Allo everyone!! Hope you enjoyed the last chapter and I felt so encouraged to write ahead (sniffles). At any rate this will center attention on Shiiro and Haruhi's relationship, which y'all are wondering about! Hehe, and of course let's not forget the members' disapproval lol.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Profile says it all in six words -.-
Beta'd (finally!) by: SirinaLovella (thanks a bunch! Sorry jav-chan! -.-)
Water Falls: Faux Ami (literally saying: 'false friend.' Double meaning: French and English literature device, something that sounds same in English as for French. But not really, example: attendre (in french, is 'to wait')but in English we think attendre is to 'to attend,' but it's not, so it sounds alike but a different meaning. And connects to the story in which you will read ahead and ignore me…-.- lol, and yes it is a metaphor...sorry (i babbled again) i'm a sucker for these things lol)
Engaged?
Silence.
We're getting this a lot every unsuspected scene, ne?
Wonder why?
Even the fans were a bit shocked and petrified in suspense. They were not suspecting someone as hot as Shiiro to already be engaged…to their Haruhi-kun nonetheless!
It was not an everyday occurrence, and definitely not someone would offhandedly say: "Guess what I'm engaged to Haruhi! Isn't that cool?!"
Of course if you take away the enthusiasm and childish ardor…that was what Shiiro basically exclaimed. Something that left the members' stunned speechless, with a bit calculations of putting certain people in a body bag or hiring a top-notch assassin edging in their minds.
Haruhi was literally feeling the glacier-like pinpricks in her skin, the hair on the back of her neck stood eerily. Her suit (courtesy of their Hosting costumes…in men's suit as they suggested…her gender doesn't seem to matter anymore…again) was not enough to keep a warm barrier from the onslaught of frigid (male) eyes solely directed on her.
Though what really got her stumped was Shiiro's statement.
'He's engaged? To who?'Haruhi swiveled her head and cocked a curious brow in Shiiro's beaming expression, ego-inflation in full blast. "Shiiro-kun? I didn't know you were engaged."
"Wha?"
"Congratulations. Kasumi-chan does like you a lot." Insert innocent-happy expression here.
"…" Insert stumped-face, Deflation of the ego-booster.
Thuds echoed across the room.
Another bout of silence—
"Kasumi, that crazy bitch!? Hell no!" Shiiro pulled back, aghast, blood draining from his face thinking about a certain maidservant in their household.
"Well then she's not engaged to you at all—" Kaoru started.
"Then who?"
Curious caramel orbs directed at him as Shiiro blushed heavily and determinedly inhaled. He had a crush on Haruhi ever since they were little kids, and couldn't fully express his feelings back then, so he gave her a ring. A ring that promised everything that he would return to her, that he would confess his feelings as a man.
"To you, of course! Don't you remember?"
"Me?"
"Yes, you!"
"Stop pressuring my daughter! As I recall, I did not give you permission for my daughter's hand in marriage."
"Who the hell are you? As far as I know, Uncle Ranka doesn't have blond hair." Shiiro stopped Tamaki from pulling Haruhi away from him with narrowed magenta eyes, as his gripped tightened around Haruhi's hands.
"I do believe that Fujioka-san has not given any acquiescence to the engagement of Haruhi to you. Do not force yourself upon her to do so." Kyouya pushed his glasses to his nose, light reflecting eerily of the hidden meaning behind the unspoken threat.
Shiiro's eyebrows rose to the fringe of his bangs and leveled the Shadow King with a knowing glare. "I know Ranka-san better than you."
A huge barb. That statement alone spoke volumes of intimacy between their families. Something Kyouya does not have nor have any knowledge on, as he narrowed his onyx eyes in cold slits.
The members shuddered visibly.
Kyouya had the power to create fatal damage to ones' welfare, and Shiiro was threading through thin ice.
Someone was getting the wrong plane…
"If so, where's her ring?" Hikaru crossed his arms.
"You're not legally engaged without the ring, so where is it?" Kaoru turned frosty golden eyes on Shiiro.
"Shiiro," Haruhi started, and drew her hands away from him as she combed her hair with her fingers, and lightly massaging her temple in a sign of frustration. For some reason someone 'up there' seemed determined not to give her a normal life.
