Uh-Oh
"...Haruhi?"
"Not now, Hikaru."
"Okay...but, I really need to tell you something."
Slamming her hand down on her book, after being pestered by her boyfriend for over an hour, Haruhi's face was red as she turned to look at him, he was sitting next to her, tracing his finger around on her palm. "What?"
Hikaru, grinning as he laid his cheek on the cold hard desk, looked over at his girlfriend who was giving him the death glare, and poked her nose with his other hand. "I reeeeally like you."
"Okay... And?"
"I just thought I'd let you know that."
"I already know that," grumbling, Haruhi looked back at her book. Her work wasn't even half done, and she still had her evening class to get to afterwards. And as usual. Hikaru wasn't helping much with the process. "You've only told me that, five times today."
"It's because I just like you that much," squeaking, Hikaru snorted as he flung his arms over her shoulders, causing the pencil his girlfriend was holding, to fall out of her grasp from the shock of being pounced on. "...Have I told you something else~?"
Haruhi grunted in annoyance. "Is it mandatory that I know?"
"...You're my best buddy."
"What about Kaoru?"
"He's my other best-buddy. I can't have just one. I'd be missing the other slice of my triangle. Pfft, silly."
Sighing, Haruhi shoved his body off of her and sat up straight, looking over her papers she needed to work on. But as she straightened everything out again. Her flinched, feeling a soft, warm sensation on her neck. She sunk down in her chair and swatted her hand.
"Cut it out, Hikaru. I'm trying to study," pressing her hand up against his face she pushed him away. "Go satisfy your needs somewhere else."
"But you're my girlfriend," gasping in defense, Hikaru narrowed his eyes at her and slumped himself against the table, resting his elbow on top of it, which was on top of a few of Haruhi's papers as well. "I can't satisfy my needs anywhere else! that would be... cheating."
"Cheating?"
"Yeah, I'd be cheating on you, and I can't do that. You're way cuter than any of these other girls anyhow... So I'm wouldn't be interested even if I was into the sort of thing."
"I didn't mean that sort of needs," Haruhi sweat-dropped, feeling his finger tips running over her shoulder blades. her skin tickled and she flinched when his finger move up from her shoulder, to her neck, and started to tangle itself in the tips of her hair. "Hikaru.. I really need to concentrate, could you please just stop touching me? At least until I'm done with my work?"
"Ooooh," he taunted seductively, rubbing his nose against his girlfriend's cheek, his reddish hair tickled her earlobe. "Not now, but later? my, my, you just can't deny my love, can you, kitten?"
"What is with you calling me, kitten?"
"...I like it."
"Why?"
"I think it's... cute?" Blinking, Hikaru laid his chin down on her shoulder and blew into her ear softly, making her shiver and slap her hand over the side of her face. He snickered like the obnoxious boyfriend he knew he was. "You're cute, kittens are cute, what? would you rather be called... I don't know... Ducky? baby chickens are cute too, I suppose I could call you chicky. Or, peep, but that's weird."
Haruhi just sighed again. "Sorry I asked."
Grinning, Hikaru wrapped his arms around her again, (despite the fact that she kept throwing his arms off her) and cuddled up closer to her, them sharing a bench like chair an all, Hikaru just couldn't help but just touch her; All. The. Time. "It's so boring here. Whaddya say we go find Kaoru and get some ice cream?"
"What part of, 'Hikaru, I have to study' don't you understand?" Haruhi, finally having enough, wiggled out of his grasp once more, as she looked him over, glaring as she still wanted to just whack her boyfriend upside the head with her large text book. Maybe it would do damage, maybe not. "I can't do anything right now. Just-... can't you just go do something with Kaoru?"
"You saw what happened the last time when I tried to hand out with Kaoru!" Hikaru's face suddenly turned to offended-mode, and clung to her arm as he whispered as though it was a secret. "The crazy fan-chick who's always around him, put me in a head-lock."
"I wish I could put you in a head-lock right now..."
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
Looking at his girlfriend suspiciously, Hikaru blinked a few times and snuggled up against her once more, just because he could, and glanced down at her papers. He knew he was irritating her, as he felt her arms twitch every time he touched her, but he just couldn't help himself. How could he have such a cute girlfriend, and not touch her?
Looking around the library, where they sat. Hikaru scratched his head, messing with his hair between his fingers, he rubbed his nose in the crook of her neck. He smirked in amusement when she shivered to his hot breath.
