A/N: This is the exact same chapter as the last one only in Kyoya's POV I try to change most things but due to the fact that somethings can't be changed (that means I got lazy there -.-") I only put in what I think Kyoya would think/do/act etc. OOC is guaranteed, as I'm not the creator of Kyoya so it can only be similar NOT congruent (maths) any suggestions to improve or change is greatly appreciated! And any grammar faults/inconsistencies please let me know and where you found the error from would be good too, not that I don't edit but I find that after the tenth time I've read through the chapter I'm pretty blind to the mistakes… -.- Sorry for the long A/N and on with the story:


Chapter 5 – Kyoya

"So how are you feeling?" I ask Amelia while standing next to her bed, looking down with much concern that isn't visible. But its there I know – it's chewing my insides out.

"Where are we going?" She ignores me and fires off her own questions, and I believe she is the sick one…

"I asked first Amelia. How are you feeling?"

"Sick." She admits reluctantly, "But we're still going out right?" She asks hopefully.

"Depends." I fold my arms together.

"On?" She asks eagerly.

"Mai?" I call her in.

"Mai?!" She asks incredulously, I ignore her and continue.

"Mai, come here for a moment." Mai comes in and takes a place next to me.

"Yes?" She asks inquiringly.

"Has Amelia been good?" I ask her with a poker face, something I can do perfectly on most occasions but for some reason I'm finding it hard to do right now…

"She has been so sick she couldn't do anything but be good." Mai informs me smugly. Amelia pulls the most adorable face and starts sulking. It is all I can do to stop bursting out with laughter and Mai just smiles. I can see her brain cogs trying to find a different tack.

"Please, please let me go!" She pleads with us, giving us puppy eyes. I turn to Mai; she looks thoughtful for a moment before saying,

"If you can pass this test then I'll let you go. OK?"

"Test? What kind?" Her face changes instantly; almost like a silent film. One moment its all fun and games the next it's as if she was asked to sit an exam she's never studied before.

"Just keep the thermometer in your mouth for five minutes, if your reading is under 39 degrees I'll let you go. If not I'll have to keep you in bed. Even so I'm not supposed to let you out until your fever has gone completely." Mai says issuing her conditions; Amelia obeys and puts the thermometer in her mouth. Both of us never taking our eyes off her in case she took it on herself to cheat a little.

"Done yet?" She asks impatiently with the thermometer still in her mouth.

"No. Don't talk while it's in your mouth if you do that again I'll make you do it again." Mai threatens. She pulls what resembles a glum face and look out the window; I'd love to know what she was thinking… The way she's just looking out that window… It's making me itch to know what she is really thinking; I turn away from her to stop myself from blurting out something on a whim. But there's a problem I've never done anything on a whim, what is wrong with me?!

"Open your mouth Amelia." Mai takes the thermometer out of her mouth to read it, after a while she announces, "Thirty eight. You're OK to go out."

"Yayaaa!!" She beams and hugs Mai, "Thanks!"

"But you'll still have to wrap up warm." Warns Mai.

"Sure!" She continues to give out a radiance of the warm sun, "Can we go now?"

"After you've changed yes. I'll wait for you down stairs." I tell her leaving the room, closing the door after me. I walk down the staircase into the living room picking up the day's newspaper as something to do rather than something I am genuinely interested in reading. At least it'll distract me for awhile, a watched kettle never boils they say… Something to that affect any way… I flip open the paper but my eyes never settle long enough for me to take in the words let alone make any sense of it. But if I put it away it'll be even worse for me, I force myself to tediously work through a simple article about something I can't even retain for more than five seconds in my brain. After reading that same article two times and not understanding what it's going on about I give up on it and decide to read a different article, maybe that'll hold my interest. Half way through the article I realise I'm still not absorbing anything. I'm about to give up when I hear her voice apologetic.

"Sorry, hope you didn't wait long…" I lower the paper aside and say, keeping my voice flat.

"I didn't wait long, the paper occupied me." Not really. She looks up and retorts scathingly.

"Well looks like my breath was wasted on someone like you."

"I'm taking you out and you're sulking."

