After the long await, I am back. I apologize. Things...came up? Haha. Oh well! Here it is now.
Review, please? :3
Haruhi could literally feel her blood boil as the screams of Haru filled her ears that morning. She clenched her jaw and balled her hands into fists. She was tired, it was seven in the morning and she wanted to stay in bed; little Haru, however, had other plans.
"Alright, alright," she groaned in defeat, "Mommy's coming."
Her voice was soft, yet reassuring. She stood from her bed and ran her hair through her now shoulder-length hair. The brunette's appearance had matured due to the pregnancy, but not dramatically. Her hair had lengthened out in the few months she'd been away from school, her hips rounded out and her breast had matured to a 32B. Of course, she didn't exactly appreciate the transition, but it had happened and it was a little late to take it back now.
A cool, summer's breeze blew throughout the home and warmed her toes as she padded across the ground to the crib where her two-month old laid, fussing. Haruhi's dark brown eyes peered down at her son with the best loving face she could conjure up. A small, unconvincing smile appeared on her face. She reached down and picked up Haru, bringing him back up against her chest.
He continued to fuss momentarily before settling into a small sniffle. His round eyes moved to her face and he stared up at her as if dumbstruck. Haruhi could feel her cheeks warming but ignored it.
"Whatcha fussin' about, huh?" she asked, knowing she'd get no response. "Is baby hungry?"
Without waiting for any sort of confirmation, Haruhi found herself carrying her son into the small kitchen. Her father, Ranka, was already bending over the stove, stirring something in a sauce pan.
"Good morning, dad."
He muttered her a reply before growing quietly. Haruhi reached into her fridge, pulling out a light green bottle. She held it out in her father's direction and waited for him to notice. When Ranka did, he snatched it from her hands and grumbled something underneath his breath about being tired.
"Well I'm sorry you're tired, but I can't help it that Haru's hungry so you're just going to have to deal," Haruhi said loud enough for him to hear. "Just warm that and give it to me in living room."
Her father said nothing back so she just shrugged and sauntered away. Haru's small hands grabbed at the collar of her shirt and made a sound that sounded pleased. At least you're happy, she thought to herself. The apartment, she suddenly noticed, smelled of honey, tea and baby formula. They were all very common scents lately, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.
"So Haruhi," Ranka began, walking into the living room. "You realize you start school tomorrow, right?"
Haruhi froze. What? Had she heard him correct? She had completely forgotten school started tomorrow, and now, she was screwed. She hadn't gotten a new uniform for the new term since the last one she had was ruined.
"...Actually, no. I thought it started next week," she lied. "Do you think you can watch Haru today? I need to pick up a few things-"
"Of course I will," Ranka interrupted. He flipped his long hair and kneeled in front of his wife's shrine. He closed his eyes and sighed. "But who's going to watch the baby this year? I have to work and you do, too."
"The landlord said she would, so don't worry about that part. Anyway, I need to get ready. Feed Haru for me?" She didn't wait for his reply as she gently slipped Haru into his arms. She walked back into her bedroom and threw on a pale blue blouse and knee-length skirt. Haruhi glanced over her appearance and grimaced slightly at the length of her hair. Of course, she was going to have to get a haircut, too. She grabbed her small, white purse and checked to make sure her wallet and phone was there.
Upon looking at the phone, Haruhi paused to stare at it closely, thinking. She wouldn't have enough money to get a new uniform... but she knew someone who would.
Reluctantly, she grabbed the phone and dialed a few numbers.
"Hello?" a tired voice asked.
"Hey, Tamaki... it's me... Haruhi?"
"Haruhi! What is it, sweetie? Are you okay?"
A frown formed on her face. Maybe it had been a mistake to call him of all people. Mori and Hunny wouldn't have reacted like this. She opened her mouth to respond, "I'm fine, senpai. I just... I was just wondering if you wanted to go shopping with me...?"
There was silence and then there was chaos. The brunette could hear Tamaki in the background opening and slamming drawers. "Senpai?" she called.
"Daddy will be there in five minutes!" And then, she heard the dial tone. Shaking her head, she threw the phone back into her bag and closed it. Haruhi smiled quietly to herself while she walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth; she would never admit it, but she had missed Tamaki and everyone (well...almost everyone) from the Host Club. Because of her pregnancy, she had to leave in the middle of last semester and complete her work at home while she waited to give birth. During that time, she had absolutely no contact with her friends and then summer vacation came up, so everyone was traveling.
"Haruhi!" Ranka called. "Your friend is at the door for you~"
Haruhi spit the mouthwash into the sink. "I'm coming now!" She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and fixed a few loose strands. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, but she wouldn't let it show on her face.
