Firstly, I do not own OHSHC
Secondly, this is a corrected version of the first chapter, I read through it on word and found zillions of mistakes, I was horrified and corrected it straight away!!!
She was late, not that that was unusual, she was nearly always late for these meetings. After all, she held them under the same category as he did; useless. Not that she actually missed any of them, she was too afraid of him raising her debt to do that, and he would, of course, raise her debt for abandoning him like that in a den of incompetent fools with no mental stimulation. Yes, her conversations were up to his mark, brimming with underlying intelligence hidden in that pure innocence and naivety that just couldn't be a mask, well he hoped not anyway, that would rather spoil his fun for his next side comment. He had been gradually asking more and more personal questions every time she arrived late, punishment and investigation. Two birds with one stone, he smiled it was almost a grimace.
"Gomen nasai! Gomen…" Haruhi trailed off as she saw his face, the grimace set and a question forming on his lips.
"Nice that you've finally found time in your hectic schedule. Did you have a fun time with your lover, Haruhi?" He let the word 'lover' escape his lips with a purr, Haruhi stared at him incredulously.
"Kyouya Sempai? I-" Haruhi was cut off as Tamaki, a soppy idiot with blonde hair, purple eyes and the disposition of a overly friendly, loyal dog, grabbed her and started weeping hysterically.
"No! My poor daughter, you CANNOT have a lover." He said the word as if it was a swearword "My beautiful daughter's innocence is ruined! Mum, how could you let this happen?!" Tamaki now turned on Kyouya, disgust and upset showing in his eyes.
Kyouya, however, was staring at the Twins who were performing the 'Haruhi's got a lover dance' with the chorus 'Haruhi's not a virgin, she's OURS!' somehow it was annoying him, and it was his idea. Haruhi blushed and mumbled something causing Huni, who had been quietly staring at Mori, to turn towards her and ask in an innocently sweet voice.
"What was that Haru-Chan?"
"I said, I DON'T HAVE A LOVER! FOR GOD'S SAKE, SHUT UP!" Haruhi screamed at Tamaki, who was currently weeping in a corner growing mushrooms, and the Twins who were still continuing their ridiculous dance and chant. Good this was the answer Kyouya had been wishing for, no obstacles, not that it would take much to get rid of them, but it would take effort. Kyouya quickly jotted this down on his laptop in the word document labelled "Haruhi". This was what he did every Host Club meeting, he monitored that Host Club's behaviour and attitude, sad to say it was mostly Haruhi's document open and yet it was still the one with the least information in.
"Oh really? Well Haruhi, that's nice to know, but to be honest we really don't need to know about your love life." Kyouya smirked looking at the shocked faces of the other club members, Huni was clinging onto Haruhi's leg and Mori was standing behind her, hands on her shoulders, both had protective looks and grips. Menacing bodyguards to say the least, Kyouya thought, interesting, he quickly noted it on his laptop.
"Does that mean that your not a virgin Haruhi?" Kaoru stalked up to her,
"Because, well, you never actually denied it..." Hikaru continued, putting an arm through Kaoru's and grinning devilishly at Haruhi's blushing face.
"Did you?" The Twins said in unison, having reached Haruhi and now stroking her shaking face. Huni glared at the Twins and Mori pulled Haruhi back into his chest even more protectively than before.
"Um- uh, well I, ah, um- I am a virgin..." Haruhi stuttered her regular blushes merging into one continuous one.
"You two, leave Haru-Chan alone..." Huni asked softly, but his gaze was nothing like soft, his eyes were as hard as steel, clearly warning them off.
"Yay! My daughter's still pure!" Tamaki yelled and launched himself at her, Mori neatly pulled her sideways so that he flew past, avoiding Haruhi altogether and slamming into the wall.
"Shut-up Tamaki-sempai. To be honest it's none of your business, I just didn't want you guys to get the wrong idea, that's all." Haruhi muttered glaring at the idiot king.
