Can't keep my hands off you
"Success!"
"..."
Haruhi blinked, being interrupted of her papers, by a strange, happy shout from the other room. she was curious to get up and see who it was and what they were screaming about, but its was too painfully obvious it the Hikaru.
A week had gone by with her husband sulking around the house, refusing to leave or go anywhere in jeans that actually fit him comfortably, and only wore his size small pants and had practically starved himself all that week, just so he could fit himself into his jeans.
She thought it was pretty pathetic, and tried to stop him before he made himself sick, but she had instantly learned that you should not get in the way of a determined man trying to fit perfectly in his jeans.
It was completely ridiculous, and couldn't help but think that Hikaru thought she would actually leave him because he suddenly had to ware a size medium. He hadn't since he refused to even touch a pair of jeans that were bigger than the ones he had, but even after she had told him it made no difference to her, the man just wouldn't quit.
The poor man looked terrible, he hadn't even looked at a cup of coffee in that whole week.
-slam-
"Ack." Haruhi jumped, just as she was writing something down, causing her last few words to be jumbled up slightly. She sighed, knowing that it was forever ruined as it was written in pen.
She glanced up towards the door that was slammed into the wall. Though once she looked up, all she was greeted with was a certain red-head thrown up against the wall, maybe he thought he looked sexy like that?
He looked a little weird actually.
"Hikaru, what are you doing?" she said, obviously un amused as her paper was ruined, and had to crumble it up and toss it and write down all her information down again. "Why are you up against the wall like that? does your back hurt?"
"...No," Hikaru muttered, detaching himself from the wall as he stood up straight, strutting into Haruhi's home office as if he was trying to show something off. "I was just, showing-...or looking for you darling, whatcha up to~?"
"Why are you talking funny?"
"I'm not, I'm just exposing myself naturally."
"...What?"
Hikaru sighed, straightening himself up right again as leaned over his wife's desk, wiggling his chest slightly similar to the way a love desperate woman would do to a random man at a bar. "Notice anything... Different~?"
"...No, no I don't."
"Look harder."
"I have a feeling that you want me to say something about your pants, but I'm not sure... what do you want me to say?"
"I want you to say, 'Hikaru you look fabulous in your small-sized jeans, kind of sexy, I like it'."
"I said you looked fine in your other jeans, what the difference with the smaller ones?"
"Honey, I thought we already discussed this."
"You're right, I'm sorry."
Hikaru nodded, as if he was in-deed in need of an apology, and put on hand on his hip, sticking his bottom out a little. "Anyway, enough of that silly stuff, I came here to ask you something important."
"Important?" Haruhi repeated, raising both her eyebrows as she looked down at her freshly, clean white paper that she needed to write down all her stuff on that she had already wrote, to get back on schedule. "What's important?"
"Well," he paused, puckering his lips in deep thought as he got comfortable just sitting next to her. "Um, I was hoping you'd be more interested in that first thing I told you, and that we would have a longer conversation about it... but we didn't, and now I can't think of anything else to say."
"...Okay?"
"And that concerns me."
"It concerns you?"
"Yes, because I always find things to say, but now..." he paused again, slumping himself down in the chair that was off to the side. "But now I can't think of anything to say, and if I stop talking completely, you'll get boring and you'd just go back to doing your work."
"Yes," Haruhi nodded, straightening out her lips as she looked away from him and started writing down the information for the court hearings she had with her client which was next week. "That does sound like a problem, why don't you go hang out with your brother or something? again, that is why there are two of you."
"But he's out with... Suzuki," Hikaru muttered almost irritably, wanting so bad to get her name wrong, but ended up not. "He's ben out with her for the past week though, one moment she doesn't want to talk to him, then can't get enough of him the next, its annoying."
"Well they are engaged now," she rolled her eyes, tapping her pen on her cheek cutely, making Hikaru wanted to jump up and squeeze her, but good thing for her, he restrained himself for such annoying urges. "You were the same way."
"Hmm, but we were doing everything but, not, talking to each other before that," Hikaru smirked, twitching his eyebrow up once as he leaned over, still siting in the chair. Looking over towards her like she was supposed to remember something. "I remember you couldn't stop touching me then, so frisky."
"Really?" Haruhi snickered, rolling her eyes as she resumed trying to do her work. "Cause I remember it, you being too scared to even walk by me most of the time."
