simply because
every action is driven
Fujioka Haruhi stands in her new garage watching as the men unload the truck. She takes in a whiff of the air and smiles. Already she knows she will like it here, but she can't help but a feel a slight twinge of guilt. She did not inform her friends of the big move. Her mind began to wonder. Surely Tamaki will panic and call everyone and they will search until they find her. But, for now, she did not need to think about that. They were men, strong, tough and...no, they were all just plain annoying.
She thanks the movers for helping and she waves goodbye as they drive away. Walking in she finally realizes she still needs to unpack. Her shoulders sag and she sighs. At least she did not have a lot of stuff. Still, she can sense it's going to be a long day.
Convincing herself she puts on a determined face and rolls up her sleeves before opening the first box.
♪♪♪
Haruhi falls on her couch, a tired expression befalling her features. Slowly but surely the place begins to feel like home. She opens an eye and sees that one box remains. Sighing, she rocks up and falls beside the cube. As she opens it her eyes dilate and an eyebrow arches. She takes out its contents and she feels nostalgic. A smile rests on her lips as she takes a look at her old uniform. Her fingers wander over to her hair that had lengthened since her high school days and remembers the host club. Those cross-dressing days she wouldn't mind to relive but that was childish. To think it was all because of a vase.
Setting the uniform aside she looks at the other trinkets from Ouran. A photo album, a drawing, a doujinshi, and a…
She lets out a laugh. Carefully she picks up the CD case and opens it. Looking around the room she spots her CD player. She places the CD inside and presses play.
Her lips curve upwards as Tamaki's voice fills the spacey room and she cannot help but shake her head as she listens to the lyrics.
The crime is that God created me beautifully
Haruhi walks to the middle of the room and falls upon the carpets taking in its scent while thinking of the blonde. She closes her eyes and soon she begins to dream of those carefree days. Gleaming spectacles comes to remind her of her debt and she wakes up suddenly, seeing those same spectacles.
She hears his voice but she notices that he isn't saying a word. His song was currently playing.
In the monochrome world
"Kyouya-senpai?"
"I haven't been your senpai for years."
Haruhi gets up and bows apologetically. He only stares through his lenses and nods slightly before turning to the CD player.
"How did you find me?" she asks, but she realizes, he's the Shadow King. He knows where everyone is.
Kyouya smirks, "The others are worried and it's hell with them. I decided to place a search to calm them down. God forbid they have children."
A single flower nestling up against my feet
"Why are you listening to that?" he asks staring at the player, rather annoyed.
She shrugs and says, "Just because. You sing rather well, Kyouya."
Haruhi smiles and Kyouya blushes ever so slightly. He took a mental note to thank Renge later for her idea.
but not every action requires a motive
Suddenly he kisses her.
disclaimer : I do not own Ouran.
note : I've had this idea for a while. it was meant to
be a scene in Euphoria but I had the urge to write a
one-shot. so, voila, a kyoharu one shot. not much action
but I'll leave that for something else. like…a lemon?
haha, you wish. if you haven't heard the soundtrack by
now I frown upon you. you're missing out.
