Devils Little Angel
Chapter 2
By: Goddess Nataku
"He wants me, I want him more…"
The girls were doing well with making the sugar cookies, after a few burnt attempts that made Haruhi want to run for the fire extinguisher. Its moments like these where she started to question her own sanity of even continuing these cooking sessions.
Yet she was always a sucker when the girls started to cry. Was it the host in her to be like that? Usually she wouldn't bend for anyone.
The ingredients alone that have been wasted made her almost want to cry inside by the sheer amount of them. Rich kids really don't care what they waste, as long as they get what they've been after in the beginning. Which reminded her a pair of twins that have been drifting into her thoughts lately.
Sure ever since that little model show they forced her into, which had actually been interrupted by a janitor. The twins were suspiciously behaving pretty well for the past two weeks. That made her worry, what on earth were they up to now? It even had Tamaki start questioning they're motives of all this good behaving.
"Ha-ru-hi!" Hunny launched himself into her side. What saved Haruhi from the suddenly hard impact is his overstuffed bunny that would never leave his side. "Whatcha making Haruhi? Something for me?" If possible, his eyes become two wide saucers.
"Sugar cookies and Ginger snaps." Haruhi watched as Hunny made a slight face.
"Sugar cookies I love, ginger snaps are sometimes too spicy too me."
"Oh I don't know, I always enjoy a bit of a kick to my cookies and they always smell so good." She added as she lightly licked the end of the spoon she used to mix the cookie dough before placing it in the sink. "I'm always addicted to them."
She absentmindedly licked her bottom lip at the remnants of the dough. Only to be reminded of how Hikaru kissed her. How her lips grew swollen by his attention. Kaoru was just as bad if not worse, when he found all the sweet spots that she didn't even knew she had. Especially along the lobe of her ear…
"Haruhi?"
She pulled out of her day dream and blinked down at the shorter boy. "Sorry Hunny, what were you saying just now?"
"Kyoya was wondering if you had a moment. He wanted to speak with you in the Library."
"Really?" She eyes the ovens filled with cookies. "I really shouldn't leave the girls though…"
Hunny pushed lightly against her back, "Don't worry! I'll make sure not to let them burn down the kitchen this time." That certainly made her feel better.
Yeah right.
She looked over towards the silent man standing near Hunny. "Could you please?"
Mori smiled slightly and nodded his head before scooping Hunny up and walking over towards the girls. At least with another set of eyes, things couldn't get too bad. Pulling off the flowery apron the girls threw on her, did she leave the kitchen without another thought.
Soft squeals came forth from a nearby room that made Haruhi peer in for a moment curiously. It was Hikaru and Kaoru; they looked like they were having one of those moments of brotherly love. The type that made most of the girls scream in delight by the sight of it. No one seemed to notice her, so she kept walking.
It wasn't long before she reached the library. Its interesting that such a school such as this, no one really even went into the library. Why Kyoya wanted to meet with her here, she could only guess that it had something to do with her debt. Again.
Speaking of the Shadow King, he looked perfectly at ease sitting alone in one of the back tables, hidden from view from passing students. A small pile of books at his left, while a laptop opened infront of him as he quietly tapped away at the keyboard. Was he going to sell some of her things again?
"Hello Haruhi." He didn't look up, just kept looking at the screen. She slide infront of him, the chair opposite.
"Hunny said you wanted to see me. Do you need something Kyoya?"
He paused in mid type and looked up at her this time. The sharp look in his eyes made her blink. But it faded, replaced with a cool intelligence that she was always used to seen. "You could say that."
Haruhi fidgeted a bit in her chair, usually the man was upfront and to the point in what he wanted or required. He must have found a new way to raise the debt she owed the Host Club. Where was she at now? She knew that it was more then 8 digits…
The notable tapping stopped, as well as her thoughts as she slowly looks up. Not exactly the best timing to start drifting infront of Kyoya. The vice-president of the notorious Host Club removed his glasses and started to rub along the bridge of his nose. "Actually I need your help."
Instead of waiting for her response, he slides a folder across the table. She instantly takes it, and quickly opens it. A photo falls out.
A photo of her posing infront of the twins.
Heat quickly trailed up her neck as she flips the photo over, she couldn't even look at him. But he seemed to not care…or so she thought until she felt the cool metal touch of his pen beneath her chin. Haruhi tilted her head back up, his glasses were still off.
"This little….activity gave me an idea." He started softly. She felt the heat rise to her cheeks but didn't say anything.
"You should consider yourself lucky that I found this photo, someone else may have revealed your gender." He pulled back and that was when all that heat rising to her cheeks quickly faded.
He didn't take the picture?
Kyoya leaned forward and rested his elbows on the edge of the wooden table and watched her. "Is something the matter Haruhi? "
She shook her head quickly, "N-n-no. Sorry Kyoya, just been a little out of it lately." He raised a brow at the small confession.
"I see…well if you look here, I thought we could use this to the Host Clubs Benefit." He tapped at the folder, and this time she chose to look at the contents of it. "Mrs. Hitachiin already agreed to it."
