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This chapter is revised! Was originally 1,500+ words. It's now 2,200+
words in length. I have changed a few things around.
Haruhi kept throwing her senpai confused glances. One minute, he's dark and demanding her to obey him, and the next, he's back to his normal cake-loving self. He didn't even seem to remember what he'd just put her through. He simply sat back, his stuffed bunny beside him as he inhaled his sugary confection without hesitation.
The older student looked up from his cake. "Are you okay, Haru-chan? Do you want some more cake? Or a different cake? We can order a different cake if you want something else! They'll even make something not on the menu if I ask them to."
She shook her head and rushed to calm him down. "No, I'm good, Mitsukuni."
Hunny's eyes bulged in shock, along with her own. Did she just call him by his name? Did she just call the cute and fluffy Hunny-senpai by the Dark Hunny's preferred name? Damn!
"Haru-chan, why did you-"
"N-no reason, senpai, I-I just never said your name before, and I... wanted to test it out," Haruhi stammered out, a bright blush no doubt on her face. She forgot that it wasn't Dark Hunny she was talking to. Which was a foolish thing. But the sudden change from one attitude to the next was difficult to get used to.
He gave her a wide smile then. "Okay! If you want to call me that, it's fine. Or you could still call me Hunny and drop the senpai completely." He smiled at her, easily believing her excuse, which she was grateful for. Mitsukuni had told her not to say anything after all.
"Sure thing, Hunny," she said with a sharp nod, leaving the honorific out. Better to get used to referring to the two opposite personalities now. What if Mitsukuni decided to come out again? She shuddered at the memory. And she was't entirely sure if she was scared or... excited.
Hunny returned to his cake, and Haruhi sighed in relief.
That was a close call. She needed to be more careful.
Haruhi almost groaned. She was going to have to see him today. Steeling herself, Haruhi walked into the building, trying to look happy. It wasn't working. Her classmates noticed her mood and asked what was wrong. She never heard their questions though. What would happen today? Would Mitsukuni show up again? Or would Hunny be ridiculously happy again?
When it was time for club activities, she was shaking. I don't want to go today! The Kami weren't on her side, because just then, the twins linked arms with her and dragged her off to music room three.
Everything seemed to be normal as far as Host Club matters could be considered normal. Tamaki was loud and obnoxious as usual. Kyoya was typing away, and Mori kept quiet. The twins were molesting each other, like they normally do. And Hunny... he was just sitting and eating cake. Nothing was different. Everything was as it should be. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Haruhi felt the tension slip away from her body, being replaced with calm. Perhaps she'd just been overreacting to everything. The sudden change in the blond's attitude would give anyone whiplash. She was just getting used to it. That was all it was. Everything would be find eventually.
Time passed quickly for her then, once she wasn't worrying over every little thing. The next week was as normal as can be, with the usual drama thrown into the mix. She wondered when she became so used to the antics of her fellow classmates. And when she actually began looking forward to seeing them every day.
Friday came rather quickly. Then the shit hit the fan. She was, once again, volunteered to wait for Hunny to awaken from his nap. Just because she was poor, didn't mean she had no life. They just assumed she had nothing to do, and that pissed her off. Even Mori was gone! It was as if they were planning this whole thing. Were they? Why did she have to be the one to wait? Why did she have to be the one to lose precious study time? It wasn't fair!
She complained to herself, pacing the room. Many ideas to torture the guys flashing through her mind. All of them required money, which she didn't have, so they were quickly forgotten. But her imagination was vast and she could at least enjoy the revenge in her own mind.
Whilst cursing to herself, Haruhi failed to notice the dark presence creep up on her. During her tiresome rant, she had woken up a certain someone from his nap, and he wasn't happy.
"Well, if it isn't my little Ha-Ru-Hi," a smooth voice practically purred in her ear, making her flinch just a bit. "I must say that I'm none too pleased about being woken up. But if it's you then I don't mind, because we can always have some fun. What do you say, Ha-ru-hi? Want to play a game?" Mitsukuni inquired, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.
Without waiting for her answer, he began leading her out the door. "Look like you're happy," he ordered, letting go of her waist, so he could grab her hand and tow her down the corridor.
The main entrance was his destination. His limo sat in wait just outside the school gates. Haruhi would have laughed at the pink bunnies that decorated it, if he wasn't holding her hand in a vice grip.
In the car, Mitsukuni made her sit on his lap after he put the divider up. His attitude did in no way change, but he became a lot more dark in a sense. "Ha-ru-hi, you are mine. That means you belong to me, and I don't want you touching those boys in the club."
Haruhi gave him her most confused look. Since when did she go around willingly touching any of them? Why would she want any of them to touch her, including present company? She had never given any indication that that would be something she wanted.
