Hello peoples! Once again, I'm here to share my story with you... Whether you like it or not.
Twins: We don't.
Me: Shaddup. Wasn't asking you. Plus, my readers are very nice people. THEY REVIEW. Thanks so much for all the reviews, guys. I really enjoy reading and responding to every single one. Thanks again!
BUT, before you read the chapter, just try to imagine everything that happens ('specially the last parts) is in an anime... That's what I was doing when I was writing it. So, it would be greatly appreciated. *bows* Heh, well, anyway, enjoy the story! :D
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Recap:
Just then, a girl with short, lime green hair and forest green eyes walked in the door carrying a beautiful, black, white, and red dress in her arms.
"Snow!"
"Rose!"
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~Normal POV~
"Snow?" The two red-headed twins both raised an eyebrow as the scene unfolded.
"Rose-chan?" Hunny questioned from his perch on Mori's shoulders, holding his beloved bunny, Usa-chan.
The two girls ignored the Host Club, squealing and embracing each other.
"I can't believe you're here!" Reicheru exclaimed, hugging her friend once more.
"Me neither! I knew you moved away just to come to this school, and I couldn't stand it anymore! I had to find a way in." They seperated as the one identified as "Snow" explained.
"Before you guys squeal again..." One of the twins, Hikaru, began.
"Tell us who you are." His twin, Kaoru, finished along with him.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't introduce myself. I'm Yuki Kurosaki, at your service." She mock-curtsied, a bright smile on her face.
"No, Yuki, don't say at your--" Reicheru attempted to save her friend from her own doom (maybe this is an exaggeration).
"Service, eh?" The twins laced themselves around the new-comer, looking her straight in the eye.
"Uh... yes?" It came out as a question as Reicheru and Haruhi face-palmed simultaniously.
"No... Your answer is supposed to be no..." Reicheru had a look of hopelessness as she looked at her friend.
"I think it would be good for you if you had someone you knew before you entered the Host Club with you." Kyoya spoke up for the first time since Yuki Kurosaki had entered the room.
~Rei's POV~
"Since when do you care about my well-being?" I crossed my arms and turned to Kyoya, furrowing my brow.
"Since I saved you from drowning." He retorted quickly.
I sighed heavily. "I'm not even gonna argue. My best friend is here and I'm going to tell her everything about this screw-ball club." I turned back on my heel to face Yuki again.
"So... I'm not your best friend?" Haruhi's voice called.
I twirled around quickly, my eyes locking onto the owner of the voice. "Please, please, please don't give me a hard time. Please." Exasperation covered my face.
She nodded in agreement.
"Thank you." I mouthed before once again turning to Yuki. "So, Snow, why are you here exactly?"
"What? You don't want me here?" Snow-- er, Yuki -- puffed up her cheecks, turning away dramatically. "Fine. I'll leave! Never again will I return to this wretched place!" She mock-acted, throwing her arm across her forehead, clutching her chest.
"You got the wretched part right." I mumbled under my breath.
Yuki was now inching away dramatically, mocking every cheesy actor out there, her eyes closed. "I'll be making my leave now. Never to return in time for the Black and White ball!" She was now peeking through one eye to watch my reaction.
"No. Friggin'. Way! You're coming?!" I lit up immediately, knowing she came (or was sent) here on my birthday for a reason. I ran over to glomp her.
"Yes, of course, Birthday Girl!" She smiled brightly at me. "Now... Get offa me. You're gonna crush me." She muttered, looking up at me from below.
"And whatis that supposed to mean, missy?" I asked sarcastically.
"Oh, nothing..." Yuki looked off aimlessly into the distance, whistling innocently.
"Sure, sure." I waved a hand at her, rolling my eyes.
"..." Silence filled the room.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Yuki and I immediately burst into an unexpected laughter, laughing and rolling on the floor.
~Kyoya's POV~
I watched in amusement at Reicheru and Yuki's little "show", a half-way smirk finding it's way onto my face.
I cleared my throat loudly to cease the laughter. "Anyway--"
"Aw, Kyoya! You just ruin all the fun, don't you?" Reicheru pouted at me, crossing her arms. I'd never seen her so carefree or childish.