Kyouya was boiling, anger seeming to heat up even his ice heart, how could they touch her and fight over her so casually like she was theirs, oh how wrong they were, and soon, all too soon, they would find out how wrong they were. Haruhi was his, he wanted her and everyone knew that what Kyouya wants, Kyouya gets. Kyouya didn't notice that his hands were balled up in fists, that his eyes were narrowed into a dark, menacing and quite frankly, evil glare, aimed at almost everyone in the room. Everyone but Haruhi of course, he could never truly glare at his little, intelligent princess.
You see, that's what she was to him, a princess, she was intelligent, intensely so, she was kind on the eyes in a sort of cutesy way that Kyouya had never found interesting before, until he met it face to face and found the mind hidden by that false appearance, she dreamed big, not grand, but realistically big, a place she could get to on her own strengths, a dream that would make her a useful asset to the Ohtori family and their multiple businesses. She was also brave, as a commoner she had entered a prestigious school on a scholarship and yet people respected her to the max, when she was bullied she didn't make a sound, she would sacrifice all for her friends and, if she ever got one, her lover, she also didn't see her father as a shame to her because he cross-dressed, instead she helped him, got along with him even and put up with his Tamaki-like attitudes. Haruhi had been kidnapped a total of two times, if Kyouya remembered rightly, and yet she hadn't complained, nor cried. In fact the only time he had heard of her crying was when she was afraid of the thunder and lightening that terrified her so dearly.
Yes, indeed Haruhi was perfect for Kyouya Ohtori, the man that would beat the odds of being the third son and be the most successful, perhaps not owning his father's company, it didn't matter to him anyway, but maybe heading his own successful company, with Haruhi beside him, and her last name would certainly be Ohtori... he wouldn't have it any other way.
However, Kyouya hadn't seen the fuss that was now building up around Haruhi as he was daydreaming about the near future, or at least how he pictured it, the Twins were practically growling at Huni, who was growling back, Tamaki was yelling non-sensually to Mori about how his beautiful face was ruined and how Haruhi would love her dear father no more, as soon as Kyouya heard this he whipped his head round though, he quickly saw the mania that was now going on, they were fighting over his dear Haruhi like wild animals. Kyouya saw his opening, both Huni and Mori had let go off Haruhi to fend off the others, particularly unobservant for those two, Kyouya noted. Kyouya quickly strode forward and picked Haruhi up, bridal style, her face was crossed with indignity and confusion.
"Don't worry... the hormones has got the best of them, it's better that we get you home right now instead of trying to carry on this useless meeting, they might try ripping each other apart with their teeth, or in Hunny and Mori-Sempai's cases, their bare hands." Kyouya strode out of the hectic room, Haruhi speechless in his arms and he left the school building immediately. Stage 1 of his plan complete, now just to get Haruhi into the limo, then there would be no escape chances.
Haruhi's and Kyouya's absences weren't noticed until two hours later when the other members turned around for their opinion, only to find that they had both left, seemingly willingly. Kyouya watched from a small monitor and laughed at their apparent surprise on their face, Tamaki's face had dropped like an abandoned dog, this was so much more fun than Kyouya had imagined it would be. Though he did feel guilty about one thing:
Flashback:
Haruhi soon came to her senses as they left the overly noisy school, surely no other school was so noisy two hours after school had actually ended? Apparently Ouran Students enjoyed school so much that they stayed their for hours after the end of it.
"Kyouya-sempai?" Haruhi asked as she surveyed her surroundings, realising vaguely that they had left the rest of the manic Host Club behind and where heading for a long, sleek, black vehicle- a limo and by the looks of it one belonging to a certain Kyouya Ohtori.
"Yes, Haruhi?" Though Kyouya pretty much knew what Haruhi wanted to ask he thought he might as well just give her the chance to ask him, instead of him interrupting her and answering and getting it completely wrong much to his embarrassment.
"Why are we heading towards your limo? I can quite perfectly walk home you know." So he was right, well he had that explanation worked out completely before so that she would see fit to drop her absurd formalities and stubbornness and accept his apparent worry for her safety and let him drive her home.