"What are you talking about?"
Good question…for someone so smart and a lawyer to boot. The situation seemed 'dim' in Haruhi's point of view. Why were the members' attacking her best friend with a barrage of questions? Why the hell were the clients eyeing her like that? Why was Tamaki planting another patch of mushrooms in the corner? (His corner of gloom did not offer much solace, and decided that mushrooms would be a great hobby to forget his 'occurring' nightmare…) And most of all, why the hell was Kyouya writing so much in his black book?
'Did I missed something…?'Shiiro inhaled and exhaled tiredly. 'Damn…the body and the face change, but I was hoping for the alteration of personality too...' "Haruhi," Shiiro turned serious magenta eyes pinning down caramel orbs, as he gripped her shoulders gently.
"You are engaged to me."
'The bold and italics should work…'
…
As you can all see, bluntness seemed to take root from…
"I am?"
—Her.
"Yes!! Damn it! Don't you have the ring?"
Tamaki perked up from his third row of mushroom. Kyouya's ¥30,000 pen broke from pressure, the twins' jaws tightened in anticipation, Mori narrowed his eyes in curiosity. The clients held their breaths. Leonardo and Antonio eyed the newcomer with 'worthy-of-competition,' as they drilled scrutinizing eyes upon Shiiro.
…
"What ring?"
A wave of thuds echoed out the room for the second time. (Kyouya and Mori 'barely' upholding themselves).
"That ring! The one I gave you when we were…" Shiiro blushed as the members strained their ears for completion of the flustered sentence.
"You know! The ring!"
Haruhi cocked her head bemusedly. 'What ring?'
"You gave me one?"
"Yes! The one with a huge diamond princess cut, and spiraling sapphires surrounding it! The underside of the ring sa-say-says" Shiiro's blushed turned ten shades redder as he quickly mumbled his sentence, "Alwaysandforever. Don't you remember?"
Haruhi scrunched her face for memory. She remembered, albeit a little fuzzy. She was six years old. It was Shiiro's seventh birthday, and the day that they would leave the Main House after a year of training Shiiro by her mom, and at least a year before her mom had died.
Shiiro and her were in their garden swings that were attached to a huge sakura tree. Haruhi couldn't exactly remember it, but a freckled face Shiiro presented her a (velvet) box. But then, it was so sudden that the next thing she knew was that he kissed her cheek, mumbled something about 'being a man,' then he quickly ran away.
It was the typical shy-boy…or more likely, the oldest trick in childhood book confessions: Give the ring and run away, and of course, the 'promise to be a man' theory. It was very cliché, but sweet.
Haruhi's eyes lit in recognition, "Ah, that ring."
Shiiro beamed with pride, "Yeah, so where is it. I was hoping that you were wearing it still—"
"I think my dad had it."
"Huh?" Shiiro was beyond mortified.
"I would never be engage to the likes of you! Nor would I ever let you touch my daughter!"
"I'm not talking about you, senpai."
Kyouya raised an eyebrow, "So, Ranka-san had it then."
The twins began to laugh hysterically, and made a bigger scene by pointing, and 'obscenely' talking about how Shiiro was engaged to a man, to the 'father-in-law' no less
"But-but-but—"
"Well…now that I remember, I thought I saw a ring on my dad's ring finger…" Haruhi contemplated, a finger on her lips as a huge 'imagination bubble' sprouted out in HDTV.
"I think that was when dad bought this new dress for 'tea-drinking' with a free parasol…" Haruhi mumbled to herself. (Imagine Ranka with a frilly Victorian dress and a parasol.)
The members' cringed in memory.
"He said something about 'catching on' with his buddies to watch the newest chick flick…and I saw a flashed of that ring." (Ranka waved to Haruhi a hand over his lips with the usual 'Ohohohoho! My lovely daughter! I shall be gone for the night! Please take care of yourself!')
"Y-yo-you gave him the ring!?" Shiiro was now breaking into a cold sweat.
Haruhi turned eyes on him, "Well after giving me the box, I didn't know what to do. My dad found it and offered it to my mom as a 'late-engagement-ring.'" Haruhi shrugged.
