The Walking and the Talking
It wasn't such a surprise to see her there more like an everyday occurrence he supposed, well everyday for the passed two weeks anyway.
As he walked toward the dojo, his light steps slightly echoed in the large marbled corridor he winced, stepping even lighter as if the feather noises would disturb her most likely not, she's dealt with much louder. He wondered if this time he would stop to talk to her, the idea was dismissed as quickly as he thought of it.
Glancing at his left true to form there she sat second last desk in the empty classroom, for a moment he paused to watch her, the mechanical pencil calmly drawling out the information within her calculated mind a self satisfied smile placed to enjoy all her hard work. Suddenly her distant eyes flickered to look up at him, slight alarm and questions rising in them at once but he watched carefully, waiting for that smile.
"Mori-senpai, what are you doing here?" Her honest voice seemed louder in the silence, he regarded her coolly shifting the backpack slightly on his shoulder, and he didn't know it was possible but he seemed to have more trouble with words than usual. Tilting her head she smiled and lightly giggled on his behalf, she seemed to understand, to an extent, he only grunted and was on his way feeling a lot less lonely.
Unconsciously he replayed her laugh, tucking that smile into the back of his mind something funny was rising in his chest, a strong pull made him want to take his steps back and maybe even try to talk to her.
He made his legs move a little faster.
Moving through the basics of his training he let his mind wander to nothing in particular, an essay was due in English next Monday and he hadn't a clue on what topic he was to write about, usually he would be content to just sit down and write, English being one of his favorite subjects but lately, his mind was elsewhere. Mori noting that he was a little slower in his reflexes today, probably because he didn't get enough sleep in the previous night, a nap would be in order after school.
He smiled drowsily when he recalled just ten minutes ago in class, Mitsukuni loudly claiming his essay was to be about cake, their teacher looked exasperated beyond words.
'That's what your last essay was about.' It was no use, Mitsukuni already bounded out of the class happily on his way leaving the teacher to drop his head in despair.
Mori felt another twinge of loneliness but did nothing but brush it off, her soft laughter rang through his ears as if some kind of reminder.
Little by little Mori was getting used to the absence of Mitsukuni's constant presence. At first it was a disaster whenever his little cousin would say that his Usa-chan was enough company for the day, Mori would go into a downward spiral, he never thought he could be so lost.
He now knows that his cake loving cousin is not pushing him away more like a good shove into independence.
Than he stopped, a flow of images flashing through his mind, the sun, the grass and Haruhi her endless eyes were never hesitant or self doubting ever the opinionated person she never failed to speak what was on her mind but in no way meaning any harm. Her tiny frame barely reached his chest he couldn't help but feel protective of such a small creature, surprising himself he suddenly wondered what it would feel like to have her in his arms.
Carrying himself to the one of the large windows he looked down into the courtyard, groups of students dotted across many of the grand gardens, lunch break was half over but it seemed to be too beautiful of a day to waste it inside.
He vaguely wondered if he should go grab something to eat, but he really didn't feel like eating alone in the dinner hall with all the laughing students but his stomach protested loudly.
"Hungry, senpai?"
He tried to hide his surprise as she invited herself in to take off her shoes, padding across the tatami mats to stop in front of him expectantly her eyes never wavering when he silently watched. He raised his eye brow 'how did you know?' Suddenly she looked bashful almost nervous, that was new.
"Well uh your always alone when you walk by my class and I never see you with a lunch so I decided to make you one, Mori-senpai ." She uncharacteristically turned her gaze to the ground. "Of course I would understand if you didn't want it."
Haruhi took her hand from behind her back to show him two perfectly wrapped bento, he was so stunned he forgot how to breathe Mori wasn't exactly sure if he was even worthy of such an offering, never has he felt so insignificant. He watched with amazement as she awaited his answer, her gaze still lowered, hand still extended with the offer and her left foot lightly shuffling on the ground, dare he say she looked cute.
There was still a silence that hung heavily between them he has yet to find the right words.
"This was stupid, sorry I bothe…."
Mori tilted her chin to place a finger to her lips affectively hushing her, he froze mid action once their eyes met a storm decided to unleash inside him the temperature in the room rose considerably.
The feel of her lips, the feel of her breath and the feel of her gaze Mori was a lost man for all he cared. And for the first time in his life he didn't know what to do and for the first time Haruhi had nothing to say. His grey eyes usually calm now held her in a gaze that made her melt a look that was pure and dangerous a mixture that was lusciously driving her mad, a look that was never meant for school.
This was unfamiliar grounds for both of them; shyly Haruhi let her free hand clutch onto his large one slowly guiding it away from her mouth he watched with a curiosity he didn't know he had.
Not until this very moment did Haruhi seem so feminine her lips faintly parted her everlasting eyes made him catch his breath, holding a desire and an innocence that made him want to groan, a pretty blush covering her soft skin completing a look that made his body fully aware of what gender she was.
Gently twining his long fingers into her own soft hand Haruhi didn't know if she could stand for much longer, her knees were turning to jelly she gasped when he lightly squeezed her fingers using his other hand he placed the bento boxes on the window sill.
"Thank you." His voice was a rough whisper.
Unconsciously they moved closer not quite understanding their need for each others touch, this was a tension that was unknowingly building up between the two for quite some time and they were learning the hard way what happens when you ignore it for to long.
Haruhi tried to form a coherent thought; any thought once she finally managed to grasp onto reason it all blew out the window when his thumb formed tantalizing circles into her palm. His stormy eyes asking for something Haruhi instinctively knew only she could give.
She raised a shaky hand to touch his face closing his eyes Mori leaned into her caress; breathing in deeply this was where he was meant to be.
The slight girl almost had to tip toe to trace along his eye brow roaming to gently touch his eye lashes her fingers tenderly stroked along his cheek down his strong jaw line and stopped at his chin. Timidly she let her thumb caress lightly into his bottom lip she had a sudden sense of pride that overwhelmed her when he softly blushed.
Mori opened his eyes to feel his own sense of pride when he caught a glimpse of his Haruhi.
Her eyes glazed in a want that deliciously tortured him, her lips puckered forming an expression that could only say 'please.' Whatever she wanted he would give Mori just didn't know if he could keep going at this pace. Demurely she faced the ground only to look up at him through her lashes, he felt himself go weak.
"Takashi…"