Title: Crave
Words: 602
Rating: K
Spoilers: Slight if you haven't read the 10th volume
Disclaimer: I in now way own the Ouran High School Host Club series.
Summary: Because he was Kyouya Ootori and Ootori's always did deserve the best of the best. Kyouya/Haruhi.
Author's Note: Hi. This is my second fic for this fandom and also my second fic for the pairing as well. Basically, this whole litte drabble revolves around something that happened in the tenth volume of the manga and though it was small, it still got me thinking about Kyouya's thoughts on the subject. Also, this was rewritten on 1/3/09. I hope you enjoy it and please leave a review. Thank you.
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'Hmm…' Haruhi mussed, biting softly into the dragon fruit. 'The taste is hard to explain but it's not bad…'
'What do you mean not bad?' he asked, giving her a curious look. 'I don't understand…What's the point of eating something if it doesn't suit your taste perfectly?'
That was what the great Ootori Kyouya had said and though he had only been discussing the topic of fruit with her at the time, he had been really applying his words to everything.
Whether it be food.
Clothes.
People.
If it didn't suit it his taste just right, it was something that simply had to go. He didn't see what really was the point in having something if it wasn't completely perfect and fitting to his liking?
And besides, he was Ootori Kyouya and Ootori's always did deserve the absolute best of the best.
Along with that merit rule of his, this was yet another regulation that he chose to live by and apply to everything that surrounded him.
Everything except her, he guessed.
Fujioka Haruhi was the exact opposite of what Ootori Kyouya was looking for in a woman.
She was blunt and sometimes lacking in manners while her fashion sense was something that was obviously non-existent. Her hair was another factor that he found he disagreed with. It was something that was far too short for a decent young woman of her age. Not only that, she was also too clumsy in his opinion and she had yet to think over her nativity like he had told her to. Not to mention, she was as poor as a church mouse.
He knew that the list of her faults could travel on and on for miles. Of that, Kyouya was sure, but he also found that she had been the only woman who had ever caught his eyes or had interested him in the slightest.
Yes. She was something that was not supposed to suit his exquisite taste, but for some strange reason unknown to him, she did even though she wasn't sweet like cake or spicy which was the flavor that he preferred the most. She was bitter and sour, just like the small piece of dragon fruit she currently held in her hands, but still, he found that he craved her.