A/N: Hello, my pretties. New story! May make some characters slightly OOC in this story, just for my amusement, but we'll see! Hope you enjoy~
Tamaki Suou (14:08) - Haruhi! Daddy wants to see you ASAP!
Haruhi Fujioka (14:10) - Sorry, sempai. Busy today
Tamaki Suou (14:10) - Haruhiiiiiiiiii :(
Haruhi Fujioka (14:15) - No.
Tamaki Suou (14:16) - Is it the twins!?
Tamaki Suou (14:19) - DON'T LET THEM TOUCH YOU
Tamaki Suou (14:27) - MY DAUGHTER SHOULD STAY PURE UNTIL SHE IS MARRIED
Tamaki Suou (14:33) - DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?
Tamaki Suou (14:36) - Haruhi…?
Tamaki Suou (14:39) - WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME?
At this point I turned my phone onto silent. As much as I loved the half French boy, he could be a real pain in the ass. Study needed to be at the forefront of my mind but every little thing was managing to distract me today. First it was my wardrobe looking slightly untidy so I reorganised every piece of clothing I owned. Then it was the lack of coffee left in the cupboard, so I had to run out to the shop and buy some more. Now I was aimlessly staring off into space after Tamaki interrupted me. Today was not my day.
I looked back down at the flashing screen of my phone. Nine more unread messages. A sigh escaped my lips as I flipped open the phone and began reading over them.
Tamaki Suou (14:40) – Don't you love Daddy anymore?
Tamaki Suou (14:45) – are you dead?!
Tamaki Suou (14:48) – kidnapped?
Tamaki Suou (14:49)– don't worry mon ami! We'll find you and the gypsies that took you!
Tamaki Suou (14:51) – YOU'LL BE BACK IN YOUR DADDY'S ARMS SAFE AND SOUND VERY VERY SOON
Tamaki Suou (14:56) – the twins called me crazy, tell them I'm not crazy!
Tamaki Suou (14:59) – Haruhi pls :( :( :(
Tamaki Suou (15:02) – STOP IGNORING MEEEEEEE /3
Kyoya Ootori (15:03) – Haruhi, could you please just reply to the idiot so I can get some work done already?
After overcoming the shock of actually receiving a text from the Shadow King, I couldn't help but chuckle. I toyed with the idea of actually texting them both back, but what would I say? If I replied to Tamaki then my day of studying would be non-existent, well, more so than it already had become. But I could take advantage of annoying Kyoya some more without his steely eyes instilling the fear of god into me.
Haruhi Fujioka (15:06) – Why should I? I might get some work done while he bothers you instead, hahahaha
As soon as I pressed send, I regretted it. It was like waving a bright red rag in front of a bull. I truly was an idiot. Clutching the phone to my chest, I could feel my heart pumping furiously through my thin shirt. My mind focussed on the supposedly 'cool' member of the host club as I waited for his inevitable retort. I knew very little about him, but if I had to admit it, he was probably the most tolerable of the hosts. He wasn't ridiculously immature and was beyond intelligent. He was the only one that treated me like a real human being and tended not to invade my personal space, other than obtaining random pieces of information from my father which I still hadn't forgiven him for.
I looked back down at my phone; four unread messages. Blocking Tamaki's number was becoming tempting.
Tamaki Suou (15:08) - :'( :'( :'(
Tamaki Suou (15:11) – What has Daddy done?
Tamaki Suou (15:13) – HONEY SEMPAI WANTS TO KNOW IF YOU WANT TO SHARE SOME CAKE WITH US. Daddy will save all the strawberry one's for you…!
Kyoya Ootori (15:15) – I think you forget who you're dealing with. I might just suggest that he come pay you a visit.
I stared bug eyed at my phone. A visit from Tamaki was not what I needed right now. Plus, if my dad came home to find Tamaki in here with me, alone, then he might just kill the boy. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. My fingers stroked the key pad as I thought of how to respond without angering the beast too much.
