Haruhi looked at him in disbelief for a moment before a small anger began to rise inside her chest. How dare her own Father offer her up as some kind of prize! It wasn't right! Right then she vowed that at any point she would never do that to someone. It was as if a person was a pawn with which the owner could bargain with. "Why did you accept, Kyouya," she growled as the anger began to heat her entire body, from her toes to the tips of her pointed ears.
Kyouya didn't say anything in reply. He just pasted one of his many cool/evil grins on his face and looked at her. This look infuriated Haruhi to the very core of her usually calm and level-headed being. She kept staring at his smug smile until everything in her being cried with a temper that burned as bright as this otherworldly sun to wipe that disgusting smile away. So, she obliged by rearing back and planting a deceptively strong fist into the opposite Elf's own beautiful face before picking up her pack and standing over his shocked form. "Go back home, Kyouya," she barked before stomping down through the green field to whatever awaited her.
A smile that seemed strangely happy considering the current circumstances split his face. He had felt rather bad for stalking the Princess, but, since punishment had been dealt, he felt like it was quite a small matter to ignore her previous response to his direct advances. Perhaps he should try to swoon her rather than pressing her into this matter. The current situation was technically not to his advantage considering she was the direct descendent of the Royal Light Elves. Therefore, she had power over him with or without the marriage. The only way she couldn't divorce him after she took the throne was if her father made his last wish before handing over the crown their marriage. A last wish of an Elven King was always carried out to the fullest.
Kyouya rose to follow the Princess from a safe distance. He put a hand to his face as he felt a trickle making its own way down his face. His fingers revealed the blood he was shedding because of his Princess's wrath. That thought made him chuckle. He had spent enough time wiht the Princess to analyze her likes and dislikes. She hated being used by anyone, and she had considered Kyouya a friend despite the fact they hadn't communicated much since their days in the forest had ended and even less since the preparations for the quest had started. In her mind, his agreement had probably seemed like betrayal rather than a promising deal. His smile turned to a frown. Betrayal or not, this was the only way he could rise above his Father and his own set destiny. He must see this through till the end.
Haruhi turned back to glance at Kyouya struggling on through the heat. He was a stubborn fool if not anything else. She didn't like it, but she was being made, if not a bit grudgingly, to admit that he was a very determined fellow. It was a pity though that he hadn't gone back. She had been in training for a year for her Quest whereas he had probably recieved the offer about a week ago. She turned to look at him again. He was breathing hard and sweating profusely. Haruhi looked down at herself to see her garments were in much the same condition.
She wore a knee-length wrap around shirt tied a the waist with a sash bearing her own family's crest. Under this garment, whe wore a dark tight long-sleeved shirt that flared at the wrists. Trousers were worn under the shirt with high leather boots. Along with those, she carried several knives concealed in her garments. Kyouya's clothing choices differed little from her own save for his undershirt was baggy and did not flare. Instead, it tied off at the wrists.
Haruhi looked at the bright yellow ball dominating the sky as she squinted. She felt sweat trickle down the back of her neck and her forehead. At a thought, she considered the notion of how impractical her garments were at the moment. She turned around to see her follower struggling up the hill behind her. She then cupped her hands around her mouth and called out to him, "You stay right where you are, Kyouya!"
Kyouya grimaced as the sweat rolled down his heavily clothed body. Did she think that he could just be ordered around like that?! After he had painstakingly followed her halfway around the world under this terrible ball of fire, did she think telling him to stay would stop him?! He hated her at that moment. How she was so pushy but always in a sensible way. Her logic made his own quite forget itself sometimes. She infuriated him! Right then, he vowed that no matter what happened on this Quest he would never let her beat him or drive him back. With that decided, he began tackling the task of keeping up with the strongwilled Princess of the Light Elves.