"But you should've kept it! Wear it or something!"
"Um. The size of the ring was too big." Haruhi stated matter-of-factly as Shiiro bowed his head in defeat.
"Well then, so you're not officially engaged to him." Hikaru stated nonchalantly, relieved that this guy was nothing but a sham.
"You're engaged to Haruhi's dad, pathetic." Kaoru barbed.
"Shut up!"
"Don't tell my daughter to shut up, you ingrate!"
Shiiro ignored them and refocused his attention on Haruhi. "But-but, did you- um- at least kept it, or-or—"
"Well…I don't know, as far as I'm concerned, I think dad made a couple of trips in the pawnshop for—"
"Pawnshop!?" Shiiro gaped. That ring was an heirloom. He got spanked as a child for taking that ring from their grandmother's keepsakes! And all that for naught!
Kyouya shook his head. Haruhi made the job easier for them as she kept shutting down the man's claims. At this rate, it seems that she's able to handle herself…in a very honest way at that.
"Ruhi-chan," Shiiro was feeling faint, as he rested his head on her shoulder. It was all so fast. He felt rejected, torn, tired, and absolutely drained of energy. Even his spar with Mori did not compare to his fatigue of talking to Haruhi.
But that was what kept him going, even as a child, Haruhi was honestly blunt (something, she, apparently had not lost in its streak). It gave Shiiro a sort of immunity, not only in physical forte, but insulting barbs as well.
Haruhi's eyes lightly softened. She'd known Shiiro as her very first friend. He had been sweet, eccentric, and yet overly protective. Her mom had gotten the job after the Kizumaru family had offered them roof over their head before her mother was 'officially,' ((meaning that Haruhi's mom was only working for the Kizumaru family, exclusively)) licensed as a lawyer.
She had befriended the gruff Shiiro and had 'tamed' his wild ways. Though in Haruhi's opinion, Shiiro was just trying to reach his father's expectations, thus making him a 'tough-looking' child. And besides, she had no other playmates back there and the girls were all playing dolls. Something she found too exhausting in accessorizing face painted miniature mannequins…ugh, Barbies…what's their point anyways?
Shiiro pulled back and smiled, "I see that Uncle Ranka seemed to be doing well, I just hope that he's not getting grounded by Fujioka-sensei." Shiiro winked teasingly. The members' clenched their fist, as Haruhi's eyes momentarily glazed over in sadness.
The man was so insensitive! (Not that he knew…)
"Apologize to my daughter immediately! I—"
"It's alright senpai." Haruhi shook her head and took Shiiro's hands into her own, as Tamaki's jaw dropped.
She needed a private conversation with Shiiro. Haruhi knew that Shiiro was very attached to her mother, and gave her his utmost respect as his sensei, and had admired her exceptionally.
"But-but-I—"
"Kyouya-senpai, may I be excuse for the day." Haruhi pleaded with her eyes, which made Kyouya's iron will of disapproval dissipate. Kizumaru must've not known about Haruhi's mother's death. (He's not that cold-hearted...after all)
Kyouya gave her a nod, but not before giving her a knowing look that this would add to her debt.
Spoke too soon.
Haruhi bowed, and sincerely apologize to her customers who her still dazed in stupor of their fantasies. Shiiro looked confused, but followed his friend nonetheless. He can tell that something was wrong by the way she was acting, not to mention she seemed saddened by his statement earlier.
"Ne, Haru-onee-chan? Will you be okay?" Hunny trudged slowly towards Haruhi. He did not missed that hurt look in his onee-chan's face, and couldn't help but comfort her.
"Hai, I just need to talk to Shiiro-kun." Haruhi nodded and smiled wryly.
"Okay," Hunny spared her a smile. "Bub-bun here will protect you." Hunny thrust the white, long-eared bunny to Haruhi and gave Shiiro an intimidating glare.
Shiiro gulped.
Mori he could handle, but fighting Haninozuka was…suicidal. He absently wondered how Haruhi had caught the attention of the most powerful and influential men in Japan.
No, it was not a crime.
Kyouya, Tamaki, Kaoru, Hikaru and Mori convinced themselves.
Not at all.
I mean there was completely nothing wrong having access to a high-grade, computer security, video camera in Haruhi's bedroom.