"Ohhh, Kyoya, huh?" Yuki removed herself from the floor, standing and dusting off her shirt, raising an eyebrow. "Is this Kyoya my little Rose's... boyfriend?" As soon as the last word came from her mouth, Reicheru's face turned pale with a tint of pink on her cheeks.
"N-n-no! Of course not! Snow... you're being awfully serious to be acting, aren't you?" Reicheru struggled for a recovery from the previous statement, reaching her hand out to touch Yuki on the shoulder. It never reached her shoulder.
"Yeah, but, this time... I'm not acting." Yuki smirked as she began circling me. "I mean, come on, Rose. He's not that bad. I mean, he's in a Host Club, ne? It's not like the guy's ugly or anything." She stopped as she reached the front of me again, turning so her back was facing me, gesturing a hand to me. "And, by the looks of it, he's super-smart; just like you, might I add. Also, he seems really nice." Yuki stated matter-of-factly, finishing with an innocent smile and a tilt of the head.
"Who are you? Mrs. Matchmaker?" Reicheru asked, sweat-dropping, her eyebrow twitching.
"Yup. Pretty much." Yuki declared with a wide grin.
"Yeah, yeah. Heard that who know's how many times." Reicheru rolled her eyes at her odd friend, walking off.
"No! Rose-chan! Don't leave me!" Yuki immediately character switched, running over and tackling her friend. "Plus, the twins and the taller blonde scare me." Yuki said in a lower voice while hugging her friend.
Alas, Tamaki still heard. It all happened fast: Tamaki's eyes widened, the twins smirked, Tamaki fell over like he had died, the twins stifled a laugh, Tamaki went into his usual corner, sorrow practically emitting from his presence; The twins lost it. They buckled over laughing, holding onto eachother as to make an attempt not to fall on the floor.
"Excuse me!" That was probably the loudest I've spoken in a while. All eyes were on me as everybody stopped what they were doing to look at me. "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," I turned to Reicheru. She frowned; I smirked. "Kurosaki-san can change into her designated outfit and we can go prepare for the ball." My voice was stern at first, but it gradually grew more elegant as I continued my sentence (naturally, of course).
After everyone had left to go prepare for the ball, Reicheru and I were the only ones left. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Reicheru grab her stuff and begin to walk over to me.
I put my notebook into my well-organized school bag and picked up my bag with my right hand. Has it gotten lighter?
As soon as I had stood up straight from grabbing my bag, I felt small hands small hands right below my neck. Reicheru was fixing my tie.
"It was slanted..." She said, keeping her eyes fixed on my tie.
I didn't say anything, so she continued. "You know... You've really been... off these past few weeks..." She began to fix the rest of my suit's jacket as she spoke.
"It hasn't been easy." I told the truth; it really wasn't. But Reicheru has made it a little easier.
"Really?" She continued to look at my suit, pondering whether to unbutton or button the top button, her hands moving forward and then back repeatedly.
"Well, your help has been beneficial." I looked down at her soft, icy blue hair.
"Oh," She stopped momentarily, but then continued her work. "Glad to help..." Her voice had become more... sorrowful, maybe?
She stepped back to examine her work, then moved forward again to do something else.
~Rei's POV~
Since I'm somewhat of a perfectionist, Kyoya's slanted tie and tuxedo bothered me. I had finally fixed everything when I stepped back to examine my work. Something wasn't right, so I stepped forward again and reached up to fix a button.
As soon as my hands were a few inches from his body, they were enveloped with his own. I slowly looked up to him. His gray eyes locked on mine.
"It's been more beneficial to me than you think." He said in the softest and kindest tone I've ever heard him use.
Then he removed one hand, bent down, and gently kissed my right hand.
I stared at him in slight shock as he rose back up and I'm sure my face was at least a little red -- enough to match my dress.
"Well then, if you have any other business to attend to, I'll leave you to it." He stated eloquently, making his leave.
I just nodded.
