……out of place…….

For lack of a better chapter title

AN: Chapter six has been revised and made longer, please read it before continuing, thank you!

The dinner was a normal thing for Fuyumi and Seiko; even Emiko seemed to be at ease. Kyoya seemed tense and out of place thought he masked it well. Which Fuyumi understood this was a completely different atmosphere than their father's dinner table.

Emiko seemed to come out of her shell talking to both Fuyumi and Seiko. She was very intelligent and opinionated which slightly surprised Fuyumi given that her brother was interested in her. She always pictured him with a trophy wife, someone who he could easily get want he wanted from.

From what she saw of Emiko, she wasn't that girl. Emiko and Seiko were currently discussing business, stuff that Fuyumi herself didn't understand, but she smiled all the same.

Usually Seiko didn't talk about his business at home, but he obviously wanted to test Emiko's knowledge. Just last week, he was mentioning the Kitamura Family and their new heir.

It was the talk of the business world or so said Seiko.

Fuyumi didn't care much for it. Well that was until she learned of the girl through Kyoya. He seemed quite smitten with the young heir. Fuyumi was going to see that for herself.

Fuyumi looked to Kyoya to see him processing the whole conversation between Emiko and Seiko. He seemed to stare more at Emiko than Seiko, but not the in the way she would expect of an in love teenager. It was hard to tell with him, he was so well masked.

Emiko suddenly burst into giggles, followed by a deep laugh from Seiko. Looking to Kyoya she noticed he looked just as clueless as she was, well at least Fuyumi wasn't the only one that missed the joke. Looking to Kyoya she noticed a flash in his eyes, as he watched Emiko interact so casually with Seiko.

If Fuyumi hadn't seen it herself she never would have believed it.

Emiko seemly feeling Kyoya's stare turned and smiled at him brilliantly, laying her hand over his on the table, allowing her fingers to curl around his palm. Fuyumi watched him, noticing his frame lose some of its solidity. Emiko continued to talk to Seiko, hand still holding Kyoya's.

The rest of dinner continued this way, it wasn't until the closing when Emiko excused herself to take a call that things changed. She took her call in the hallway, several minutes passed, Kyoya, Fuyumi, and Seiko made small talk. Kyoya stared at the door to the hallway from the corner of his eye.

Emiko finally returned to the room, her form stiff and eyes harden, everyone could see the difference. She approached, Kyoya giving him a fleeting glance before giving a respectful bow to both Fuyumi and Seiko.

"Thank you for your hospitality, but I must leave a matter as come up that I must attend to." Emiko stated in a business tone.

Kyoya rose from his seat, stating in tone that left no room for argument, "I'll take you home."

Emiko nodded, giving a small smile to both Seiko and Fuyumi.

"I hope we can do this again, it was wonderful to meet you Emiko-chan" Fuyumi said with a smile, Seiko nodded his agreement, giving a nod to Kyoya who returned it.

Kyoya lead Emiko out to the limo, Fuyumi watched from the door.

She watched the limo pull away, she felt Seiko wrap his arms around her waist. She welcomes the warmth and strength he radiated.

"What do you think?" Seiko asked resting his chin on her head.

"Hmm, I'm not sure." Fuyumi admitted.

"Well there's something there." Seiko added.

"How so?" Fuyumi asked curiously, wondering what he saw.

"He watched her like a hawk." Seiko commented lamely, pulling Fuyumi inside the door to shut it.

"So?" Fuyumi injected.

"So it means something," Seiko stated doggedly.

Fuyumi just sighed, "Yes it means something," Fuyumi paused shaking her head. "He's possessive of her, maybe even protective."

"Why you say that?" Seiko asked.

"Just the way he acted." Fuyumi stated.

"So the real question is; are they in love." Seiko commented with a sigh pulling her down the hallway.

"There's a possibility"

"Of course always" Seiko interjected.

"That or it's a wonderful act." Fuyumi commented letting her pessimist side emerge.

"Can't fake love" Seiko stated pulling her into a room.

"Did you try to put the clothes away again?" Seiko asked looking around their destroyed bedroom, where clothes were scattered around like a bomb went off in the closet.