She slowly opened and closed her mouth, her eyes gone wide with shock. It was nothing but documents from a modeling agency…and the invitation of becoming a temporary model for the clothes designer Yuzuha.
"Hikaru and Kaoru were kind enough to show her some photos of you."
Yeah..she bet they did. No wonder those two were acting like sweet angels. She just KNEW they were up to no good! It seemed to be against the laws of nature to have the twins actually be on good behavior. But it always has to have a reason behind it.
"Mrs. Hitachiin wouldn't tell me what the theme of the photo shoot will be. But she already had this package sent over. She said to practice and get a good feel for it." He pulled out a black bow as long as her arms. It looked like one of those expensive designer boxes. "If you do this, your debt will be cut in half."
Dammit, he knew what those words did for her.
"Fine…"
"Good cause I already told her you would do it." He leaned back into his chair and suddenly tilted his head back. The evil smile he had suddenly disappeared and was left behind was nothing but puzzlement. "Do I smell something burning?"
Her eyes widen and she jumped to her feet! The box gripped to her chest, she almost stumbled over her chair. "Sorry Kyoya we'll have to talk about this later!"
Without another word she left, in a mad dash to the door and almost colliding into a few students. She told them to watch the oven!
Once she was gone, Kyoya chose to look at the photo she left behind. Only to put it back with the other photos. He felt his cool mask slip for just a moment when he pulled out the photo that made his stomach churn.
This photo was her in the arms of the twins, locked in passionate kisses. For some reason, it bothered him to see her like this. In another man's arms..or should he say in the arms of men? He knew full well why she was blushing like that, but he didn't want her to be distracted. He was already distracted enough with her lately.
Especially with last night's dream…
Haruhi laid perch on the head of his king size bed. Laying onto his pillows, pushing herself up to watch him with those bedroom eyes.
She laid there in nothing but black thigh-high panty hose, a garter belt and spike long heels that would make any man beg. Her short skirt was hiked up by her movement, and the crimson silk blouse unbuttoned to just let him see a glimpse of the black lacy bra.
With the position she was in, he couldn't even tell if she was wearing any underwear, and that caused a shiver to go down his spine.
Her gaze settled on him, and a small smile curled at her lips. That made him crawl towards her, as he slipped off his shirt. Tossing it to the side as he pulled off his glasses as well. Letting them drop to the ground. He moved to kneel infront of her, and she just watched.
Her chest rising and falling with every breath she took. From this angle, he could see a bit more of her bra. See how it cupped the sweetness of her small breasts.
How he imagined what would it be like when his hands would be the one cupping the softness of them. In due time it will happen, he was certain of it.
Kyoya's hands traced along the silky length of the hose before curling around her ankles and slowly started to spread them. She sat up a little straighter, her cheeks flushed.
"K-Kyoya?" she whispered his name breathlessly. He grinned and allowed her to see the hunger in his eyes. He nipped at the inside of her thigh lightly, but enough to earn a soft hiss of pleasure.
"Bend your knees." He growled.
"KYOYA!" He blinked and couldn't help but almost snarl at Tamaki who bounded into the library with a flourish of grace that only he could conjure. The president didn't notice the mistake he made in awakening the demon lord, he took a seat and smiled brightly.
"Kyoya you would not believe what I learned about Commoners!" He exclaimed as he pulled out what appeared to be a food catalogue.
One of these days, he was going to strangle this man.
. . .
Thankfully Mori took out most of the fire by the time she got back to the kitchen. Haruhi almost ran face first into Tamaki, but he looked too excited into finding Kyoya to see her. Which was just fine, since she still felt the remnants of her latest blush still warm upon her cheeks.
However, it wouldn't be long until the King realized he passed her. Then she would be the one running for the hills knowing what would happen next. First he would pick her up, start spinning her around. Start calling her his dearest daughter and make her want to call him daddy. Which will certainly NOT HAPPEN. What he would have planned next after that, who knew.
In all honesty she should have went and tracked Hikaru and Kaoru down instead of heading back home. Those devils were going to take what little sanity she had to life, and spin it. She had to stop them, before things get out of control.
Closing the door to her bedroom she dropped her bag and placed the box Kyoya gave her onto the low table. She glanced at the innocent black box once she slipped into something more comfortable. A pair of soft black cotton shorts and a purple t-shirt that had seen one to many washings. It was big enough to slip off of her shoulder, but she didn't mind it. It was comfortable and she wouldn't be heading out anytime soon.
Opening the lid of the box, she peered in at what was going to be the "Hint" to what she was getting herself into. The theme that the famous clothes designer wouldn't share so easily. What she saw made her eyes widen and for the first time ever-she swore.
They were a pair of knee-high, laced-up black leather boots.
This isn't good.
(Author Note)
I cannot believe the AMOUNT of REVIEWS for this oneshot! I almost fell out of my chair when they first started to pour in. Honestly, I was a little hesitant to try my luck with a sequel. So be patient with me, because out of all my stories I've written. This is by far my most favorite. So because so many of you asked and slowly convinced me not to keep this as a one-shot. I decided to not make it a one-shot anymore. So be ready for some more steamy love for Haruhi.
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