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...ONWARD!

Chapter 13: Jealousy

(Miu's P.O.V)

September 1, 2015

II walked into class with a large smile today. With the events from yesterday still fresh in my mind, I held myself up a bit higher, I walked in with a confidence I never knew I had; heck, I waved and said hello to AIKO.

The things that emotions can do to you.

"Hey, good morning, Miu." Haruhi said as I sat down.

I smiled, "Ohayoo Haruhi-san."

Haruhi tilted her head to the side, before laughing, "That's right, you're taking Japanese!"

I laughed with her, the two of us talking story, when Haruhi brought up a touchy subject.

"So...How are you and Kyoya?"

Just like that, all the happiness was sucked out of me. I looked down, "I-It's complicated." I whispered, drawing my shoulders in, as I once again become my shy self, "Y-y-you m-make i-it s-sound l-like w-w-we were to-t-together." I said with a weak smile.

Haruhi tilted her head to the side, "Hey, Miu, you okay?"

I was read to respond, yell that I wasn't okay, when a familiar warm hand brushed up against my shoulder, before resting on my shoulder.

I looked up to see Yamaha, who was giving Haruhi a sort of stern smile, "I'm sure that Miu will be fine, Fujioka." He said. Yet, something seemed wrong. He seemed to be speaking through grit teeth, as if Haruhi annoyed him in a way, "I'm sure that she'd be better, if you'd stop questioning her."

Haruhi put both hands up, "Hey, Yamaha, I didn't mean any harm here; you gotta understand that, at the very least."

Yamaha continued to give her a fake smile, before pulling me up, "If you don't mind." He muttered, mainly to himself more then Haruhi, before pulling me over to this desk, sitting me down before pulling me onto his lap, "What was Haruhi talking to you about?" He asked in a sort of possessive way.

"Me and him are just friends, talking about stuff like anime." I said, almost calling Haruhi a girl.

Yamaha's expression almost made me jump up, the end of his mouth tilted down in a frown, "I won't lie," He muttered, "I...I really don't like it when you hang out with the host club."

I tilted my head to the side, "What is wrong with me hanging out with them?"

Yamaha shook his head, "I just...I know what they do, and I don't like the idea of them using you." He seemed to noticed my slightly scared and unamused expression, before he nuzzled my neck lightly, "I'm just worried about you; that's all."

I was about to fight back, when I thought it over. In a way, Yamaha was right. I mean, the host club pretends to enjoy having girls around. And, after everything that had happened with Kyoya, I now know how good they are at acting.

"Well," I muttered, "I'll talk to Tamaki about it; 'kay?"

Yamaha smiled, "I'd like that a lot." He murmured, before the bell rang. He let go of my waist, "I know, if you can after school, could we maybe go to the mall, or something?"

I gave him a small shy smile, "Like...Like a d-d-date?"

Yamaha smiled, "Yeah, like a date."

I nodded, before going back to my desk, Haruhi giving me a look, "So, what was that all about?"

I shrugged, trying to restrain my blush and shy smile, by burying my face into my Japanese book, "Oh, nothing...He was just asking if I could hang out with him after school today."

Haruhi nodded, a small smile on her face, "Well, he asked on the right day, there is no host club today."

I nodded, feeling better. Maybe today was the right day? Maybe I'd get lucky, and have a bit of fun?

Right after school, I found myself studying my text books. My world history book was on the right, my math on the left, my Japanese on the bottom left and my science book on my bottom right, my note books all sprayed out whenever there was any space on the desk.

"This will be a bit much..." I muttered, reading up about the chemical compound of algebra, before sighing, holding my nose, "It's only now I'm mixing up all my work."

Just then, a pair of hands covered my eyes, "Guess who?" The person said in a singy-song voice.

"Is it Yamaha Masamune?" I asked shyly, hearing said person laugh, before pulling me into a hug.

"So, you ready to go?" He asked.

I nodded, getting everything packed, before following him out. I paid no attention to all the glares I got, as I walked down the hallway with Yamaha, who seemed very lively today.

But, right before we could get out of the building, a certain someone with glasses leaned on the door way, his cool yet icy stare burning holes into our souls.

Yamaha threw on a smile, "Kyoya! How have you been-."

"May I speak with Miu?" He cut in, his clipboard held under his arm, before standing back up, "alone?"

Yamaha gripped my hand, before letting go, smiling at me, "I'll meet you in the car; alright?" He asked. I gulped, my fear quickly taking over, before I nodded. I knew better then to keep an Ootori waiting. Once Yamaha left, Kyoya walked over, leaning over me in a way, cold eyes seeming very calculated.

"I really don't like it when he's around you."

I was tempted to shout, yell or scream; whatever came first. I could have said the same about him, I could have asked why he'd care; heck, I could have kicked him in the nuts and ran, but my respect kept me back, as I cleared my throat, "There really is no reason to freak out about this matter."

Kyoya sighed, before pinching the bridge of his nose, "Welll...I'll have you know now, Haruhi told Tamaki, and now, he will be taking...No, dragging the host club with him to watch you." He then turned around, "Just to let you know." He said, shoving one hand into his pocket, before walking out.

I felt my breathing hitch, silent cursing my cousin, before looking outside. Sure enough, right behind Yamaha's limo, another one was parked, with a certain cool host member leaning on the door.

I quickly walked over to Yamaha's car, opening it up, to see Yamaha smile, "So, what did Ootori want?" He asked, after I got in and closed the door.