"Have you seen your father when he gets angry?" Hikaru pointed out, sticking his hand out airily as he looked away to make more of a dramatic effect. "Snakes go everywhere and he looks like he could eat a whole human head in one bite."
"But before that... where you implying that I actually did something with you?"
"We did lots of things Haru, but what are you suggesting that you thought I meant?"
"...Never mind."
"You're strange Haru."
"I can say the same thing about you."
Too caught up, looking at each other, Hikaru and Haruhi were oblivious to the fact that three little heads were poking out between the door and the frame, and were too busy reaching over to kiss the other to notice that thee of their minions were entering the room.
Hikaru blinked, feeling something rubbing up against his leg, wanted to ignore it, but once it got to the point he felt it against his thigh, he flinched and stepped back, his cheeks tinting pink in surprise, and in slight violation.
"Uh..." he blinked, standing up straight, looking down at the triplets as they obviously thought they hadn't ben seen yet, as they continued to sneak around to the bottom of the desk. "What are you-?"
"Shh," Hanako put her finger to her lips, as if that would silence her father from speaking, and looked back towards their mother who was still oblivious to their presence and stood on her tiptoes, looking over the desk to see if their mother still was too busy to notice them.
"Daddy," Keito said, standing in front of him, poking him in the leg being barely half his fathers size. "We need to talk."
Haruhi blinked, hearing, and knowing her children had ben there the whole time, and smiled, going back to her work as if she hadn't heard anything,
"Don't worry," Hayato said, in all seriousness as a three-year old cold say things in. "It will probably not be in your interest, but I think we can work something out."
Hikaru sighed, feeling his lips quivering in laugher, but for his kids sake and for his, he restrained himself. "Oh really? and what would that be exactly?"
"Well first of all-" Keito started.
"This has something to do with mommy." Hayato finished.
"With mommy?"
"Yes, its quite serious actually," Hanako added, standing on her tiptoes, looking over the desk again. "Hi mommy."
Haruhi nodded slightly, her lips pressed firmly together as she gave a slight giggle. "Hi.
"Anyway," Hayato rolled his eyes, sticking his hands in the pockets of his small green hoodie. "As daddy may already know, from slight details, it is mommy's day off today, and we can't help but feel... that you're hogging a certain someone."
"Uh," Hikaru paused, slightly confused as she stood before them, with his eyebrow twitching weirdly. "I'm hogging someone? how?"
"That is what we need to discuss," Keito sighed, folding his arms over his chest, with bored emotionless eyes staring back towards his father. "Mommy, we request that you give her back, it will go more smoothly if no questions are asked."
Hikaru snickered, not really sure if he should be annoyed that his children sounded like they had no respect for them, or to be proud, to how evil they could actually be, cause what kind of Hitachiin offspring would they be if they weren't just slightly on the little devil side?
"Now hold on," Hikaru tried to argue, even though it was his children he was trying to reason with, and everyone knows Hitachiin's arguing with each other is like two Libra's fighting over who's right. "What are you guys doing?"
"We're taking mommy," Hayato answered instantly, wondering what it was that they were saying that their father didn't get. "And just so you know and aren't concerned, we probably aren't giving her back today."
"And we're keeping her over tonight too." Hanako spoke up, tiptoeing over the edge of the desk again, being just a tad to short to reach the top to look over it normally. "Mommy, ready to go?"
Haruhi sighed lightly, placing her pencil on the papers, deciding that she probably wasn't going to get anymore necessary work done. "Um, where are we going exactly?"
"Somewhere were daddy can't find you," the middle child said simply, following his sister as she walked around the desk, gripping their mothers pant legs. "Cause he'll just steal you if we go somewhere practical."
"And what makes you think you can just waltz right in here and just take her?" Hikaru snickered, deciding to make it difficult for his children. "Wouldn't that mean you're stealing her first?"
"Yes, but we are un guilty," Hayato replied, taking his fathers stance and looked just like his mirror image except in a smaller version. "You see daddy, to our calculations, you've had mommy to yourself for about... six years, so we'll be back with mommy in six years, don't bother trying to find us."
Hikaru blinked, more confused than before as she put his finger to his chin. "And you guys are three and can do that kind of calculating?"
"Well actually we called uncle Kyo, and he rounded it up for us."
"I see, so Kyouya has something to do with this plan of yours?"
"No, we thought up this plan our selves."
