Hinge Factor Part 3: Fathers' Wishes: Sons Vie
Chapter 1: Dawn Breaking Daydreams
A/N: Forgot to note that I'm keeping the old tradition of marking Kyou in bold and Haruhi in not bold. Enjoy, read, respond! If you please! Thank you all that have kept up with my story and have R and Rd!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran- except for that OC that seems to be almost as omnipresent as the Twins.
Waking up with a terrible headache and a shrill cell phone ringing in my ear (why had I given it to Haruhi for safe keeping!) I felt like death warmed over. Attempting to avoid the damned thing, I turned over in a bed I didn't recognize. There, staring down at me (this seemed to be a growing trend) in a blurry mass (I wasn't wearing my glasses) was Haruhi looking very much like she had when she first stepped into my life (with a few notable additions): thick brown glasses, baggy Oxford sweatshirt and towel wrapped around her head. Add a green exfoliation mask and you'd get the perfect image of another's vision of double plus un-sexy. However, the amused rise of her eyebrow, the mischievous look in her eyes, and the barely contained laughter made her a vision of beauty in my view.
Smiling at her, I said, "I thought I'd dreamed all that. Wow what a night!"
Giving in to her infectious laughter she said,
"Well I'm afraid you mostly did Kyou-kun. I hate to break it to you but as soon as you threw me on the bed you collapsed in exhaustion. I was a bit worried, but after I watched you sleep for a while I was pretty sure that you weren't concussed. The most we shared last night was a kiss. By the way, are you going to answer that? It's been ringing since 7am!"
Rolling onto my back with my hands covering my face I said, "That would be Tamaki. I broke my curfew. He's bound to be pissy."
Turning over and sliding a hand down my body (which had become divest of the gi while I rolled fitfully in my sleep) she said,
"Well, since we're already in Daddy's doghouse why don't we…
And then there was a knocking on the door.
Getting very tired of people who knocked on doors I grumbled, "God what now!"
"Time for Hoovering Miss!"
"Hoovering?"
"Oh damn! The cleaner's here to vacuum the room! Just a minute, I'm getting changed!"
Putting on my glasses and checking my watch I said,
"At 9am?"
"9am! Oh god I'm late for class! Kyou! You have to leave! I'm not supposed to have men here!"
If there were any way to blame Tamaki for this mess I would have found it. But it appeared that the Bard's star crossing had struck again. We could have played cat's cradle with the tangled mass of inconveniences that were building up.
Sighing I said,
"And how do you propose me to get out if the Hoover lady is outside the door?"
She smiled at me slyly.
"You rich boys. You have absolutely no idea about how the other half lives do you?"
"Huh?"
"Think about it. Why is it that you never see servants move around the houses in Victorian period pieces?"
Still looking confused she tweaked my nose and said,
"Well for once Kyou-kun, I'm grateful for the imperious nature of the rich because there's a servant's staircase in the walk-in closet that used to be the lady of the houses' chamber maid's room. If you're quick you'll be able to sneak out the back stairs into the kitchen garden unnoticed. Then you're right on Broad Street."
After giving her a long kiss (alright a bit more than that) and after she had reassured me that Davenport was very much affianced and she had no intention of finding another Darcy to replace him and that she had every intention of beating me senseless for being such a jealous bastard I scuttled out just in time for Haruhi to let in the Hoover lady without raising her suspicions. The noise of the aforementioned machine covered my footsteps (and even the rather loud THUNK as I hit my head on the low lintel that bordered the stairs) as I made my way downstairs thinking all the way that the steep stairs were rather rough on my bare feet and that the narrowness made one a bit claustrophobic. Yes, if I had had time to think of anything other than escape I could have had a wonderful sociological lesson. But that was not to be.
Calling the Twins (and praying to those above that Tamaki didn't answer (the little bastards had set Money by Pink Floyd as my ring tone) I begged them profusely to meet me at the Fuggle and Firkin (a pub) with some clothes (I was still in my judogi). However, as there were several students around me doing the walk of shame I was barely noticed. Feeling somewhat like Romeo (although a very unsatisfied one) I had to laugh. No matter how hard we tried, life imitated art. I just hoped that I wasn't slated to end up quite that way. In fact, I found myself hoping for that young woman's white wedding revision of the Bard's play. It certainly would be a delightful change, although, with my track record that wasn't very likely.
As I rushed to class with my wet hair freezing I ran into Davenport-sensei. Quite literally.
"Good morrow my lady! I hope that your boyfriend was sufficiently solicitous enough last night? Or perhaps salacious depending on your mood towards him at the time? He certainly wasn't sagacious. Or perspicacious for that matter."
"Oh god, Davenport-sensei! I'm really sorry about that. Kyou, Kyou's a bit possessive and I think he's been goaded on by some of our friends. They can be pains in the neck! And he was a bit closer to salacious actually."
He smiled and added,
"Oh no worries Haru-chan. It's not every day I get challenged to a duel. I believe that I'm the first Davenport in over two hundred years to face off with someone. Father would be amused. And old dame Oxford thought that she had seen the last of pistols at dawn!"
Snarkily I added,
"Well, I'm glad that you're amused."
"Well I'm amused, however I'm not sure that Tamaki-kun is. He was looking for you both."
"Tamaki will have to get over it. Now I'm afraid I'm late."
He smiled smugly at me and said, "Ah, the walk of shame. Whether its walking to the Porter's lodge in your bare feet because you locked yourself out without your shoes or its going to your tutor's rooms with wet hair and no socks because you're late to class after a salacious night the net result is the same. But don't worry, I know your tutor. If he says anything about your disheveled state remind him about a certain night at the Dolly that included altogether too much of practically anything you can name."
Looking down I noticed for the first time that I had indeed forgotten my socks. Damn! So much for my fantastic makeover at the Ginza Wako. And with that, I ran off to my tutor's rooms to tackle the complicated world of English idioms.
A/N: So it begins! Hope that you like it and that the chapters aren't too too long- It made sense for the content matter of this story to break it up into differing lengths of chapters. It's going to get a bit faster paced at the end. Please r and r! Acta