Kyoya let out a sigh as he removed his tie, all things considered, he found himself feeling rather refreshed. Karuizawa was probably one of his favourite in-country get aways, even more so now that he knew he could be alone with Haruhi for the summer break. She couldn't even try to send him off, because he would just hold Ouran's rule guide in front of her face and oh so casually point out that her 'job' was against the rules.
He flipped open his laptop and pulled up his accounts information, he couldn't help the sinister smirk that spread over his lips as he took note of how the number had climbed. Soon, thanks to the host club and several well placed investments, he would have enough to go through with his plans; then he could act upon his ultimate goal, which was to marry Haruhi. Not that the girl had any idea of this plan of course.
Haruhi felt very at peace as she unpacked her suitcase, and was so happy at being away from her condescening rich friends that she didn't mind finding all the dresses her father had packed. Yes, she thought happily, one month of solitude in Karuizawa was going to do her frazzled nerves wonders.
She cast a sideways glance at the dastardly pink cell phone sitting on the table beside her small bed and narrowed her eyes. Surely the devious twins had placed a tracker in there so they could stalk her if she answered. "I better turn it off, just in-" She nearly jumped out of her skin as it rang violently.
She dove for it and ripped off the battery before it could give up her location. "Aye, those rich bastards have made me so paranoid." She grumbled, stuffing the battery into a pair of frilly pink socks her father had packed, knowing she wouldn't touch it again till her trip was over.
Kyoya was mildly surprised, as he had his cell phone pressed to his face, that he had gotten the voice mail on her phone. He had realized she would have been hesitant to answer, but he'd thought his name on the call display would have been incentive enough. Oh well. Now he was just going to show up and scare her; she'd passed up the chance to be forewarned.
The air got very chilly as Haruhi tied a light pink apron over her blue sundress, making her shiver. She couldn't help but feel that it was an ominous sign. "I'm being paranoid." She told herself firmly, giving the apron strings one last tug before heading down to the kitchen.
Kyoya strolled casually down the street, dressed as casually as he could ever allow himself to be, in black suit pants and a collared shirt. He knew it probably didn't show, but he'd debated long and hard about his outfit. At first, he'd wanted to dress down as far as jeans and a t-shirt, to shock her so she couldn't get mad and slam the door in his face, but he'd just felt so ridiculous, he'd changed immediately. The most he'd been able to convince himself was acceptable was to not wear a tie.
As he saw the pension come into view he was impressed by the beauty of the building. Ranka had told him that Misuzu's pension was in an old building, but he hadn't known it was the nice old herritage building. Ranka hadn't known too many details, when he had spoken with the Ootori over the phone, but he'd given the boy just enough information to be able to find the place even without a photo. "It would be such a shame, Kyoya-kun, if Haruhi were all alone up there. Don't you think? Oh well, Ja ne!" The Okama's final words on the phone had been curious at first.
However, it was pretty obvious what Ranka had been hinting at, once he'd received a coupon for a free night at the pension in the mail. It wasn't as if he'd needed such a thing, he could easily afford to stay as many nights as he wished without even denting his wallet, but it was a gift after all. It would be so very rude not to use it. "So very rude, indeed." He whispered to himself, fingering the slip of paper in his pocket.
Misuzu was practically dancing around the dining room, Haruhi in tow, placing flowers in adorable little vases on every table. There was a pleasant chatter coming from the few occupied tables, and soft alluring piano music coming from a small boom box in the corner. Haruhi had long since forgotten about the chill in the air earlier, and the ominous paranoia, as she soaked in the chance to be surrounded by such calm.
She carefully straightened out the doileys under the vases and hummed along to the music, and admired how the deep purple, almost black, tulips reminded her of the colour you could see in Kyoya's eyes when he adjusted his glasses to reflect the light.
Her eyes shot open as the thought processed and she knocked over the vase in front of her. Where the hell had that come from?
Misuzu spun around as he heard the clank of the vase hitting the table, "Haruhi-chan, is everything okay?" The young brunette immediately picked the vase up and stuttered out a "Sorry Misuzu-san, my hand just slipped, that's all."
She placed the flowers back in the vase and took it to the bar so she could put more water inside.
Kyoya watched the exchange through the window with amusement, he wondered what had crossed her mind to cause her to jump so badly. He knew her at least well enough by now to know that she only had a fit of clumbsiness when an unexpected thought filtered into her mind.
He decided now would be as good a time to make his appearance as any, since she had her back turned to the door. He could ensure a favourable reaction if Misuzu greeted him first.
He pulled the door open, and entered as a small bell chimed, gaining the attention of everyone in the room, well, minus Haruhi.
"Ah! Such a refreshing young face!" Misuzu grabbed his arm and ushered him over to a table, although he'd previously had no intention to eat here. "You must stay for lunch! I'm afraid I'm short staffed, but Haruhi-chan is such a good little cook!" He was handed a menu, which he skimmed, but found his attention was elsewhere.
Haruhi placed the vase back on the table, not having heard the entrance of the new guest, and began to untie her apron until Misuzu appeared beside her. "Ah Haruhi-chan, I'm sorry your break will have to wait, we have another customer for lunch!" The Okama buzzed around her excitedly, ushering her over to the newly occupied table. "Such a refreshing young man, isn't he?"
