Kyouya couldn't take his eyes off her. There was something about her tonight, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He has already stared at her for the better part of the evening and the people around him were already starting to notice.
"Kyouya-san? We were asking your opinion on the take-over of the Mitsomoto Corp?" said one of Yoshio Ootori's friends and cronies.
"Never mind. We understand. You are newly married, right? Your new wife is lovely." said the chairman of one of the major electronics companies in Tokyo.
"Er." This lack of anything intelligent to say was a novel experience for Kyouyi Ootori. Well, this is disconcerting. Just one month of marriage and already she's wreaking havoc in my otherwise orderly life.
Later, he found himself leaning against one of the columns of the ballroom, yet again staring at his wife. There was something…sexier about her aura tonight – something making her more desirable. He already noticed the number of men surrounding her.
Then as if she felt his eyes on her, she glanced up and met his gaze. She gave a subtle seductive look, challenging almost, then she slowly licked her lips
God, she's making me hot. I ought to go there and drag her home. What is it about her tonight?
This wasn't the first function he and Haruhi have attended since they got married. It wasn't the first time he has seen her all dressed up. But this was the first he wanted to rush away from a business function so that he could see her completely dressed down.
Haruhi continued with her game. She raised her hand to her nape then she languidly stroked down the expanse of her throat, across her collarbone, the upper swells of her breasts, revealed by the tube gown, before her hand resettled at her side. She looked at him again, her elegant eyebrow raised in invitation, challenge and question.
Why, that little tease.
He has already made up his mind to grab her and take her straight home to teach her a lesson, when yet another young buck joined her group of fawning admirers. He growled low in his throat.
"Did you really just growl?" Kaoru said, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, sharing the same pillar he was leaning on.
Haruhi, who seemed aware that she had almost pushed her husband to the limit, glanced at him again but instead of making another seductive move, she gave him her natural rookie smile and winked.
"Ok that's it!" Kyouya shoved away from the column and started to stalk towards Haruhi, who noticed the move and started to look alarmed.
Kyouya walked purposely towards her. He had taken but a few steps when he heard Kaoru call out to him.
"Oi, Kyouya!"
Never one to take kindly to any kind of interruption, he glanced back irately at Kaoru, and bit out, "What?"
"It's called a push up bra."
xXx
A quote from the society gossip column the next day:
And at yesterday's function hosted by the Ootori Group, the early absence of the company's president Kyouya Ootori and his wife, lawyer Haruhi Fujioka, now Ootori, did not go unnoticed. Especially since their untimely exit was precipitated by Mr. Ootori, half-dragging, half-hauling his new bride away in a decidedly, scandalously exciting manner.
No doubt what's gonna happen there next. Who would have known Japan's Most Eligible Bachelor would take to marriage so easily and willingly? Congratulations again Atty. Fujioka for being Japan's proverbial Cinderella and catching the ultimate Prince Charming. And thank you for reminding us that happily-ever-after does exist.
Haruna Morimoto
A quote from the files of the Personnel Department of the society gossip column, that same day, hours after release of publication:
Dear Ms. Morimoto:
We regretfully inform you that your employment with this company has been terminated for reasons that we cannot disclose. Suffice it to say that we have found dissatisfaction at your manner of carrying out your duties….
And somewhere, after a short interruption in his much needed sleep, Kyouya Ootori got back into bed and wrapped his arms around the sleeping form of his exhausted wife.
xXxXx
Kyouya couldn't take his eyes off her. There was something about her tonight, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He has already stared at her for the better part of the evening and the people around him were already starting to notice.
"Kyouya? We were asking your opinion about getting elephants for the Tokyo Chamber of Commerce parade." said Tamaki.
"What?" The lack of any intelligent and suitably scathing reply from the Shadow King was an experience the Host Club would cherish (and hold over his head) forever. Well, this is disconcerting. After two years of marriage, I thought I already got over these urges.
"Tamaki." Mori said. Tamaki took that to mean Stop bugging Kyouya. So he shrugged and continued his conversation with Kaoru and Hikaru.
Kyouya , oblivious to the world, continued with his musings. There was just something…sexier about her tonight – something making her glow, making her more desirable. Then as if she felt his eyes on her, she glanced up and met his gaze. And replaying a not-too-long-ago-scene, she gave a subtle seductive look, challenging almost, then she slowly licked her lips
God, she's still making me hot. I ought to go there and drag her home. What is it about her tonight?
Haruhi continued with her game. She raised her hand to her nape then she languidly stroked down the expanse of her throat, across her collarbone, the upper swells of her breasts, revealed by the tube gown, before her hand settled at her flat stomach. She looked at him again, her elegant eyebrow raised in invitation, challenge and question.
Why, that little tease.
He has already made up his mind to grab her and take her straight home to teach her a lesson, when Haruhi excused herself from her group of admirers and walked towards him – not in her usual brisk, straightforward stride, but in a slinky, sexy, seductive pace. He growled low in his throat.
"Kyo-chan, did you really just growl? Honey asked.
Haruhi, who seemed aware that she had almost pushed her husband to the limit, glanced at him again but instead of making another seductive move, she gave him her natural rookie smile and winked as she joined the group.
"Haru-chan!" Honey exclaimed.
Kyouya, decided to play Haruhi's game.
"Another push-up bra, Haruhi?" Kyouya asked with a smirk. He fully expected her to chide him for the outrageous question.
While the rest of the Host Club members sputtered and coughed, Haruhi merely blushed and shook her head. Then she said,
"No, Kyouya. It's called pregnancy."
xXx
A quote from the files of the Personnel Department of the society gossip column, a week after the termination of Haruna Morimoto, two years ago:
Fukuda, Fuyuma, Fujioka and Associates
Attorneys-at-Law
Tokyo City
To the Head of the Personnel Department:
It was brought to our attention that one of your employees, a Ms. Haruna Morimoto, has been wrongfully terminated due to an unspecified reason. For all intents and purposes, your termination of Mr. Morimoto has violated the Labor Code and we recommend the immediate reinstating of Ms. Morimoto to her previous post. Failure to do so would require us to press charges and prosecute to the fullest extent of the law.
Please also be advised that said "unspecified reason" has been dealt with and will no longer pose a problem in the foreseeable future, thereby allowing Ms. Morimoto to carry out her duties to your satisfaction.
Sincerely,
Haruhi Fujioka Ootori
A quote from a recent society gossip column:
And at yesterday's function hosted by the Ootori Group, the early absence of the company's president Kyouya Ootori and his wife, Haruhi Fujioka, did not go unnoticed. Especially since their untimely exit was precipitated by Mrs. Ootori, half-dragging, half-hauling her husband away, apparently in pursuit of ootoro and out-of-season strawberries, which apparently were missing from the menu.
No idea what's gonna happen there next. Mr. Ootori is fast becoming the foremost candidate for the Husband of the Year Award. Who would have known Japan's most accommodating labor lawyer could turn into a shrew three months into her pregnancy? Good luck to Mr. Ootori as he faces no doubt the most difficult "labor" problem of his life.
Haruna Morimoto
And somewhere, Kyouya Ootori was still dead to the world, his sleep uninterrupted despite his wife's shrieks of "I am going to sue that woman!"