Nothing at all.
Eavesdropping was so not a crime. It was completely observation of their female host in regards to her safety with another male in her room.
Contradicting and hypocritical in all levels? Absolutely.
They have been all at the edge of their seats ever since Haruhi left for her 'best friend' (something they were all still irked about).
Kyouya had even made a 'convincing' excuse for an early leave. (Which goes along the lines of: 'Excuse us ladies, but I have other businesses to attend to.' Insert flash of glasses here. 'It would be a shame for me to missed this appointment, but it is required of my time.' A few drops in temperature chilled the room. 'The Board of Committee ((rich people meetings, includes wealthiest of the families—and the clients' companies)) had a few problems regarding to our company.')
The women clients did not dare question, nor whine, as they swiftly bade goodbye to their host and scuttled out of the ballroom. Antonio and Leonardo, however were a little complicated in 'kicking out' (for lack of accurate words), and settled in issuing threats, which they returned with a 'proposal of truce.' (That including Hunny as a 'post guard')
…Rich people…
Currently we could find a frustrated Kyouya in his own room with his over-the-top technology of cameras from Haruhi's room. He was frustrated, however, since he could not get an audio/sound system on the damn thing. (In his frustration, he fired the security manager and ordered to immediately install audio (and visual, in case they forget) cameras.).
It was completely research. It was necessary to keep the track of the budgets. It was pure curiosity, and something to inspire him in his 'plans.'
Kyouya was not worried. He never worries.
But the calculation really does need to be 'looked over.'
Although, added to his already 'wired' up frustration was the other 'four' hovering over him.
"Mother! What is wrong with this defective contraption? Where is our daughter's voice!?" Tamaki wailed as he fervently clutched the laptop, as if willing it to emit sounds from a certain someone's room.
"Tono! Get off the screen!"
"Your hands are in the way! Damn it!"
"Ah."
"Tamaki."
Kyouya massaged his temples in circular motions. This was not how he want to spend his 'research' in undisturbed peace. And Tamaki was making things a lot worse by 'commenting' about the 'inability' of his staff (albeit indirectly). The twins were bickering back and forth besides him, and Mori stood over behind him stiffly as he would occasionally give his disapproval with a few grunts.
'I should have left by my own volition…'"Contain yourself. If you want this to continue—"
"I do!"
"Then shut up!"
"Hikaru…"
"Ah."
…
"What's happening?"
"If we all can't hear, then certainly, you're the only one blind."
The men—er in these situation, boys; regarded the scene closely with restrained rage. Shiiro was hugging their Haruhi, and she was returning it!
Obviously, Shiiro was caught unexpected by Haruhi's mother's death, and had promptly latched onto Haruhi as if her mom had died just yesterday.
"Ruhi-chan…I'm really sorry about all this. I-I—"
"It's alright. It was a long time age and I had—"
"But I could've been there," Shiiro blushed and slightly pulled back from his hug and leveled her gaze to Haruhi. "For you and Uncle Ranka…you could've lived with us—"
"It's okay, Shiiro." Haruhi shook her head and met Shiiro's gaze equally. "Dad and I made out alright, nothing's changed." She smiled tiredly.
"We could always live on and hope for the best."
Shiiro nodded in understanding. He was shaken by the news, and for him to not know such significant events had made a short of guilt in his heart. Shiiro had known Haruhi as the most sensible person, honest, and independent, but it made him frown in memory that she had been carrying burdens by herself.
"I see that Uncle Senaru had decided you to become his heir." Haruhi commented offhandedly.
"Yeah…It kind of sucks, I don't want to grow like a stiff old man like him." Shiiro chuckled.
"Well you're going in that direction…"
"What's that suppose to mean?" Shiiro frowned and narrowed his eyes. He knew where this conversation was going, and it was something he was dreading to speak about with her.
"I guess it can't be helped," Haruhi turned away with half-amused eyes, "You're probably already disabled before you came out of age."
"Hey! Hey! If you're still against me taking martial arts, you got it all wrong!"
"Tell that to your hipbone scar…"
"Ch—that was an accident! I was six years old!"
"Really? So do you still make the same mistakes a year before that?"
