Back home

Haruhi didn't remember ever flying, so the return back to Japan was her first flight. She was worried. But Kyoya-senpai's presence calmed her down. He had asked her not to call him senpai, but he couldn't read her thoughts now, could he? Sitting next to him during the entire flight, she realized that the guy she knew from school had changed a lot. He was a grown man now and a very handsome one. The flight attendants were flirting with him, but he remained polite with them and was incredibly attentive and caring towards her. She felt guilty of not remembering him. It was strange to wake up and realize that time had moved forward and prepared such unexpected gifts.

When they landed, she was feeling sick and had to rely on Kyoya to help her out of the plane. A car was already waiting for them. Haruhi recognized Kyoya's bodyguard―Tachibana. She had seen him a couple of times before. The man smiled at her pleasantly, and she was startled and bowed awkwardly. When they got into the car, and the driver started the engine, Haruhi wondered where they were going. She didn't ascertain the details of her companionship with Kyoya-senpai. She felt awkward and uncomfortable speaking about any of that with him.

She was aware that she needed to study and reread all of her textbooks that she had forgotten, and that part honestly was irritating Haruhi the most. She was worried she wouldn't manage to restudy everything in a short time even though back in Paris she was doing fine. Kyoya looked at her reassuringly the entire time and always smiled a soothing smile that made her heart weak.

"We will visit your father after we drop our luggage at home," he said, patting her knuckles gently.

Home...

She didn't know what home was because she had forgotten about it all. It was strange to think about home as some place she shared with Kyoya-senpai. She nodded silently and wondered if he knew that she was confused. She didn't know how her face looked, but Kyoya was always good at reading people. She could feel his penetrating gaze, and she knew he sensed her uncertainty. He didn't say anything, and she was thankful. She wasn't sure she would be able to say anything in response for the moment.

When they got to the big apartment complex in one of the most relaxing parts of the city and passed through security gates, Haruhi realized that it must have been very serious if she moved to live with him. Although, she didn't imagine Kyoya Ootori to be a person to live in an apartment regardless of how large and comfortable it was. He was more of a traditional house type person in her eyes. The apartment, thought, was very comfortable and homely. It was very clean, and there were many books in the bookshelves, making her almost to squeal in happiness.

"Would you like to eat something before we go to the hospital?" Kyoya asked, startling her and pushing her out of her fantasy zone, where she was daydreaming about reading all of these books.

"Um... well, I am not hungry," she said. "I will just take a shower, and we can go if you don't mind."

"Of course not," Kyoya nodded. "There are fresh towels in the cabinets. Call me if you need help."

She blushed, but didn't say anything, just gave him a nod and walked away to the bathroom. It was as big and her entire apartment she lived with her dad in, and the whole idea of having such a big bathroom made her roll her eyes with a frown. What a waste of space!

When they went to the hospital, she was expecting her father to be in the bed, at least. But the man was wondering in the halls already, even though he had a supposedly injured his leg. He didn't change at all and looked actually the same. Haruhi was glad to see him. She reasoned aging worked differently once people reached a certain point. When her father spotted her, he ran up to her in such a speed that made her wonder if he ever fell from the stairs, or it was just some drama and all to get her come back sooner.

"Haruhi," he sang, wrapping his arms around her form. "I have missed you so much, my little girl. Daddy has missed Haruhi so much."

Yes, definitely a drama!

She smiled after he let go of her. Kyoya put her hand on her shoulder and coming forward, greeted Ranka politely.

"Kyoya-kun," Ranka, noticing the man, jumped on to hug him too. "I am so glad to see both of you. I was so lonely and bored all these days."

"We are glad you are well and in good health, Ranka-san," Kyoya offered politely.

"Would you like us to go out to eat?" he asked. "The food in this damn hospital is so bad. I didn't eat anything."

"Of course," Kyoya agreed.

"I will go get dressed," he exclaimed and ran away.

Haruhi looked after her father and sighed. She didn't know what she was supposed to do.