"It's so boring here," he mentioned in a whine, puckering his lips out as he pretended his fingers were a little man, and walked his hand over her paper that Haruhi was currently working on. He used his finger as a leg to the little man, and kicked at one of her pens, making it roll across the table top. "Let's go do something... Haru."
Haruhi wanted to rip her own hair out. She grabbed a pencil off the side, flipped it over, and stabbed his hand with the eraser, causing Hikaru to jump slightly, not excepting his hand to be stabbed so aggressively.
"How rude... you killed him.
"Hikaru," she huffed, throwing her pencil down as she turned to him, grabbing his cheek in her hands, forcing him to look at her in the face. "I can't concentrate with you here. Can't you just sit there like a normal person and not talk? I'm really trying to work."
He blinked, feeling her soft callused palm against his cheeks. He stared at her for a few moments in confusion. "...I wasn't doing anything."
"You're doing absolutely everything that I can think of that would annoy someone," she glared, squishing his cheeks, causing his lips to pucker. "I can't work under all this."
"...If you can't work, just ignore me."
"I can't ignore you when you touch me and mess up all my stuff."
Hikaru pulled his face away form her hands and couldn't help but chuckle, looking at her face. Her cheek were pink and her brow twitched in annoyance, and her lips were a forced pink from biting them. "...You're so cute."
"Oh. My God. Hikaru, just go away."
"...You seem touchy," pouting, Hikaru slumped his cheek on his hand, wrinkling another paper as he rested his elbow on top of it. "Chill Haru, you don't even need to study right now anyway. You've got the best grades in your class."
"That's just it, Hikaru, I don't." Slamming her book shut. Haruhi stood up and began to collect her papers that were all sprawled out across the table, and tugged away the paper that was under his elbow. "I think you forgot, that I'm here only because I have a scholarship, so matter how good my grades are. I still have to study, unlike some people."
Hikaru couldn't help but feel like she was talking about him when saying that.
"Well it isn't my fault for the way scholarships work," grumbling, Hikaru crossed his arms and leaned into the seat, watching her organize her things. "One day without studying isn't going to wreak your streak or anything."
"That's what you always say," Haruhi argued, glaring as she stack her papers into a small pile to put away into her school folder. "What you don't realize, is that those days without studying add up, Hikaru."
"Duh, I'm not stupid," Rolling his eyes, Hikaru folded his arms behind his head, crossing one leg over the other. "But you study all the time, so it's not like it matters."
"It does matter when I get bad grades from not studying at all and loose my scholarship," Haruhi finally snapped, and Hikaru could just seen the invisible irritation mark on the side of her head. "It's a little late in the game to transfer into another college."
"Who said anything about you transferring into another college?" Piping up, Hikaru looked at her almost concerned. "I think you're making things a little more complicated then they need to be."
"It's not complicated," she muttered, shoving things into her bag, which had gotten quite heavy since recently, with all the text books she needed. "I need to study, Hikaru, I understand that your lifestyle isn't the same as mine, but now you need to understand it. Everything I have, I didn't get from it just falling into my lap."
"You say that as though I don't do anything," huffing, Hikaru scowled and looked down at his lap. "It's not like I asked to be born into a wealthy family. It isn't my fault."
"I never said it was."
"That's what you made it sound like."
"I just want you to know, that I'm not art of an extremely wealthy family, so if my grades start falling, there isn't anything that's stopping me from being kicked out of the scholarship program. If you're grades start failing, then you have nothing to worry about."
Hikaru sighed heavily, watching her put her stuff away, she looked irritated, but he wasn't really sure where her bad attitude was coming from. "You're too smart to be kicked out of Ouran, so you have nothing to worry about either."
Haruhi twitched again. Her lips tightened into a straight line and she took a deep breath, trying not to shout at him, even if she really wanted to. It was the only way to get anything through his thick skull. "Really? I guess you haven't see this then."
Hikaru flinched and leaned back into the seat as Haruhi suddenly flung something out of her folder, shoving it into his face. He blinked a few times to clear his vision enough to see what she was making him too at form such a short distance.
"It's..." he paused, his eyebrow raised. "You're test results from last week?"
"Hmm, hmm."
"...What am I suppose to be looking at? it looks just like mine and Kaoru's paper."