He climbed the large hill that she had so easily clambered around on. It was so hot outside that he swore that sweat was pouring from his body in places he didn't know existed. To top it off, the glare of the sun was starting to really bug him. It made him woozy, and he was feeling a bit dizzy. At the top of the hill, he looked down to see the Princess leisurely sitting on the grass going through her bag. That was when it went black.
Honestly! Haruhi was annoyed. She had told him to go back, but nooooo! He just had to follow her to the ends of the Earth till he died at her feet not even a decent five miles from Haven. Okay! He wasn't dead but still. . . She sighed. At least he hadn't topped the hill while she was changing. She stuffed her tunic into her bag. She had tied the sash with her family crest around her chest and taken off her boots that left her baggy pants to blow in the breeze. Haruhi looked around for a suitable shelter for them to stay in that was near here. She wasn't totally heartless. Despite Kyouya's obvious lack of manners and basic respect for human life and self preservation, she wouldn't leave him here to die.
She sat back. She was sure that she could carry him, but all the clothing on him would burn him up and just give him heatstroke anyway. She thought awhile before she began to remove his shirt and tunic. Such showy clothes were not for traveling anyway. As her fingers stroked bare skin, she couldn't help thinking back to the more recent time she had touched bare skin.
Sairan. . . She touched her lips thoughtfully. My first kiss. It was surprising that she hadn't realized it till now, but the experience had bothered her so it had seemed easier to just bury the thoughts. The kiss that spoke of mysteries. . . Or was that just the honey's doing? She looked at Kyouya's lips. They were the same shape but perhaps a bit thinner. She reached out to run her fingers over them as she wondered if they felt the same. When she did so, Kyouya began to lick his lips. No, she thought. Kyouya is different. Sairan was magical while Kyouya
is. . . She bowed her head. She didn't know what Kyouya was like anymore. He was nothing more than a childhood memory to her. Why had she been so troubled at his 'betrayal'. No. It was not a betrayal. You must first be close to be betrayed.
Haruhi shook her head to shoo the thoughts away. I must get Kyouya somewhere that he can recover, she thought. With that, she hoisted the unconscious boy with her pack on him onto her own back. She grunted. She was certainly glad at that moment that she had trained so much for this Quest. Kyouya was far heavier than he looked.
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Kyouya's head was ringing when he awoke the first time. His eyes just fluttered open enough to see that Haruhi was carrying him and that was certainly quite alright with him! It was her punishment for making walk in this horrid sun for so long without water. After those thoughts crossed his mind, his mind closed up again to present the blackness of being unconscious again. The second time he awoke he was lying on his back in the grass with a wet rag gracing his forehead with its blessed coolness. If he had been any other person, he might've broke down and cried in sheer joy right there, but he was Kyouya so he, of course, had to sit up and assess his surroundings. He was under a tree with a creek was running beside it in a most bubbly and peaceful fashion. It was then he spotted the lone Elf sitting by the brook with a rag in one hand. She had helped him. Why? After all he had done to her. . .?
She turned. "Kyouya," she whispered as if to the breeze as their eyes locked. "About time you got up. You really should consider dieting." Haruhi was tired and snappy. The Fool had made her lose good travel time and burdened (literally) her for hours. She wanted sleep and half her rations back. Hey! Wait! She realized. I haven't fed him anything!
Kyouya was sitting quite contentedly shoving Haruhi's food into his mouth. Her rage wasn't being contained as well as she thought. This creature was so troublesome! "This needs more salt," commented Kyouya as he held the bowl up and examined it.
"Eat your own rations," yelled Haruhi as she stood up and clenched her fists.
"I wouldn't want to waste anything," amended Kyouya as if that made everything all perfectly all right.
Haruhi boiled with barely contained rage. "So you're wasting my food!?"
"Of course," smiled Kyouya as he licked the last bits of rice from the bowl. He looked up at the Princess with that smug smile on his face then squinted. "Wow! I've never seen you wear such little clothing." Haruhi had just draped her tunic over her to protect from the chill night air.
