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A/N: Here is chapter three. Sorry it took so long. I'm back to work after Spring Break and time got away from me. Thank you for the reviews. I hope they keep coming. I love them!
Haruhi woke up feeling extremely warm. She was trying to figure out why she was so over heated. Opening her eyes she found herself staring into thick orange hair. Hikaru's heated breath was brushing her skin as she found him sound asleep, head on her chest. Fully awake now she realized why she was so over heated. Hikaru was wrapped around her like a vine. One arm underneath her, the other wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her impossibly close to him. One ankle twisted around her ankle, his other leg high up on her hip the back of his heel helping to mold her body to his own.
She couldn't move. She couldn't breath. She felt so warm she thought she might faint. She tried to pull away, but Hikaru only tightened his grip.
"Uh-uh," he whispered. "Don't get up. Stay like this."
"I can't. I have to get up," she said still struggling to get away from him.
"No," he said pulling her against him. His lips kissing the side of her neck.
"I have to. I have class."
"Don't go. Let's stay like this for a while longer."
"Hikaru, let go. I have to get up."
"Just skip. It's only one class."
"Not all of us are rich bastards with the luxury of sleeping in. For some of us there are consequences for skipping class. I can't risk losing my scholarship. Not after all that Chairman Suoh has done to ensure it continues."
Hikaru pulled away slightly staring at her with a frown. "You don't have to worry about that, Haruhi. I'll pay for you to repeat the class."
"Don't be an idiot," she said pulling forcefully this time. He let her go. "I don't need you to pay for my classes. I need to get to class so I don't have to worry about being dropped."
"I'm serious though. If you got dropped I'd pay for it. You know that right?"
"Yes, I know you'd pay for it. Just like you know I'd never accept that payment, right?"
"I don't know why. You're my girlfriend and I have more money than I'll ever know what to do with."
She sighed in frustration. "I'm an honor student, Hikaru, I don't need your charity."
He frowned looking at her as she entered the closet that had some of her clothes. He could hear her get dressed.
"I didn't offer because your charity," he said the moment she stepped out. "I offered because I want to take care of you." He felt himself getting angry. He struggled to keep it in check.
"I don't need you to take care of me. I wasn't raised to be pampered and snag myself a husband to look after me. If that's the kind of girl you want, Hikaru, then go look up one of your old customers from the Host Club."
He caught her arm before she walked out of the room. "Hey, if that's the kind of girl I wanted that's who I'd be going out with. I just meant that you don't ever need to worry about money. Hell, Haruhi, you didn't have to worry about money even when we were just best friends you know that."
"I do. Just as you know that throughout our years as friends I never asked you for money."
He could hear the anger in her voice he was getting angry himself.
"Why the hell are we fighting about this? I just wanted to spend a little extra time with you this morning. Is that a crime?"
"When I have a class to get to yes it is. I've got to go. If I don't leave now I'll be late."
"What about breakfast?"
"No time. I'll see you later."
He reached out grabbing her arm once more. "Hey, you're forgetting something."
She smiled at the smirk on his face. She stood up on her toes so she could reach his mouth. She placed her lips against his and tried to kiss him quickly.
Hikaru was having none of that. The second her lips touched his he pulled her close and deepened the kiss. He moaned into her mouth tugging her hips up against his own.
"Come on, Haruhi, don't go to class. They're not going to drop you if you miss one class."
"I'm not missing class I can't afford to get behind. Especially since it's so close to the end of term." She kissed him once more then reached for the door.
"Fine," he bit out pouting like the spoiled brat that he was. "Meet me at the café for lunch and don't tell me you don't have time for that. Even honor students have to eat."
"Fine. I'll meet you there at one o'clock."
Haruhi was running down the sidewalk checking her watch. She was relieved to find she still had fifteen minutes before she had to meet Hikaru. After his temper tantrum this morning she really didn't want to be late and give him another reason to be mad at her. She walked into the café frowning. Unfortunately Hikaru spent more time being mad at her than not these days.
