"So, Kyouya, I learned that your family owns its own private beach." Adelaide announced as she paced across the room, running her fingers along bookshelves, window frames and even the wall. Her voice came out so nonchalant that Kyouya almost knew that it was a jab at him. He hadn't been able to learn any new information about her. He took the opportunity to scan his rough notes about her in his notebook.
Adelaide Igarashi
Gender-Female
Age-17
School-Ouran Academy
Nationality-American
Birthday- May 13
Star Sign-Tarus
Blood Type-?
Hair Color- Brown
Eye Color-Brown
Height- 5'5"
Weight-130lbs.
Occupation- Student
Family
Father?
Mother?
Step-father?
Favorite subjects-
History, English, Math
Notes-
After studying all of the question marks he had penciled in, Kyouya gazed down at the copy of her class schedule that he had carefully pasted below her photo. That was clever work he had done and was very proud for doing it so well. He would have various occasions to see her and chat. Not to mention how easy it would be to get her to stay after school. He was fairly confident that once she was introduced to the host club that they would fawn over her, especially Tamaki and the twins. Yes, looking at her now, he saw the qualities in her that were celebrated by the Host Club. Haruhi would certainly enjoy her company.
"Kyouya?" It had been rude to ignore her while he had imagined and analyzed the potential possible outcomes. He looked to her then, giving her his full attention. "What is it like?" His memory and voice failed him all at once. Looking into her large inquisitive eyes, he couldn't remember what she had just been talking to him about.
"Would you like to go to our beach?"
"Yeah," she said quietly moving closer to him. Damage had been done although he couldn't quite remember when. She looked as though she might begin to cry. As if to create evidence for this theory, her bottom lip began to quiver. She sighed and all traces that she had been hurt had vanished. She came to sit next to him and lifted his notebook out of his hands. Kyouya watched as she placed it gently on the table and didn't fight. Her deep soft eyes looked up to him wanting desperately to understand. He watched as she pulled him into her arms and embraced him awkwardly. Kyouya wasn't a virgin, but this interaction made him nervous. Even with his family and friends he had never been held this way, not by a woman at least, not even by Haruhi. All of this seemed so intimate and sudden. He wasn't sure what to do. He lay still against her neck, like a child's cherished plaything, like Honey's Usa-chan, and simply breathed in her scent. He closed his eyes and rested against her. He waited what seemed like an eternity for her to speak, for her to release him, but nothing of the sort happened not for a very, very long time. Finally, he relaxed and maneuvered his arms around her. It was a nice sensation, he decided. The clock chimed but she didn't break away quickly to leave. She stayed there, holding him on the sofa like she had all of the time in the world. He wished that she did.
"I have to go soon." She whispered. He thought that if he didn't respond she might stay, but he knew that was illogical. There were still things that he didn't know about her, but he trusted her. He wanted her to stay, to eat with him, to sleep with him. He wanted to wake up next to her and live life just like this. Something inside him chose that moment to remind him that life like that would soon grow monotonous. However, a day spent like that might well be worth it.
"Stay with me." He stated coolly. She released him then, placing her hands on his shoulder to right him.
"Now, that's out of character." She keenly remarked. He knew that it was true and groaned at his own idiocy. "I would." She admitted. Then she added, "I like you, Kyouya-kun." He recognized a statement for the record.
Only moments after she had quietly left him on the sofa, in his enormous empty house, he lifted that notebook, turned to her small file inside and under the notes section added one word.
Girlfriend?