"I was inexperienced! Damn it!"
"Yeah, proof of your slashed arm. I've never heard you scream like a girl as you did back then."
"What the hell?! Of course! You would be if you got slashed by a real sword!" Shiiro was now absolutely livid and beyond embarrassed. To say that his 'ideal' fiancée knew everything of his embarrassing moments was like willingly setting the bait up high over his head.
"Well… Kasumi and I didn't cry when we played in the thorn bush maze and got lost." Haruhi listed, nodding her head in memory.
"That's because both of you left me alone!!"
"Exactly."
Shiiro blushed heatedly. He hated this so much. Why and how did he loved her was beyond his logical reasoning as a child back then, and a man as now. It was frustrating, unreasonable and completely childish for her to 'refresh' him on childhood memories (the ones that are not the most memorable in his book too).
"Ah!" Haruhi clucked her tongue in 'memory-searching-triumph.' "And that one time that Kasumi saw you bathing naked."
"What!?" Shiiro was by now, in this level, had reached his boiling point.
"I think she got a picture of that…"
A dark loom passed over his head, clear murder in his eyes. 'Kasumi…that bitch…the first thing I come home…I'll fire her ass.' "Where did she hid this photo…?"
"Hmmm…" Haruhi scrunched her face for memory, a finger placed over her lips, as Shiiro silently plead for her to remember.
"I forget."
Shiiro fell, face first. 'Why the hell does she remember my embarrassing moments and not the significant ones…'
"Hn, but I see that there's no use." Haruhi shook her head negatively. "You seem to handle your goal very well." Haruhi smiled, "And for that, congratulations."
She had tried very hard, ever since then that she could at least distract her best friend from his 'path of destruction.' He had this ridiculous illusion that he was invincible…a power ranger or something. At that fact, she knew he had to lay off the T.V. shows, and as a best friend, had resigned Shiiro to some—er, many humiliations to deflate his ego (of course with no ill-intentions, nor did Haruhi knew that it would have long lasting effects).
She felt compelled to 'stir' her friend from a bleak future…just look at his father. The man was a total stiff and hell bent on tradition. It made Haruhi sad to think Shiiro, a carefree type of man—would grow up like that, a man who had a redwood tree up his ass.
Though Haruhi knew, as Shiiro took on Mori in flawless sparring movements, that her 'agenda' had failed. Furthermore, it seemed to have strengthened him.
She sighed dejectedly. 'He should've failed…'
"Thanks." Shiiro gave her a grin, as she nodded her head in assent.
With both lost in their thoughts. Shiiro looked over his best friend/supposed fiancée. She had grown quite, well—beautiful. He knew that the members' had feelings for her, hell it was clear as a microscope! But he kind of felt pity for them, that Haruhi was a tougher person to get through, intentionally or not.
Thus, Shiiro knew he was at advantage.
After all, 75 percent of best friends commonly end up as couples. So why should this be any different?
'A revenge and a fiancée…I don't think you're prepared for this Morinozuka.'
He smirked.
"Why the hell is he looking at her like that?" Hikaru narrowed his eyes as he focuses on the two figures on the screen with unveiled jealousy. Kaoru crossed his arms and settled for drilling holes on the bastard that was all over their Haruhi.
"The indecency my daughter had suffered through this man…" Tamaki sniffled as one clenched fist clutched a crumpled up hankie. "It is unbearable!"
"Ah."
"Settle down, Tamaki," Kyouya adjusted his glasses as the screen blared back at him, mockingly portraying (probably) the only man who had ever gotten so close and personal with Haruhi. "You should question your actions before this man."
"Eh?" Tamaki turned eyes on him.
"Tono, with the way you clung to Haruhi all the time…" Kaoru started.
"Is the same thing as this ass is doing." Hikaru spat.
"Excuse me!" Tamaki gasped and pointed a finger at the twins. "But the two of you doppelgangers couldn't keep your hands to yourselves! She is my daughter and by rights I—"
"Hey…where are they going?" Kaoru pointed out, as Haruhi made a bolt out off the bed and in the direction of the bathroom, Shiiro following suit.