Haruhi was lost for words as her eyes fell on the 'refreshing new customer', although she sorely wanted to run away screaming when he smirked at her. "What the HELL is the shadow king doing here?" She twitched, trying to get herself together. He was a customer, apparently, and she had to be polite, if not nice.
"Good afternoon, Kyoya-senpai." She ground out, trying to keep the ire from her voice. Misuzu grabbed Haruhi's shoulders and squealed, "Oh my! Haruhi-chan, do you know this young man?" "Hai. He's my senpai at school." "He's also the shadow king." she added in her mind.
"Ah! A well to do young man? Haruhi-chan, go cook him a marvelous lunch and make him fall in love with you!"
Haruhi twitched and turned to walk away, "Sorry senpai, Misuzu, I need to be excused for a moment." She left before either could protest, although she figured Kyoya was just enjoying the chance to make her uncomfortable. She made her way into the large, sound proof freezer at the back of the kitchen and carefully shut the door, ensuring it wouldn't lock. She then decided it was safe enough to scream for the loss of her much needed vacation.
After several minutes she gathered herself up and put on her best hosting face before returning to the dinning area. When she returned she saw Misuzu and Kyoya leaning over a piece of paper, and misuzu had a pen in his hand. Surely the eccentric Okama couldn't have been bullied into selling the pension, he'd only just bought it an it had been his life long dream to own.
"Pleasure doing business with you Misuzu-san," Kyoya said as he folded up the paper and placed it into his laptop bag. He'd happened to notice that building needed some restorations and had kindly offered to invest in the pension to ensure that they could be done properly. Of course, he would be making a marginal profit off the pension himself, but the profit Misuzu would make would be nearly doubled. And in the future, he could assist Misuzu in expanding, if he wished to. Although he supposed to Haruhi, this would look like an evil plot until he explained himself.
She approached the table apprehensively and cleared her throat to gain the attention of the two 'business partners'. Misuzu spun around with a glint in his eyes, his long hair glittering in the light. "Ah Haruhi-chan! Your senpai is such a nie young man, he's offered to help me with the restorations! And he has requested a room, your father gave him one of my coupons!"
"O-oh. How long will you be staying senpai?" She chanced a look at Kyoya and found his usual shadow king smirk upon his lips, and a certain mischievous glint in his eyes, which looked just like the tulips. She felt her eye twitch as he pulled out his laptop and casually brought up a digital copy of Ouran's rule guide. "I will be here all month, unless you have any complaints Haruhi."
She stalked over and looked at the screen, reading until she realized it was blackmail. "No students may take a job without consulting the school..." She read aloud, wishing for the umpteenth time she had never stumbled upon the blasted third music room. "No senpai, of course not." She hissed, straightening up and trying very hard not smash the laptop. She already owed him a large fortune, she didn't need to add to it. "What room will we give him, Misuzu-san? Most of them are full for the month." "Except the one by mine...please don't put him there..."
"Ah, oh my you're right. All we have left unbooked is the suite by yours. It is a little small, though isn't it? And it has that connecting door..."
Kyoya saw his golden opportunity and put on his best hosting smile, "That would be fine with me, Misuzu-san, I'm sure it's a lovely room. And I'm sure Haruhi-chan would feel much safer if one of her school mates had the connecting room to hers." Haruhi nearly fell over at his words and immediately set out to fix that idea before it could settle into Misuzu's head. "No. I refuse. I'd feel safer with a man eating tiger in the room next to mine-" "It's settled then! You may have the connecting suite. Try not to sneak over too late at night though, young man. I need my staff to be well rested."
And just like that, Haruhi found herself showing Kyoya to his room, and planning to move the wardrobe in hers in front of the connecting door. She didn't think he'd try to sneak in and molest her in her sleep, but then again she didn't really know Kyoya all that well on a personal level. Perhaps he was as big a pervert as Tamaki and the twins.
"Oh, Haruhi, please refrain from re-arranging the furniture." Kyoya said casually, walking into his room. "So much for my vacation." Haruhi grumbled, making her way back down stairs.
Thankfully the rest of the day had been unevetful, except for the older gentleman who brought Kyoya's luggage just after dinner. Haruhi had vaguely recognized him as Tachibana, but had only met him once before.
The last load of dishes was placed into the dishwasher as the clock in the entrance chimed eleven, making Haruhi sigh. She removed her apron and turned off all the lights, she was the last one awake, but she thought it might be worth it to avoid speaking to Kyoya before bed. She slowly climbed the stairs, wondering if she should go up to the roof for a while before bed or not. She loved the view of the stars from there.
"Ah, I probably should. the shadow king might still be awake." She walked past Kyoya's room on tiptoes, not even daring to breathe as she saw the light from his lamp under the door. She pushed open the window at the end of the hall and climbed out onto the fire escape.
As soon as she got onto the roof she saw she was not the only one who wanted to watch the stars. "Kyoya-senpai?" She asked hesitantly, resigned to the fact she could not escape him. "Ah Haruhi, I've been waiting up here for you." She couldn't fight the twitch, but she managed not to sigh again as she made her way over to where he was sitting. Upon closer investigation she noticed he had a bottle of-was that champagne?- some kind and two glasses.