"I think it would be best not to tell him," Kyoya said as if reading her mind. "He will worry about you, and this memory loss is temporary."

"I agree," she nodded, "I want to keep this in secret. It will create a lot of unnecessary noise around me if I tell people that I have lost my memory. They will bug me with their stupid questions. And I don't want my dad to know I had an accident."

"Hopefully you will start remembering things faster," he said, "but in the meantime, you have to act natural, if you don't want everyone suspecting something is wrong."

Haruhi nodded. She knew what he meant. But the very idea of pretending to be in love with her school senpai made her feel weird. She was very inexperienced in this matters, and it made her blush furious when he would touch her, pull her close, stare at her. He was a man after all, a very handsome man.

"Fujioka-san, you can't just leave like that," the nurse was running after Ranka, who was dressed in a bombshell red dress and was running across the hospital hall in her red stilettos. "Please wait, Fujioka-san."

"I am alright," the man was screaming back, "I have decided to discharge myself."

"You can't discharge yourself," the nurse was breathless at this point.

"See me try," the man retorted back.

Kyoya stared at them in disbelief, and Haruhi covered her eyes. Her father loved to create scandals, didn't he? When he finally reached them, he was panting breathlessly.

"This woman wants me to be unhappy and die from hunger," he complained, pointing at the nurse who was striding towards them.

"Dad," Haruhi rolled her eyes, "we could have just asked them to discharge you, as I see you are in better shape than the nurse running after you."

"That's what I am saying," he complained.

The nurse reached them, breathing hard, her face flushed, and then she noticed Kyoya. She quickly bowed and greeted.

"Good afternoon, Ootori-sama," he said, awkwardly staring at Haruhi who was standing near Kyoya, and he had his hand around her waist, wrapped intimately, "I am sorry one of our patients―"

"It's alright, Ranka-san as you can see runs quite well on his injured foot," Kyoya said, politely smiling.

As they walked out of the hospital, Ranka grasped Haruhi's arm and pulled her towards himself. "How was your trip, my lovely, little Haruhi?"

"It was good," she smiled and then to be believable added, "we wanted to stay longer but had to come back because I was worried about you."

"Aww, daddy's little girl, you were worried about me," he squealed. "Daddy had missed you so much."

He stopped to give her a very tight hug that nearly cut the poor girl's oxygen supply. She coughed when he let go of her and exhaled as much air as she could to make up for the lost time. Kyoya immediately took hold of her and pulled her closer to him. He smelled usually good. She wondered if he smelled good years ago too when they were younger, but she wouldn't know as she never stood this intimately next to him even when they danced. Or maybe she didn't pay attention.

She allowed his closeness as her father gave them a very sweet smile, and Haruhi was baffled why wasn't he shooing Kyoya away from her. No, Ranka-san was completely fine with Kyoya's hands possessively draped around her body. She would even say that her father felt a bit more safe from it, as if Kyoya wasn't a person but a protective gear. Now it made sense when Kyoya told her to pretend. Her father had reconciled with this relationship. If only she could remember anything.

When they sat at the restaurant all three of them Ranka gave them a scanning look and then rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "Did something happen? You two look off."

Haruhi gulped and looked at Kyoya. He smiled at Ranka, giving him one of his charming host smiles and shook his head, "I guess we are tired, Ranka-san," he said, giving Haruhi's hand a warm squeeze, "Travelling wears you off even when you think you are used to it."

Haruhi nodded enthusiastically, and Ranka smiled at them. She must have been really close with Kyoya if her father was already used to seeing their affections and the lack of them made him suspicious. She moved closer to Kyoya and smell of his cologne tickled her smell sensors. Her body trembled feverishly as the very masculine, cold smell of Ootori reached her brain. She felt her cheeks heating up and soft, gleaming blush coloured them darkly. She blinked quickly and wondered if he noticed it. But he was chatting with his father pleasantly.

