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This is done for the Phobia Challenge created by the lovely Tranquillezza! -cheers-
Philophobia - Love, faling in love or being.
Not to sure if it fits to well or not :3
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Safer Choices
Sometimes she thinks it would have been easier if she had set her sights on that strangely sweet boy across the hall to the apartments in front of her. The one with the endearing smile and the lazy eye.
Yes. He would've been the safer choice.
She could've had her pick from them all actually. Because really, falling in love should not be as scary as she thought, right?
The loyal "My-god-he-must-have-been-born-from-Aphrodite- himself,", sometimes idiotic, amethyst-eyed boy, who had a knack for bringing out the best in people.
A pick of the older, fiery twins, with a passion for things he wanted and needed. One half of a very beautiful set, the other being calmer, more rational. Who manipulated things into the best choices. Heaven knows she might've had both of them, as they shared everything.
Maybe the stoic dark haired martial-artist, with his quiet words, and a loud presence. He radiated the aura of a sleeping tiger, always there, a steady, reliable soul.
Or maybe the small, sugar loving , energetic boy. The one with the unassuming demeanor, yet was full with kind, wise words.
Ah, but as fate itself would have it, she instead, found herself falling for the real Gentleman, with the knowing smirk, and a ready tongue.
So in the beginning, she began her ballet, gliding, staying light on her feet in the relationship. There was always the fear that she would inevitably get hurt. Commitment was nothing to worry about. The man was commitment himself! But the nagging feeling that she wasn't right for him always caught in her throat.
What would really make this relationship different? What was so special about him? It wasn't as if she needed a relationship anyways. She was an independent woman, just like her mother.
Yet, months and months of caution, finally wore her suspicious eyes, and what she was searching for, the final cog to get the machine started, fell to her from the sky, effectively bonking her head as it did so.
Her trust.
If she didn't trust the raven haired man, and all his devious ways, the relationship would undoubtedly fail.
But that was exactly it. He was devious. He was tricky. A young, manipulative business man, whose looks were just as deadly. Black hair, and grey eyes that looked into your soul. Long, lithe body, Quick tongue, covered by soft sensuous lips if one were to look closely.
So she let it go. She stopped thinking of his reputation, and realized the dearness he held in his heart.
So over time, she let the accusing glares drop, and smiled at him over coffee.
Maybe falling for the guy with the endearing smile, and the lazy eye would have been safer.
But when Haruhi looks at Kyouya, she knows that she wouldn't trade that smirk for anything in the world.
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A/N Well, looks like I might be back for a little! :P I feel,So unproductive. '--' This was like, different for me. No plot really. Just an overview over a KyouHaru relationship. Just 1 page on M Works Word, so excuse the shortness. Fluffy? Do you think? This was written at 1:20 am. O-O I am sleepy. Please inflate my ego by clicking on the 'go' button and leave me a review? A flame? A suggestion? -Hopes.