she launched herself at the unsuspecting male like a torpedo.
For a brief second she believed she would actually land with her face in his shoulder as she had planned, but that notion was dashed as Tamaki began shouting "Mommy we won!" behind her, causing Kyoya to turn his head to look at his best friend with disdain.
Her heart thudded so loud in her ears she could hear nothing else as her face smashed into his, their lips locking together, and her arms snapping around his neck.
Kyoya froze the instant he felt her warm lips, and cringed as he heard his glasses crunch between their foreheads.
Haruhi scrambled off the shadow king the moment she regained her balance and began to immediately apologize for his glasses which had been snapped in half.
Kyoya carefully folded the broken glasses and put them in his case, mentally adding several thousand yen to her debt until he looked at her, and was left breathless. She was the only one close enough for his eyes to focus on, everything else was a blur, and in that instant she looked so innocent; in her giant blue and gree jersey, that he couldn't resist pulling her back for another kiss.
It was, as he would reason to himself later as he reflected his actions, her payment for ruining his favourite pair of glasses.
Haruhi was up late in her hotel room, blushing still from the unexpected second (and third, although she had lost count after that) kiss from the Ootori. She had been very quiet as they'd left the arena, watching as people had jumped each other for hugs, and left arm in arm. She could remember reading somewhere that soccer (as the Americans called it) had the most violent fan base. If that was true, then she supposed that hockey had if not the most, one of the most, affectionate fan bases. Well, if the fact she had kissed and been kissed back by Ootori Kyoya meant anything at all.
HA! Okay, this was totaly a spur of the moment one shot. Written out of the pure joy that can only come when your team beats their rivals. Go Canucks go! Not only awe inspiring playing, but fluff fiction inspired writing! Enjoy!