"It's much more comfortable than being in all that oppressive court-style clothing," she said with more than a little red on her face. "That's why I took the liberty of freeing you from your confines." She smirked.
"Wha- What the-! What did you do to me?!" Kyouya noticed his extremely red skin. He had a bad case of sunburn that would probably take a week to heal.
"Since you forced me to carry you all the way here," she explained. "I took the liberty of taking your offer of protection. Protection from the sun, that is." Kyouya was so mad that he couldn't speak. Haruhi patted a hand over her mouth. "Oh, dear! I'm so tired! Perhaps I shall go sleep on the other side of the creek." Haruhi cracked an eye open then to see his anger deepen. There was no way he could get across that creek without her hearing him. It was a bit too big to jump and had no stepping stones. So, she waded across the creek to retire for the night on her pallet with a satisfaction filling her such as she had never felt before. It felt good to be on equal ground with someone. Everyone at Court respected her too much to get angry or contradict her. I believe it was safe to assume Haruhi was beginning to appreciate Kyouya's company. While she drifted off too sleep, he still seethed with rage on the other side of the stream.
He would get her back for that. With all thoughts of how she had helped him gone, he vowed revenge on the sleeping beauty across the brook. She would regret the day she crossed Kyouya Ootori for they were away from the Light Palace. He was free to do as he pleased, and tomorrow was a new day to set out on a totally new adventure with more opportunities and perhaps a bit easier terrain.
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Kyouya woke slowly and crankily as the sun blinded his eyes. He really thought how much he hated that glowing ball of flame at that moment. It had cursed him with a pain that just wouldn't go away no matter what he did and roused him at a truly unnecessary hour. What was he supposed to do at sunrise anyway?! He cracked an eye open to only be greeted by the blasted sun again. With a groan and a bit of under the breath muttering, Kyouya sat up to review his most inconvenienced plan. He would never had set out on such an adventure without total compensation. Assuming the Princess and all her wealth was enough, he left without a second thought. He really should have had that second thought, but no way would he let the Princess know that. He squinted to see her sitting on the grass eating a strip of jerky that had been packed in her bag. It was, after all, one of the only lasting long distance foods that they could pack without worrying about damage.
She turned around as if feeling his gaze and immediately resumed her very careful chewing. Kyouya felt a bit guilty at that. Perhaps he shouldn't have eaten that bowl of rice last night. She really deserved it quite more than he did, but Kyouya certainly didn't want her to know of his doubts! He reached around for his own pack. After untying the leather string holding the top closed, he rummaged around till he found his undershirt and boots to put on. He wasn't about to let the sun roast him again. Then he pulled out his own breakfast rations, an apple. It was a bit bruised but would do. He brought the shined red fruit to his wide mouth before he noticed the Princess's curious stare. Kyouya returned her gaze which made her turn her head rather quickly and sharply. He then looked at his breakfast and smiled. This might just be a place in time when he could earn some much needed points.
Kyouya stood up and brushed off his trousers before plotting his course down the hill. The slope wasn't too steep so he would be able to proceed quite safely down it, but the creek would present a problem. He thought a moment before coming up with a suitable plan to his most inconvenient situation.
Kyouya made his way silently down toward the creek to stand beside it a moment before calling across the water. "Princess! Catch!"
Haruhi turned and caught the shining red orb. She stared at it a moment before turning her gaze to Kyouya. The emotions on her face clearly depicted her inner thoughts of confusion and disbelief. He had never had trouble reading her facial expressions. "Kyouya. . . " She stared quizzically at him.
"An apple for my Princess," smiled Kyouya before turning his back to her while keeping his head at a downward angle the entire time. A catchy glance would not be profitable at the moment. His Princess would suspect bribery very easily if he baited her too much.
Haruhi looked back at the apple and smiled. "Thank you. . . Kyouya."