Tamaki was leaning against the front door, staring in awe at the baby in her father's arms as he stared death glares at him. Feeling the tension in the hair, she cleared her throat to grab their attention.
"Haruhi," Ranka growled, "you didn't tell me you were inviting anyone over."
Tamaki gulped. "I didn't mean to-"
"I didn't," she interrupted. "He's coming shopping with me."
Ranka's expression was a cross between irritated and happy. "Mmmm, I see. Well, don't forget your wallet and don't come home too late." And with that, he waltzed away, baby in arms and hips switching back and forth. Haruhi refrained from rolling her eyes and turned to Tamaki. She glanced him up and down. He was (for once) wearing pretty laid back clothing- a loose white, button-down and faded denim jeans. His hair was slightly ruffled, and he had rugged look to him. She blinked.
"You look... different," she admitted.
Tamaki laughed. "You do, too. You look more... feminine. The twins would be ecstatic!" There was an awkward silence as the two of them stared at each other, both wondering what to say. Tamaki cleared his throat finally. "Well, are you ready to go?" he asked.
"Huh? Oh, yeah." She rubbed the back of her neck. "Before we go, I wanted to ask you something... since I start working next week, I was wondering if until then, I could borrow some money... for a uniform?"
"Of course! We can go pick that up first!"
"Uh, sure. Thanks, senpai. I owe you one?" She smiled. His face lit up and he turned around, clearing his throat like she had. Haruhi felt her face flush again, but just bent down and slipped on some sandals that she had picked up from the market a couple of days ago. "Come on," she commanded, pushing past him. "Let's go to the supermarket and pick up some pencils."
"Oh," she moaned, "Kyoya that feels g-good!"
Kyoya grunted, pushing himself back inside of her to the hilt. He thrust inside of her over and over, hitting that spot that made her toes curl and lips quiver. His face was a few inches from hers and he could smell a hint of tobacco on her breath when she parted her lips to moan. It wasn't exactly an appealing smell, but it could've been worse.
He pulled up, his hands moving to grab her hips to pound into her roughly. Her hands moved to the sheets, her acrylic nails tearing at them as waves of pleasure surged through her.
Kyoya didn't know her. No, he didn't even remember her name. She was just another girl he had met at the bar willing to take her clothes off for him. He didn't care about how her feelings or how she felt; all he wanted was to feel good. It had been awhile since his last encounter with a female that even appealed to him in slightest.
The pressure within him was building and he could feel himself growing close to falling over the edge. Groaning, Kyoya leaned over and smashed his lips against hers. He mumbled an incoherent "cum for me" against her lips, and just let his animalistic nature take over. He rolled his hips against hers over and over again. She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull his face into her neck, which smelled of a cheap perfume. The dark-haired boy sucked on the skin and let his hands move of her sides as he felt her muscles clench around him.
"Kyoya," she screamed, her body shaking. He grunted at her tightness before finally releasing himself inside her. Breathing hard, Kyoya pulled out of her and collapsed beside her. "Fuck you were good," she whispered between breaths.
"So were you," he lied sitting up. "Now get out."
The girl snapped up but his back was already turned to her. He entered the motel bathroom and slammed the door behind him. "You better be gone when I come back out," he yelled and could hear her grabbing her clothes. Kyoya sighed.
It was never the same. Never. No girl ever felt the same. No girl ever smelled the same as she had. Haruhi, he thought. His jaw clenched at the thought of her name. She had ruined... everything. He was hiding away in some motel in a town he had never even heard of.
Kyoya shook his head as he turned on the warm shower and stepped inside. She would regret it; she would regret everything.
He had planned out everything down to the slightest detail. She would never even see it coming. A devious smirk grew on his face. Ohhh yes. How she would pay...
Haruhi giggled as Tamaki picked up a stuffed animal and cooed, "Oh how beautiful you are, Mr. Ducky!" People walking by stared at him with confused faces, but neither of them seemed to care all that much.
"Stop senpai," she managed, "let's go get something to eat?"
He nodded. "I'll pay, of course."
She shook her head. "I can pay for dinner. Pick a place?"
Tamaki looked around before shaking his head. "I don't really feel like fast food. I'll call my driver and he can come pick us up and take us to my favorite French Restaurant."
"Uh, sure? If that's what you want."
"So Haruhi," Tamaki said as he dialed his phone. "What made you decide to cut your hair off... again?"
Haruhi shifted her shopping bag full of pencils and notebooks to one arm and moved to other to her now short hair. "Well, I can't stay in Host Club looking like a girl."