"S where are you guys taking mommy anyway?"
"Somewhere where you won't find her."
"And where is that? I hope its not too far, mommy likes to make dinner."
"That's fine, it's just outside in our playhouse."
"..."
Hikaru snickered, looked back towards Haruhi, a little disappointed that they were interrupted of their small make out session for this, but put it past him as he shifted a little to make himself comfortable.
"Wait a second, you can't just-!"
-Five minutes later after being helplessly depressed-
To: Kaoru
From: Hikaru
Message: Kaoru... I was robbed, and now I'm bored. Q.Q
Sadly, Hikaru had waited a whole ten minutes before his brother finally replied to him.
To: Hikaru
From: Kaoru
Message: darn.
"..."
Darn?
Darn?!
What do I look like to you, Kaoru, some piece of trash? am I not even good enough for you anymore that you can't even capitalize your own darn spelling?
Hikaru felt like crying, his dear brother wasn't paying attention to him.
What the hell was he doing that was more important than entertaining his life long best friend, companion, brother, secret lover, intimate comrade?
Hikaru was quite right, Kaoru wasn't interested his text message at all.
After getting a rather distracting text message from his brother while he was driving, Kaoru had to force himself to give his phone to his fiancé, (He liked saying that) though this time, which seemed to be the first time in Kaoru's life, he wasn't the least bit interested in what Hikaru had to say; at least not what Suzuki said the text message read.
Now, he was busy driving back to his apartment, well driving up inside the parking garage of the large apartment building where his rather rich and expensive-like apartment, and after seeing his poor, fiancé walking alone, (even without her dog) down the sidewalk, out for no reason, and he felt the need to take, (kidnap) her and take her to where he was going.
After almost the oddest past week, with sending Andrew home back to America, and tending to his brothers feelings, and going on a diet with him just so he didn't feel bad, even if he didn't really care all that much what size of jeans he was wearing; just as long as they weren't bigger than medium.
You see, Kaoru actually was comfortable wearing a size medium, and had ben for almost a year, but after going on that identical diet Hikaru had put himself on. Kaoru was know wearing his small-sized jeans.
Hikaru's so pathetic.
Almost gleaming as he swung the door to his apartment open. Kaoru sighed out of contentment, then narrowed his eyes in discouragement when he felt something slip out of his hand, and it suddenly becoming fairly cold.
"Hey, where are you going?" he gave a fake pout, turning on his heel as he grabbed his fiancés wrist, just as she tried to escape. "We just got here, don't try to escape."
"I just remembered that I-... I have to do something," Suzuki informed firmly, through the blush on her face, her lips wiggling oddly as she felt a weird shiver run down her spine. "So... I should go do it."
"You never said you had to do something," he blinked, a little whine in his tone as she pulled her closer, when it was obvious that she was trying to wiggle free of his grasp. "Why, did you forget your medication?!"
"If I say that I did would you let me go?"
"Well I suppose it depends on how true it is."
"It's actually not true at all, but whatever it takes, right?"
"Oh, well than probably no, what do you need to do that is so important that you don't want to come inside?" Kaoru raised his eyebrow, lowering his chin down to her shoulder, almost whispering in her ear playfully.
"Uh... well nothing but-" she paused, glaring down towards the floor as she tried to think up another excuse as to why she couldn't go inside, but couldn't think of anything clever just then and decided to go with the truth.
"Because it's... embarrassing."
"Awe!"
Suzuki grumbled, puckering her lips in annoyance as he started nuzzling her cheek with his lovingly, squeezing her insides with his arms that were looped around her waist. and tried to pry him away, but couldn't bring herself to pull away completely; it was just to comfortable.
"You're so cute," Kaoru babbled on, ignoring any signs of irritation from his fiancé as he held her randomly in the middle of the hall way. "You've ben inside my apartment lots of times, silly."
"No, now we're engaged and I haven't ben inside before with our current new relationship status," she explained with a straight face, glaring towards the door of his apartment door just as he swung her around. "Strange things happen inside houses with people who are newly engaged."
Kaoru scrunched his face up in deep thought, wondering what her point was as he cuddled her closer, slowly, ever so slowly inching towards the door a little closer. "Um, I don't what kind of stuff you watch on TV, but... what kind of strange things do you think will happen?"
"...Seriously?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Clothes come off Kaoru, lot of clothes..."
"What kind of TV show is that?"
"..."
