A/N:
So... Here I am again. With even more KyouyaHaruhi. Onesided. Mostly
Kyouya thinking. Again. There is no shortage of sadness in
this pairing. Because as much as we'd like to hope there could be
something, Tamaki loves Haruhi, and Haruhi loves Tamaki. Which leaves
Kyouya free... (For me, but I never said that okay?) But you still
feel sorry for him. He IS human. He's not an emotionless rock. So
I've decided there's not enough amazing KyouyaOC fics out there, and
I will write one. It'll be good. And no Mary Sues. Honest! So look
out for 'Knockout!' But this is part of a seven part series.
The Seven Deadly Sins. I should expect Tamaki's up next. Inspired
by 'Let The Flames Begin' by Paramore. Enjoy.
Kyouya was never going to admit it. Not if they tortured him, not if they killed him. Not even if they took away every cent to the Ootori name.
He refused to.
Sure. She was different. Unique. Amazing, even. But he'd never tell her.
He'd never tell her how much he liked her honesty, or how endearing her romantic obliviousness was, or how he really admired her bravery.
He'd never tell her he liked her hair short, or that he thought she was more feminine then half the girls and she just had an A cup, or that her eyes weren't the only thing that were gorgeous on her.
He'd never tell her he'd wanted to follow all the way through for Tamaki at the beach, or it was he who wanted to take her out on a date that summer, or that he'd rather take Eclaire's place as her last customer to pay off her debt.
He'd never tell her that he wanted to go to college with her, or that he wanted to give her his last name, or that he wanted to have a little girl with long black hair and chocolate coloured eyes with her.
He admired her, respected her, even. He thought she was the most fantastic girl-- no, woman-- he had ever met and would ever meet. She was such an interesting individual. No one would ever compare.
But why would he ever say? He was the Shadow King. No one could ever catch his eye. But now she had, and he couldn't look away.
Now, he had something more to hide. Besides the fact he continuosly added more to her debt so he could see her more, of course...
No, she could never know he had done that to her.
And now he was madly in love with her...
"Kyouya?" A voice softly called. He spun around, and looked at her.
His mistake.
"Hmm?" He responded, pretending to be uninterested.
She smiled a little bit. His heart raced. She opened her mouth to speak, and in the back of his mind, and at the front of his heart, he hoped she would say what he wouldn't.
She looked down and grabbed her bag. "Kyouya, don't overwork yourself tonight, alright? We need you to keep Tamaki-senpai in check during our cosplay tomorrow..."
He smirked. "I'll try."
"That's all I'm asking."
He watched her leave the room, and his smirk fell. God, he loved her. He loved her so much, it almost hurt. But he'd never say. Oh, he wasn't afraid of telling her, no. He'd tell her right away, if that were the case.
No, it wasn't fear. It was pride.
Kyouya was too damn proud to ever let Haruhi know...
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