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Chapter 2-Plans

Kyoya was a meticulous planner. Every since events moved in his favor and Tamaki and Haruhi had their fight Kyoya had begun planning. He had all the details hashed out.

He had planned on visiting her tonight. He had specifically chosen her bedroom for the evening. They were currently spending the summer in the Ootori summer mansion. He knew this mansion like the back of his hand, or even more precise he knew the mansion like the flecks of gold in Haruhi's eyes. It was one of the three rooms in the house that had two entrances. His room was also the same. This unique floor plan would aid in his ability to sneak out of his room in order to watch her sleep.

His plans had since changed.

It was going to be perfect. He had always thought that his first time with Haruhi would occur at a later date, more specifically after their marriage. As it was however he was tired of waiting. Kyoya's patience was wearing thin. After nearly losing his chance of ever confessing and then added on top of this seeing her enter the dining hall in that delicate, adorable dress he couldn't wait anymore. Besides it would be years before he would be in the position of power in which he could feasibly come out and marry the commoner that he loved. She had looked lovely, the material flowed like water and hugged Haruhi in all the right places. He almost wanted to punch Tamaki for asking Kyoya to leave dinner early with him.

So his plans had changed. He was going to enter her room, steal his way to her bedside where she would be sleeping. The only witness to his silent stalk would be the lighting that the weather channel had predicted for later tonight. He would gently lie in bed next to her, the weight of his body making the bed dip and cause her slight frame to roll toward him.

Hopeful she would still be asleep while he raised himself above her, ready to show her through his action just how much he loved her. He had not planned any further details he was a young boy and he believed that the …schematics… would be clear to him. He knew that at first she would struggle but he also knew that this was the only way to show her in one clear and concise statement just how much he loved her. Haruhi could be quite dense sometimes, especially concerning matters of the heart. As such he would have to directly demonstrate his feelings. Kyoya was certain that afterward she would understand and in their post climatic bliss she would whisper the words that he had wanted her to say for the past six months….

The fan was whirling softly, lightly drying his wet hair as he waited patiently for her to exit the bathroom. At first when he had exited his walk-in closet after searching for sleepwear, he had been surprised to see that someone had made their way into his room. He had been prepared to throw them out, he needed his time to mentally prepare for later on but then there had been a slight knock on his door.

Kyoya had opened the door to see Mori, his eyes was filled with worry. His eyes betrayed perhaps a bit too much emotion as he told Kyoya that Haruhi was currently using his bathroom. The look on Mori's face was bothersome, his eyes were slightly widened and his posture was stiffer than normal. These slight variations gave Kyoya reason to presume that even the clubs silent giant was beginning to fall. While Kyoya thanked Mori for the update, Honey had skipped up to the small gathering. Kyoya informed the duo to head for bed and had promised to see Haruhi safely to her room. At first it had seemed as if the taller boy would refuse however with a small tug from his small cousin they had left.

It would seem that fate had other plans for Kyoya.

He wouldn't have to steal to her bedside tonight having to use the cover of the night as he attempted to reach her bedroom without discovery.

No luckily she had chosen this room to use, HIS room. He could still hear her in there. He could imagine her now, her tiny doll like hands clenching in pain, her small chest heaving with effort. Just the thought of her flushed face filled with emotion was enough to get his blood boiling. It wasn't gross… it wasn't improper... she was his after all. He had long since claimed her as his in his mind and tonight he would claim her for real.

Just as this though crossed his mind he heard the twist of the bathroom door knob. She was reveled in a bath of yellow light that she quickly shut off. In the tiny glimpse that he had seen she was flushed, her small precious face glistening with a thin layer of sweat. He watched as her small feet made a turn ready to exit the room, leaving him behind. Apparently she had not noticed him.

That wouldn't do. The only way Haruhi would be leaving this room was with the knowledge that Kyoya loved her.

"Are you okay?" he called out causing her to jump slightly as his voice broke the calm.

"Oh I'm so sorry sir. I didn't know you were in here I just ran into the first room." She whispered in a slightly breathless voice that further excited Kyoya, never mind that it was because of her recent experience. It was quiet cute how disoriented she was, she couldn't even tell that it was him. Kyoya replaced his glasses on his face.

"Oh don't be silly. It's just me" Kyoya replied, he had stood up and was silently appraising her from across the room. The shine from the overhead light caused a glare on his glasses, making it impossible for her to see his eyes. This was a trick that he often employed in order to ensure that nobody was able to see his emotions. After all the eyes are the windows to the soul.

