Troubled
Another Ouran ficcy! xDD ... After neglecting it for so long. I felt guilty. XDD But, a KyoHaru ficcy! 'Cause KyoHaru is love. nn. And a whole 500 words too! ... Thought that may seem like a lot. xD
But, nope, don't own Ouran or its characters. Please read on!
x Troubled x 500 words
Ohtori Kyoya was troubled.
It wasn't because of the fact that Tamaki had very Tamaki-ly chosen outfits that had been way out of the Host Club budget (though Kyoya still wanted to slaughter Tamaki for it).
Or the fact that Tamaki had been pestering him, insisting that Kyoya participate in their commoner's game. Kyoya had politely refused earlier, but Tamaki had been adamant in bothering him.
But that wasn't it.
It wasn't, in fact, related to Tamaki at all, for once.
It was actually because of the forever-composed persona of Fujioka Haruhi.
It was because Haruhi was just a bit too lacking in the understanding emotions department.
And Kyoya couldn't find any way to confess to her.
'Kyoya-senpai?' Haruhi asked with a worried tone. 'You seem vexed.'
Kyoya, if he was more to-the-point man, would have throttled Haruhi and shouted, 'You're the problem!'
But he was not. So instead, he put on his fake smile, and looked away from his Pineapple to Haruhi from his seat. 'I'm fine, Haruhi.'
Haruhi nodded, accepting his answer. 'Is there anything you need help with? The rest of the Club went out to the supermarket on a commoner adventure, because they finished playing their game.'
Kyoya took in this new knowledge. It meant that... the two of them were alone in the Third Music Room.
'Haruhi... I have something to tell you.'
Haruhi smiled. 'What is it?'
Kyoya couldn't confess outright. That would be horribly... not embarrassing. Ohtoris didn't get embarrassed.
'Do you want to go to a café this Sunday?'
Haruhi cocked her head. 'To a café? Why?'
Kyoya elaborated. 'With me.'
'What for?'
Haruhi was making it really difficult.
Kyoya continued, placing emphasis on the more important words, 'Do you want to go out to a café with me?'
But...' Haruhi bit her lip.
Kyoya held his breath. Was she rejecting him?
'I don't think I could pay for it,' Haruhi finished.
Kyoya was becoming exasperated. He stood up, and reiterated the most important points.
'Would. You. Like. To. Go. Out. With. Me?'
Haruhi was bemused. 'Go out where?'
It seemed that there was no alternative to saying the obvious.
'Haruhi, I like you.'
Haruhi smiled. 'I like you too, Kyoya-senpai.'
Kyoya's heart leapt.
'We're good friends, right, despite some of the walls you may have?'
Kyoya's heart then plummeted. Could the girl get any denser?
Perhaps... a more direct tactic was needed.
He grabbed Haruhi by the shoulders. 'Haruhi.'
Her burnt sienna eyes didn't widen in the slightest. 'What is it, Kyoya-senpai?'
'I love you, Haruhi. I've loved you since you walked into the Third Music Room and disrupted the Host Club.'
Haruhi paused.
'Kyoya, I-'
'Kyoya! Are you accosting our daughter?'
Tamaki and the rest of the Host Club burst in, and Kyoya took his hands off of Haruhi's shoulders.
'No he isn't,' Haruhi answered for him. 'Right, Kyoya?'
Everyone turned to Haruhi, who was smiling innocuously.
'On Sunday then?'
And Haruhi left.
Kyoya didn't feel very troubled any more. x owari