Kyouya smiled. This plan was sure to work to his advantage. Kindness would be displayed as one of his possible traits as well as opening her to the possibility of not hating her potential husband for the rest of her life. Not to mention, it would keep him out of range of her pretty little fists. If he did say so himself, his plan was most suitable at every possible angle. The Princess would not be able to resist his good looks and obvious manners and charm. He had perfected these skills while being at the palace though never with such tempting rewards as these.
He began silently moving through the cleanly grazed pasture. As he walked quietly to the bank of the creek, he very nearly alerted the Princess. She had at one point stopped her incessant chewing to turn her head slightly but had returned to her previous position without even a notion of what was occuring on the opposite bank. She chose to ignore her unwanted partner rather than acknowledge his presence. Kyouya could live with that though. It would all change starting this morning. Things would begin to turn in his favor. That scheming smile split his face as he called across the creek to the sitting Princess. "Princess! Catch!"
Haruhi turned her head in exasperation to see what her Curse wanted at that moment. Perhaps he wanted to devour her breakfast as well as her previous night's dinner? But the blurred red shape that flew straight and true towards her face was more than a little unexpected. The apple plopped by her feet in the grass and continued to roll its merry way down the hill. She squinted her eyes against the pain in her forehead. Apples were not meant to be hurled at a Princess. She cracked an eye to see Kyouya smiling serenely across the water as he turned and waved a hand in her direction.
"An apple for my Princess," he cooed. The very sound of his tranquil and even voice chased her anger away leaving only a hollow empty feeling. She stood and picked up her pack as she glared daggers at his back. How could he?! Is he trying purposely to irritate me to death, Haruhi thought almost regretfully to herself. She felt something small and wet trickle down her face. Why couldn't they be friends again?
Kyouya turned after hearing her get up. His plan couldn't have failed. His plans never did, but he could tell this one had from the large apple shaped spot on her forehead and the single tear tracing a path down her cheek. His face took on a look of utter disbelief briefly before he cleared it into its usual emotionless pattern. Their eyes met for a moment before she turned and stalked off down the hill furiously wiping her face with her forearm. Kyouya couldn't believe it. His chance had been ruined by no one other than himself, but Kyouya wasn't one to admit his own failings without considerable contribution or pressure. Well, if she had just caught it, this wouldn't have happened, he scoffed silently as he picked up his bag and began to follow the Princess.
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Haruhi walked as quickly as possible as her vision became cloudier by the moment. She refused to wipe away the tears a second time as she held her eyes open and let the light breeze blow them partially back. She had no idea why Kyouya's actions had brought about her tears but decided to pin the blame on the pain in her head for the moment. It was a reasonable excuse considering the weight and density of an apple compared to an Elf's slight bone structure. She delicately put a hand to her head as her tears slowed to a stop. Perhaps she had a concussion. That was a plausible reason for the rapidly mounting pain she was feeling. She sighed. Maybe. . . maybe I had better part ways with Kyouya, she considered.
A crackle sounded from behind her. At first she thought it to be just Kyouya, but as it sound again, she realized the sound of crushed grass was made by a much lighter step than any Elf had. She spun to view whatever had crept up behind her. She stared. It was the first time she had ever seen a being such as this. It was a boy of about seventeen with a blonde mane of hair and gorgeous blue eyes. He was upon all fours staring up at her curiously. His clothes and cap had grass stains all over them as if he had rolled down these numerous hills for the fun of it. Haruhi ran her eyes over him and stopped at the seat of his trousers. She glanced back at the boy who tilted his head to the side curiously. "You have a lump in your trousers," she said bluntly for lack of anything better.
A mischievious grin slit his face as he edged closer and leaned in to her. "Wanna closer look," he grinned.
Haruhi's eyes widened at this brash approach to her thankfully pristine self. "No," she stated bluntly. The boy smiled and laughed after a moments pause.
"Well! No matter," he said as he lept to his feet and gestured about with his graceful hands. "All I truly desire is a maiden's company today!" He reached down and grabbed her hands. Haruhi found herself pressed against his body in a matter of moments. "Would you oblige me," he whispered in her ear.
