Chapter 2
"Dang." Haruhi muttered as her eyes lingered at the man in front of her. The man wore a very light blue dress shirt, slacks, and shiny black shoes. 'He must have drove down here after his meeting.'
"Well that's nice! I know I'm hot but you don't have to remind me whenever we're meeting up." He smiled up to her. Haruhi can't help but blush when he eyed her. Sure she woke up in the middle of the night, wearing a lose Hello Kitty shirt with pink pajamas, and her hair tied in pigtails. She even wore her hello kitty slippers. Now, this caused him to raise an eyebrow.
"Not that! Why are you here?" She glared immediately to the man sitting on her couch.
"Your father called and asked me to accompany you for today. He'll be gone for a couple of days." He smirked.
"It doesn't answer the question of why you are here." She pointed out, pouring two cups of tea from the kitchen, still couldn't believe her own father allowed the man to stay with her unsupervised.
"Ah. That's because I'm the only one he trusts?" He watches her lay the tea set at the table before snaking his arms around her.
"That sounded more of a question than anything else." She looked at him intently, but soon sighed. She slipped out of her hello kitty slippers and curled herself against him.
"You're out of character." He commented before he closes his eyes and lay his chin on her head.
"Is that wrong?" She whispered quietly and icily, but cuddled deeper to his arms.
"No. I'm merely pointing out what's the piece that isn't correctly fitted." he rubbed small circles in her back as they find warmth. He knew she was stressed from saving Tamaki, her encounter with Eclair, and Renge's annoying assumption.
It was true that she had been able to pull off a lie to Renge. But it still bothered her. After all, Renge was now her only close girl friend to come to. But that seems to be hanging by a thread in the moment.
"Do you think we could keep this longer?" Haruhi's breath hit Kyoya's chest.
"I doubt it. But don't worry, I won't leave you." he assured her.
Haruhi let out a small laugh and pushed away from him. "You're not a man of your word!"
Kyoya raised an eyebrow, ushering her to elaborate her small outburst.
"You're leaving when you graduate. Don't you remember? You're studying in America as I finish my last year."
Though she tried to keep her tone in a humble and understanding frequency, Kyoya saw through her. He clicked his tongue with his roofing gum. "tsk."
'I know. I have to leave. But dang, I can't survive knowing you won't be in my side. I hate to see both of us struggle if I don't study there for my father. Maybe...I should just... let you...move on? No. No. Could I be that selfish?' Kyoya thought to resolve a part of their problem. He sighed and came back to his Dark and well-built walls of Aura.
Although Haruhi, who was known to having blunt poker face, had kept her own true feelings to Kyoya. She gave him a small smile and a kiss in the cheek. She knew his dark side was once again, leaking.
"Haruhi…" Kyoya whispered. Haruhi knew Kyoya wasn't one to reject her kisses. If anything, he's the one who secretly begs for it. Haruhi looked at him as he pushed his eyeglasses, and then moved out from his lap.
Kyoya grabbed her wrist before it left his chest. "I-I'm sorry." He choked. "I just…" He stuttered.
Haruhi decided to cock her head and left out a small laugh. She knew how it kills Kyoya to apologize and to reject a cocky move. She let her feet touch the part of the couch she was moving on. Her knees gave in the side Kyoya's legs, and she leaned over to kiss Kyoya in his cheek. Kyoya gripped tighter on her wrist and his other hand snaked around Haruhi.
Before things gets out of hand, Kyoya pushed her away. But Haruhi wasn't going to deal with his gentleman acts. When Kyoya tried to push her away, Haruhi let Kyoya push her from her stomach, but she did this to wound her hands around his neck.
Haruhi was addicting to Kyoya. He let out a grunt of enjoyment, but nevertheless, pushed her back after a few moments.
Once Haruhi came back into her senses, she sat to the other end of the two seats couch, and propped her elbow into the arm rest.
"So…" Haruhi interjected from the silence.
"Your dad's probably going home. I'll see you." Kyoya got up, grabbing his coat.
"I knew it. You were lying." Haruhi glared as Kyoya smirked at her. "You are a rich and cunning bastard!"
With that, he left. Just after a few seconds, the door opened. She quickly scattered to the door and saw her father… looking like he got fired.
"Dad… are you…" Haruhi's face was covered with worry. Ranka looked up and smiled to Haruhi.
"We need to talk…" Ranka's words stung to Haruhi.
'This can't be good.' She thought.
Author: Is Kyoya a bit OOC? Ooops! Well, he's got to be mushy at some point right? Review people!