Mitsukuni's eyes narrowed in anger. "I saw it all, you know. Do you like it when Tamaki touches you like this? I bet you do! Everyone practically swoons under his touch." To prove a point, his hand caressed her face.
She shivered. It was the same thing Tamaki had done earlier but felt very different now. That's because Mitsukuni is doing it, a part of her mind reasoned. But that couldn't be true. Why would she like such treatment?
Because you like the power he has over you. Her mind provided once more.
Will you shut up! I don't like it! Haruhi argued back. The other voice in her head was silent, as if giving her a doubtful reaction. Whatever! She did not like it all that much.
A hand petted her hair and yanked on the ends, pulling her wandering gaze back to him since she'd been staring at her lap too long. "Ha-ru-hi, I asked you a question. I expect an answer."
Haruhi shook her head. "I don't like it when people touch me like that. In fact, Tamaki creeps me out when he does it."
Mitsukuni smirked at her answer. "That's right. But you like it when I do it to you. I can see it in your eyes. You have very expressive eyes that give away your every feeling."
He turned his attention to the driver and lowered the divider slightly. He gave orders to go to some restaurant Haruhi had never heard of, before putting the divider up again.
She was forced to watch as he maneuvered her more comfortably... for him that is. She, for one, didn't find straddling his waist particularly fun. It was wrong ad far too personal in her opinion. Yet you like it when he touches you, and that can be wrong too, that annoying voice in her mind whispered. Haruhi chose to ignore it this time.
Mitsukuni placed his hands on her waist. "I like the sight of you on top of me."
A strange feeling struck her stomach and she couldn't tell if she was arouse or nauseated. She would swear that she could feel her own heart trying to beat out of her chest though. Saying something so scandalous without a care in the world! Mitsukuni would be the end of her!
He laughed when her face flamed. "Oh, I know you like it too! I can feel how warm your body is, my little Ha-ru-hi."
The limo stopped and Mitsukuni moved her off his lap. He waited for the door to open and pulled Haruhi close to him. They left the limo behind and walked into one of the largest restaurants ever! The employees bowed to them as they walked by, and she had a feeling it had to do with the school uniforms. Ouran commanded a level of respect among the elite of Japan. She found that out when she went to the store after school and got free things for attending such an elite institute. All because of a uniform.
They were led to a table in the far back of the room and were given menus by their waiter. Haruhi stared at Mitsukuni in confusion. She couldn't read Spanish! She was taking conversational French and while the languages were similar to an extent thanks to a shared mother language, they were still different enough to confuse her poor brain.
He gave her a smirk. "Don't worry, my pet. I'll order for you."
With that, he dictated her evening, forcing her to sit next to him, so that he can run a hand up her thigh, or drop his napkin in her lap so that he could retrieve it. He even gave her a dirty look when she went to get it for him. Haruhi felt trapped. In a way she liked it, but in a way she didn't. It was an odd experience to be at odds within over something her body enjoyed and her pride kid of enjoyed too.
Mitsukuni went so far as to feed her and refused to let her drink, unless it was from his mouth. Needless to say, she went without a drink for the whole dinner. Somethings she could handle. Touching in an intimate fashion wasn't too bad since being int he Host Club had gotten her used to very tactile people. Kissing was a different story that she wasn't well verse in yet.
The blond on her left was smirking. About what, she didn't want to know. He was doing very un-Hunny-like things, and she wanted no part in it. Yeah right! her mind told her. Damn mind always spilling truths where they weren't wanted.
Her dining companion ordered a dessert, Bombones de Chocolate Negro y Blanco. Or, just white and milk chocolate bonbons. The whole name was ridiculously long.
He insisted on feeding her and shocked her when he demanded that she feed him. She offered him a bonbon and squeaked when he sucked her fingers into his mouth and bit down with light force. She couldn't get them back. His grip was strong. He smirked at her shocked expression. She shivered at the dark intent in his eyes. How unnerving! And kind of hot. The hooded eye look worked very well for him, she noticed.
Mitsukuni took his time feeding her, sometimes making her chase his hand for the treat. Haruhi didn't think much about it, nor did his pleased smirk make her worry in the least.
He finally deemed it time to leave and escorted her out after another half hour of attempting to eat dessert. Haruhi was still left shivering from his attitude. It was perfect and yet not. And so very confusing.
When they pulled up to her apartment, he pulled her to his side and kissed her hard, making her groan - Moan! her mind corrected - into his mouth. "Remember, pet, you are mine. I don't want to see you in Tamaki's arms anymore. Every time he touches you, I'll do something. Something that I know I'll like, and maybe you'd like it too. I wonder."
He winked and let go, and watched as she let herself inside and shut the door.
Haruhi breathed a big easier when she heard the limo pull away. She took a deep, soothing breath and shook herself off. No. She was not aroused by his dubious actions tonight!
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