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Kyoya just stared. He couldn't be seeing who he thought he was seeing. She was in France, she wasn't here! There was no way she was here. Even if she was here in Japan, what was she doing in his building? On his floor?
Kyoya and Alianore stared at each for so long that the elevator dinged and began to close again. Kyoya hurriedly stepped out before he got stuck. She wasn't speaking to him, all she did was stare at him, she was evening ignoring her dropped cell phone.
Kyoya bent down and picked it up. "Here Miss Roux, I believe you dropped your phone."
Kyoya watched as Alianore shook her head a little. Her red curls bounced on her shoulders, how he loved her curls. He had the sudden urge to reach out and run his fingers through them. Instead he merely adjusted his glasses as he waiting for Alianore to take the phone.
"Um, thanks, nice to see you again Mr. Ohtori." Alianore took the phone as she said this. They then flashed each other quick smiles before she forgot about the elevator and just took the stairs. Kyoya stood there for a moment and watched the door swing closed.
He couldn't believe it. She was here. Why was she here anyway? Why hadn't Zackarie or Mamoru told him? Were they too involved in their own romance to see anything else? Kyoya unlocked his door and stepped inside of his very modern apartment. There were only four apartments on this floor and Alianore was in one of them. What were the chances of that? Wait.
Kyoya froze in the process of pulling off his tie. Maybe she didn't live on this floor. Maybe she didn't even live in this building. Maybe she was just visiting someone here in Tokyo that happened to live in the exact same building and on the exact same floor as him. Yes, that had to be it. Too bad he didn't know any of his neighbors, if he did he'd be able to confirm his suspicions.
Wait. What was he thinking? He could easily confirm his suspicions by checking out some things online. Kyoya pulled out his pApple laptop and did a Google search on Alianore Roux. Kyoya nearly slammed his laptop closed in anger at what he saw. Alianore was working at the French Embassy. Right down the street from his apartment, this meant that she probably did live here.
Kyoya stood up and began pacing the apartment. Why was she there? It had been almost seven years since they had the fight and at least five years since Alianore had left Japan. Kyoya had kept track of that. In fact, he had kept track of every move she made. He had watched as she had graduated early with honors. In fact, he had been quite proud of her. Not that he would tell anyone that.
He hadn't realized she had gotten a job here though. How was that possible? Kyoya stopped in front of his door. Was that a noise he heard outside his door? Kyoya looked out the peep hole. Yes. That was a noise he heard. There, right across the hall from him, was Alianore. She was unlocking her apartment with a bag of groceries in her hand.
As soon as she went inside he turned and put his back to the door. Slowly he sank to the floor, his head in his hands. Was someone trying to torture him? Why was the only woman he had ever seriously considered marrying now across the hall from him?
Kyoya pulled out his nPhone and went through his contacts until he found Mamoru. He hit the call button. After a few rings he got an answer.
"Hello Kyoya."
"Hey Mamoru, I have a question for you. Kyoya said, unmoving from his seat on the floor.
"Yes, what is it?" There was a mild amount of curiosity in Mamoru's voice.
"Did you and Zackarie know that Alianore was back in Japan?" Kyoya did not like to beat around the bush.
There was silence on the other end of the phone. After a full two minutes Kyoya heard someone else's voice on the phone. "Kyoya, this is Zackarie, what the hell did you say to my boyfriend? He's standing here like you gave him one of your death stares."
"All I did was ask a question." Kyoya said this in his most innocent tone.
Zackarie's voice sounded suspicious, "Oh, and what was this question?"
There was an evil grin on Kyoya's face as he asked in his sweetest and most innocent voice, "I just wanted to know if you or him knew that Alianore was back in Japan?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, before Zackarie spoke again. "Oh, she is? She didn't tell me she was coming to Japan. Did you bump into her somewhere?"
Kyoya's eyes narrowed as his voice grew cold, "Zackarie, don't lie to me. I know where you sleep and I have people that will do anything to you on my command."
Zackarie responded in a stuttering and somewhat fearful tone, "Y…y…y…you meant that Alianore! Oh! I thought you meant a different Alianore."
"Zackarie…."
Zackarie's voice was sounding panicked now. "Yes! I knew! I didn't think you'd want to know! I didn't even think you'd run into her! You're both workaholics and you run in different circles now…so…well…I didn't think you'd run into her. Wait, she's only been there for a few hours. How do you know she's in Japan?"
Kyoya's grip tightened dangerously on his phone. Why would anyone think he didn't want to know that his only serious ex-girlfriend was back in the country? "Maybe because she lives in the apartment across from mine? Did you know about that?"
"No! I swear I didn't! Haruhi was the one helping her get set up!" Zackarie sounded seriously panicked now.
Kyoya froze and his eyes widened in shock. "Haruhi?"
Zackarie seemed to see this as a good way to get the conversation away from himself. "Yes! Haruhi, she's good friends with Alianore. Didn't you know that?"
"Goodbye Zackarie." Kyoya hung up and leaned his head back against the door. He couldn't believe it. How could Alianore and Haruhi be friends? Last he knew Alianore hated Haruhi for taking Tamaki. Did that mean that she was over Tamaki now? Or did it mean that Alianore had something more sinister up her sleeve?
Kyoya couldn't believe it. There was no way she had changed that much. After all, she was willing to date and make-out with him in order to try and win Tamaki. Why wouldn't she befriend Haruhi to find a different way to break them up?
Well, Kyoya wasn't going to let that French ditz hurt his best friend or his best friend's wife.
Author's Note: Here ye go! Ruh Ro! Kyoya doesn't have the right idea! Where will this lead!
I have another new story. Times are AChanging. It pulls in things from all my stories, some of nicluvly's stories and Take My Hand by Lovers Revenge. It's very good, also you might like my HP story. Please Review! Reviews are what keep me writing!