"I am not sulking! Its something called sarcasm." Denial never worked in favour for anyone using it. I hide a smile and reply deadpan.

"Whatever Amelia." I carefully fold the paper and place it on the table in front of me before standing up. She's wearing that coat I bought her, and for some reason I feel a light feeling in my chest. I go out first as I've already put on my boots and I'm waiting on Amelia.

"Itekimasu!!" I hear Amelia greet Mai goodbye, I probably should too but I can't be bothered.

"Itera'shai Amelia San, Master Kyoya." The next thing I hear – or rather feel is Amelia smashing into my back.

"Ouch…" I turn around glaring at her, some how taking her out isn't as appealing as I first thought. "I'm sorry." She pinches her nose, I assume to stop the pain from getting worse.

"Are you really that stupid that you'd run on ice?" I chide her with her best interests at heart of course.

"It's the first time I've been in snow OK? So just cut me some slack." She sounds really hurt but I'm more worried about her safety than anything else. Even if it means hurting her feelings for a bit.

"Cut you some slack?" I ask not really believing my ears.

"You know, like forgive me for running on ice or doing something stupid and or idiotic in snow that may or may not put myself and you in danger. That kind of thing."

"And why should I forgive you if you put me in danger?" Especially you; you're the one that matters the most.

"Because I asked you?" I bristle at her insufficient response and just take longer strides. Outside on the footpath she runs up to me and asks,

"Why isn't there any snow on the footpath?" I keep my irritation under control and explain as civilly as I can.

"Because everyday someone comes around and clears all the snow that has fallen over night."

"Oh…" She starts to blow on her hands due to the cold and I pull off my gloves for her.

"Here." She just looks at me with surprise on her face, as if I wasn't human enough to do something like that. I look back down indifferently to hide my exasperation as well as something else I can't name.

"Thanks," She pulls on the gloves but they are a bit too big, I can see her trying to make the glove fit properly but she gives up. Looking around she asks me, "Kyoya, where exactly are we going?"

"A park near by. But I don't think you've passed it before. It's in the opposite direction of school."

"Oh…" Upon turning a corner we see a large sign that says 'Shrio Park' "White Park?" I ignore her outburst and pull her into the park, "Whoa! Watch it!" She nearly slips but the momentum of me pulling her forward stops her from falling. I stop inside the park where there were several path leading off, I feel her grip onto my arm tightly.

"We're here." I turn to look at her and she's just standing there looking blankly around.

"Wow the name really suits it." She says dumbfounded, I inform her blandly,

"Someone wasn't inventive enough so they just named it Shiro Park. If I'm not mistaken the person who planned this park his name was Shiro something…"

"Kyoya sempai, there isn't anyone here." Hmm… How very observant of her. I tell her flatly,

"Everyone here doesn't need a park they have their own in their own back yard. Its more of a natural reserve." She quickly lets go of my arm, and I was just getting used to the death grip too. I curb my amusement for the benefit of her.

"It's still a nice place." She mumbles, she walks off and I ask her,

"Where are you going?" She turns her head, not bothering to turn her whole body to face me.

"Just taking a walk. You can stay here, but I'm taking advantage of this good weather." She walks down the path, I sigh and catch up with her stuffing my hands into my pockets.

"Are your hands cold?" I give her a flat smile and say,

"No." She starts to pull her well-wrapped scarf off, before I can say anything she is winding the warm scarf around my neck.

"What are you doing? You'll get sicker if you don't wear that." I tell her, trying to push her hands away and return the scarf quickly.

"Well I'm sorry for taking your gloves so that's for you. I don't want you to get sick either." That comment stops me in my tracks and I can feel a slight burning on my face, she doesn't notice a thing her attention totally focused on the pond, "Do you think that's safe for skating on?" She asks me reminding me of a child.

"The pond?" I ask in amazement, she wants to skate?

"It'll be safer if you skated in an ice ring, that way you know that the ice can't just give way."

"You're just being a spoil sport." She pulls a face at my answer and sticks her tongue out at me. "Not that it'd matter anyway, I can't even skate." She can't skate and she was just asking me if it was safe to skate on it? Is she thick?