After he had left the room, I shook my head as to get the thoughts out of my head. I went to change into my usual Host Club outfit, somewhat angry I wasn't wearing anything special. 'Well, it's not like I expect anything from Kyoya anyway...' I thought to myself as I walked out of the dressing room, heading to the ballroom.
Fast Forward
It was about half way through the ball/party, and everyone was enjoying themselves. Everyone except me, that is. I had already spilled the punch on my dress, (thank goodness it was red punch, but the wet cloth made it uncomfortable) dropped the platter at least twice, and, of course, one of those platters was spilt on one of the girls -- a regular club customer.
I was now standing around, waiting for someone to ask for another drink or some more food. I sighed as my arm began to hurt from the weight of the platter.
"I'll take that for you." I heard a voice behind me and the platter was snatched out of my hands.
Yuki stood in front of me, a wide smile on her face, but worry in her eyes. "You really should take a break..." She scolded me.
"I know, but do you know how mad Kyoya would get?" I complained to her, exasperation evident on my face.
"Oh, I'm sure he can't get that mad at the person he loves!" Yuki said rather loudly as a few people turned in our direction.
I glared at her nervously. "Shhhh! It's a secret to everyone except you and Haruhi!" I lectured quietly, in a hushed tone.
"Fine, fine... But just take a break..." She made a puppy dog face at me.
I looked at her warily, thoughts of what might happen racing through my head.
"Too bad, you're taking one either way. Go stand out on the balcony." Yuki set the platter down on a nearby chair and pushed me out onto a bench on the balcony.
I... somewhat... stumbled out onto the balcony, steadying myself before sitting softly down on the bench -- if anything happened to this dress, Kyoya would surely make me pay for it... through work.
I swung my legs freely as I sat on the bench, just resting; My muscles were sore from always being at the club and the regular headaches I had aquired didn't help either. 'Is this how Kyoya always feels? No wonder he's never happy. Plus, I'm sure he doesn't get a lot of sleep either.'
The rythym of my swinging legs reminded me of a song I knew. I began to hum to the tune of the song, which grew into singing. I haven't had that much time to sing lately (AKA: Since I joined the Host Club). Every chance I had; At home doing chores, free period when I wasn't balancing the Club's finances, cleaning up after Club activities when no one was around. I'd sing whenever possible where no one but me could hear me.
I was now lost in the song, my eyes closed; the heart and soul of the lyrics captivated me as my voice flowed with the music that gently sang to me in my mind.
I finished the song, took and let out a large breathe, and opened my eyes to find, 'Kyoya?!'
"Um... I was just... Uh... Just..." I stuttered and struggled for words even though I knew it was hopeless. "You know what... just... Don't start with me." I stood up and walked over to the balcony's edge, resting my chin in my hands lightly and my elbows touching the soft stone that made up the balcony railing.
"Why do you hide it?" Is what came out of his mouth. What I expected was something like "You're being no help to the club out here." or "Sing on your own time." or something like that.
"Well..." I had to think of a reasonable answer that Kyoya would understand/accept. "It... Would be just another reason for the Club to make money." I smiled slightly to myself at the smart reply.
"Do you really think I'd take advantage of you every chance I get?" By the tone of his voice, I knew it was a sly remark and that his signature smirk had already crept onto his face.
I stood up straight, setting my hands on the cool, smooth stone. "Well, that's kind of the impression you give off when people get to know you..." I answered slightly nervous, knowing he was walking over to me.
"Then maybe you need to get to know me better." He said while standing directly behind me, his hands also resting on the stone. I could feel his steady, rhythmic breathing brush against my ear, and his body was so close to mine that, even on this humid summer night, chills crawled up my spine.
"We'll start with this..." He took a step back, twirled me around, wrapped his arm around my waist, and led me back inside.
"Um... Kyoya?" I asked sheepishly, wondering what in the world was going on.
"Questions later." He said as he led me away from the party and into a classroom.
When we arrived at the door, he slid it open and pushed me in. "You have five minutes to change." He called through the door.
"Okay..." I said nervously, still not aware of what was going on. I began to look around the room for whatever I was supposed to change into. It was almost pitch black, so I grabbed something that looked like a dress draped over a desk. I grabbed the dress, trying my best to change in the darkness. I couldn't even see what color it was... 'It better not be pink.'