"Haru-chan, come sit with us."
The frown was replaced by a smile when she seen Hunny-Senpai waving her over to a table he was sitting at with Mori-Senpai.
"Hey guys, is there enough room for Hikaru and probably Kaoru too."
"Of course, Haru-chan. We will just pull up a few more chairs."
"Haruhi?"
She turned at the voice calling her from across the café a smile lighting her beautiful face.
"Arai? Excuse me guys I'll be right back," she said as she walked toward her old friend she hadn't seen in so long.
"Wow, I haven't seen you in so long," he said taking in every inch of her. "You've grown up some in that time."
She blushed slightly as she realized his eyes lingered a little bit longer than they should have at her chest. She resisted the urge to tug up the top of her tank top cursing Hikaru for designing these dipping necklines when he designed for her.
"Yeah, it's been a while. What have you been up to?"
His eyes snapped back to her face as he began to catch her up on his life.
Hikaru was just about to open the door to the café when he stopped short. Kaoru walked into the back of him.
"What the hell, Hikaru?" he said rubbing his nose.
"Why does this seem to happen every time I see her," Hikaru growled.
Kaoru looked up to find some guy talking to Haruhi. Standing closely to Haruhi. He sighed. Hikaru had been in such a good mood this morning too.
"He looks familiar," Kaoru said now that he got a better look at the guy.
Hikaru stared at the guy. He did look familiar. Recognition dawned on him as his anger grew. "Karuizawa."
Kaoru looked back at the guy. It was the friend of Haruhi's they had met in Karuizawa. The guy who set Hikaru off like no other.
Hikaru watched her friend from middle school. He tried to look interested in whatever Haruhi was saying, but Hikaru could see the frequent glances toward the slight cleavage rising above her camisole tank top. Hikaru jerked the door open and made his way toward Haruhi.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his chin on her shoulder just as he had done when approaching her with that damn Takigawa.
"Hey," he said leaning over to kiss her cheek.
"Hey," she said smiling at him.
"I know you," Arai said frowning slightly as he looked at him. "You're one of Haruhi's Ouran friends that I meet in Karuizawa right?"
"Well we were just friends then but that was a long time ago. We're dating now."
Arai's frown only deepened. "I thought there was something between the two of you."
"You thought right," Hikaru said as he straightened up keeping his hands on her. The deeper Arai frowned the angrier he got. He began running his hands possessively along Haruhi's sides.
"Hikaru, stop," Haruhi said trying to step out of his grasp.
"Awww, come on, Haruhi, that's not what you said last night," he whispered implying a lot more than the innocent touches of the previous night.
"Hikaru," she said her cheeks blazing red.
"Come on," he said tired of watching this Arai eye her up and down. "Let's go have lunch. We have class soon and I know you'll never miss one."
She stared at him frowning at the sarcasm in his voice.
"But, Arai was just…"
"Was just what?" he interrupted sharply.
"I was just catching up with Haruhi. It's been a while." The other guy said with that annoying friendly smile he wore way back in Karuizawa.
"Well, since it's been so long you would think you could take the hint," Hikaru snapped.
"Hikaru," Haruhi seethed glancing around the café uncomfortable with the attention Hikaru's temper was gaining them.
"What? It's true," he said pinning Arai with a glare. "I mean how many years is it going to take before it sinks in that she has no room for you in her life. If she had a place for you then you would have been by her side everyday all these years since Karuizawa."
"Hikaru," Haruhi said her voice filled with anger. He could hear it. He knew she'd be mad but damn it, he was mad too.
"But she hasn't needed you because she has me," Hikaru continued ignoring her warning to stop. "You are nothing in her life. I guess I wasn't clear all those years ago. Allow me to be clear now, stay away from my girl."
"Hey, man, I just wanted to talk to her…"
"If she had something to say to you she would have been in touch. Let's go, Haruhi," he said pulling on her hand.