He pushed her back so that he could stare into her eyes. His eyes traveled up and down her body until they came to the offending red mark. Gently, he lifted one of his long fingers and touched the spot making Haruhi wince in a somewhat subdued pain, yet her eyes immediately opened when she felt something soft touch her forehead. The boy pulled back out of his kiss only to smile and exclaim, "All better now! Right?"
Before she could actually answer him, a strong arm grasped her waist and jerked her back from her blonde captor. She looked up to see Kyouya with a most fearful and possessive expression upon his face. The boy stepped back in surprise. "What business do you have with my Princess," demanded Kyouya as he squeezed her as if to show that she was 'his'.
This use of words apparently upset Haruhi greatly for she chose that moment to struggle and beat upon her captors arm. "Let go of me," she shouted angrily at the all too possessive Kyouya.
"I'm protecting you! It's my job," he said indignantly. Her refusal of help really bugged him much more than necessary, but this blonde womanizer (from what he'd seen) bugged him much more. Besides, Haruhi was adding bruises to his already painful sunburn.
"I don't need your protection," she shouted in his face.
"You're a girl! Of course, you do," he responded angrily.
Oh. So now he's sexist, Haruhi thought as her eyes narrowed as a new determination entered them. Suddenly, she clamped her jaw down on her captor's arm as hard as she possibly could. Kyouya responded with a barely suppressed squeak of pain as he let go of Haruhi and proceeded to cradle his arm.
"What's wrong with you?! Don't you want my help," he yelled angrily. He usually kept all his emotions and words under lock and key but this was too much.
"Help," Haruhi responded quizically. "Since when have you helped me? So far you've eaten my rations, made me carry you for miles, and threw an apple in my face!" Haruhi's voice continued to rise throughout her statement till she was screaming at him. She couldn't even consider him useful in the smallest way at that moment. Angrily, she turned and sat down upon the grass with her arms crossed and her chin in the air. Perhaps some quiet would profit her more than listening to her follower's complaints.
Kyouya glared at her back before wandering to the other side of the hill and nursing his battered and bitten arm. This is crap, he thought silently to himself.
The boy sat down between the two fueding parties for a moment before jumping up with a smile and running over to Kyouya. "Hi," he smiled and extended his hand. Kyouya glared at him in such an evil way that the boy jumped back in obvious fear. He sat there for a moment looking at Kyouya's form before becoming bored and going to visit the enemy. He sat behind Haruhi for a while copying her pose till he got it just perfect. Then, he began flicking at her hair. Haruhi turned around abrubtly at that expecting Kyouya's evil smile but only to be greeted by the smiling boy. "Hi," he smiled and leaned forward.
"Uh. . . Hello?" Haruhi was unsure about this being. She had never met someone that had greeted her in such an unusual way.
As soon as she responded, his face lit up briliantly. "It's nice to meet you! I'm Tamaki! What's your name? Is your friend always this mean? He called you Princess! Are you a princess?"
Haruhi's mind whirled. It was almost like dealing with a child. . . or her father away from Court. "What would you like to know first. . . Tamaki?"
He suddenly hugged her and squeezed her tight. "Ah! You said my name! It was soo cute!" Suddenly, she pushed him away roughly. "Any other questio-" She was cut off by him jumping up abrubtly and pointing down at her with a flourish. "Uh. . . ," she said uninteligently.
"I find you adorable, cute, and utterly irresistable," he began wistfully. Kyouya turned to observe this spectacle. "I now pronounce you my Princess!" Tamaki smiled excitedly at Haruhi before he saw Kyouya staring blankly at him and ran over to hug him. "Now she can be mine and your Princess!" Tamaki smiled happily.
Kyouya looked over at Haruhi who shrugged. "How can she belong to two different people," Kyouya asked in a confused and rather protective voice.