~Kyoya's POV~
I looked down at the watch on my wrist as Reicheru was busy changing. 'I hope-- I mean, she better like the dress. It was made to order and cost a lot more money than I anticipated.'
As soon as this thought occured, Reicheru stepped out of the classroom, an awkward look on her face. "I... look weird, don't I?" She asked.
After she said this, I realized I had been staring. "Of course not." I made a quick recovery.
Her anxious face melted into a small smile. "I picked out the dress after all." I added to my previous statement. I saw her smile fall, and the pain of guilt shot through my chest like a bullet. I hated to see her sad or discouraged, but I couldn't have her discover-- 'Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop. That would mean I'd be admitting that I like her...'
'Ah, the truth is revealed.'
That voice-- my conscience. 'No... I'm just trying to keep it like me. Kyoya Ootori isn't supposed to love anyone.'
'See there? You're admitting you love her. So, instead of fighting with yourself like an idiot, accept it and move on.'
My thoughts ceased at this idea that I had conjured up in my own mind. I looked down at Reicheru, her face still full of anxiousness. It pains me to do such things to her, but she'll like the outcome, won't she? Every time she misses lunch just to come prepare the room for our tea time during free period when we could easily hire people to do that, every time she's at home by herself with no one there to talk to her while she sits, bored, balancing out number after number for the club, and every time she tries to help me -- or anyone -- and a snide or rude remark comes out of my mouth by habit. Every time something like this happens, that bullet shoots through me. I'm filled with holes of breaking her, putting her down, discouraging her, hurting her. But every time I do something like this, trying to cheer her up, trying to make it all better, nothing happens. She smiles, but eventually that smile fades and everything returns to normal. I'd like to change that "normal".
"K-Kyoya?" Reicheru's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Where exactly are we going?" She said as she looked up at me and then back to the dead end (the janitor's closet) we had arrived at.
My eyes widened slightly at this realization, so I grabbed Reicheru's hand and began to run back towards the ballroom. 'Great Kyoya. You were thinking too much that you forgot about the whole reason you're doing this. Idiot...'
My face hardened as we continued our swift run back.
~Rei's POV~
'Where the heck are we going?' My thoughts were short, but racing as my heels dug into the back of my feet. I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore the pain; it wasn't really working. 'High heel shoes aren't for someone who wears Converse practically every day.' I grimaced just at the thought, and looked down at my feet, but quickly looked up so I wouldn't trip.
I looked up at Kyoya's face, but it showed no emotion at all. I never really could tell what he was thinking... He never showed emotion unless it was fake. THEN I could tell what emotion it was: annoyance. The Host Club is all an act. Every nice, caring, sweet thing he ever says is an act. 'So does that mean what he said to me in the Club Room before the ball was a... lie?' My face fell at the thought, but I shook it off. Everyone is capable of being nice... right?
We finally arrived at the hallway before the ballroom, then I knew where we were going. But... why? Why was Kyoya being so nice? My birthday? Is that what this is all about?
As soon as these thoughts entered and left my mind, I could hear Tamaki speaking through a microphone in the ballroom. "Now we have a special treat," I felt Kyoya speed up his pace. "One of our club members has a birthday today." I heard the whole room erupt in gasps, aw's, and stirring. "So, will our escort please bring the birthday girl up?" It's not Haruhi's birthday, so... This is all for me?! Kyoya picked out a dress, they were going to celebrate my birthday?
I stopped running at this thought. Then I felt a tug on my arm as Kyoya recoiled from the sudden stop. "S-sorry." I said hastily, beginning to run again.
"Is our escort and birthday girl here?" I heart Tamaki ask. I could practically hear the whole room turn and look around as if a magical unicorn would fly down from the staircase.
Kyoya quickened his pace again. "U-um..." I could just see the stupid look on Tamaki's face when Kyoya and I didn't enter. "False alarm." Those words made Kyoya stop directly in his tracks. "It seems our dates have gotten messed up... Gomen minna. Please return to enjoying yourselves." Tamaki made a recovery (probably with the help of the others).