Haruhi Fujioka (15:20) – And maybe I'll just lock the door. Or I could always go out, I'm sure Tamaki would love to drag you on some mad witch hunt for his 'kidnapped little darling'.
Sending this message didn't fill me with as much dread as the last one. I went back through my inbox and deleted all the messages left from Tamaki. His nonsense wasn't worth filling up my inbox. My eyes flickered back to the textbook lying in front of me. Its pages, usually so enticing, were lulling me into a state of immense boredom. I closed the textbook and set it down on the floor, allowing myself to get comfortable on the bed as I awaited the next reply. The anticipation made the time pass much more slowly but at least I had found some source of amusement for the time being.
Kyoya Ootori (15:28) – No worries, Ranka gave me a spare key in case of emergencies. If you go out, then I'm increasing your debt by 10%. Enough of my time is being wasted as it is. 19 unread messages and 12 missed calls are too many.
Sometimes I'd like to kill my dad. Why the hell would he give Kyoya a key? He's only ever been in the house once. My father was far too infatuated with the Ootori boy. I wasn't entirely sure what he found so attractive. Sure, he was handsome, tall, wealthy and intelligent. But the man was as cold as ice. Robotic even. Devil incarnate.
Haruhi Fujioka (15:34)– Why my father loves you so much is beyond me. I want that key back. 10%? I can work that off in a month. Time for a little stroll I think.
PS. I don't envy you. He hasn't dared to call me, hahaha
I didn't bother getting out of bed. He didn't have to know that I wasn't leaving the house. Riling him up a little was enough exertion and my bed was becoming more and more comfortable as the minutes passed by. More texts filed into my inbox, Tamaki's name flashing on the screen each time. I didn't bother to open them and hit delete as each irritating message flashed their greetings.
Kyoya Ootori (15:47) – Your father doesn't 'love me'. He merely trusts me. No can do. Don't make me laugh, I bet you can't even drag yourself out of bed. And a month? Don't flatter yourself. P.S. I hate you.
Laughter burst from my lips this time. All I could imagine was a pouting Shadow King glaring at his phone. The fact that he could accurately depict what I was doing right now didn't freak me out as much as it probably should have done. The Ootori boy always knew.
Haruhi Fujioka (15:53)– Trust me, he'd marry you if he could. Give it back or I'll sic both Tamaki and the twins on you for the rest of the weekend. You? Laugh? I didn't think robots could laugh. P.S. I hate you too.
It didn't take as long for him to reply this time. It seems I had distracted him from his work more than he had anticipated. The idea of receiving the full attention of the devious busybody that was Kyoya, was unnerving but also somewhat flattering.
Kyoya Ootori (15:55) – I don't think your father is my type, sorry. You wouldn't dare. Being a robot would be much easier. Unfortunately I'm all human, emotions and all. P.S. I'm glad we could agree on something.
Haruhi Fujioka (15:58) – This is the most conversation I've ever gotten out of you before.
I thought about erasing the words and just providing a real reply to what he had just sent me, but I had already pressed send without my mind completely processing the action first. Yanking the covers up around my shoulders, I got myself comfortable as I waited for a response. Tamaki's new unread messages lay forgotten in the depths of my inbox.
Kyoya Ootori (16:01) – Talking means I'm not working, which makes it a waste of time.
I stared at the words on the screen until the letters blurred into each other in an illegible mess. The answer was typical Kyoya, but it contradicted the fact that here he was, talking to me about something other than financial records of the host club and how I need to improve my hosting designations each week. Maybe I'm talking to an imposter and for a moment I considered asking where the real Kyoya had gone.
Haruhi Fujioka (16:08) – Then what's different now?
His reply seemed instant.
Kyoya Ootori (16:09)– I'm not sure.
The amusement I had felt at the beginning of this texting session had ebbed away and left me thoughtful. My phone was left discarded next to my forgotten textbook on the floor as I nuzzled into the pillows. I had no real response to provide Kyoya with, but as I drifted off into a light afternoon nap, the Shadow King was wandering through my thoughts.