"Look at the corner."
He sighed again, taking it out of her hands to look at it better, he glared at the tiny letters of the test and was instantly bored, until he looked at the corner where she told him to look, where her score was written in fine ink of a pen from a professor.
He looked at it.
He blinked.
He looked at it some more.
He nearly choked on thin air.
"What the hell!?" he blurted out without thinking, her mouth fell open and he was sure, that if he was drinking anything, that he would have spit it all out. "You're score is lower then mine!"
"Exactly..."
Scowling, Haruhi glared at the back of her paper that her boyfriend held in his one hand and took a deep breath, not really wanting to look at the paper anymore, she just planned on him keeping it. "And guess who's fault that is..."
He looked up at her with a weird look, slightly offended. "Don't make it sound like this is my fault. I wasn't the one who did your test."
"Its not that, its that you never give me the time of day to study, the only way I have been able to study as much as I had is because I do it at night when you're not bothering me."
Glaring as he stood up, Hikaru flicked the paper out of his hand and watched it flutter slowly onto the table, before looking back her. Her back was turned as she continued to put her tings away. "Bothering you? says the woman who really can't keep her hands to herself sometimes."
"Oh my god, this is exactly why I didn't want to be in any kind of relationship while in school," dropped her text book on the table she turned on her heel and stared up at him, with a hard frown. "Trying to do my work and entertaining you is impossible. I can't do both."
He stared down at her, blinking his golden cat-like eyes as he looked almost shocked from hearing that. "I never said you had to entertain me."
"That's exactly what it feels like, dating you," scowling Haruhi didn't take her eyes away form him. Just to make sure he understood her. "I'm just your little toy that has to entertain you all day long. I have other priorities. Hikaru."
"I never said you were a to-... Well, okay! I said that, but it's not that you are. You're more than a.. toy."
"That doesn't matter to me," rolling her eyes, she finally turned back around and grabbed the strap to her bag, flinging it over her shoulder. "I don't care about being your toy, or not. It's that you never think about anything but your self and what you want."
"Then I'll make it easier for you," he figured, grumbling under his breath as he clenched his hands into tight fists, slumping them into his pockets. "I'll just leave you alone."
"That's what I've been trying to tell you this whole time. Are you just now realizing that?"
"That homework is the most important thing to you? Then yeah, I guess I have."
"Right now it is, yes."
"Then you won't have to worry about me bothering you anymore," Grabbing his bag that was just laying next to him forgotten about, Hikaru threw it over his own shoulder and stuck his nose up. "Because I wouldn't want to ruin that intimate relationship you have with your text books or anything."
"Oh whatever." She rolled her eyes, watching his every movement. "You're so immature. Don't act like that."
"If I'm so immature, why'd you go out with me in the first place?"
"I ask myself that everyday."
Scowling, Hikaru hissed angrily through his clenched teeth and rolled his eyes as he turned around, ready to walk away. "Guess that's means we're through then."
Glaring back at him, she turned around, going the other way. "Guess so."
Tap-tap-tap
Slow footsteps tapped against the floor of the tiled hallway. And soft breathing was the only other sound. The empty corridors were eerie and obviously way too.. quiet. Something was wrong.
A head full of orange reddish hair peaked around the corner, and a pair of golden eyes looked both ways, trying to be as quiet as the hallway itself, the owner of those feline-like eyes slowly crept away form the wall. Trying not to make as less noise as possible.
Because crazy fan-girls could hear from a mile away.
And they could also smell fear.
Never make any sudden movements when being chased by a crazed obsessive fan-chick. They will turn lion, and jump on you. Literally.
Kaoru bit his bottom lip, sticking his tongue to his cheek as he slowly walked down the hall, looking over his shoulder once he heard someone whispering. Thankfully though, it was just other fan-girls talking about boys, rather than the fan-girl who was stalking him.
What was it with woman wanting to sit right outside the bathroom door while he was on the other side? did they not have anything else better to do other then to follow him everywhere he went? sadly, now that his fan-girl knew which dorm room was his, he wouldn't be surprised if he went in there, to only find her sitting right on his bed.
She actually did that before, but what really bothered him, was that there was two bed in his dorm room, his, and his brothers, yet she knew which one was his.
Sometimes he would even mistake his bed for his brothers, how the hell was she able to do that?