Kaoru gave a half suppressed laugh as he threw his head back a little, in response to her massive eye roll. "I'm kidding, I promise my clothes wont come off, and I won't try to take off yours."
"...Ahem."
They both froze, the minute they heard someone behind them; or rather, right beside them, and awkwardly turned their head slowly, greeting a middle-aged man in a suit, with his white whisker-like mustache poking out, which amused Kaoru to the point he wanted to twirl his finger in it, but decided that, that would be a little weird so kept the urge to himself.
The older man blinked his slightly wrinkled eyes, nodded his head at the two as he passed by slowly, holding an empty coffee cup he then tossed into the trash ben that was randomly there around the corner.
He cleared his throat, slightly disturbed to find a couple getting it on in the hall. "Good evening, Mr. Hitachiin."
"Uh," Kaoru blushed, slightly embarrassed to be caught in the act of saying something rather strange. "Good evening Mr... er."
"Akumuro."
"Right."
Suzuki blinked, watching the man walk behind them, heading towards the large, rich man's version on a vending machine, dialed up a strange can of something, turned around, head back to the direction, and only then did the couple move from their awkward position that looked rather perverted.
"Anyway," Kaoru muttered, his brow lowered as he watched the man walk away, and once he was fully out of sight he turned them around and tightened his hold on her again when she tried gripping on to the side of the door frame to get away. (Seriously? why does she even try?) "Uh... what are you doing? can't you see that I'm trying to take you into my apartment, and have no intentions of doing something perverted?"
"Yes I'm aware of that," she rolled her eyes, falling half limp in his arms in a sign of giving up when it was painfully obvious that he wasn't going to let go. which seemed to be normal for all men of the Hitachiin family. "That's it, I give up."
"Awe, so soon~?"
"It's pointless trying to fight with you."
"I'm glad you realized that before it was too late."
"What do you mean?"
"I meant that it would be too late for me. "
Suzuki blinked, not at all getting what the Hitachiin meant, and looked downwards towards the expensive tiled floor of the fifth-floor. Though was a little confused once she felt his arms loosen from around her. Then, gave a sudden squeak of surprise as her wrist was gripped and she was spun around in a fast whirl.
And the next thing she knew it was pitch dark.
She stood there silent a moment, feeling her hand being gripped again as she was led some place in totally darkness, having no idea where she was being led to, and tripping a few times over her own feet and awkwardly half falling, and having to be caught before she was plopped down on what she later discovered, was the couch.
Finally after a few long moments of moving his hand around on the wall, in the dark, Kaoru was able to successfully find the light switch on the wall, that should really be by the front door, but was around the corner from the front door and found in the living room.
He moved the small lever on the light switch up a little, tinting the room a certain light brown color, as it was only six o-clock, but big thick drapes covered the windows, preventing any of the remaining natural light from peaking in.
Suzuki puckered out her lips, pressing her knees together as she sat classically girl-like on the comfortable plush couch. Looking around the room to see where Kaoru had suddenly ran off to, when a pair of arms found themselves flung over her shoulders from behind.
She smirked, not moving from her spot. "I thought you said you didn't have anything perverted planned?"
"That's right," he snickered, leaning his head down a little, nuzzling her face cutely. "I don't."
"Then what's will the dim lights and the champagne bottle?"
"Hmm?" Kaoru blinked, curious and slightly confused as to what she meant, and moved his eyes up a little, looking towards the coffee table that was near the couch where they were; and sure enough, sitting happily in a small tin bucket, next to a pail of strangely arranged flowers, was a happy looking, sparkling bottle of wine.
His mouth almost dropped from utmost confusion, as this was his house, but had no idea how those items had gotten there. He sighed, standing up strait as his arms slowly pulled away from her, though still lingered close by; just in-case.
"Um," he mumbled almost guiltily, blinking his golden eyes a few times as he gulped down the wetness in his throat. "I have no idea where those things came from, honest... the wine fairy or... something?"
"That's strange." she rolled her eyes again, as she had already done that a few times since Kaoru had practically dragged her off the sidewalk, and brought her into his house unexpectedly and looked down towards the flowers as if she was sensing some sort of lie from the man.
"You know, since you brought me here, you say, for no reason, and there's magically a bottle of champagne on the table." she snickered, giving him a strange facial expression, as if she was waiting for him to catch something she was saying silently. "Seems planned, doesn't it?"