"Oh Kyoya sempai." Kyoya loved the way she said his name, the syllables seemed to melt off her tongue like honey. "I'm sorry I made everyone worry about me earlier. I didn't want to make anyone worry…" she trailed off as she watched with her wide brown eyes his progress across the room towards the light switch. He was moving quickly and he didn't miss the look of confusion in her eyes as he neared her.

"I wasn't especially worried" Kyoya murmured his voice soft as brushed pass her. This was indeed true. Although Tamaki was an idiot at the best of times, Kyoya knew that he would protect Haruhi almost as well as Kyoya would himself.

But enough talk about Tamaki.

The moment had come.

As Kyoya slid the switch down in a simple gesture the lights in the roomed dimmed.

"Sempi?" she said, he could hear the question in her voice. OH you must be so confused my precious Haruhi butno worries my intentions shall be clear soon enough. He had not turned off the lights he had simply lowered them. He did after all want to see her face.

"Your actions did cause somewhat of a burden on me however. I had to contact my private police as well as calm down the twins. They nearly killed those thugs who thought it would be funny to push you. I am going to have to raise your debt, but enough about that Haruhi come her I must speak to you."

Haruhi neared, nothing but trust in her eyes. He was after all her sempai. She would trust him and she would listen and then afterward she would realize that he did love her and she would forgive any actions that were about to occur.

Kyoya watched with a mixture of excitement and desire as Haruhi approached. Her slender waist swayed with her movement and her short hair bounced slightly. She was just too tempting. Even now he was thinking of all the times that he had ravished her in his mind. All this did nothing to give him the patience he would need.

When she was a mere three steps from him she stopped. Kyoya quickly closed the distance. He grabbed her by her slender wrist and threw her roughly to the bed, quickly mounting above her allowing her no chance for escape.

This felt a million times more satisfying than any of his previous wet dreams could ever come up with. She smelled like lemons and sea salt, her body was radiating warmth and her figure, oh her figure was enticing him with all the shadows and curves that her thin nightgown showed.

Kyoya watched as her eyes widened in fear. Oh God how he loved the sight, yes that's right darling Haruhi you need to see me for the man I am.

"Surely you weren't so naive to think sex doesn't matter. He whispered watching as her eyes widened even more than their previous state. You have left yourself completely defenseless against me" Kyoya teased. He used the words that not even an hour before Tamaki had said to her.

Although he knew that it had upset her Tamaki did have a point. She was extremely naïve to think that gender made no difference. It was almost pathetically easy for him to manipulate her body into the position that he wanted her. No doubt this next encounter with him would open her eyes a bit to that difference. There was an extreme difference in what he was doing of course, his actions were a direct result of his love for her. She would be nothing but safe while in his embrace. While she would be afraid at first she would soon see and enjoy what he was giving her.

She began to shrink away attempting to escape him. Her self-preservation was no doubt overriding her reasoning at the moment.

God she was perfect. Her eyes widened in shock but then surprisingly the look of fear that had washed over her featured washed away once again, like a wave on the sand. She looked him full in the eyes, her brown eyes meeting his gray ones in a very intense exchange. Desire was rolling off of him in waves there was absolutely no way that she could not sense it.

"You won't do it Kyoya sempai." What is she talking about he thought to himself "I know; because it wouldn't do you any good you wouldn't gain anything from it." Her statement startled him. What was she talking about gain? She knew nothing of gain. He would gain everything from it. Kyoya pulled back slightly his large hand clenching the rumpled white bed sheets beside her head.

On closer thought he supposed there was some truth to her words. Forcing himself on her now would be troublesome, especially since it could in all likelihood cause her to hate him. Indeed his plan did seem a little rash. This notion was enough for Kyoya to pull himself completely away from Haruhi. He moved off her settling himself at the end of the bed. This was the first time in all of his existence that Kyoya that he had perhaps not thought things through.

Kyoya had acted rashly. This thought was very startling and his sweet angel had just impressed on him the importance of that fact. He couldn't rush things, not now, not with all the other club members in such close proximity. He wouldn't be able to take his time, to enjoy the moment. He would gain nothing. She was a mystery his Haruhi; a smart and delicious mystery that just kept surprising him.

"Hmm your right," he stated, his voice wavering slightly. When had this began, when had he started this habit of not thinking things through? Oh yes that's right, it happened the moment he had seen her picture.

"Your right you're a fascinating young women Haruhi" had he really expected anything less from the woman who had managed to catch his eye?

"But I learned something from this, you're a nice guy sempai. I know your just trying to prove Tamaki's point. You're just acting like the bad guy," Haruhi continued, her voice raising with confidence.

