The halls were dark, the windows black and gleaming against the full moon. The all hallows eve wind blew through the school halls making them eerier than they were a few seconds before. The walls flew by at their terrified run. Haruhi's breath panted out and tears of strain stung her eyes but she knew no bounds in this one moment of childish fear. Hikaru raced behind her just as fearful just as childish in his retreat but neither thought, neither hesitated when that ghost appeared, fake or not, fleeing was the only choice.
The rope was invisible, barely there in the pale light of the moon, but then again they weren't staring at their feet, so they couldn't see that it was there waiting to trip them and trip them it did. They were caught up in the net before they knew what happened. Haruhi sat awkwardly curled up in Hikaru's lap.
"H-Haruhi." Hikaru stuttered. "Are you alright?" She moved a little and lifted her face, flushed, to look at him.
"I think so." She mumbled ignoring the pumping of her still speeding heart. She adjusted so that she was mostly on the thick net that kept her and Hikaru trapped so close together. Haruhi didn't see the disappointment flicker across his face while she dug through her pockets for something.
"What are you looking for?"
"My sewing kit so that we can get out of this." At that she pulled out a small sewing kit for quick fixed.
"Amazing Haruhi has something relatively girly." She glared at him but he didn't smile back.
His face flush and his breath caught when she leaned over him to reach the rope over his head.
"What are you doing?"
"Bear with me it's the only way to get to the main rope. It'll only take a second."
He swallowed hard and shook his head, "It's not bearing that I have a problem with." He was very much aware that she was a girl now. Her chest nearly touched his face and her neck was just a few inches away from his lips. It was tempting, oh so tempting, he'd never felt this way about a girl before, but what if he choose to follow this new desire.
She felt his hand cup her hips first and thought nothing of it, he was bracing himself and her that was all, there was no need for the skitter that ran along her skin or the thrill of having him touch her. There was nothing intimate about this but when she looked down at him to prove it to herself she knew she was dead wrong and thanked god for it, her scissors clatters to the floor.
Her eyes were amazing; deep drown that you could almost drown in. They took him in and entranced him, inviting him. Her lips parted to say something, perhaps to brush off this strange encounter but Hikaru lowered her slowly, giving her plenty of time to protest and she said nothing. He touched her lips with his gently, tentatively, inviting. Those marvelous eyes closed and her sigh was the only permission he needed. He traced her face with his fingers, light as butterfly wings along the cream of her skin.
He felt her quiver and never knew he could feel so good. His name was breathed from her lips and sang through is blood like ecstasy. He would never again look at Haruhi the same. His fingers found their way, as if on their own into her short hair and it was like silk, pure silk in every strand. Her head fell back into his hands exposing the line of her neck. He pressed his lips to her collarbone, rained light kisses up her throat to her jaw line and nipped lightly, her quick inhale left his immortal.
He lifted her lips to his again tasted the new passion there. They were both new at this and it was so much better that way, there was nothing like new… what was this? Love? Lust? Whatever it was it tasted fabulous on her lips. She opened for him, heart and soul, while her lips parted ever so slightly to allow Hikaru a taste of heaven before the rest of the host club started calling their names.
"What do we do about…?"
"Let's keep this between us, until we understand it."
She nodded and smiled, "Our little secret."
He laughed and kissed her again pleased to watch her eyes go misty and stunned.
"Yes, it's our little secret."