"...Um, no, it doesn't seem that way to me at all, I promise you, I am not planning on getting you drunk or anything like that." he said in all seriousness, or at least all he could come up with at the moment, which is when he felt the most vulnerable. "I really don't know where those came from."
"Sure, cause it's not like someone broke into your house and gave you a free bottle of wine for no reason." She snorted, crossing her leg over the other as she got more comfortable.
"Actually..." He murmured, walking over, and kneeling down slightly, gracefully grabbing a piece of paper poking out from the colorful pile of flowers, noticing his initials on it, or rather his nickname.
Which was Kao-chan.
He narrowed his eyes.
Noticing that it was in-deed a small note, he sighed a little as he ran his fingernail under the small piece of tape that was holding the two pieces of the folded up paper together, and blinked, seeing something written there he shouldn't really be surprised at.
Dear Kao-chan.
Congrats on the engagement.
Now everyone in the host-club has someone, ne?
We came by but you weren't here, so we just left everything on the table.
Don't know what you were doing, but we'll see you later at the engagement party at your house, k?
Hope you guys plan on having a really big cake at the wedding.
Speaking of cakes, we left you one in your fridge, Hehe.
P.s. You and Suzu-chan are going to have adorable Akachan's.
Love. Hunny, Mori, Kyouya, and Tamaki. ~
"Those sneaky bastards broke into my house again," he muttered irritably, sweat-dropping as he flicked the paper away off to nowhere in particular. His face beat red from the last line that was written there. "Well, looks like someone really did break into my house and leave us a free bottle of wine, funny, huh?"
Suzuki snickered, shaking her head a little as she kicked off her sandals she had on and crossed her legs completely, sitting Indian-style on one of the cushions of the couch. "I stand corrected."
Kaoru grinned, slightly, but he grinned nonetheless as he bit his bottom lip while he turned around, flopping down carelessly on the couch beside his fiancé, making her shirt a little due to the vibration in the springs.
Suzuki was un amused, probably because she almost fell off the couch, but was nice enough to just sit there, and act like it hadn't had happened.
"You're so cute," he informed her, for no reason, wrapping his arms around her neck, rubbing his lips against her cheek as he scooted as close as he could to her. "So cute that it's almost unnecessary."
She ignored that, and just let out a strange, yet cute sounding, noise that sounded relevant to a small giggle. Wrapping her arms around his neck finally responding to the weird nuzzling he was doing to her face, and gave a small peck to his cheek.
He made a small hum sound as he got what he was waiting for, trailing his hand up behind her head, playing with her hair in his fingers. Feeling her body practically give out below him as he felt more weight on his neck, but was completely fine with it as he smirked devilishly.
Licking his teeth patiently as he lowered her body down on the plush cushion on the middle of the large couch, he held back a slight mad giggle as his lips finally found their way to hers.
Not surprised at all, Suzuki responded to the kiss almost immediately, shifting her body sheepishly under him, moving her hand a little to play with a piece of his spiky orange hair between her index and thumb finger, moaning almost completely silent into one of his kisses.
And while Kaoru found himself in a slight busy situation that needed his attention, he was completely oblivious to the fact that his phone was vibrating helplessly on the end table near the front door.
Meanwhile, on the other side of town, in the Hitachiin household. Hikaru found himself wifeless, and bored, just waiting for Kaoru to respond to one of his text messages.
*Hides from raging HikaHaru fans carrying large frying pans and fire-breathing dragons*
Honestly, I'm mad with myself. This story has ben lacking, and I mean, slacking, in HikaHaru fluffiness, so bad. But i promise you, everything is going according to plan, no my plan was not to deprive us all of HikaHaru, but trust me, everything that happened in this chapter, has a lot to do with the next chapter, hopefully.
I mean, obviously their lives would be different with kids around, right? it's not like Hikaru and Haruhi can just make-out when ever they feel like it, like they use to when they were newlyweds.
I am not particularly overjoyed with this chapter, I think I've done better on other ones, but I hoped you liked it anyway. ^^ Lots of KaoSuzu -.- That's my fault.
And I hope to start on those college one-shots soon, perhaps a few days from now? I think they will help me and the HikaHaru fans like yourselves feel a little better?
Again, this is just a filler chapter, so it would obviously be boring. Gomen, I shall try harder.
Hopefully I update soon, thank you all so much for all your support and patience. ~