The camera followed their move but stopped short at the slamming door of the bathroom. Kyouya clenched his jaw. Of course, as all hotel policy, it is completely illegal to have cameras in the bathrooms. It was the first time he felt 'powerless,' over a bathroom (camera) no less!
"Eyahhh!!" Tamaki scooted away from the screen and pointed at it accusingly. The others watch confounded at the sudden turn of events—er scene. "What does he think he's doing going to the bathroom without Haruhi's consent!?"
Hikaru missed his elbow, Kaoru thudded off the chair, Kyouya sighed heavily as Mori shook his head in a sign of frustration.
"Tono…that's not the point…"
"That idiot is in the bathroom with—"
…
"He's in the bathroom with her!!!"
A thousand scenes and images filtered across their minds, (none not too innocent) vivid flashes of a helpless Haruhi half-conscious, half-naked, flashed through their mind's eye, as her captor held her maniacally.
The three didn't hesitate to bolt out of the door…
Mori and Kyouya stayed, rather miffed and amused at the same time. Miffed being the fact that the Shiiro guy had Haruhi in the bathroom with him, and amused that the other three would be getting to loads of trouble.
Besides, it was a little late to point that out now, ne?
"Hn, interesting."
Kyouya resumed in watching the screen as the three figures made post on her bathroom door, seemingly investigating and hesitating to rescue their poor commoner in the hands of an evil 'stalking-best-friend.' The other three jumping to the universe of conclusions.
"Ah."
Mori faintly smiled as he continued to watch the screen with Kyouya.
Haruhi caught a glimpse of mischief in Shiiro's eyes, as he slowly smiled, she narrowed her own. Shiiro advanced and placed a hand on the bed, and Haruhi quickly leapt up and trailed to the nearest escape possible.
Bathroom.
When they were kids it was always a game. Be it pirate games, ball games, hide-and-seek, sword fights, bug-catching, or just the usual tickling fight, it would always start in the most unexpected times. It had been a very long time since they did this for eighteen years. With this 'opportunity,' both did not hesitate to reminisce about old times.
Besides, old habits die hard. There was always a lingering thread that leads us all to childhood.
Unexpected being at the age of early twenties and having water fights in the bathroom.
And random at this frame of events.
Haruhi currently had the extended showerhead on full blast, while Shiiro was in primitive style of throwing buckets full of water in her direction. Screams, giggles, and shouts of indignation could be heard as the two individuals carried on their water fight.
Haruhi glared at him as he threw a particularly cold bucket of water on her in the shower, as he laughed away to get more water ammo. She quickly changed her tactics and 'flooded' the bathroom floor, while squirting conditioner and shampoo on the floor, sending bubbles on the (large) entire area of the marbled bathroom.
She could be totally evil when provoked…especially in any type of games.
This trait…not many knew.
Shiiro narrowed his eyes as the running water from Haruhi's direction stopped…it was eerily silent.
He set his bucket of water down, and slowly made his way through the shower glass door—
"Banzai!!!"
"Holy shi—!"
"Shiiro!"
THWACK!
Haruhi's eyes widened as she watched in morbid slow motion as her best friend slipped off and (she cringed) narrowly smacked his forehead on the edge of the marble steps leading to the large Jacuzzi in the middle.
'Er…that's not good…'…
"Hey, you okay?"
She quickly kneeled down beside him and inspecting a rather ghastly bleeding wound in the side of his left brow. She frowned worriedly. She must've been really blessed or cursed, because this was the second time she injured someone…that someone being a professional martial artist.
"Unggn…Owww…" Shiiro pop an eye open and quickly closed it back as the muscle in his left eye twitched painfully. 'What the hell happened…?'
"Here," Haruhi quickly attended to him as she assisted him off the ground.
"Sit here." She set him down near the sink and quickly took of her wet Gucci (men's) suit, leaving only a baby blue tank top in place.
"Man…that hurt…"
"I know."
Shiiro glared at her through his good eye, but quickly averted his eyes at her quite ravishing wet form, and blushed further in contact as she tugged on his wet shirt.
"Wh-what are y-you—"
"Get your suit off."
"Why should I—"
Glare.