"Stop being so rude," she whispered standing her ground.
"I'm rude. Well what about him. I mean most people would consider it rude to be sniffing around another guy's girl. Don't you think that's rude? I do, and I'm done watching it. Let's go," he said pulling her out of the café.
"Sorry, Arai," she whispered. As Hikaru pulled her out of the café she tried to ignore the stares of every patron inside the place.
Kaoru frowned as he watched the interaction between Hikaru and Arai. He was not the only one.
"Kao-chan, Hika-chan's behavior is a bit…" Hunny stared at him as he searched for the right word.
"Concerning," Mori finished a deep frown on the taller mans face.
"I know." Kaoru sighed looking at his older friends.
"Takashi has noticed that Haru-chan seems distracted while they are studying. She seems sad."
"I know," he repeated. "I've noticed it too. Hikaru's temper is getting the best of him. I don't know what to do."
"Well, I hope you think of something. We love Hika-chan but we will not stand by and watch him hurt Haru-chan." Hunny had that dark look in his eyes that he only wore when dealing with an enemy that was hurting his friends.
"Hnn," Mori agreed looking equally serious.
"If you have any suggestions, Hunny-Senpai, I'm all ears," he said at a loss to help his hot-tempered brother.
"Stop pulling on me," Haruhi said as Hikaru dragged her through the halls of the University. "I'm serious, Hikaru, Let go."
"No," he said pulling her closer to him.
"You need to calm down," she said digging her heels in and stopping his movement. "What is wrong with you? You humiliated us all back there. You no how much I hate to be the center of attention. You acted like a child."
Hikaru yanked her into an empty classroom.
"So, I'm a child if I don't enjoy seeing some guy leering at my girlfriend?"
"He wasn't leering. We were just talking. I don't know why it's such a big deal to you. He's just an old friend."
"Maybe you see him as a friend. He has never seen you that way. He even confessed to you."
"That was back in middle school."
"Yeah, and every time he sees he looks more and more interested. Why do you have to be so oblivious to a guy's attention? It infuriates me."
"Well excuse me for not thinking every guy wants to jump my bones. You and your immature behavior is what's infuriating."
"Oh, come on, Haruhi," he seethed. "Are you really going to look me in the eye and tell me you still can't tell when a guy is interested in you. He was practically undressing you with his eyes."
"You're being ridiculous. He is just a friend. A friend. And a mature one at that. He wasn't the one making a scene in Karuizawa and he wasn't the one making a scene today at the café. That was you, both times."
She started to walk away. His grip on her wrist tightened.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I'm out of here. I'm going for something to eat, and you need to calm yourself."
"We're not done here," he said pulling her close.
"I have nothing more to say."
"I do," he said backing her up against a wall. He began kissing her neck. She tried to pull away but she had nowhere to go.
"A game, Haruhi," he whispered into her ear.
"What?" she asked looking furious.
"A game. If I make you forget everyone but me then I'll calm down. If you keep thinking of someone else then you lose and you'll have to pay a penalty."
She pushed him away her anger giving her strength.
"We are not in High School anymore. I'm your girlfriend, Hikaru, not your toy."
He pressed himself against her. His hot breath panting in her ear.
"You are my girlfriend but you're my toy too. You always have been you always will be."
He kissed her roughly. She tightened her lips and refused to kiss him back. This only angered him more. He ran his hands roughly up the front of her tank top. She moaned the tiniest bit, but it was enough for Hikaru to slip his tongue into her mouth and deepen the kiss.
After a few moments he felt her fingers in his hair. He smiled against her lips. He swiped his tongue across her bottom lip and ran his hands down her hips. He grabbed her bottom and pulled her against the growing bulge in his jeans.
"Hikaru," she whispered.
That's what he had been waiting for. He puled away from her a mischievous smirk on his face.
"Now you're only thinking of me. I win," he said his smile growing.
