Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.

Notes: I've written this around episode 8, this is my first Host story.

Kiss

Haruhi looks at the man only a year older than herself, her short brown fringe falling slightly into her eyes and her brown orbs wide as she looks at the black haired man.

Just seconds ago he turned off his lights and told her she could pay for those flowers… with her body.

And now she's looking at him, his hands on either side of her shoulders, his coldish beautiful gray eyes piercing hers making her heart race wildly and her mind coming up with vivid images.

None of them had her protesting.

It's the first time, Haruhi notices, that she has been this close to Kyoya and until now she has never seen what the girls liked about him.

He was cold, cruel; it seemed he didn't want anything other than money and he was so damn proud.

But up close she could the way his lips curved their way into a wicked smirk, she could see the depths of those gray eyes of his; she could see how hard he has tried to please his father only to fail.

His past, present and future was written all over his face and it felt to her almost like he was bearing his soul in the darkness of the room.

And for just a second, only a split second, she wondered what it would be like to kiss this shadow king.

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Drabble finished, written by Jessica.

I hope this wasn't too bad or seemed too rushed.