"Ah." Kyouya paused for dramatic effect and caused a worried look to cross his face. "You see, there's been a lot of cases of kidnappings going on recently, its been kept undercover though... not that you can keep anything undercover when I'm concerned. So therefore I am concerned for your safety and am giving you a lift home. You cannot refuse, after all you owe me money." Surprisingly Kyouya felt bad about bringing up the debt threat, but it served its purpose and Haruhi shut up, for the moment, well at least until she wriggled in his arms and glared at him, Kyouya looked back in shock wondering curiously what could merit one of her glares at the moment, his excuse was perfect, of course it was.
"I CAN walk Kyouya-sempai!" Haruhi screeched at her sempai and he looked down at her carefully, his eyes brimming with amusement.
"Actually, I think you'll be surprised to find out that if you walk now it would rather hurt, I'm afraid that whilst carrying you through a doorway I managed to bump your ankle against the door frame and it now looks rather twisted. It's amazing how your mind blocks out pain when you're not thinking about it." Kyouya looked at Haruhi's ankle, guilt blooming in his gut, it had been an accident but it had had a use, he truly felt sorry about that... and about what he was about to do. Haruhi winced in pain as she looked at her ankle and then looked away.
"Perfect..." Haruhi muttered angrily, fed up with the world as it was but strangely satisfied as she was held in Kyouya's strong arms, no excuse to escape now.
"Well, here we are... I'm going to lower you in gently... ok?" Seeing Haruhi's nod he carried on, warning her gently. "Try not to move it... it shouldn't hurt that way." Kyouya lowered her gently into the limo and then slid into the car next to her, shutting the door. He was careful to conspicuously lock the door whilst he shut it.
"Why are you being so kind?" Haruhi asked nervously, somehow she always did that, she saw through his facade. Kyouya smirked.
"Well, I've had orders... My father wishes to have an intelligent, beautiful and caring young woman as my bride and seems as they are in short supply these days he chose you... well actually he said you were the only one suited and told me that I must achieve your hand in marriage at all costs... your father has already agreed and I've been noticing that you've been looking at me an awful lot recently... but it's not enough. So I must TAKE you."
Haruhi looked at Kyouya wonderingly, had he really just meant that?
"Kyouya... I won't marry you. People marry for love, not business! And I most certainly follow that tradition..." Haruhi glared at Kyouya as he laughed at her, it was a strangely shy laugh.
"No, I suppose you don't love me... But you will, and then you will be begging me to marry you... which I will be only too happy to do. I would love to have complete control of your Haruhi, have it so those idiots can't touch you, flirt with you, play with you or fight over you! You don't know how much it annoys me to see them acting like that. Get this right now, Haruhi... You are MINE, and you always will be." Kyouya finished and looked at Haruhi who had noticed that the car was going in the opposite direction to her house and was trying to open the door. Kyouya sighed and pulled a syringe out of a compartment in an arm rest. "Sorry Haruhi, I didn't want to have to do this. But I have to have you... Remember this, I love you." And with that Kyouya injected the syringe into Haruhi's arm; she flopped visibly onto his lap almost instantly. Kyouya held still for a while and then started stroking her hair with a gentleness that he didn't know he had, he stooped to kiss her forehead and whispered gently into his ear. "I'm sorry, but I must have you... and this is the only way I know how."
End Flashback.
Kyouya looked at the sleeping girl on the bed; he was sitting next to it, nervously waiting for the time that she woke up in the Ohtori mansion. He reflected quietly on his disgust at his self and then compromised by remembering the happy and proud look his father had had once he had seen Kyouya carrying the obviously unconscious and obviously drugged, well to a doctor anyway, into the mansion. Kyouya had achieved his mission, he had nothing to be ashamed of right? So why did he feel so guilty and ashamed now?
Thank you and I hope you enjoyed!
Chapter two has been corrected too :D there was less mistakes on that one, and chapter three will be coming up soon, I hope to make it a much longer chapter on the grounds that I have made you wait so long!!! I had to reread through it myself :O I was appauled that I couldn't remember my own story!!! I'm sorry people!
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