Kyoya stood in his place, still no emotion on his face.
"Kyoya... It's fine... I wasn't expecting any--"
"That was the point." He turned brusquely and began to walk away from me.
No chance... "You should've just told me!" I yelled after him.
He turned slightly to his side and answered. "Then it wouldn't have been a surprise."
"I could've helped." I countered.
"You're not supposed to help!" He raised his voice this time.
"Why not?" I demanded to know why I couldn't help out. It was ridiculous!
"You're always helping people... So why can't you just relax for once?!" He yelled at me. Kyoya... yelled at me?
'Why is he getting so mad?' Kyoya could be cynical, but never flat-out mean.
My vision became blurry all of a sudden, and my cheeks wet. At first I didn't know why, but then I realized... I was crying. Why was I crying? I furiously wiped away the tears off my face and turned so Kyoya couldn't see me. 'I know I don't have even a chance with him, but if he sees me crying, he'll think I'm just weak and, and...' My thoughts were cut off when I heard footsteps. But they weren't Kyoya's. They were coming from behind me. They sounded somewhat heavy, but then more footsteps followed. I looked up enough to see through my bangs. Mori, Hunny, and Tamaki were walking towards me. 'I can't let them see me cry. But what am I supposed to do? I can't go to Kyoya. I can't just walk past them... They'll know something's up.' I weighed my options, then my body just moved on its own.
I swept past Tamaki, Mori, and Hunny, keeping my head down and my sobs quiet so they wouldn't know. I didn't know where Haruhi, Yuki, Hikaru, or Kaoru were right now, and I honestly didn't care. I really didn't want to go to school the next morning.
~Next Day, Tamaki's POV~
Last night, I don't know what happened between Kyoya and Rei-chan, but I knew it couldn't be good. Rei-chan hadn't spoken the whole day, and the mood was tense in the Club room -- or even when anyone would pass eachother in the halls. But, there was something about Mori-sempai today that was off whenever he saw Kyoya. 'I can't figure it out...' Even Yuki-chan was quiet. And even though I've only known her two days, that seems unusual. 'But, it's almost Club time, so maybe I can find something out!'
~Host Club is OPEN!~
Yuki-chan decided to designate Hunny-sempai just to get to know him better today, and everything else was normal. Well, on the outside it appeared so. Before club started, I pulled Kyoya aside.
"Kyoya... What happened last night?" I looked at him with a very concerned and questioning face, but glanced back at Rei-chan serving tea and cake every once and a while.
"Nothing that is of importance to you or any of the rest of the Club." He replied coolly as he scribbled something in his notebook. 'He hasn't been doing that as much, lately.' I noticed, but quickly shook it off. Focus.
"Then why is everyone acting weird?" I almost whined. "Rei-chan won't speak, and Yuki-chan is unusually quiet. Also, Mori-sempai is--"
"Tamaki. I assure you; nothing happened." Kyoya's face hardened as I saw him clench his jaw slightly.
I sighed as he walked away to prepare for opening time. 'So much character... No way to let it out.'
~Rei's POV~
Club was almost half way over when one of Kyoya's customers waved me over. "Yes, how may I help you beautiful ladies?" I tried to say this with a polite tone, but I just wasn't feeling it.
"Nakamura-san, we were just talking about love," One girl started.
"And kissing, and things of the sort." The girl beside her continued.
"And we were all wanting to hear your opinion on kissing." The last girl finished; with a smile from all three of them.
"W-well..." What a weird topic. I began to glance at Kyoya for a moment, then caught myself. 'What am I doing? It's not like I need his approval or permission or anything.'
"I think that you should only kiss someone you truly love." 'Emphasis on truly.' I added to myself.
"That's so mature and so like you, Nakamura-san!" They all squealed. Oi, that can get annoying. I began to walk away; my "work" here was done. "Um... Nakamura-san?" One of the girls called.
"Hm?" I turned over my shoulder.
"W-we were all wondering... If we could call you Reicheru-chan." They said, sqeezing their eyes shut, saying the last part of the sentence particualarly fast.
