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A/N: Still working out a few details. thanks to the 1 person who gave a review.
"Sempai…"
"We are as one, do not call me that any more."
"Gomen… Kyo-"
Haruhi's words were cut off as she felt his lips capture hers as soon as the room quickly changed color. She learned how quick Kyoya's hands were when he used his own hands to cover her ears as the thunder rumbled.
Haruhi was too occupied in their kiss to cringe in fear.
He kissed her fiercely as each flash of light illuminated his room in shades of blues and blacks. He learned to stun the flow of blood to an affected area you had to apply pressure directly or indirectly.
The first aid concept applied to Haruhi. For each moment of potential panic, he pressed his lips more fiercely. Soon he was able to remove his ands from his ears to hold her tightly against himself.
Kyoya shifted himself once more so that she was facing him, and she was straddling him as they sat in the middle of his bed. He held her in this position. Ready to hold her tighter. Ready to kiss her fiercely. They rode out the remainder of the storm in his bed.
Exhaustion soon took over Haruhi. Kyoya cradled her in his arm. Soon they were asleep. Ootori Fuyumi was scheduled to visit her youngest brother that morning. She entered the sitting room of Kyoya's suite of rooms.
The discarded clothing, told her she arrived at possibly the wrong time. To make sure of her hunch she opened Kyoya bedchamber door. She was pleased at the sight of her younger brother sleeping form wrapped around Fujioka Haruhi.
She moved silently to close the heavy curtains, and slowly crept out Kyoya's door. A small smile found its way over her lips. "This should be interesting."
Fuyumi made a request to speak with her father. To have her request expedited she simply stated that she was ready to giver her opinion on a matter regarding one Fujioka Haruhi.
Ootori Yoshio felt a sympathetic pain in his hand. His mind had forgotten that he had once slapped his youngest son. But his hand remembered the sting it felt. He remembered how much his hand hurt afterwards. Hearing the name Fujioka Haruhi brought the memory to the forefront. Normally he would forget such displays. But the strange girl's name brought the memory to the forefront. He recalled how this slip of a girl was respectful. He remembered she really did not care for his standing. In front of her, his rank meant nothing. She reminded him of when he met his wife.
While in his world, marriages were arranged to benefit both families. He knew she would bring her commoner's work esthetic to his family. His rival, business enemy, and friend Suou Yuzuru had started the scholarship that enabled Haruhi to attend Ouran High School. In return Haruhi wrote letters at his insistence. But that both patriarchs had come to the conclusion that she would be good for their sons.
They had become rivals once more. It became apparent to both fathers that the relationship between Miss Fujioka and one Morinozuka Takashi had the most potential. So both fathers soon dropped their interest in having Haruhi as a daughter-in-law.
But now, Fuyumi wanted to talk about Haruhi. Fuyumi made very few requests. He could grant her the time to listen to her report.
"Otosan, did you interfere in the life of Fujioka Haruhi?"