It was then, when Kyoya heard her say that fools name with such tenderness and adoration that Kyoya saw red. Tamaki. What the hell. That idiot had nothing to do with what was about to happen here, tonight, on his bed. Where had this come from? Did she really not understand what this was; what he had been doing. It wasn't for Tamaki it was for him…and her…for them. He was moving to speak he had thought that she had understood. He thought that his desire was a palpable thing and that she was able to sense like a mouse senses danger.

Before Kyoya had a chance to reply he heard the voice of the devil himself at his door. A quick knock was followed with the door opening revealing none other than Tamaki himself.

"Kyoya do you have any lotion? My sunburn is worse than I th…" Tamaki was not as dense as Haruhi. With one glance and an intake of the situation he understood perfectly what the situation entailed. Kyoya was sitting at the end of his rumpled bed, shirtless, Haruhi was seated in the middle looking at Kyoya. "You bastard," Tamaki shrieked as he moved toward Kyoya, his expression promised pain. Kyoya quickly got up and moved towards him grabbing his aloe lotion and his light grey button up shirt off the dresser top. He shoved the lotion forcefully against Tamaki's face. With the look of indignation that Tamaki gave him he surmised that perhaps he had used a bit too much force. Oh well. That idiot deserved it for interrupting.

"Here the lotion you big goof," he stated, trying to keep his voice light hopefully diffusing the situation and Tamaki's anger. Kyoya would have to go about winning Haruhi's affection in a different way. For the time being it suited him that Tamaki was kept in the dark about his feelings. It would not do to attract his attention. "Use as much of it as you want."

With that Kyoya walked out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. He would let them have their moment.

As Kyoya made his way down the hall, his sandals making the only discernable sound in the ominously lit hallway of his mansion, he pondered over what Haruhi had said. Nothing to be gained huh? He thought as he shoved his arms into his sleeves. It was indeed an interesting thought. One that had made him make his rash decision to leave the room and allow Tamaki and Haruhi the chance to make up. Kyoya was no fool. He had seen the look in Haruhi's eye when she had said Tamaki's name. He had seen the love in her face. Indeed if he were to be honest and not let himself be blinded as he usually was he had know it for a while. He could see her love for Tamaki, and Hikaru, for the entire host club, in her eyes. Her eyes that were only meant for him.

Fine he would let them make up while he planned his next move. He would give Tamaki a little time to revel in his love for her, but that was all the time he would get. Apparently he had underestimated Haruhi's love for the other hosts. He was going to have to do something about that. He wanted her all to himself. Not to be shared.

Kyoya was walking along the windowed walkway, as he finished the top button of his shirt. Outside it was indeed shaping up to be a turbulent storm. He could see flashes of lighting in the distance with a low rumber of thunder. No doubt within the next couple of minutes the house would begin to shake with the ferocity of the storm.

Fine if she was in love then there was nothing he could do about that. People don't fall in love and out of love all in one day, no these things take time. He couldn't do anything about her feelings.

Or could he?

Short of inducing amnesia he couldn't think of any way to get Haruhi to focus her attention solely on him. He wanted her attention all to himself. She had his why couldn't he have hers? She would never focus solely on him in the host club. All the attention was always on the more exuberant members. If only they were alone, on an island somewhere in the sea. Only him and her.

Yes….

Why had he not thought of that before? If it were solely him and Haruhi then he wouldn't have to put up all the extra effort to get her to focus on him. It would just be him. He couldn't do anything about her love for them but…

He could do something about their presence. He could remove them from the picture. He could …dispose of them. And he would. There was nothing that he wouldn't do for Haruhi. There was nothing that he wasn't willing to try in order to make her want and love solely him.

They were at the moment so engrained into her consciousness that she was unable to focus solely on him. Well that could be easily fixed. He would carve them out. He would carve each and everyone of the hosts out of her mind like a sculpture removing pieces of marble. Once they were gone he would be the one there to sew the jagged edges of her heart back together. She would be distraught but with Kyoya their to guide her she would eventually move on..to him.

This was by far the most brilliant plan that Kyoya had ever envisioned. It was going to be tricky and perhaps take a couple of year to enact fully but this was one instance in which the treasure at the end would far outstrip the time lost waiting. He would have to be gentle, and move in the shadows (something that he already did with efficiency) and at the end of the day he would never be suspected.

He would cut them out of her life one by one, starting with that idiot Tamaki.

Yeah he would kill them…he would kill them all.


So this chapter was also really creepy. Although I am an ardent Kyoya fan I cant help but think that sometimes the boy has got a really hidden agenda. Sorry he is so OOC. This will also be the last chapter that resembles the anime/manga in any way shape or form. The rest of the chapters are not going to be anything that you have seen in the show.

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