In case no one's realized...I post everything I publish~ Personal feelings about it or not....x333
Here~! Have my first, official HikaHaru fic - a ship I never thought I'd sail on (mainly because...I lack inspiration for it). But this just...struck me today~! xDD Actually, I got a little stuck at the end and I personally find it a bit funny that I reverted to mah favorite KyouKao-ness (just a little bit of it). Anyway, I hope you enjoy this - and think of the wedding!!
Waiting On You
"Hey, Haruhi," he started tentatively, feeling the need to twist and pull his hands self consciously. He could practically feel her gaze on him, penetrating as always.
"Yes, Hikaru?" she responded simply, head cocked to the side. Her hands, in turn, are still and settled easily in her lap on the plush sofa. She leaned away from his torso so as to better evaluate his face, expression, emotion and mood; however finding it disappointingly conflicted.
His mouth is dry, even as he swallows. "I was thinking...Let's not get married."
There is confusion laced in her eyebrows, told by the little crease of skin that appears even as she tells him "Alright" and feels his arm tighten around her shoulders. The brunette woman does not pry, knowing that if she did, the most likely answer she would get would be the type that was not properly formulated, immature, and did more damage than repair.
Even as the wind and the snow whips against the fogged glass windows, and as the comedic and loud characters on the television screen yell, scream and cry, a tentative and thick atmosphere settled over the living room - the kind born of improperly communicated feelings, misunderstandings and the inability to correct them. It was dark, heavy and uncomfortably.
Kaoru sighed, rolling his eyes up to wink suggestively at Kyouya - who's lap his head currently occupied - before pointedly nudging Hikaru's thigh with his toes. The older red head jumped, and both of the darker-haired couple blinked at the sprawled red head, one blinking owlishly and the other wide eyed in curiosity.
"He means yet, Haruhi," the younger interpreted for the thousandth time since they had ever met the short brunette commoner. "Yet."
It may not seem like proper closure...But that's because I write between the lines, which means you must read as such~! xDDDD Anyway, if you enjoyed it and you know it - raise your hand (and review!) If I get any inspiration, I might continue this - perhaps with the actual marriage/wedding.
Aaaaaaaaannnnndddddd - MY 70TH STORY! WHOO!