Classes were a blur and quite dull, Kyoya was actually looking forward to the Host Club activities today.
Tamaki was excited as always, talking to a blushing girl who looked near faint, as Tamaki grabbed her face leaning into her face in his flashy cliché way. Of course he got the usual response, the girl fainted.
Kyoya sighed; he'd never really understand Tamaki's need to be so dramatic.
Kyoya twitched as Tamaki wrapped his arms around his neck declaring some dramatic nonsense, Tamaki was such an idiot.
"Kyoya is your princess visiting today." Tamaki cheered happily.
Kyoya ignored him, hoping he'd leave, he didn't. "Emi-chan, is she visiting today," Tamaki explained further still having the same idiotic cheerful smile on his face.
Kyoya resisted the urge to hit him, and continued to ignore him.
A soft voice from beside him got his attention, "Ootori-san, is Emiko-chan visiting the host club today." Kyoya turned to see a meek girl, he'd seen in the host club a few times, he couldn't remember her name; she was one of Mori clients.
He gave the nervous girl a small host smile, before speaking, "Emiko-chan should be there today unless she has family business to attend to." Kyoya said, the girl seemed pleased with this answer, bowing politely she ran off.
The rest of the day was uneventful, Tamaki for the most part left him alone, instead Tamaki dealt with the twins and their treatment of his 'daughter'.
Tamaki was an idiot, but that was beside the point.
Kyoya just worked on his computer waiting for host club time.
When it finally came, he watched the door from his area off to the side from the corner of his eye.
He saw her walk in; she was in a daze, oddly she was still in Lobelia uniform, usually she changed before showing up.
Kyoya let her stay in her thoughts, still curious to as what was going on in her head. She naturally played her role; rest her head on his shoulder talking to several of the fan girls who still believed them to be a living fairy tale.
Usually this wouldn't bother Kyoya as long as she didn't ruin anything, but her living doll act was getting on his nerves, it wasn't real, it wasn't her, he didn't like it at all.
He excused them pulling her up and into a side room, pushing her against the wall, pinning her there hand on either side of her head.
She made excuses of being deep in thought and confused.
Before he could think of response he felt her lips on his. This kiss was different from all the others it was demanding, consuming and smothering, responding with the same passion, pushing her further against the wall pinning her against it with his body.
His hand was on her hip pulling her even closer he could feel the fire of her skin just inches near the tips of his fingers.
Emiko tore away from him; panting, her face was flushed, lips swollen; she mumbled something about Daisuke and dinner, before fleeting out of the room.
Kyoya felt like he was in the dark. He didn't understand what was going on. He watched Emiko run out of the Host club.
A man like Tamaki would have chase after her, in her distress, ultimately making it worst, though attempting to make it better. He was not that type of man though as he watched her avoid eye contract and finally exit through the door to her freedom, he had to suppress the urge to follow her.
The rest of the club he talked to clients and worked on his computer. He ignored the fact that it felt odd not to have Emiko near him during club hours. Because it was silly, like the idea that ever so often he'd look up, eyes just to fall on a door he swore he heard open.
Only to find it hadn't, some hopeful teasing moments when it had, it was some nameless fan girl.
Once the club time was over, Kyoya saw everyone off and shook Tamaki off, allowing him to leech onto Haruhi as she tried to escape unnoticed.
Walking out to his limo, he paused realizing that his limo wasn't the only one left, so was Emiko's, talking to the limo driver he decided to wait around for her.
Five minutes into the wait his phone rang.
"Ootori Kyoya, this is Kitamura Daisuke, I'm sure you know of me. I will not waste either one of our time by idle chat. I'd like you to keep an eye on Emiko; I have recently disposed of some trash that would like to get their hands on her. That is not an option at all, I will not loose the heir to Kitamura corporations, and I'd hate for you to loose you future wife to trash." Daisuke coolly stated pausing to let the information sink in before continuing, "Also if it slipped Emiko's mind, I'd like you to come to dinner, we have to discuss you two's future."
"Of course Daisuke-san," Kyoya stated respectfully.
Five minutes later, he saw Emiko appear, she was walking toward the limo. He studied her. She was a different person than earlier, her eyes were hard and determined with a deep realization and lingering sadness buried deep beyond her eyes. His eyes narrowed on her red abused cheek.
He body burned with fury and protectiveness, who dared hurt what, is his. He watched her look at him her eyes looked relieved to see him. As she approached he felt her arms wrap around him in a tight thankful embrace. Kyoya pulled her chin up to look at her. He lightly caressed the angry red cheek, seeing her twitch at the touch, filled him with more rage and protectiveness.
She rested her forehead against his chin; he could smell her shampoo, even the light lingering smell of her body lotion. It calmed him, placing a light kiss on her forehead he parted away from her to pull her in the limo.
Once in the limo, Emiko rested into him her body conforming to his own. Kyoya just held her.
Kyoya moved only to find that Emiko had fallen asleep on him. He looked down at her peaceful expression.
Kyoya moved some stray hairs out her face he watched her snuggle deeper into his jacket and warmth.
Kyoya allowed himself to wrap his arms around her, pulling her closer allowing his eyes to close and his body to relax. He wasn't allow this pleasure very often, it felt good to just relax even it was just with her in the backseat of a limo traveling to meet the man that would decided have the final say in there future.
Kyoya felt Emiko reposition herself, her head falling into the curve of his neck. He could feel her warm breaths against his neck; it gave him chills he refused to acknowledge he felt.
The limo stopped, they had arrived. He woke Emiko allowing him self to memorize her sleeping face. He allowed a smile to grace his lips, watching Emiko awake, seeing her yawn and rub her eyes free of sleep, and hearing her mumble his name groggily.
Kyoya knew something was changing between them even if they refused to admit it.
AN: I'm SO SORRY! I know I took forever, and I hate that this chapter is so short, but with all the nonsense and drama in my life on top of school it would have taken probably another week to get a longer chapter up. I'm sorry. I have a lot of breaks coming up so the updates should be quicker and longer. But I've set the stage for some good chapters I hope. I'm really amazed at how well like this story is. –Starry eyes- you guys are awesome. I promise the next chapters will be better and greater. –Swears-
THANKS TO:
bringme2life: thanks for your support you've been with me since chapter one and I appreciate that. –Teary eyes- oh and yes at first I was going to make candid a good person last chapter then I decided that were I wanted to go I think it's better this way. Hope you like this chapter.
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