I had to be polite, right? "Sure!" I started with a big, fake grin. "Just call me Rei-chan!"
"Really?" They asked in amazement.
"Why not?" I shrugged with a smile as I walked away. I heard squealing in the background. 'Oi...'
~School's Out (for today)!~
I was packing up my stuff before heading home for the day when I heard someone open the door. 'Oh well, none of my business...' I didn't even bother to look up. Big mistake.
"It's pretty late, isn't it?" I heard a voice. THAT voice.
I sighed before looking up. "What, Kyoya? Believe it or not, you're not my most favorite person right now." I explained, shifting my weight onto one leg and shouldering my bag.
"Today, when those girls asked you about kissing..." He started with no expression whatsoever.
I just nodded for him to go on, trying to make annoyance evident on my face.
"Was that the truth?" He had a small smirk on his face now, and I knew if I said anything, it would just grow.
"O-of course! What do you think I am?! Some kind of... Player?" 'Wow, that sounded a lot stupider when it came out.'
"A... what?" He laughed in mid-sentence... He laughed? Kyoya. Kyoya Ootori laughed?!?!
I just stood there with my mouth hanging open slightly, like I was going to say something, but I never did.
"What?" His expression turned back to one of no emotion, as usual.
My face fell and my mouth closed. "Nothing." Kyoya flashed me a questioning look before I bent down once again to gather the rest of my books.
"You know..." I heard his footsteps grow closer to me, and I suddenly felt nervous. 'Why is it whenever he gets closer to me, I begin to panick?' I breathed in a sigh and tried to relax, but to no avail. He eventually came close enough to where I could see his neatly polished, black shoes. 'This could turn out a hundred different ways.' I thought of the layout of the room. Well, just the section we're in since the room is huge.
The couch where I always set my bag is right next to the wall, and I set my bag beside the couch (just incase we run low on seating places, which actually has happened before). I was bent over where my bag had been previously, my back facing the wall; about 2 feet from the wall.
I cautiously stood up, clutching to my books as if they'd save me somehow. When I stood up straight, I could only see Kyoya's chest because he was so much taller than me. I tried to hide my face because I could feel the heat burn in my cheeks. "I need to get through..." I said in almost a whisper. Without thinking, I took a few steps backward.
"Then why are you backing away?" He took a few more steps towards me, standing directly in front of me once again.
'Honestly... I don't know,' That's what I wanted to say. But, how stupid would that sound?
I guess since I didn't answer, Kyoya assumed he could act again. He took a few steps forward, and (again) my body moved on it's own. I took as many steps backward as he took forward until my back was firmly pressed against the wall.
My books were held tightly to my chest and my red face hidden by my bangs. 'Usually this wouldn't bother me. I'd look him in the eye and say "What the heck do you think you're doing?" or something like that... Why is it bothering me now?'
I heard him press his hand against the wall.
B-dmp
He lowered his head to meet me at eye level.
B-DMP
I could sense his presence right in front of me. My breathing became short and, if it was possible, my face grew hotter and redder.
Now I could feel his warm breathe on my lips.
B-DMP
I squeezed my eyes shut, not knowing what was going to happen. My whole body stiffened and I began to shake. 'Stop being so weak!!' I screamed at myself in my mind. 'I can't! Not when he's being like this!!' What was I supposed to do? I could feel him coming closer. His breathing was steady and rhythmic, and his breathe became hotter as it neared my lips even more.
"W-why... are you teasing me?" I whispered without even thinking about it.
Kyoya backed away a little and removed his hand from the wall. I kept my face hidden, not even bothering to see his reaction. I could feel myself shake again, my lip quivering. "D-don't you care how others feel?" I asked in a louder voice than before. I didn't give him any time to answer. "Y-you're never thinking of a-anyone else except y-yourself!" I raised my voice above its normal tone. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, and a lump form in my throat. A few tears fell as I choked out my words. "I th-thought that it was p-possible... for anyone to b-be nice... or co-considerate..." I squeezed my books closer to me. "But you're impossible!!" I shot my head up and revealed my tear-stained cheeks and red eyes. My books dropped to the floor with a thud.