"Ugh, you're such a jerk," she said and stormed out of the room.
Kaoru walked into class and frowned. His brother smiled like a cat that just swallowed a canary and Haruhi looked like she was about to punch his brother, or cry in his arms.
"Hey, you all right?" he asked taking his seat beside her.
She merely nodded her head yes. That wasn't good. Though Haruhi was one of the quieter members of the Host Club, she was never at a loss to express herself to him. He looked at his brother who continued to hum with a satisfied look on his face. Hunny-Senpai's warning came back to him. Hikaru wouldn't be smiling if he heard Hunny's threat. Maybe he should tell him.
Kaoru barely heard a word the Professor said. He would have to get notes from Haruhi. She would have taken excellent notes even if she were distracted. The girl's brilliant mind worked on autopilot when it came to academics.
At the end of class Hikaru stood up and took Haruhi's hand in his. She jerked it away violently. Hikaru looked shocked.
"I repeat, I am not your toy. I don't need to be lead around by the hand as if I'm some kind of mindless doll."
Before Hikaru could come out of his shock Haruhi was already gone.
Kaoru thought about her words and frowned at his brother.
"What?" Hikaru said defensively.
"Please tell me you do not still call your girlfriend your toy?"
Hikaru stared at him saying nothing. Which actually told him everything.
"She is not a plaything, Hikaru. She didn't like that reference back in High School you think she's going to like it as your girlfriend?"
"Shut up. What do you know? You think of her as our toy too and you know it. If she were your girlfriend instead of mine you wouldn't think any differently."
"You should know better than that. If Haruhi were my girlfriend I would love her not play with her. You shouldn't be playing with her either."
Hikaru walked away before saying something to his brother that he would regret. Maybe Kaoru was right. He had to calm down, find Haruhi, and apologize to her.
Haruhi was walking down the hall willing herself to calm down. She had to meet with Mori-Senpai in a less than two hours and if he saw her like this he would stare at her silently until she spilled. For such a quiet guy he sure knew how to get people to talk.
"Hey, Fujioka."
Haruhi looked up to see one of the jocks from the former football club at Ouran Academy approaching her. She never really liked him much. Contrary to Hikaru's belief she did know when men were leering at her. This guy was one of them. At least he was with a friend so they weren't alone.
"Hey, Tarumi-Senpai," she said trying to walk by. He blocked her way forcing her to stop.
"We saw what happened in the café this afternoon. When you get tired of dating that hot headed fashion twin remember there are more mature men that have their eye on you since you stopped masquerading as a guy in the Host Club. I used to want to kick your ass for making me feel like a homo since I was attracted to you but all that anger disappeared when I found out you were a chick. A fine looking chick at that. I've had my eye on you since back in the academy. Remember that."
"Like she'd ever go for a dumb jock like you," Hikaru said putting one arm around her waist. "Stay away from my girl, Senpai."
The jocks smile grew. "You seem to be saying that a lot today. Better watch out, Hitachiin, I'm far from the only guy with an eye on your girl." His eyes lingered on the swell of cleavage sticking out from her top. Just like Arai. All thoughts of calming down and apologizing went right out the window as his rising anger got the best of him.
"If you can't control your jealousy then you shouldn't date such a gorgeous girl. Remember what I said, Fujioka," with that the jock winked at Haruhi and walked away.
Hikaru was furious. He grabbed Haruhi's hand and walked out of the building.
"What are you doing? Where are we going? I have some research to do before I meet Mori-Senpai for study group."
"You've got over an hour and a half before then. I've got to get out of here for a bit and you're coming with me."
Hikaru tried to calm down but found that he couldn't. What the hell was going on today? Was this some kind of game? The how much can you piss off Hikaru game? Was this Kaoru's doing?
Hikaru looked back to see Tarumi leaning against a pillar watching Haruhi walk away with him. No, this wasn't Kaoru's doing. This was some kind of twisted fate conspiring against him. He opened the passenger door to his R8 Spyder and helped Haruhi in he slammed her door, slammed his own and sped to his estate.
