The Crazy morning

Haruhi Fujioka almost died from surprise, when opening her big brown eyes, she found herself completely naked, lying in a bed with some stranger. Her eyes widened in shock, when she discovered, that the said stranger, she shared the bed with, was, in fact, not a stranger at all. Judging from the horrified expression, that distorted her delicate features as soon as she saw the man's face, she most likely wished him to be a stranger. The said person was a very attractive, dark haired, young man with excellent masculine body and the most perfect face. So naturally, it seemed very strange, that any girl waking up next to such a man, would look as terrified as this girl did.

She lifted the green silky blanket, and the expression of shock on her face, deepened. She looked around and found the whole room decorated with her clothing pieces. Her bra was not even in her sight. She tried to wrap herself in the blanket, and getting off the bed, collect her clothes, but the cruel, ugly truth momentary hit her; there was only one big blanket and she shared it with Kyoya Ootori. If she took it, he would wake up and it would be not only awkward, but a situation where she would die from shame and embarrassment. How could she fall asleep with him in the same bed, and on top of all of that, also naked? She tried to remember how she got there, but she couldn't recall anything. In fact, all she remembered was that she was in restaurant with host club boys. They got together to celebrate her and twins' graduation as they were the last members of the club to graduate. It was a strange but nice restaurant and she truly adored that food. God, she would right now eat some more, if someone offered her. And then.. Haruhi paused. She didn't remember anything after the food.

'One day that damn food is going to take me into a grave,' she thought and gave a suspicious look towards her bedmate, 'but that day seems closer. As soon as the rich bastard wakes up he will immediately add an astronomical number to my debt, that I almost finished to pay. I hope he is not going to charge me for sleeping next to him. That would be ridiculous.'

She slipped her feet out of the bed, and catching her dress with her toes, threw it up. She didn't have time for extra gracefulness. She needed to get dressed and leave as quiet as possible, before the devil would wake up. She clumsily got into her shoes, and while wearing them, fell down on her back, breaking a somewhat expensive looking vase. Her face turned red. She almost forgot to breathe, when Kyoya Ootori lifted his head and looked at her with annoyed and bored expression. He looked at her, blinked and then fell back on bed. She sighed, inhaling as much oxygen as one can get at a time.

'That was scary,' she thought, 'if he saw the broken vase, he would turn me into his personal slave for an eternity.'

She grabbed the rest of her clothing and then started to move towards the door as quietly as she could allow herself to do. She tried to open the door, but the handle for some reason, wasn't moving. She guessed, it's locked and looked around. She noticed a key-chain on the bed-stand near the 3rd Ootori son. She moved her brows up in frustration, but a quick escape from this God forgotten place was needed and so she obediently walked towards him. Seeing the keys, she gleamed from happiness and stretched her hand to get them. But then, she was startled, as Ootori Kyoya grabbed her hand, and moving it away from the key, asked confused.

"Just what do you think you are doing, Haruhi?"

"I..." she stuttered

Kyoya moved up and sat on the bed letting Haruhi's hand free. The blanket fell down, showing his well defined muscles, and Haruhi gasped both in surprise and shock. He looked annoyed and tired. He grabbed his glasses.

"Why are you making so much noise so early in the morning?" he asked angrily.

She just didn't find anything to say and moreover her mind was busy with pushing out naked images of Kyoya Ootori. In the end, not every day you wake up by his side and see him half naked in bed.

"You broke the vase?" he growled frustrated. "Some things never change, right?"

"I am sorry senpai," she mumbled, "you can add that to my debt, I will pay for all the damages."

He rubbed his forehead, and then a cunning smirk appeared on his face. He grabbed her by the waist and threw her on the bed, getting on top of her. She felt the blood freeze in her veins immediately. He was hovering over her and a light smile was making his feature soft.

"You got a lot of paying to do," he whispered into her ear.

Her eyes widened and her heartbeat quickened. To her surprise, she couldn't even utter a word to protest anything. She was just too shocked to do it. Not every day Shadow King pins you down and says strange stuff to you in a very wrong manner. What was the word? Eh, right, seductively! And Haruhi knew nothing about all that seduction and stuff. She felt astonished and dumbfounded. She almost had a heart attack, when the young man chuckled happily, and kissing her forehead and hair, got away from her, grabbing his casual dark blue pants.

"I have a headache," he said walking towards the door, that should have been the bathroom. "Don't worry, it won't change our plans, I will keep my promise."

Haruhi now was feeling not only shocked but unimaginably stupid.

What was going on?

She sat on the floor, and looking at the pieces of broken glass, wondered, why the shadow king didn't press her like a cruel debt collector, and why was he so fine walking around her almost naked, and what did he even promise, that he was going to keep? She felt lost. Nothing was making sense and she couldn't understand what was going on. If those two wicked twins were behind this and it was a prank to entertain themselves, Haruhi was going to slaughter them. Haruhi's mental discussion was over, when Kyoya walked out of the bathroom, the toothbrush in his mouth. He was shirtless. Why was he shirtless? He grabbed a shirt from the floor and walked back into the bathroom. She sighed. Yeah, she was just overthinking. Obviously, they just came to spend a night in the same room. She paused, and angrily corrected herself, in the same bed. But, so what? Maybe there were no other beds or rooms, and he friendly shared the bed with her. She wanted to slap herself for the overly stupid thought. Kyoya walked back into the room, and grabbing Haruhi's bra, threw it at her.

"I believe this was yours," he said grinning. He looked taller, and more masculine and ... she didn't know what it was, but there was something about him, that she didn't recognize. She looked at the bra, and her face flushed red. Just what was he thinking, when he grabbed the bra? Wait a minute, that wasn't even her bra. She didn't recall having a bra like that and of that size. It looked a bit big for her.

