I own this laptop, this glass, this music, and the cookie I'm eating, sadly I don't own ORHSHC otherwise Kyouya and Haruhi would have been together a VERY long time ago.
Reviews are GREATLY apriciated, this is offically my second fanfic and is by far the longest thing Ive ever written, there will be 5-6 chappies when im done.
Just when I thought I was gonna get away with it Kyouya had to bring my mistake to everyone's attention. It wasn't like I fell down the stairs on purpose; I didn't want any of them to know that I had gotten hurt; especially not Kyouya. How he found out I haven't the slightest idea, surely he didn't witness it himself….no…he couldn't have. There was no one around. I had checked, but then again Kyouya always found out things that no one else on earth could ever know. Although I'm sure that he has no idea how I feel about him. No, he doesn't know, and he'll never find out either.
"Haru-Chan! Why didn't you tell us you fell down the stairs?" Mitsukuni Huninozuka looked up at me with his big childish eyes. "We need to know if you get hurt Haru-Chan…..so we can help…"
Well let me see, number one reason why I didn't want any of you to find out. "I'm sorry Huni-Sempai, it just slipped my mind." More like I didn't want any of you to worry about me, you already have so much to do with your family's businesses. Well at least Kyouya doesn't know what I hurt….that way I don't have to listen to them fuss over me. Hopefully none of them will ask; it's already hard enough to hide the bruises all over my back. On top of that I've had a horrid headache since it happened. Dad forced me to go to the doctor and they told me I have three broken ribs but a fat lot of good they did for it. Wrapped me up and that was it. No painkillers or anything!
"Haruhi, what did you hurt when you fell?" Ah yes, leave it to the eternally silent Takashi Morinozuka to ask all the important questions.
"Oh…umm…nothing much Mori-Sempai…." Then of course next would be Tamaki Suoh
"'THURTMUCH!!!!" Yes….the overreacting, mushroom cultivating, King of the Host Club. But what I didn't expect was for Kyouya to care enough to get the real answer out of me. Not that I'm weak enough for him to just ask and expect me to just out and tell him….ok so maybe I am….
"Haruhi Fujioka we all know better than to believe that lie. You've been grimacing every time you take a breath and whenever Tamaki hugs you, you wince and get away much quicker than usual. I think you owe it to everyone to let us know what's wrong and I would like to know what the doctor told you because I know Ranka-San made you go. And either you can tell us all or I can call your doctor and tell everyone for you. But of course, as always, it's your choice."
Damn him. He just has to ask the hard questions, and throw in a threat. ALL IN THAT OOTORI SMOOTHNESS! It just isn't fair. "Fine, whatever. If you really want to know then I'll just show you." Hikaru and Kouhru Hitachin's eyes both went as wide as saucers. And I think I just saw Tamaki lean a bit closer than he already is….. Oh well I've already said it. So off goes the host club jacket and white button down leaving nothing but my bra. They all gasped as their eyes fell on the bruises covering my body, and the tape around my ribs. For just a moment I thought I saw Kyouya's hand reach out and the look of horror on his face…but in the time it took for me to register what I thought I had seen it was all gone. His hands back to their usual position one in his pocket the other pushing his glasses up making a glare.
Huni was the first to break the silence."Oh Haru-Chan….why didn't you just tell us…we could have helped keep Tama-Chan off of you."
Mori reached out and laid his hand on my back, "You should have told Kyouya….his hospital could have taken care of this." Out of the corner of my eye I caught the twins in shock, but Tamaki snapped out of it much faster. He lunged at me with his arms wide.
"OHMYSWEETHARUHI! 'LLGIVEYOUABIG…" He didn't get to finish before Hikaru had him pinned to the ground. The words coming out of his mouth little more than a growl. "Don't you even think about touching her Tamaki. You'll only hurt her and I won't let you do it."
And as usual Tamaki went off to his corner to sulk and grow his mushrooms. I put my shirt back on as soon as they had regained their composure and shrugged."It's really nothing, just some bruises is all."
Huni looked up at me, "Haru-Chan that is far from nothing much." He had tears brimming in his eyes, Usa-Chan clutched in his arms.
"Well what's done is done and we can't go back, so let's just forget about it okay?" Begrudgingly they agreed to my request and everyone left to go home, or so I thought. I went about my normal cleanup, gathering my books and such, before I noticed a shadow sitting in the window. Well actually a shadow king. I walked over to his window and looked into his eyes. (Which were for once lacking glasses.) He had tears in his eyes, this alone was enough for me to want to call back all the hosts, surely they all would know what was wrong with Kyouya! But my body acted on its own accord, my hand moved to his arm, it must have been then that he realized I had noticed him. He jumped and looked me right in the eyes; a look of fear ran across his face followed soon after by embarrassment. Then he jumped up and walked away from me, picked up his bag and when he turned around he was back to his normal composure.
"Kyouya-Sempai? Are you alright?" Stupid thing to ask, I know, but I couldn't help it. I suppose I hoped that he would confide in me for a moment…that he trusted me enough to give me the honor. But as always, "Yes Haruhi, I'm perfectly fine. I shall see you tomorrow. Make sure you're not late, or I shall be forced to add the losses due to your absence to your debt." Hmm. Suppose I'll never get to understand him. I waited for his limo to drive away from the school before I left, as I walked out the door it began to rain. Just what I needed to add to this day, confusion and rain, just perfect. Topping it all off my head is killing me. Thinking back on the day I walked through the rain to my house, I suppose I'll sort him out tomorrow. That was the last thing that went through my pounding head before I hit the cool wet sidewalk.