Taking a deep breath, Kaoru held the strap to his school bag in his hands tightly and slyly turned another corner, being greeted with a wall of dorm room doors. He swallowed hard and slowly made his way down the other quiet hall.
For some reason, the whole school was quiet.
He shivered.
Being chased continuously by a girl wasn't what bothered him, it was that the girl in particular, who was following him, had this strange obsession with forcing herself on him, and kissing his neck.
The kissing part wasn't it either, it was that she was an aggressive neck kisser! he swore he had bite marks, he hadn't checked that day yet though.
Finally walking normally, off his tiptoes once he got to his door. Kaoru pulled out his room key from his pocket and swiftly stuck it into the keyhole, throwing his arm out to open it, only to slid himself around the door to slam it shut again.
Getting to his room without being glomped... was a success.
Thank god.
Closing his eyes as he leaned the back of his head up against the door, he sighed deeply and slowly slid down to sit on his heels. This, rubbing away from girls, was starting to take a toll on his body. He was exhausted.
"Kaoru, there you are! where the hell have you been?"
His body flinched from the sound of that voice that suddenly appeared and he felt his heart instantly fall into his stomach. He sweat-dropped, but of course he was too tired to really move, so he just fell over. Literally.
"Alright, you win, I give up..." He sighed heavily, letting his arm fall to the side, his knuckles landed on the hard floor. "I'm too tired to fight anymore... Just do whatever you want. I don't care anymore."
"...What?"
"I'm too tired, you win... Jump on me, kiss me. I don't care... I can't run anymore."
"Kissing maybe, if I were in the mood, but...Why would I jump on you?"
Blinking, Kaoru scrunched his face up and slowly turned his head over, having his cheek lay against the floor. His eyes traveled up t where the voice was coming from, and he finally gave in, into seeing who he was actually in the room with.
He blinked.
Then, after a few moments of staring at his mirror image, he turned his head back over and sighed in relief.
"Oh, it's you..." Kaoru closed his eyes again and just laid there. "I thought you were Araka. Out to get my soul and stuff... thank god you aren't, I really wouldn't have liked it if she took me up on my offer and kissed me again."
Scuffing, Hikaru rolled his eyes and turned around on his heel, walking to the other side of the room. "...Yeah, okay."
Rolling over on to his stomach, Kaoru raised his eyebrow. Supporting his upper body on his elbows, he looked over to his brother who was sitting on the edge of his bed, and couldn't help but feel a strange negative aura.
"Hikaru..." he muttered, puckering his lips out. "Something wrong?"
"Nope."
"...Oh, okay. You just sounded, how should I put it? you sound... aggravated?"
"I'm not aggravated," Hikaru grumbled irritably under his breath, making him sound quite aggravated, but of course he insisted that he wasn't. "Why are you laying on the floor?"
"...I'm tired. I can't feel anything."
"Being chased by girls or something?"
"As a matter of fact... I was."
"Way to go."
Kaoru shook his head. "No, not 'way to go' I... I can't even walk out of my room without having the feeling like I'm being watched. Araka's been stalking me for over a week. I can't take it."
"You're single, you should ask her out."
"And give her another reason to attack me? I've seen you and Haruhi together, and the things you two do. Being in a relationship with that woman would kiss me."
"Well don't worry about having to see me and her together," flinching at the mention of Haruhi's name, Hikaru threw himself on his bed and laid his head down on his bag he put there earlier. "I don't even want to look at her right now."
Kaoru eventually found the admission to crawl up to sit on his hands and knees, and quirked his brow at his older brother in confusion. "Who are you talking about?"
"Haruhi, who else?"
"...What happened with you and Haruhi?"
"We broke up."
"Huh!?"
Hikaru rolled his eyes. "Seriously, bro, where have you been?"
"I leave you alone with her for two hours and you're suddenly broken up?! what did you do now?" Sitting on his legs, Kaoru laid his hands on his knees, looking at his twin as though he had just lost him mind. "You did something, didn't you?"
"Oh great, now you're convinced everything s my fault too," Hikaru tossed himself on his stomach and glared at his little brother. "Honestly, I'm not that bad."
"...Well, Haruhi wouldn't just break up with you for no reason, and so soon!" Kaoru's voice hit high-pitch, as he slapped his hand over his eye. "You guys were fine as of... three hours ago, when I saw you two together. What happened?"
"I don't want to talk about."