"Okay, geez no need to get bit—"
Haruhi turned his face closely to hers as she inspected his wounds, unaware that the other blushed harder, and trying to maintain self-control over his eyes to prevent from roaming 'downwards.'
"Chy…"
"Nothing an iodide can fix."
Shiiro pulled back suddenly at the aforementioned 'deadly' medicine. "Hell no!"
Another venomous glare, and Shiiro agreed dejectedly.
"Tono! Sshhh!" both twins synchronically rebuked silently, as three individuals 'conspiratorially' held a makeshift glass 'stethoscope' on the rather thick bathroom door.
"But-but-but—It's my turn!" the blonde whined pitifully as the two doppelgangers hogged the only two glasses in their ears.
"Shhhh! We can't hear!" Hikaru harshly whispered.
"Here, Tono," Kaoru offered a half-pressed ear on the glass, as Tamaki gratefully (and silently) yipped in glee.
Words barely registered and muffled, but the others quickly depicted and distinguished the words and voice as they listened attentively:
"Let me see…""Ow! Ow! Itai!"
"Will you stop flinching?"
"I can't! It hurts, damn it!"
"Here, let's do a different angle…"
"Ahhh…ow…"The trios eyes widened at the sounds emitting from the bathroom and all sorts of scenes (again) filtered (or more likely not filtered 'purely') in their minds.
"Better?" Haruhi's voice floated worriedly.
"I don't know…" her bastard—er best friend replied tiredly.
"Here let me do it again."
"No I'll do it!"
"You can't do it on your own." Haruhi's annoyed tone retorted back.
"Yes I can!"
"This is distracting, take it off."
"Ahhh…watch it!"
"Stop touching it."
"I can't help it I-ahh ahh ah..."
Tamaki and the twins pressed themselves harder on the wood and strained their ears at the rather interesting yet disturbing events caused by the sounds. They were suspicious, but hesitant to enter. They had an 'inkling' to what's going on, but…
"Ahhh! Ow! Stop, stop, stop!""What now?"
"Can you please do it more gently."
"I am."
"You were doing it hard, more like smacking me—"
Okay…the three was by now, very, very suspicious and ready to pounce on the door. Something was happening and it was not just a pleasant 'long-time-no-see' conversation.
"I did not."
…
"Oww! Stop, stop! See you did it again. I said just do this side."
"Why do you have to be so picky? It had to be balance."
"Okay, that's it, get off me, my turn."
"No, it's already swollen. It'll get worse. I'll do it, we're almost finish anyways."
"Well could you at least blow on it from time- to –time, it hurts."
"Fine."
That was the last straw something was happening and it was not just some funny business. The three determinedly stared at each other and came with a conclusion, with a push of the (fortunately unlocked) bathroom door.
"Haruhiiii!!!"
…
Two individuals sitting wet on the sink. Haruhi dabbing a piece of cloth on a no-shirt clad, injured Shiiro with his left eye closed, as the other stared at them in bewilderment.
"Eh?"
"I-I-I, but he was—"
"He, y-you—"
"What are you two doing!?"
Shiiro raised a brow and smirked mischievously. They were very predictable, and the next would probably stun them. He knew, as a martial artist that someone was right behind the door. It was not hard when he heard a few thumps on the other side, it was very amusing to his opinion, and what more to rile them up in such situations.
Shiiro turned a smile on the still confused Haruhi staring at the 'three disturbance,' and closed the distance between them:
Boldly kissing Haruhi on the edge of her lips.
Ahahahahahha well, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter I actually did. (Another evil cliffie heheh) This is something to say not to belittle my little OC's…Shiiro as proof, but no worries my beloved Shiiro is mine, not Haruhi's ehehe -.- too hot… BTW I would like to apologize, they seem ooc, but i'm trying on their new 'frame of mind'...-.- it's hard.
Okay thanks again, because you guys' reviews kept me going! Wooohoo yay! Now to plot my evil chapter 14 muwahahahahaha!! And no worries fluffs for our beloved male heroines will be put up soon, this is just something for the people who'd like to see the other side of the OC's to gain ground in competition. Hoped you enjoyed it:3
I have nothing against barbies...seriously! i was a barbie fan once (sadly, and pathetically -.- lol), anyways...carry on...
…I love reviews…-.-