Fuyumi let out a nervous giggle, "Just trying to help."

Seiko just smiled warmly at her.

Emiko sat rigid in the limo watching the scenery outside the tinted windows pass by. Her eyes were still icy and hard. Kyoya watched her, unsure on how to get the desired information out of her.

"Daisuke-san wants to meet you. So does my mother, who found out about our relationship from a friend who heard it from her daughter. She mentioned it to my father, in the divorce talks. She is claming that he was trying to marry me off to keep me from her." Emiko paused breathing deeply,

"Of course this looks bad, especially since my father knew, little to nothing about this relationship." "That silly fan girl made it look like a fairy tale where my father is the monster you was saving me from."

"Now my mother may have something to use against my father." Emiko sounded strong and firm but her hard icy eyes had melted and were pooling waiting spill down her face. With her next statement they flowed down her cheeks, "it's my fault."

Kyoya watched her, listened intently as she spoke and broke down. Kyoya had never seen her so open. He could see her every soul, he grabbed her pulling her into his arms. He heard her grasp, and stiffen just to relax and wrap her arms around him.

"I'll fix it." Kyoya whispered with fierce determination into her hair. Emiko just allowed him to hold her, soaking up his strength and comfort. Emiko hearing his words, smiled she believed him, resting against him she felt safe.

She didn't pull away. He didn't push her away.

Pulling up to her home, Kyoya got out and helped her out. She straightened her appearance running her fingers through her long hair before pulling it up in a ponytail.

She flashes a hopeful smile to Kyoya before leading him to the door.

Once in the door she is greeted by her father.

"Father." Emiko states submissively bowing her head in respect.

"Emiko" Samuru says passively "Is this him?" Samuru states noticing Kyoya.

"Yes." Emiko states passively.

"Was I ever going to be informed of this relationship, your mother knew before me; even Daisuke knew before me." Samuru asked with a suppressed tone, Emiko wasn't sure what it was suppressing.

"I didn't plan for either of them to know before you." Emiko stated head still bowed.

"Did you intend on anyone knowing." Samuru asked tone still suppressed.

"Of course, father, we were waiting for the right time." Emiko said tone even but sounding a bit hopeless.

"Which was when after you got married." Samuru stated fury radiating in his tone.

"No, of course not," Emiko pleaded eyes finally moving to meet her father's. "I'd never disrespect you in such a way."

"I'm not so sure anymore, your mother's friend is under the impression that you're planning on running away to get married, to get away from me." Samuru stated tone harsh.

"Your mother thinks I'm marrying you off, to get rid of you, or to keep you from her." Samuru stated.

Emiko avoided his eyes, in hopes of avoiding seeing how he felt; her ears betrayed her, allowing his harsh statement to fill her ears and mind.

"Maybe I should just let her have you."

Emiko felt like she was stabbed, she bit her lip to keep the tears at bay, it didn't work. They streamed down her face silently; her body shook in depression and sobs.

"Excuse me, Kitamura-san," Kyoya injected not able to watch this any longer.

"It's my fault, Emiko, wanted to keep this from you until after the divorce talks to keep from adding stress to you, I allowed her to talk me into it." Kyoya stated moving to stand in front of Emiko.

Samuru turned his face to the boy, studying him.

When he didn't speak Kyoya continued to speak, "she had been meeting me after school to help with a club when some of the girls asked about our relationship, when she told them of us keeping it from you; they made it into a fairy tale fantasy." Kyoya explained looking him in the eye.

Samuru looked pass the boy to see Emiko attempting to cover that she was crying though the tears kept coming.

"What's your name boy?"

"Kyoya Ootori"

Kyoya knew he knew the name, but Samuru showed no sign of reaction to the name at all, he was more focus on the person behind him, the strong woman crying behind him.

Samuru moved closer, Kyoya studied him. Samuru noticed the boy wasn't moving, his eyes flashed.

Kyoya noticed the challenge, the threat; he returned it by not moving from in front of Emiko.

Samuru looked passed the arrogant boy to his daughter, who was still looking down to the ground. She had given up attempting to dry the river of tears.

