Haruhi sighed setting down her broom. She already cleaned enough at home why at the Host club too? Because Tamaki, the Prince had wanted it cleaned. It needed to be. But he hadnt showed up. Neither the twins or anybody else for that matter. Only her and Kyouya. "Thankyou for coming in tonight Haruhi. It would have taken alot longer, if it was only me." Haruhi smiled brightly. Even if she was kind of annoyed. she was glad to help Kyoya out. Öfcoarse. I do have to pay back my debt after all."
Kyoya's heart twisted at hearing this. He was always manipulative. This time though why did he feel differently? He didnt care one bit about that vase. It meant nothing to him now. Suddenly he wished 'Im paying off my debt' wasnt the answer. That was her answer to everything these days. He wanted to be the reason she was there. Not that godforsaken vase.
He didnt know when he started becoming attatched to her. She was their 'dog' afterall. he didnt understand it. She was just a commoner. His father .. wouldnt be acceptive of his choice. When did he make a choice though? Wasnt he trying to please his father in anyway possible? He could abandon his feelings still ..
"Hey. Dont think too hard, you'll go blind." She was alot closer than before. Too close. I'm going to lose control. "I- I .. Too late." He replied not as smootly as he would have hoped, tapping his glasses. She smiled bashfully. "I suppose your right. You just look like somethings bugging you." Damn girls smarter than she looks .. "It's really fine .. But thanks." He quickly added before excusing himself to the washroom.
He took his glasses off and thoroughly washed his face in the cold water. He stared at the reflection looking back at him. What was wrong with him? He was letting haruhi get to him. But .. She was the only one who could see through him. He kept replaying that moment in his head 'Don't think too hard, You'll go blind .. 'Somehow, a girl as delicate as her had seen through his lies. She had a way with that.
Like in the supermarket, when she was determined that there was good in Kyoya. Funny. He knew how selfish he really was though. there was also that time in the beach his family owned when he threatened to take advantage of her. He surprised her. But she wasnt convinced. She beleived that he wouldnt do he didnt. He knew, if he ever did .. It would be of her own free will. And to think she was worried about me ..
Haruhi finished her work in music room #3 AKA Host club headquarters. She stashed the ancient broom in the closet and grabbed her coat from the back of the music room. She yawned extensively. Noticing the couch to her right, she plopped down onto it and rolled on her side. She let her thoughts wander .. to Kyoya. She couldnt help but wonder what was bothering him. She wished he would tell her and open up little. she liked to think they were friends. Even though she was forced into the whole club thing in the beginning.
She was starting to feel like she belonged in the club with everyone. Kyoya didnt seem to let many people in though, and she felt that he needed that. He was closest to Tamaki .. but she didnt know how much he shared with even him. Maybe she could be that someone .. Thats absurd. He has Tamaki to talk to. Before she knew it she drifted off to sleep with these troubling thoughts racing around her head mercilessly.
Kyoya walked the halls of Ouran Academy back towards the club room. He had left his stuff there including his laptop with all of his data. He would have to work on the clubs stocks later that night .. Opening the door to music room #3 gracefully, he was surprised to find Haruhi sound asleep on the back couch. He thought she would have left .. Maybe she was up all night with her studies? He couldnt help but admire her, she was truly beautiful. He made his way to the back of the room as if on a spell and stood before her sleeping body mesmerized.
Her hair was a brustled out of place by how she was laying down, her chocolate brown eyes hidden behind her lids. She looked perfectly content and perfectly gorgeous. He now knew he couldnt refuse his true desires for his father. Haruhi was something special. the girls he flirted with all day were just fake and had no capability of stealing his heart like this beau did. He soundlessly sat down on the couch beside her and found his hand and wandered along her porcelain skin, he gently ruffled her soft hair. He wasnt thinking. He wasnt in control of the situation anymore, he was too caught up in this moment. He placed his hand on her cheek again carrassing the soft sin. She stirred and he bit his lip. What am I doing?
"Kyouya .. ?" Haruhi sat up, slightly groggy. Her face was literally inches away from his. It was all too much. He didnt say anything. He placed his other hand on her right cheek, cupping her face he placed his lips on hers. Haruhi responded to the kiss with much vigor. Electricity shot down his body. He found her fingers in his hair as he deepened the kiss, desperate to have more of her. "H-Haruhi .. " He couldnt help but moan into her soft lips. Hesitant at first, she let her tongue roam among his lips. He granted her entrance, gasping. She gripped tufts of his sleek black hair by now, desperately. Her tongue was having a dance with his in a graceful waltz. Kyoya's hands slid down her body to stop at her hips. She pulled away from his lips just to bury her face along the side of his neck.
"Oh .. Kyouya .. " She moaned before letting her tongue roam against his hot flesh. He couldnt hide his pleasure as a soft moan escaped his lips. He gripped her hips harder, no words were needed as he unbuttoned her shirt. Kyoya began to slip it off her shoulders when he stopped right there. He couldnt. Haruhi wasnt .. He couldnt just take her like that. He had no right. " Kyoya .. Tell me whats wrong. " Haruhi was facing him now, her brows were furrowed in deep concern. He pulled her sleeves back up her arms before turning away. " I can't do this to you. I dont know what you want but if anything It's not me. Of all people, I'd be the one to hurt you." Haruhi thought her heart would break by this point. Kyoya was hurting. She could feel him beyond his words. She honestly felt connected to him, like they had become one. She had never been more sure of anything her life. She wanted him. No .She needed him.
Slowly, as to not startle him, she wrapped her arms around his turned body and rested her head on his left shoulder and nuzzled his neck soothingly. "I know you dont mean that." At this he froze, his fists clenched. He didnt understand. He open his mouth to form some kind of reply but as nothing came out, he clammed it shut. "Your shaking .. Kyouya, don't even try to tell me that kiss meant nothing. I know you'll just be lying .."
He shook his head in disbelief at what she was saying. He, Kyouya Ootori had lost control. And now she knew. "Haruhi .. I think its best you keep your distance from me for now on." He uttered in the coldest voice he could manage. Haruhi's grip on him tightened and he felt her silent tears roll off her cheeks and land on his skin. At that very moment he wanted nothing more than to hold her and tell her he didnt mean it. He wanted to cry with her, he had made a mistake. He had made her cry and he would never forgive himself for that. He lifted her hands from his shoulders, ever so slowly turned ot face her and embraced her for only a moment to whisper a quiet "I'm sorry."
Kyouya had left with that. Left Haruhi all alone in music room 3, to sob uncontollably. She should have known better than that. She would never have anything she wanted, it would always be taken away. Ofcoarse, life had to just give her a taste of happiness before abrubtly shoving her out in t he cold. She was used to it, but it still hurt like a slap in the face. Kyouya had been clsoe to letting her in. Perhaps he did, let her in that door, if only just cracking it open ajar. That means next time, she would have to jam her tiny little foot in it, so he couldnt slam it in her face again. would fit herself into his life, his little jigsaw of one, she could be his missing puzzle peice.