Tamaki stopped for a moment and put a hand to his chin. "Yes," he conceded. "That would be a problem." He dropped to the ground and propped his head on his arm thoughtfully for a while before jumping up and grabbing Kyouya's arm so as to drag him to a standing point with him. "She's our daughter!" Kyouya's face turned from confused to a look that said "This guy is an idiot".
"How," he asked in a clueless voice.
"I, of course, will be her father," sighed Tamaki while dreamily hugging himself. "While you will be her mother!" He turned to smile at Kyouya brightly. "Isn't it great? There can be no other explanation to why I feel such a connection to her!"
Kyouya shook the odd look off his face and began to delve into his infinite resources of knowledge to explain this strange phenomenon only to come up with one possible explanation: hormones. He glanced at Haruhi who was snickering.
"Oh, Mother," she called as she turned around. "I'm starved! Please get me something to eat!" Haruhi laughed at Kyouya's hate filled expression with tears in her eyes. Though from laughter rather than pain this time. Kyouya softened a little. It was much better to laugh than cry. Even he knew that from his short existence.
"This is unacceptable," said Tamaki seriously. "Our daughter is hungry, and we aren't doing anything about it!" He gestured to Haruhi before pulling her into his arms for an embrace. "Don't worry, dear. Daddy will make it better!"
Haruhi instantly regretted her words and struggled out of the unwanted father's embrace. "I'm sure there is a town nearby," she said. After all, they had traveled far the previous day. "Isn't there, Tamaki?"
Tamaki glanced about him a little before answering. "Yes. Just over the hill, but I would rather eat my daughter's cooking!" He jumped up and down in front of the oddly matched pair. After a small silence, Tamaki turned and began to stride off while waving a hand to them and swinging his hips. "If it is what my daughter wishes. . . "
Haruhi stopped suddenly as she couldn't hold it any longer. "Tamaki," she said," what is that in your trousers?"
Tamaki stopped and glanced back smiling oddly with quite a bit of red heating his face. "What ever do you mean?" Kyouya's finally-under-control face just then broke. He had also noticed the. . . lump but wasn't about to say anything. He would just let Haruhi ask that question. He laughed inwardly for a moment. Haruhi is such a predictable person, he thought smugly to himself as he resumed his unconcerned mask.
Haruhi crossed her arms and stared at Tamaki unblinkingly. Why will he not tell me? Is it that big a secret, she considered briefly. She believed it was quite wrong to force out someone else's secrets, and of course she knew the male anatomy. Though, in her experience, males seemed to boast quite loudly about such things. This creature in front of her was most definitely male and not boasting which intrigued her. Perhaps it had to do with the way he sauntered about as if his charaude would discourage others from peering in deeper. Any secret that someone tried that hard to protect was probably worth keeping. She sighed. It would be best if she just let it go. "Nevermind," she sniffed and marched on ahead.
Tamaki's eyes widened at her words. He watched her march in the complete opposite direction in an almost catatonic state. It was absurdly funny to watch the decision visibly cross her face as well as smelling her emotions while in the process of making the decision, but, after all her careful decision making, he was surprised that she had let him go without prying anymore. Kyouya stepped up beside Tamaki with that knowing smile on his face.
"That's my Princess," he said with a quiet smile and a nod of his head in her direction. "You are a problem, my friend." Kyouya turned to study the intruder quizically. "What is it you desire from my Princess?"
Tamaki's eyes widened considerably. Is someone. . . suspicious of me, he thought fearfully. Again?
Kyouya turned and smiled. "Nevermind. I'm sure of my win. Do you not think so," he said before casting a glance at Tamaki and heading off.
Tamaki stood on the hill utterly dumbfounded which was something new to him. He had never been put off track that abruptly or met someone so. . . interesting. Both of these occurences in the same day were a first. Perhaps these people were the ones that he needed to find all along. Secrets did seem to be a must among this pair. He smiled. Then I'll fit right in.