"Then why'd you bother asking me?" I ask her exasperation showing it's ugly head in my tone. Not that I didn't try to stop it.

"Just want to see what you'd say." She runs into a large pile up of snow and plays with the snow that going everywhere on her. If she gets wet she'll get even sicker, I shake my head in resignation and say to her,

"Come on, you'll get sick like that. You're such a child."

"So? It's snow! Frozen rain! I love rain but man snow just tops it off, you get to play with it!" she seems to be very happy at the moment but she won't be so happy when she gets worse.

"Until it melts into your clothes." I say deadpan, she sits up and dusts herself off.

"You are one sad person you know? Have you ever felt like what I'm feeling now? Just to be so free." 'Be free', I do happen to have that in my vocabulary but I don't have any time and pressure on me obliges me not to put that into practice.

"You're sick." I point out dryly putting out a hand to help her up off the snow. She takes my hand with both hands and pulls me down as hard as she can onto the snow.

"Mpfh." I land face down on the snow – my glasses are squished. No doubt I'll have to replace those when I get back. I sit up and notice that my entire jacket is covered in snow, while trying to dust my jacket off I feel something heavy splat into my chest.

"Amelia that is not nice." I say barely controlling my annoyance, I take off my glasses that are skewed and clean them before calmly dusting my jacket down and putting my glasses on.

"Pooh, your no fun. I bet Tamaki Sempai would be more fun to be with." She sticks her tongue out at me and gets up. The jibe about Tamaki irritates me more than it should ever have; I know that Tamaki is just better than I am in things like this – spontaneity. I can't be fun huh. I'll show her, I grab her arm before she can stand up properly, a grin starts to force its' way out and I don't stop it. This is war and Amelia declared it. I know she can feel me getting serious as she tenses up and tries to pull her arm free but I hold on even tighter, saying coldly,

"You started it Amelia, I'm no fun huh." With my other hand I scoop up some snow and throw it straight into her chest.

"OI! No fair! You're holding onto me!!" She lets out a squeal as I lob another one, she barley dodges it, and because of the weird way she's half standing half sitting she falls onto me as she dodges the second snowball.

"Oof." I'm slightly winded, but I quickly regain my bearings and find Amelia directly on top of me. When she opens her eyes she starts to burn up turning an endearing shade of red, she tries to get off but I wrap my arms around her holding her down.

"Um..uh.., I'm... can you um let go…?..?" Hahaha! Who is having the last laugh now?

"I'm no fun am I?" I mutter, enjoying every moment of her discomfort.

"Ok, ok I take back my words. Just can you let me go now?" She asks in much pain.

"Why? I'm having so much fun." I grin at her wickedly.

"Ooh, you're so evil! Gah! I'm sick here remember?" She tries to force her way off but I just hold on tighter.

"But didn't you say you weren't sick this morning?" I ask clarifying what I remember her saying.

"I did no such thing!" She is still trying to get out, in this position? She has no way in hell of doing that. I roll over and pin her down. Her hair is out of its tie now and several bunches of it are on her face. I carefully brush away the hair that's on her face. She looks different now, something is different I try to find it but I can't it is there and I know it is so glaringly obvious but much to my chagrin I can't find it! Something is fogging up my mind now… No matter… I'll do something about it later… She breaks the quiet that's settling around us by saying nervously,

"Um… Kyoya sempai, could you please let me go? I'm very uncomfortable here…" I choose to ignore her, the mystery is still there and I'm going to find out. I play with her hair admiring the softness and lovely deep dark brown colour of it. The fog is getting thicker and denser and all I can think of is that sweet smell coming from her, "Kyoya please let me go now. You're scaring me." I lean in closer and whispers into her ear, taking in the sweet smell of her hair and neck,

"You scared? I highly doubt that." I let out a small chuckle in her ear and she turns her head away. "You have very nice hair, why do you always tie it up?" I hear her breathing hitch and become irregular. "Mmmm, you smell so nice, so delicious."

"K-Ky-Kyoya, please stop." It comes out in a whisper, and instantly something clicks in my mind and I can see everything with an almost painful clarity. She must think I'm taking advantage of her. Or even worse. Oh god, how stupid can I get?