He picked the bottle up and pulled the cork out, puring some of what was now confirmed to be champagne into the two glasses. "Why do you have champagne senpai?" She asked cautiously as he held out one of the two glasses to her. She sat down, not taking the glass at first, until he grabbed her hand and placed the glass between her fingers. "It's rude not to accept an offered drink Haruhi." "It's rude to barge in on someone's vacation unannounced." She shot back, not looking at him.
"I tried to call, but I got your voicemail." He replied taking a sip of the champagne in his hand, today had gone fairly well, but he'd been hoping for a kinder reception from Haruhi. "Try some." He said in his usual commanding voice, making Haruhi jump slightly, "Ah I don't drink Kyoya-senpai." "Drop the senpai. There's no one here to watch us, and no need for such formalities."
Haruhi groaned and threw back the glass of champagne, not bothering to acknowledge the bizarre look she received from the Ootori. "I thought you just said you don't drink."
"I don't. But you and the host club could drive the pope to swear, senpai." She uttered defiantly, keeping her gaze trained on the stars. She could feel a strange warmth building in her chest, she assumed it was the alcohol, and she didn't trust her mind to not wander as it had been earlier.
Kyoya drank his champagne quietly for a while, pouring himself another glass once it was empty. He was buzzing with annoyance as Haruhi continued to ignore him. "Would you like some more?" His voice seemed to break her out of her reverie, and she looked at him for the first time since sitting down.
The moonlight shone in his hair, and glinted across his glasses, leaving her breathless. She was lost in his eyes as he poured more champagne into her glass, the warmth in her chest spread to her cheeks as he smirked at her. She wondered if her knew that she would melt inside when he smirked; or that she wondered what it would be like to kiss him. She shook her head as the thoughts surprised her again, and took a small sip of the champagne.
"Why are you here, senpai?" She asked, turning her eyes back up to the night sky. "Ah well, one night my parents decided they wanted to have another child and-" She shot him a dirty look, "That's not what I meant and you know it senpai." "And I asked you not to call me senpai up here." he rebuked, making her sigh. "Fine. Kyoya. Why are you here in Karuizawa?" "Your father gave me a call and expressed his concern in your being all alone for the month. I merely came up here as a favour to him." His answer was not what she had been hoping for, she found.
"Oh." Was all she could think to say as she took another sip of champagne. "However, once I saw you in that lovely little dress, I decided I should use this time selfishly to have you all to myself." She nearly dropped her glass as she turned back to face him, shocked by the unexpected extension to his answer. She found his face dangerously close to her own and felt her breath catch in her throat. His lips were nearly upon hers as they heard Misuzu's voice calling up from the fire escape. "Haruhi-chan! Bed time! I need you to be up early to help me prepare breakfast!"
"H-hai! Sorry Misuzu-san!" She called out, scrambling to stand up quickly, but she found herself restrained by Kyoya's hand on her arm. He pulled her back down and crashed his lips onto hers, his kiss was demanding and frightening at first. Haruhi tried to pull away when his tongue grazed her lips but his arms wrapped around her, keeping her from escaping.
He grew frustrated as she kept her lips shut tight, blocking him deepening the kiss as he wanted to, and he pulled back just enough to speak. "Don't deny me Haruhi, or I will add to your debt." His voice was smooth as silk as he whispered his threat, leaning back in to kiss her again.
She felt his tongue again and debated internally whether it would be better to obey him. He felt anger bubble up his chest as she again refused to allow him access, and he bit her lip hard, causing her to gasp in pain. He took advantage of the opening and went to work devouring her and memorizing every nook and cranny in her moist cavern. He felt her tongue brush up against his and he moaned at the sensation.
She knew she should be pissed that he had forced his way into her mouth, but she couldn't find it in her to be mad as he made her feel things she had never known. After a while she began to respond to his kiss, earning a moan from the dark haired boy.
He could feel his control slipping as her fingers twined in his hair, and he fully intended to lose himself to his desires and take her right there on that roof, had she not yanked on his hair and separated their faces.
She finally felt she could not breath and yanked his head away by his hair, certain she would be scolded and have her debt doubled. He was distracted by the pain just long enough for her to remove herself from his arms and make a dash for the fire escape. She wasn't quite sure how she made it back down the ladder and through the window, her head spinning from the champagne, but she had. She curled up under her thick blanket and found herself almost hoping that the rest of the host club would show up. Kyoya couldn't corner her on the roof if the rest of the club was around. Could he?
Yay! You know you've been waiting on baited breath for this. You may know (if you read the original posting for 'expect the unexpected') where this story goes, but we're going to have some fun getting there.
When I was writting this chapter I realized just what odd facts I could remember from the show. I got 'Karuizawa' right on the first guess as the name and spelling. And Misuzu's name. Although it's hard not to remember such an... energetic... character. Heh.
Chapter two will be up relatively soon, I'll work on it inbetween my contracted work, and should have something worthy of MOE by next week. If not sooner.