"Tamaki!" He looked down to see Haruhi at the bottom of the hill waving frantically. "Come on!"
Tamaki raised his hand in a fist and shouted, "Here I go!" He leaped from the hill's crest to land on all fours naturally and, also naturally, found himself tumbling down the hill head over heels. After less than a few seconds, he found himself lying dazed at the bottom of the hill. Haruhi crouched down in front of him.
"Are you okay," she asked worriedly.
"I'm fin-" He put a hand to his head and his eyes widened. My hat is gone, his mind registered frantically. He looked at Haruhi's face with very childlike tears threatening to burst the corners of his eyes. "Please. . . don't hate me. Everyone hates me." Tamaki looked at the ground and squeezed his eyes shut.
Haruhi was startled when she first saw his dog-like ears atop his head but wasn't afraid. She reached tentavely to touch his furry blonde ears while he stayed bent on the ground. She stroked them. Rather than being soft and silky, the ears had a wiry feeling that she found amazing. After a while of resting her hand on his head, she ruffled his hair and laughed. She didn't know why such a nice person would be hated because his ears happened to be in a different place, but she certainly wouldn't be like this 'everyone' he spoke of. "I don't hate you," she smiled.
Tamaki looked up at her as he slowly pulled his hands from his head and dried his tears. She was smiling at him. Smiling. . . at me, he questioned his own sight. Such a thing had not been heard of in his lifetime. When people found out, they chased him. They vowed to kill him and all those like him. Can there really be anyone different? "Are you sure," he said quietly. "I'm dangerous. People don't like me. I like people, but they don't. . . like me."
Haruhi looked in his eyes that held so much more sorrow and betrayal than her entire life and knew this creature needed someone just like she had the night her mother died and Kyouya came into her life. Her eyes softened. "I will not leave you just because of the differences between us. I like to believe that people are liked for who they are not what they are. I like you for who you are," she smiled.
He looked once more into her smiling face before wrapping his arms around her and laying his head against her stomach to let out all his tears. She was startled but then reminded herself how child-like this being was and smiled. If he needed someone to cry on, she was available at the moment. She patted his back and hugged him in turn all the while whispering, "Everything's all right."
Kyouya came to stand behind the pair with an envious look on his face as he crossed his arms. Tamaki may be like a child, but she was his Princess. He was the only one who could comfort her, so she needn't concern herself with the Fool. It was a touching moment, but he refused to be touched. This was a game he had to win. He put a hand on Haruhi's shoulder and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "I'm glad my Princess is a compassionate one." She began to turn and his lips caught onto the corner of hers just long enough to not be taken as an accident. Her face turned red with anger again. He stood up and cast a glance her way. "Perhaps we should continue to the village. I'm sure we can make it by sundown."
Tamaki looked up as soon as he smelled the waves of anger coming from Haruhi. He let go and scooted farther away as the thought occurred that the anger might be directed at him and was relieved to see it was just Kyouya. Kyouya cast a glance at Tamaki and immediately noticed his furred ears flicked forward in interest. "Tamaki," he said as he squatted down in front of him, "are you. . . a werewolf?"
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Oh gosh! That took forever! LOL It didn't turn out exactly like I planned but I suppose that's a good thing. Does anyone have any questions? I really want to answer any questions you have in this story. BTW, I now have a Tamakipuppy fetish! XD I even drew a pic! LOL I plan on making one with Kyouya and Haruhi as Elves to. Would my readers like to see them? Also, did you like how I introduced Tamaki? I won't be working on this fic for a bit because I have to get Chapter 7 finished in my other one. Luckily, I usually make those short, so I will probably be able to get Chapter 3 up soon? sigh I also am posting this on my DA account so if anyone wants that one I can give it to you. Please review! I don't have many reviews so I may take this fic off. My DA ppl luv it so I'll probably still post it there. Anyway, read and review! Thanks!