She swallowed hard and grabbed the menu to distract her attentions elsewhere. It was not a good idea to sit so close to him. She almost wished he would just turn to her grab her and kiss her. She looked around guiltily for thinking of such ridiculous things and licked her lips to wet them. Must have been the body she repeated to herself. It had nothing to do with her suddenly liking this man in that way.

"Are you already thinking about the engagement?" her father asked, making her to spit out the water she was drinking.

"Engagement?" she cried, coughing hard.

"Yes?" Ranka stared at his daughter and potential son-in-law and narrowed his eyes, "weren't you the one telling me you are planning it sometime this year. I was wondering if you got any ideas as you just came back from Paris. Most people would have entertained the idea if they were you."

Haruhi cleaned her mouth, sighed and expectantly stared at Kyoya.

"Haruhi is very busy with her schoolwork," he provided with a smile, not losing control over himself, "We hope she will have time in the future. Besides, it is soon Honey-senpai's wedding and we will think about it after his wedding."

"That's right," Ranka agreed with a smile and just right then the food arrived and he forgot about anything else he wanted to talk about. He was not lying when he said he hadn't eaten anything in the hospital.

Haruhi was shocked, Kyoya didn't say anything about upcoming engagement. She looked at him sideways and wondered how many more surprises awaited her. All she knew that she had lost three years of worth memory and for some reason during those years she had the insanity to fall in love with the third son of Ootori family.

After the restaurant, they returned their apartment. Haruhi couldn't ignore the strange vibrations passing through her lower regions. She gulped when Kyoya went to shower. She couldn't see him behind the walls, but she could the shower, and the very idea that he was naked there gave her a startle. She was starting to feel like some kind of crazy pervert. She shook her head and decided to forget about it.

"We were planning to get engaged," she asked when he walked out of the bathroom, still soaked in water, a towel wrapped around his hips.

He looked at her and the intense way his eyes pierced, hers having no glasses, no barriers between his gaze and hers, made her feel weak in her knees. She inhaled sharply as he walked closer.

"Yes," he answered nonchalantly, "but if you don't regain your memory, I won't force you to get engaged with me. So don't look at me so scared."

"I don't imagine you, wanting to be married and to me of all people," she snorted suddenly amused by the prospect.

"To you of all people?" he quirked an eyebrow, "and why is that you think I shouldn't want to marry you?"

Haruhi was taken by surprise. She cleaned her throat and looked away.

The rich bastard knew how to get on her nerves and put her into an uncomfortable situation. She scowled.

"We don't seem to have anything in common," she blurted out, "we have always been completely different people."

"I disagree," he smiled, "you have always seemed the kind I was most like when we were in the club."

Haruhi fidgeted on her seat and clumsily stared at Kyoya Ootori's face. No, she still couldn't believe they were a couple. The very idea heated her body to an unimaginable degree. To think that she sat more than close with him and had been in intimate relationship with her school senpai, who had once pinned her down and threatened to have his way with her, was seriously disturbing. The problem was that she didn't see any of the guys in that light. They were mere humans to her eyes with no sexual attraction attached. Somehow, her older self overlooked that when she decided to get in relationship with the rich bastard.

"Kyoya-senpai," she spoke suddenly, grabbing his attention, "what if I never recover my memory?"

He looked at her with a dreadful expression, remained silent for a moment and then sighed, "Let's hope that it will never happen."

She didn't want to insist, but the question bothered her, "And in case it happens, what then?"

He stood up and walked towards her, his naked upper half was still bare, and his hair still dripping. She inhaled sharply and stared at him wide-eyed when he sat in front of her. He suddenly grabbed her hand and held it gently. She stared back at him, and he sucked in his lips for a short second, as if thinking about something, "then I will do everything," he said, "so you will fall in love with me again, Haruhi."


A/N-Seems like I am in an updating frenzy. lol Sorry for the long wait. I know it gets boring after a long while and some of you might even have forgotten what this story was even about, but work keeps me busy and I don't have as much of free time as I would like. I hope to get reviews from you telling me what you think of the chapter. And also which of my stories would you liked to see updated next?