The Alphabet Notebook

By Meganes Ultimate Fangirl

A – Arguments of Love and Merit

This infuriating girl. She's so curious. Always prodding for more answers. Can't she just take what's right in front of her eyes instead of prying into theories?

Of course not. That isn't how Haruhi is. It never has been and probably never will be. I could give her the straightest answer on the face of the planet and she would still find a hidden theory behind it. Some kind of outlook on my personal thoughts. Somehow, she sees through my mask, my facade.

"Kyoya-sempai?" she asked, looking up from her homework with a look on her face full of pure curiosity set on her face. We were the only two left in the Third Music Room, left to finish up our work and lockup the room.

Inwardly, I sighed. This was probably another chance she was taking to get a look at my inner workings. "Yes, Haruhi?" I replied patiently, not bothering to look up from my computer screen.

"What do you think about love?"

My fingers froze where they were hovering over the keys for a moment before resuming typing like they'd never stopped in the first place. Definitely hadn't been expected that question to pop out of her lips, of all people. Though, being the ever blunt one she was she decided to ask straight out. "An emotion. Mostly useless, though it can be useful at times," I murmured.

"Hmm. Useful when using another's feelings to get something you want?"

I faltered. That... had been my initial conclusion, but it wasn't exactly the wording that I'd use. Though, I hadn't expected her to jump right to it. The ever unpredictable Haruhi. "Not exactly," I stated carefully.

"That's the only way it would benefit you. If the love of someone else for you could reap benefits for your family business. Like, say, marrying some girl who was completely in love with you would complete a merger with another company that could be of use."

I realized my fingers had stopped moving rapidly over the keys. I had intended to remain indifferent the entire conversation, but instead I had stopped everything I was doing and was now staring at her over my glasses.

"Sempai?"

"Yes, Haruhi," I said softly, "But I wouldn't put it quite so harshly. That makes me look like a cold-hearted person."

"But it's the truth isn't it? You don't believe in love, do you Kyoya-sempai?"

Again, I faltered, staring at her. How did she do it? How did she see through everything that I'd worked so hard to put up between myself and the world? This simple commoner could see through what people of my own aristocratic society couldn't. "What point are you trying to make, Haruhi?"

"Just trying to figure you out, Sempai," she murmured, a small smile lighting up her face. "Do you believe in love?"

I studied her face for a moment, eyes unconsciously narrowing in slight suspicion. "No," I stated carefully, "No, I don't."

Her smile widened slightly. "Maybe, I'll be able to change that."

I was silent and still as she packed up her things and made way to leave the room. "Haruhi!" I called after her as she reached the door. She turned back. "Maybe, you will," I said with a smirk. "Just maybe, you will."

A/N: One-shot collection anyone?

Anyway. The idea to start this kind of thing came from a suggestion from kyouyaootooriandharuhiforever. I actually decided to go through with it while I was reading Night by Elie Wiesel for English class and realized that I could totally write a one-shot for based completely on the prompt "Eyes to the Soul" (That'll be E if no one caught the hint.)

The deal for this is, one prompt a letter until I finish with Z. Simple. Mostly from Kyoya's point of view, unless I feel like something sounds better from third person, then it'll switch. Basically, a look into Kyoya's notebook along with a bit of conversation. Yay?

May change as I get farther in, and I've come up with another idea for another multi-chaptered story. Fixing up the prologue for it before posting it up (most likely will be while I'm in Idaho or after).

Tell me how you like this idea. And I'm taking prompt suggestions for the letter B.