Warm Ice re-upload like a boss.

Warm Ice: Re-upload

Title: Warm Ice

Rating: T

Pairing: Kyoharu

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Ouran but alas, I don't.

Chapter One: The tears, the words, and a violin

Revised.

Kyoya Ootori wasn't one to believe in love, trust or anything of the sort. It was a distraction. So he didn't 'do' it. Distractions only made him lose track of the task at hand. He was in love with Haruhi Fujioka, the major distraction. One thing he knew about love was that it played with your heart and drives you crazy. Just so the other person is satisfied, you'd go through anything. And without fail, love will end up crushing you if not used correctly. So every time he looked at her, there was that feeling in his heart, and every time he saw her with him there was that other feeling in his heart.

"Kyoya Senpai," a voice called, stopping his thoughts from roaming freely in his head. As he looked up, he saw her. The browned-eyed rosy-skinned girl that he fell in love with.

"What is it Haruhi?" He managed.

"It's just...Kyoya-senpai….you were spacing out there," her soft voice echoed in his ears.

Well it's because a certain commoner was on my mind "Oh I was just thinking about the clubs monthly fundings. Thank you for the concern,"

She giggled a bit. "I guess Kyoya-senpai is Kyoya-senpai. And I was starting to think that you were thinking about some girl that you like,"

*Mental facepalm* Kyoya gave her a host smile. "Right," he said as he walked off with his journal in his arms. Oh Haruhi, you're too oblivious for your own good. He fixed his glasses and headed towards a group of girls somewhere in the room. Erasing, or at least trying to remove her from his head.

Nonetheless, today was white day. The day in which the boys gave girls chocolates or whatever it is. It had been a stressful week for the Ootori boy. The highest quality chocolates were to be given to each of the guests. That's money down the drain. All the girls would swoon as each box of chocolates were given.

They believed it to be henmei chocolates and not giri. It was actually quite entertaining to watch them fight over who the hosts gave henmei chocolates to. When host hours were finally over though, it all died down. As usual they all gathered around a table to discuss plans. But today, the hosts were excited about the thought of being able to give chocolates to Haruhi. It was as if they dumped a load of chocolates on her. All from some high class place she never heard of.

He had noticed her smile when Tamaki had handed the bow to her, and the kiss he had given her. But he didn't really feel anything. Kyoya didn't give her chocolates. Because it was stupid for such material thing to represent love. Or it was because he wanted to keep his cold facade. Come to think of it, Kyoya Ootori never gave chocolates to any girl. Not even his guests. He would always tell them to go to a certain table to collect their chocolates. Today though, he decided to stay back in the host club for some reason.

The room was nostalgic for somehow. Then he found why. Somewhere in the dark shadows...much like himself. There was a case. A dusty, old case. Kyoya took a step towards this old case. Now it all came back. He would always...always come here. Ever since Elementary school...he would come here and pick up this case in the shadows. And he would open the case. And inside, was a violin. The wood was light, and slowly fading away. But it was always good for Kyoya. He remembered playing that thing and letting go of reality. He used to express his feelings with it. Because there was never really a person he wanted to express his feelings to.

Slowly, he picked up the light violin and it's bow. Then he began to play. But when he played, he thought of none other than Haruhi Fujioka. Her smile, her beauty, her kindness, and her strength. Then there was the fact she could see through you so easily. But then there was the heart break. The song slowed down and rose up each time. Like a battle of emotions. He had loved her. Yet she had loved him. But he felt he had a chance.

She was walking in the hallway. Remembering the bag she had forgotten in the club room. But she froze in her steps when there was the sound of a violin coming from the room. It wasn't like Tamaki's piano playing. It was even more emotional...but this emotion wasn't happy. As she stepped forward the room, the music got louder and louder. It seemed to tell a story almost. When she stepped inside, there he was. Kyoya Ootori, who had a mask on now expressing his feelings more than anyone in the world. His eyes were closed and focused on the song. She still walked towards him.

Suddenly, he stopped.

"I-I-I'm sorry senpai!" She stuttered.

"It's ok. I'm going now," he says.

It was a shame, Haruhi wanted to listen to it more. She had liked that violin playing actually.

"I like it," Haruhi said with a smile.

"Why?" Kyoya asked almost like saying 'it doesn't compare to Tamaki'

"Because...there's a human emotion,"

"How so?" He asked.

"Well...this one kind of sounds melancholy...like heartbreak," she replied.

"It is,"

"What?" Haruhi was a bit shocked that Kyoya had freely expressed his feeling that way.

"It's about a girl that I fell in love with," he explained, leaning on the piano which was conveniently placed next to him. "But it seems she likes the piano more than the violin," he smiled, a sad and tragic smile.

"I don't understand," she replied, tilting her head.

He chuckled. "It's a reference. The girl is in love with a close friend of mine. He plays the piano and I play the violin. She always smiled more, listening to the piano play. I plan to make her enjoy the violin though," he replies.

"Oh," she looked down before looking back up. "Then you should at least try. Convince her...that you are the one," she smiled.

"You think so?" He asked.

"Definitely," she replied.

"Haruhi, does my violin sound as good as Tamaki's piano playing?"

"Well, I'd have to say Tamaki plays smoother," she says.

"What about us? He and I. As people,"

"Tamaki is kind, generous, and a great friend. He's always there for you. I love him(As a friend.)," she smiled.

"And me?"

"You're the shadow king," SHe smiles, not noticing her words

The room echoed, Kyoya felt like he was standing in the middle of a dessert, alone. He understood now, he didn't have a chance. He would never have a chance with Haruhi Fujioka. All those times Tamaki had comforted her, her petite body in his arms, she had once held on to him to protect her from the thunderstorm, that kiss on the forehead he had once given her. Kyoya knew it now. He couldn't be that person. Haruhi would never run into his arms, never let him hold her or kiss her. He was just the shadow king. And the shadow king was jealous. Without knowing, tears slowly form in his eyes, he fought as much as he could to keep them in. But they had escaped altogether.

Haruhi watched it happen, her mouth open….not able to speak. This was him, the cold Kyoya Ootori, breaking down in front of her. She sat down, still at awe.

His head felt itself landing on her lap, absorbing the warmth that would never be his.

"Why…." he sobs.

"Wha…."

"Why! Why is it him?!" Kyoya continues to cry.

"What do you mean?" She asks, with concern and sorrow in her eyes.

"Tamaki….is a great friend. He's kind and generous. And I'm just a shadow king! Aren't I more?!"

"Kyoya-senpai…"

She looks down at the weak boy who was crying in her lap.

"Kyoya-senpai. When I said it, I meant…..that you were the shadow king because you hide your kindness, and you hide your generosity. You're strong, you face the facts, and fight to be better than expected. You're absolutely brilliant. I look up to you too, senpai. Without you, my life wouldn't be the same. So don't cry…...because that's not the Kyoya-senpai I know and love," she smiles possibly one of her strongest smiles, one that was so bright and cheerful, yet comforting and warm.

He looks up at the girl. This was Haruhi Fujioka. The girl he had fallen for. And at that moment he knew...that he couldn't let her go. Because she meant too much. He loved her, and that mattered more.

He smiles, Haruhi smiles. And this time, his smile was genuine. "Go on a date with me," he says.

"What do you mean?" She asks, her head tilting.

"It means, you have to go somewhere with me, and enjoy it," He says, planting a kiss on her cheek, and letting his head touch her lap once again, absorbing the warmth….that can now be his.