I was thinking a lot about writing some fanfics and this one came to mind. I can't get it out of my head so I decided to write the story for it! Some warning…I got those acryllic nails and my word doesn't have spellcheck so if I miss a few mistakes I apologize in advance. Read and Review but most of all, enjoy! And by the way, if you have seen this before it is mine I just took it down for a while before getting back into it.
Affections and Attention
Chapter One
Hisoka bowed before her new husband, handing him his breakfast. She had her usual soft smile on her pale face and her dark blue eyes gleamed. Her long dark hair fell lose from its braid that was draped over her shoulder. She was wearing a simple blouse and jeans for the moment, being as there weren't any meetings to attend for the day.
Her husband didn't even glance at her as he hesitantly took the tray from her and set in on the one bare spot on his desk. His laptop glared at him, revealing all the work he had to complete for the day. Although the bright side to that was that he wouldn't have to leave the safety of his study. He started nibbling on one of the pieces of toast and continued his work, eyes never leaving the screen.
Hisoka just stood and left the room, very familiar with this treatment. She had expected it from the beginning and she still expected it now, although she still had hope that she would eventually make an impression on him besides a business partner.
Kyouya and Hisoka had been married for almost four months now. Their engagement had lasted about seven months and in all that time she spent with him, he still had no feelings for her. Of course she had expected it at the beginning but by now she had hoped that he would have some sort of attraction to her. However, she was wrong.
It had been an arranged marriage. She had developed feelings for him while they were in Ouran academy although she never bothered him like many of his other fangirls. She was more reserved and knew how much it might bother him. She also knew that she didn't want to have her heart broken, knowing the intentions of the Host Club. She was from a prestigious family that had many dealings with the Ohtori family which led up to their current situation.
She also knew from the beginning that Kyouya had feelings for another but everyone knew that the woman he loved would never be his. Her heart belonged to that of Tamaki Suoh. Hisoka couldn't blame Haruhi for how Kyouya treated her. In fact, Hisoka had made a point to be friends with Haruhi, knowing jealousy would get her nowhere.
She retreated into her own room and sat down on the bed, taking a deep breath. She'd only slept in the same bed as him for a week. The whole of their honeymoon and the first day in their new home. By that time she knew that he wasn't pleased with them sharing a bed so she promptly moved herself into a separate bedroom far enough away to give him his space. As much as he only considered her a partner, he hadn't really realised how dependant he was on her.
Even though the house was full of servants to cater to their every need, Hisoka made sure to bring him all three meals when he was working, and made sure he was in bed and got up at decent hours. She was also there when he was frustrated with work and also made sure to make herself scarce when he was in a foul mood. It had become routine really, and he had fallen into it rather easily. Although however much she wanted to break away from the routine into something more a couple would do, she couldn't bring herself to upset him.
She pondered on how much longer it would take for him to notice her…or at least appreciate her…but the thought was immediately interrupted but the need to use the bathroom. She hurried into her private one and hurled the contents of her meager breakfast into the toilet. It was a few minutews before she was dry heaving and then done. She wiped her mouth and forced back the tears threatening to come. She was hoping it would be soon being as she found herself to be pregnant not to long ago. However she wasn't sure how to break the news to him.
She started brushing her teeth thuroughly, glad that the morning sickness would be no longer haunting her as time wore on. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hide it. She'd been trying to think when to break the news to him and no matter the time of day, it all seemed so wrong. She just couldn't figure out an easy way to break it to him without possibly upsetting him.
She spit the contents out of her mouth into the sink and turned the faucet on. She waited a moment before turning it off and setting aside her toothbrush. She decided to crawl back under the safety of the covers until she would go retrieve his empty tray so he could continue his work without having dishes in his way.
She knocked lightly and entered his study, satisfied to find that he had eaten everything. She had thought it kind of silly but also kind of cute that he never could seem to remember when to get food for himself. She picked up the tray and headed to the door. He mumbled something about the breakfast being good and how busy he was beofre she left, always to make sure that he knew she was listening.
When she got to the kitchens she passed the empty tray to one of the cooks who just smiled and bowed before making it disappear to be washed. She felt an unpleasant churn in her stomach but managed to keep from dry heaving before leaving the room. She had a hand pressed to her stomach which was a bit pudgy from the weight gain caused by the baby. It wasn't that noticable yet unless she weqring skin tight clothing but that extremely rare.
"Mrs. Ohtori, you have a guest. I believe it is Mrs. Suoh," said the butler as he blocked her path from heading to the expansive library they had in the mansion. She nodded and headed to the front door and greeted Haruhi with a smile.
"I'm sorry to drop by unexpectedly but I felt like we should go do something. Tamaki is away on a trip and you've been hiding yourself here since you got married. Besides, we haven't done anything in a while anyways," she said with a smile. She was dressed in jeans and a simple shirt too.
Hisoka pondered the idea and decided that talking to Haruhi would make her feel better. Besides, Haruhi had grown on her since they had been friends. She invited her in and lead her up to the library. She didn't want to leave, considering that she didn't want to leave Kyouya without someone to give him lunch when he needed it most. Mainly just because she wanted to do it herself.
They sat down on some comfortable couches in the back of the extensive room, hidden from the door. Hisoka sighed, glad to be off her feet again. Haruhi sat opposite of her and looked around, shaking her head slightly. "I still can't get used to all this rich stuff. Even after being with Tamaki for over a year," she said befoire turning her attention back to Hisoka.
"Things haven't changed between you two, have they," she said with a slightly disappointed sigh. Even though Haruhi was clueless when it came to her own love life, she noticed a lot about other people and their own relationships. She just happened to know a lot about Kyouya ad Hisoka;s, mainly form what Hisoka had shared with her.
Hisoka blushed and shook her head. "I've given him space but I'm still there for him. Nothing seems to be working…"
"How many times have I got to tell y0ou that oyu must tell him how you feel! You're never going to get anywhere by being quiet and not taking action," Haruhi said, folding her arms and leaning back into the couch.
"I can't do that…I don't want to hear him tell me he'll never return those feelings for me again…I still have hope and I don't want to lose that. Besides, the conversation would only upset him and I don't want to do that," she protested.
Haruhi shook her head, knowing she'd never win. "Come on Soka, you've been in love with him for years. You've put up with his attitude and working behaviors for months. You deserve to tell him how you feel."
Hisoka shook her head. "You know I won't do it. I'll just win him over, little by little…but hopefully soon enough."
"It's not going to happen unless you do something. Even though he is the smartest guy I know, he's been pretty oblivious to his own love life. However, I sometimes think it's on purpose. Probably because he doesn't know what to do about it," Haruhi said, muttering the last part. Kyouya was amazsingly intelligent, but when it came to other people and their emotions, including his own, he never seemed quite sure what to do.
"Haruhi…I have to tell you something that I haven't told anyone else, even the staff aren't aware," Hisoka said in a soft voice. She clutched her upset stomach and focused on an expensive rug on the floor. "I'm pregnant."
Haruhi was definitely in shock. One, because she thought Kyouya would have used means of protection, and two, because she didn't think this sort of thing would happen to the quiet Soka she knew. "And how do you plan on telling him?"
Hisoka shrugged uncomfortably, "I just don't know."