Once inside he led Haruhi to the study and threw her on the love seat. He crawled on top of her and kissed her fiercely. Some of his anger turned into lust. He relished the feeling. This is what he needed. Their bubble. He needed to be away from the outside world. He never knew why he ever had to leave the house. If Haruhi and Kaoru were with him who cared about anyone else?
He hated other guys for staring at his Haruhi. Sure the girl was drop dead gorgeous but she was taken. Couldn't these guys take the hint? All he could see were Arai's eyes and Tarumi's eyes staring at her chest. He had to mark her, claim her, and let all those other guys know she was his.
He kissed his way down to the soft swell of her breast. His hands on her hips holding her tightly to his body.
"Hikaru, Hikaru, stop," he barely heard her whisper. He was too lost in his fog of possession in his mindless quest to conquer and claim her. All thought left him as a primal need to make claim came over him. He felt her hands on his wrist as he tried to tug on the waist of her jeans. She yanked on his wrist hard.
"Hikaru, stop, owwww, owww, Hikaru, you're hurting me."
He placed his hands back on her hips as he moved his mouth off of the soft skin of her chest.
"Maybe now you'll have to cover them up instead of putting them on display for the likes of Arai and Tarumi," he said harshly. He stopped ranting when he noticed her tears. "Don't cry, Haruhi, I'm sorry, don't cry."
"It, it hurts," she whispered still fearful of his angry touch, his angry passion.
He looked down wondering why a few hickeys would be something to cause Haruhi to cry. The girl never cried. What he saw made him jump off of her in horror. There on the top of each breast were not hickeys but bite marks. One just brought blood to the surface, the other broke the skin completely. She was actually bleeding.
"Haruhi, I, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…"
"Give me your shirt," she said bluntly no traces of her tears in her voice.
"What?"
"I have to go back to the University to study with Mori-Senpai and I can't go back like this. Give me your shirt."
He unbuttoned his white shirt and handed it to her. He silently watched her put it on wincing a bit when the material moved across her sensitive, broken skin.
"Haruhi, I'm really…"
"I've got to go," she said and walked out of the room. He heard her ask one of his drivers to return her to school. He was so shocked by what he'd done he didn't even try to stop her.
Kaoru was heading toward the library to talk to Mori-Senpai when he noticed Haruhi with her head down wearing the shirt Hikaru had been wearing that day.
"Haruhi?"
Kaoru gasped when he saw that she'd been crying.
"What's wrong?" he asked walking up to her.
She merely nodded her head her bottom lip quivering slightly.
"Haruhi, don't lie to me. Tell me what's wrong. I'm your friend, tell me."
"Not now," she whispered. "For now, just hold me a minute okay, Kaoru."
"Sure, Haruhi, whatever you need," he said pulling her close.
Haruhi pressed herself against him. Her hands gripping the front of his shirt. She buried her face in his chest. She cried no tears but he could feel her trembling slightly. What did Hikaru do this time? The sweet scent of her hair assaulted his nose just as he began to feel the heat of her body pressed against his. He felt that all too familiar tightening in his jeans and pulled his hips back slightly hoping she didn't feel it. What the hell was he thinking? The poor girl was shaking in his arms because she needed comfort and all he could think about was how good she felt against him. Kaoru took a deep breath as he struggled to only think of Haruhi as his best friend and not the young woman he desperately wanted to make love to.
A/N (again): Please don't give up on me. I'm sure you are now getting bored with Hikaru's jealousy and anger, I just wanted to set the stage for why he has so much angst and how the rest of the characters deal with it. There is so much more to the story than just his anger. I promise. The other members of the former Host Club will be joining us in the next chapter or two so please stick with me. If you do I would greatly appreciate it. Also any reviews are appreciated as well. They remind me to get on the computer and keep going. Arigato.