He moved forward again. Kyoya watched Samuru look at Emiko, he noticed Samuru's eyes soften and sadness fill them. Kyoya moved when he moved forward. Samuru caught his eye, before focusing them again on Emiko.

Emiko tensed when she felt a presence in front of her. She could see their shoes, they were her father's. She saw his hand rise; her body tensed awaiting the blow she knew she deserved.

Samuru felt ashamed of himself causing such pain to his daughter, attacking her without giving her a chance to tell her side; hearing all that nonsense from Candid, made him forget that Emiko would never betray him.

It just seemed so easy to believe, especially with everything she was going through.

That she would leave him to.

He raised a hand to comfort Emiko, only to watch her tense waiting for him to strike her.

Samuru felt as if he'd been slapped.

His own daughter was afraid he'd hit her.

He'd never; Emiko probably believed she deserved it. That was just the way she was, even as a child.

Samuru allowed a small sad smile to grace his lips.

He wrapped his arms around her pulling her frail form into his. He felt her tense, he just held her tighter. He smelled her silly girly shampoo.

"I'm sorry"

The only response Emiko gave was wrapping her arms around him, rubbing her wet face against his shoulder.

Samuru pulled away, kissing Emiko's forehead, wiping away her tears from her flushed cheeks.

"Can you forgive me for doubting you, Emiko?" Samuru whispered eyes pleading for forgiveness.

Kyoya watched the whole exchange. He felt out of place. He heard Samuru-san ask Emiko for forgiveness. Emiko only response was a bright smile which caused her eyes to shine in happiness. She threw her arms around him, earning a laugh from the elder.

She was…..

"So you're the boy, she's infatuated with." Samuru injected tearing Kyoya away from his thoughts.

Emiko watched him from beside her father.

"I'd hope, or I'm living a lie." Kyoya supplied smoothly breaking eye contract with Emiko to answer.

Samuru laughed before staring Kyoya over. Kyoya got the impression he was being judged. "Not much of man is he." Samuru joked to Emiko.

She was…. laughing at him. Emiko wrapped her arms around him.

"Ootori…hu could be worst." Samuru said jokingly.

Emiko just smiled, intertwining her fingers with Kyoya's.

"Well how long as this been going on?" Samuru questioned.

"Four months." Emiko answered.

"Four months, I'm getting old." Samuru sighed.

Kyoya didn't know what to think of her father; he was nothing like his brother,

Daisuke-san.

Kyoya's father always described Samuru as such a harsh business man with a flare for tradition, it hard to see him as that, seeing him now. He watched Emiko glow with happiness as she talked to her father.

Emiko giggled, Kyoya thought today had to be the most he'd ever heard her laugh. He liked this side of her.

They continued to talk before Kyoya had to excuse himself due to the lateness of the hour. There was class tomorrow.

Emiko walked him out, Kyoya moved to open the limo door when Emiko grabbed his hand.

He turned to ask her, only to have her throw her arms around his neck.

"Emiko" he asked into her hair.

"Thank you." Emiko whispered into his neck. "I don't know what I would have done without you here."

Before Kyoya could respond, Emiko pressed her lips to his. It was a quick whisper of a kiss that lasted less than a minute.

Emiko pulled away, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Kyoya watched her walk away, lost for words.

He got into the limo, once inside he stared out the window watching the house disappear.

Wetting his lips he was greeted with the familiar taste of cherry.

AN: Yes I know I'm a day late for my Update, I apologize, school got hectic as I knew it would and I had dried up my ideas but they came back with the rain. –Smiles- funny how that worked, this is a long chapter full of fluff and drama, I enjoyed this chapter personally. Also I have a new OHSHC story up this one is again an OC, pairing aren't decided and it's YAOI, so check it out if you like that kind of story. The next chapter for it I hope to have up by next week so sometime this weekend. –Crosses fingers-

Also I haven't found a beta yet –sighs- does anyone know where I can find one? So please ignore any errors or bring major ones to my attention.

SPECIAL THANKS TO:

Uchiha Sayuri -smiles- Thanks –hands you a cookie-

Karissa M: maybe you do have secret stalkers, but if it was open stalkers they wouldn't be very good stalkers. I hope you like this chapter.

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