Kyoya stared at me with wide eyes and his mouth half open.
My breathing was hard and fast, each breathe filled with anger. "You never think about anyone else but yourself!!" The tears threatened to fall. "I thought that... that you were at least capable of doing something out of true kindness!" All my bottled up emotions poured out all at once and fizzed over. "I... I just..." I didn't have anything else to say. All I felt like doing was crying.
By the time the first tear was about to fall, I felt something strangely warm and soft on my lips and saw Kyoya right in front of me. 'N-no...' I thought as my eyes widened. As soon as I tried to attempt to pull away, he shoved me up against the wall and held my wrists to the wall beside me with his hands. Kyoya's no Mori, but he's stronger than he looks. I tried to pull away again; maybe luck would have it I get out of this situation. But Kyoya just tightened his grip on my wrists, pushing me back farther against the wall with his body.
I was running out of breathe, and even with my eyes screwed shut, tears fell heavily. This weird feeling inside me began to build, and I felt like fireworks were going off in my stomach. Kyoya's hands still pressed mine to the wall, while his body was pinned right up against mine. I may have been running out of air, but I never wanted this to end. My legs began to shake now, and I couldn't stand for much longer.
As if he had read my mind, Kyoya pulled his lips away from mine, taking a few deep breathes. His hair covered his face, so I had no clue what he was thinking. But his body was still pressed against mine.
My knees finally buckled, and I slid down to the floor until I was sitting. I pulled my legs up to my chest, holding onto them for dear life. I buried my head in my knees, sobbing quietly. I didn't know what else to do. I just needed to cry, just wanted to cry.
Somehow, Kyoya managed to situate himself behind me, me sitting in between his legs. For some reason, I felt safer now... Like I could just let it all out. Kyoya stroked my short hair gently as my sobs became louder. I felt like I could cry in front of him now. I felt more comfortable right now than I had in my whole life. I never wanted it to end.
After I was done crying, just sniffing and wiping my eyes on my sleeve every once in a while, I leaned back on Kyoya's chest, still somehow feeling at ease. I felt calm now that everything was out in the open, and I didn't really have anything to hide from him.
Kyoya still stroked my hair, resting his chin on my head. My legs were still pulled up to my chest, but they relaxed when I let my hands fall to my sides, getting into a comfortable position. My breathing returned to a normal pace as my eye lids became heavy.
And somehow, after everything that had happened in that fifteen minutes, I fell asleep in his arms.
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I'm terribly sorry that this was cliche... I hope it didn't ruin the chapter for you. T_T
Anyway, I had lots of fun writing this, but it also made me sad, and feel all fuzzy inside. This was a long chapter, you guys. I'm soooo sorry I didn't update sooner. When I got back from the beach trip with mah buddy, I had to start on my summer reading homework that I hadn't even bothered to look at yet. *insert sweat drop here* ^^; Heh, heh... Anyway, after that, I went somewhere with my family with NO computer access, so, yeah... THEN I started school. T-T Yay.... NOT. Ugh. This year is hard for me. So, I thought I'd reward you patient readers/reviewers with a long, AWESOMETASTIC chapter!!!! x3
Enough of my babbling. I really hope you guys liked this chapter since it has THE LONG AWAITED... *drum roooolllll* KYOYA x REI KISS!!! XD OMG, I loved writing that part. I think Kyoya really showed his sweet side in this chapter! x3 I love it when he does that. (Random person: But you write the story...) Me: That's true... ANYWAY... Wow, I say "anyway" a lot, don't I? Hahahaha...
Kaoru: Please forgive the crazy, babbling authoress.
Me: HEY!
Hikaru: Hime-chan does NOT own Ouran High School Host Club,
Me: Too bad, ne?
Kaoru: Or anybody/thing associated with the show.
Me: I'm being ignored, aren't I? -_-;
Twins: Yes.
Me: NOW they pay attention to me.... . Anyway, I hope you liked it and that that prettyful button at the bottom appeals to you very much! :D
~MP359