A.N. first fic for ouran
disclaimer: dont own it at all.
Haruhi was at his doorstep again. Her tears were slowly falling down her face, in a rather beautiful way. Kyouya looked at her and instantly felt the urge to protect her, ushering her inside. Once inside her sobs began to grow, becoming louder. Most girls are ugly criers, Kyouya thought, but Haruhi looks like she's a weeping angel. The sounds proved otherwise. Throughout the tears her voice dragged on about how it was hopeless, how it wasn't going to work out. She felt him stroke her shoulder, As he sat down next to her. He resisted the urge to tell her to shut up.
Bringing himself closer to her, he pressed his lips on hers. Warm and soft, a sensation spread across her tear-filled face. She finally lost the ability to speak and her crying ceased. A smile spread across his mouth as she returned the kiss. Suddenly realizing the fate if this continued, Kyouya opened his eyes.
How had he let it come to this, he thought as he broke the kiss. She's my best friend's girl, but it was the only way to make her quiet. Kyouya looked at Haruhi. It was the last resort to make her calm down. All logic was lost in her sobs about her and Tamaki's latest fight. They had been having many rows lately, and somehow Haruhi always ended up coming to Kyouya for advice, but never had he ever attempted to kiss her like that.
Quickly he said to Haruhi whose face was a bright scarlett colour – mostly from crying, but even more so now from the realization that she had kissed Kyouya willing – "Haruhi, it was… I just had to make you stop." He knew he was partially lying, but he had put his feelings on hold because of his best friend.
"I see."
Kyouya looked down, "I think its best we keep this between us."