"This is not mine," she muttered. And then realized that actually she was wearing a dress that wasn't hers exactly either.

"I remember taking it off of you," he winked and smirked.

"What?" she couldn't even take this prank anymore. They went too far with it.

"Are you fine Haruhi?" Kyoya asked. "You behave strangely since you woke up."

She didn't say anything, just grabbed the bra, and ran to the bathroom; enough embarrassment for a day from the Shadow King. She just didn't have mood for that all. All she wanted, was to go home and prepare for her entrance exams. In the end, all she ever wanted was to become a lawyer, not to have bras thrown at her by Kyoya Ootori. In the bathroom a shocking surprise greeted her. She almost passed out, when she saw her image in the mirror. She looked at least 2 years older and her body was more feminine and curvy than it was at school. She screamed at herself. What was going on? Kyoya rushed in.

"What is it?" he asked confused. "Why are you screaming?"

"Is this..." she couldn't finish her sentence pointing her fingers at the mirror.

"That is a mirror, Haruhi" Kyoya said already coldly and a bit annoyed. "Just stop screaming. I don't want the hotel stuff here. Just why are you exactly screaming?"

Kyoya's words didn't process immediately. It took her a minute or two to fully acknowledge the fact that she was in a hotel with Kyoya Ootori.

"Why am I in the hotel with you?" she demanded.

He frowned and instead of answering just snorted and walked out.

"Just tell me when you start acting normal," he said.

She looked at herself. God, she looked good! And how exactly did she manage to grow up and look like one of those girls on the covers of glamorous magazines that her classmates loved to read. She decided, that she just never paid attention to herself enough and never noticed that she changed. Anyways even if it was hard for her to believe she thought that it was a better way to think than to try to reason with anything that was happening. She then heard a noise from the room and quietly opened the door to see what was going on. A young woman was cleaning floor collecting the vase pieces.

"Please, add that to the cost of the room," Kyoya said monotonously, yet, politely to the manager standing by.

"Oh, it is fine, Monsieur Ootori," the manager started but Kyoya interrupted him with a pleasant smile.

"I insist."

The manager smiled and then said, "I already reserved a table in the dining room for you and your lovely girlfriend."

"Thank you", Kyoya said annoyed that man is not already leaving the room. "We will come soon. Now I'd like to have some privacy."

His tone was a bit rude and emphasized at the end and the manager immediately understood that his presence is unwanted and got out. As soon as the cleaning lady and the man left the room, he walked to the bathroom and knocked gently at the door. Haruhi opened slowly and pushed her head out. Seeing the young woman Kyoya sighed.

"What the hell are you doing? he said rolling his eyes, "Please get dressed. I have other things to do as well."

"Okay, senpai," she said quietly.

"And stop calling me a senpai" he said angrily. "We are not in school anymore. Just what's wrong with you?"

He looked at her for a moment then added;

"What was I only thinking when I let you hangout with twins!?" he mumbled, "you have drunk too much."

She was now lost. Why would Kyoya senpai even say that she shouldn't call her a senpai and what's with that weird tone? Did he sound concerned? She brushed the idea off. She was just tired and were imagining things. Why would Kyoya Ootori worry about her?

She took a quick shower and got dressed in a blue summer dress. She glanced at her in the mirror and sighed. Something was not right. Kyoya was already waiting outside, in the room, impatiently walking around. Seeing Haruhi, he took her by her waist and dragged her out. She didn't resist or protest. He seemed to be fine with it, so must be okay. Not that she didn't like it, but it felt strange, too. She managed to hastily grab the purse, that, perhaps, belonged to her.

They walked down the stairs and went to a nicely decorated expensive looking dining room. Haruhi's eyes brightened up seeing all the food on the table. Sitting at the table she looked at Kyoya.

"Just to clarify," she said, "you are not going to add the food price to my debt, right?"

"You want me to?" Kyoya responded playfully.

"Of course not" she shouted and everyone in the room looked at her.

She decided not to say anything. It was better to enjoy the food and ask the questions later or the Shadow King might change his mind and she would never taste those tasty looking dishes. Kyoya's phone rang and the unpleasant beeping brought her back to reality.

"I am sorry," he said.

Haruhi only nodded starting to taste the food and involuntarily listening to Kyoya's phone conversation.

"Yes... We are in Paris... No not really... Just a few business contracts and we will return to Japan... Yes, that is right... She doesn't have a school for a while... Yes, what happened?" and then his eyes widened and he quietly whispered, "... Understood.. We will return as soon as possible."

Kyoya turned off the phone and Haruhi noticed that he looked so pale as if he had seen a ghost.

"Did something happen, senpai?" she said quietly and then remembering, that she was asked not to call him 'senpai', quickly mumbled, "Kyoya."

"We have to return back to Japan," he said sighing.

"We? What is going on? I don't understand," she said.

"Well, I don't want to terrify you, but your father is in the hospital."

"Why? What happened? What is wrong with him?"

"Please don't worry!" Kyoya said rubbing her hand gently, "he is most likely fine. He just fell of the stairs, when got caught in the twirl of his dress."

"Why are we in Paris?" she asked impatiently.

"I had a business related things to do and you didn't want to stay alone for a week so I took you with me," Kyoya said.

"What? wait what?" Haruhi snorted, "why would you take me with you to your business stuff?

Kyoya was the one now, that looked stunned.

"Because you are my girlfriend," he blurted out surprised, that she would even ask that.