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Amelia." I keep apologising hoping that it is sufficient enough for her to forgive my stupidity. "I'm sorry." I keep saying, but for some reason I just can't make myself move. I can feel her calming down, her breathing deep and regular now. I feel some pressure on my hand and realise its Amelia squeezing it tight. I stop saying sorry and say to her,

"I don't know what happened Amelia. I'm so sorry, I promise not to scare you like that again." I lift my head up to apologise sincerely.

"I never knew I could see your emotions so easily. You're like an open book here." She teases me.

"No, it's just you. Only you. I don't know what's happening Amelia." I really don't, for once I don't have the foggiest what is happening to me. All I know is that when I'm with her I'm either so worried about her I go into an even worse mood or I just can't think straight.

"This is you isn't it? The Kyoya I see all the time isn't you is he?"

"I don't know Amelia. They are both I but only you ever saw me like this. You're very beautiful you know that?" I say that out on an impulse, she blushes and turns her head to the side so I couldn't see her eyes. The side of her face is so smooth, it looks like silk I wonder how it feels… The fog is coming back I know that but don't know how to stop it. I carefully lean in and give her a light kiss, thankfully I pull back to leave her enough space to turn around.

"Why'd you do that for?!" She demands her face going a deeper red.

"I just wanted to know how it felt." Which is the truth in its entirety; it's smooth and so very soft, I bend my head down and brush my lips against hers.

"Do you mind?" I whisper, "I take that as a no?" I ask; the fog is everywhere in my mind now, the only thing I have in my mind is to kiss her. I pull away by a fraction and quickly bend my head down to kiss her, for a second she doesn't react but then she starts to kiss me back… So warm, so soft… I deepen the kiss and she follows me … She pulls me in closer hugging me tightly while still kissing me. So odd, so different this fog, I welcome it but I know I'm not myself when it takes over. Like I'm a spectator looking at another person, not me, not Ohtori Kyoya. Just some other person. I stop thinking and just lose myself in the fog over taking my brain.

It feels so long yet when we broke apart it feels so short. For some weird reason I wish it was longer…

"Amelia, I – I mean, I'm just. Sorry, I didn't mean to." I blab on, something so unlike me it takes me a moment to realise that I am still me.

"It's – I." She burns a bright red. "Omygod." She takes in deep shaky breaths, "Did we really…?" She shuts her eyes tightly.

"You mean did we really do this?" I ask her kissing her for the second time enjoying it more and more.

"Oh god. We did." She tries to suppress a smile, she opens her eyes and laughs she keeps laughing and laughing. I hug her tightly, promising in my heart never to let her go.

"We better go back before someone comes out to find us like this." I say after a moment, she returns my tight hug and mumbles.

"Hmm yeah…" I nuzzle the side of her neck and she squirms in my arms, letting out a laugh. I let go of her and get up before pulling her to her feet hugging her tightly to my side. I run my hands through my hair to dislodge any snow from my hair but most of it has already melted in. I look at Amelia and her hair is a mess too, but it doesn't look so bad in fact I think I like it that way. She dusts some snow off my jacket, cuddling into me. I put my arms around her holding her tight as we walk home.

"Exactly what am I going to say to Mai?" She asks wondering out loud.

"Snowball fight? Close enough." I say, playing with her hair.

"She'll give me a good yelling at you know." I kiss the top of her head breathing in that sweet smell that went everywhere with her. I say absent-mindedly,

"No she won't. Because she'll be too busy yelling at me for letting you get damp. Actually I shouldn't have done that, you might just get sicker." I hold her closer to keep her warm.

"Nothing I can't live through." I can hear her smile in those words; she leans into my chest relaxing as she did. What is that feeling in my chest? Feels like my insides are going to burst, not quite there but just under my chest. Doesn't matter to me now, it feels almost deliriously ecstatic.


A/N: sorry for another one… But I have to say this: Was Kyoya's character OK? I'm like super obsessed with keeping them IC (along with grammar/spelling) Well I do hope you've enjoyed this chapter :D and please, please leave a review!! They keep me writing!! Thank you to all my reviewers:D I promise to get on with the next chapter soon!!