Tamaki muttered something into the phone and started walking towards the front entrance, signaling for her to follow. She watched as he looked around at all the store names, taking in each of them before walking past. They had spent the entire day looking at toys for Tamaki's dog and cute hair accessories for Haruhi (which she would never wear in public). Haruhi had gotten all the school supplies she would need and nice hair cut that transformed her girly looks into a much butchier lesbian look.
"Alright, thanks." He hung up the phone and tucked it in his back pocket. "Sorry about that. Anyway, I'm actually surprised to hear you say that you're coming back."
She tilted her head to the side and hurried up to his side. "What do you mean?"
The blonde prince paused, looking over her with a hesitant glance. "I mean, with everything that happened... with Kyo-"
"Please don't say his name," she snapped. His eyes grew wide and his gaze fell to the floor. Haruhi gulped and shook her head, looking away. "I'm sorry for snapping. I just don't like to hear his name, is all."
"I shouldn't have said anything," Tamaki muttered. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Really."
They looked at each other at that same exact moment. Haruhi looked over his apologetic gaze and immediately felt guilty for snapping at him. Again. She should've just swallowed her feelings. I mean, it was months ago; she should really just get over it.
"Anyway," she smiled, "I had a great time today."
Tamaki smiled weakly. "Really?"
She nodded. "It's the most fun I've had in... months, actually."
"Well, I'm glad that you asked me out."
Silence.
"What?" she asked. "What did you just say-"
Haruhi was interrupted by the sound of Tamaki's ringtone. He shot her an apologetic smiled and answered.
"Hello?" he said. "You're here?" Tamaki glanced over at her. "Uh-huh, okay. We'll be out right now!" The boy hung up the phone and grabbed her hand. "Come on!" he exclaimed. "The car's here!"
The brunette blinked. "Okay?"
And then, she found herself being dragged away towards the entrance. The inside of the limo was leather and chilled. She sat beside Tamaki and reached for a buckle. He swatted her hand away, shaking his head in laughter.
"Don't worry about that. It's just us."
She nodded her head slowly. It was quiet for a second as the car pulled away and then, Tamaki was starting to go into details about his vacation to America that summer.
"It was so strange. They were so... fat there!" he shouted, excited.
"There's no need to shout, senpai. I'm right here."
"But you don't understand! It was crazy! Everyone there was like the size of a cow!"
"That's because they have different eating habits then us, senpai. And I'm sure that not everyone there is the size of a cow. People eat different things," she explained.
"Well," he huffed. "The people I saw were all fat."
She sighed and shook her head. Haruhi already knew that she wasn't going to win the argument so she was just going to let him win. Like always. "So what's this restaurant like?" she asked.
"Oh it's really good! All the food is imported from France and is prepared traditionally. It really reminds me of home." A happy expression grew on his face. "It's amazing..."
"So no fancy tuna?" And the moment it left her mouth, she immediately regretted it.
"Do you want to get tuna instead?" he questioned quickly. "We can get that instead. There's this amazing sushi bar by my house."
"No, senpai. It's fine. Really."
"Are you sure because I could easily tell the driver to take us somewhere else."
"Yes, I'm sure." These damn rich kids and their drivers, she thought, slightly annoyed. "I'm actually really excited to try some French cuisine. My mom always loved it when she was alive and always talked about taking me to get some but... she never really got the chance."
Haruhi's gaze was fixated on the outside of the tinted windows. When she looked over at Tamaki, his eyes were glistening with tears. "Senpai...?"
"That was the most beautiful and inspirational speech I have ever heard!" His arms wrapped around her and pulled her against his chest. When she finally managed to pull away, she found herself peering into his blue eyes. He wore a sweet, sympathetic expression in his eyes and it made her heart ache. The closeness of their faces was startling and she wasn't sure how she felt about being so close to him. Tamaki seemed to notice her discomfort and pushed her away playfully. "I can't wait to eat," he announced. "I'm starving."
Haruhi found herself smiling and gazing back out the window. "Me too. I didn't get a chance to eat this morning."
"Same here. So have you talked to the twins?"
"Not really. I haven't talked to anyone since I left."
"Really? They said they were going to check on you soon." Tamaki sounded absolutely confused. "Maybe something came up. Would you mind if I called them and invited them to dinner? They'll be upset if they're left out."
She shook her head, "Go ahead. I miss the twins."
Tamaki gave a mischievous smirk. "I'm sure Hikaru misses you, too."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh nothing."
"You better tell me what that meant, senpai."
"It didn't mean anything, Haruhi! Would daddy lie to you?"
"Yes."
"You're so cruel!"
Tada! :D Don't forget to review. I'm still looking for suggestions! I hope you liked the little insight you'll be getting from Kyoya every chapter. I wonder what he's planning...? Hmmm. Who knows? (I do)