"Nothing," I shook my head, "Just hosting matters." I said, not really sure if it was wise to inform him about what the host club would be doing, before leaning back, "Don't worry about it."

Just as the car started, moving out of the parking lot, I noticed that the host club limo was right behind us. Yamaha took notice, catching on to my slight anxiety, "Maybe they just have business at the mall." He muttered, "It could be anyone in there."

I sighed, happy that he didn't know who was in the limo behind us, before looking out the window, "So, if you don't mind, I'd like to know a bit more about you family, the Masamune's."

Yamaha nodded, "Well, where do I begin? Basically, in a nut shell, we own about a thousand acres of land, all dedicated to our family business, selling top of the line apples."

I nodded, "Is that why you almost always smell like apples?" I asked, before my eyes widened, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend-."

"No no no, it's okay." He said, before pulling me close to him, "You know, no one has ever pointed out that I smelled like that." He muttered, more to himself then me, before going back to smiling, "But yes, I smell like apples because I've been down in the orchards before. But, we don't only sell apples, we also sell apple products, like soap, perfume, scented candles, all that stuff."

I nodded, "Sounds fun."

Yamaha nodded, before looking at me, "Well, what does your family do?"

"Well, since I won't be the head of the family business, I don't know much." I said, a bit embarrassed that I didn't know much, "But, what I do know is that we have very close ties with the Ootori family, and that is where we get a lot of our wealth."

Yamaha nodded, "So, you don't know much about your family business?" He asked, while I looked down, nodding. He ruffled my hair, "Don't worry about it, I didn't know much about my family until my eldest sister moved out."

I tilted my head to the side, "I didn't know you had an older sister."

Yamaha sighed, "Yeah, Izumi Masamune..." I said, trailing off a bit, before coming back, "She was amazing. I loved her, but, she ended up moving away."

"Oh," I said, looking down, "Do you know when she'll be back? Maybe you will be able to see her again."

Yamaha shrugged, "I really don't know when she'll be back, but, since she isn't to far, I try to visit her with my twin every now and then."

I nodded, "Must be nice, to have such a small family."

Yamaha shook his head, "Not really. In a way, our huge house always seems to empty. I really wish we had more relatives."

I shook my head, "The more relatives, the more issues." I muttered, a quick flash back of watching aunty Mesmerelda and my father making out turned on in my head, before I shook it off, "Trust me on that."

He nodded, about to say more, possibly ask a question, before the car stopped, "Young master, we have arrived."

Yamaha nodded, climbing out, right as the driver opened the door, "I'll call for you when we're done." Yamaha said, helping me out, before he closed the door.

"So, what would you like to do?" Yamaha asked, holding out his arm.

"I don't really know." I said, looping my arm around his, "Anything, I guess."

He nodded, before leading me into the mall. I tried to ignore the rather loud party of people behind us, with a rather angry grey-eyed Ouran student with them.

Me and Yamaha sat on a bench, both of us eating ice cream, while Yamaha told his stories.

"I'm telling you, the snake was, like, that big." Yamaha said, holding his hands to show how big it was.

"I don't think that rattle snakes can be that big," I said, licking my mint chocolate chip ice cream, "Heck, I don't think that rattle snakes like that live in Japan."

Yamaha shrugged, "Well, be happy that you weren't there to see it, heck, even I screamed like a baby girl."

I laughed, the image making me laugh, when Yamaha's phone went off. He pulled it out of his pocket, before paling a bit, "Sorry, it's my sister; I really need to take this. Do you mind?"

I shook my head, "Go ahead." I said. He smiled, before walking off the speak with his sister is privacy.

I leaned back, closing my eyes, as I enjoyed the serenity of the place. I felt someone sit back down next to me, "Wow, that was fast, Yamaha-."

"Sorry, my dear. Wrong person."

My eyes flew open, as I watched with horror and fear.

Kyoya was sitting a bit to close next to me.

"K-K-Kyoya." I stuttered out, trying to get away. But, know it or not, the bench didn't have much room.

Kyoya sighed, looking over to a stand. I followed his glance and, surprise suprise, the host club was watching. I could feel a bit of anger boiling slowly, was he putting on a show for them.

"Miu," Kyoya said sternly, catching my attention, "We need to talk."

I tried to play at the emotionless card, but found it had as my knees began to shake, 'A-a-and w-what w-would t-t-t-that be?"

"I need to apologize for how I acted." Kyoya muttered, "It was entirely wrong of me to inflict pain on any lady, and for that, I'm sorry."

I nodded, trying not to snap right then and there, hiding it all with a smile, "D-D-D-Don't worry, it's f-fine."

Kyoya raised an eye brow, "Oh really?"

I could feel my heart rate increasing, as he leaned in closer, "K-K-Kyoya, t-to...t-too c-c-c-close."

He seemed to ignore me, before taking a small lick of my ice cream, "Mmmm, isn't to bad." He muttered, before leaning close, "Miu, please tell me, is something wrong?"

"I...ummm, I-I-I...Ah..." I stuttered, my face flushing red with embarrassment. I wasn't sure what to do. With the knowledge that Kyoya was simply using me for something more, I wasn't sure if he was someone to trust. But, at one point, I did consider him as a friend, heck, he was still my crush...

Wait, no, Yamaha's my crush...

But, then, why was I still feeling like this?

Right before I could say anything, someone behind him cleared his throat. Grey battled pale blue, Yamaha glaring down at him, "Ootori," he said, sounding a bit irritated, "If I may ask, what are you doing here?"

"I have business." Kyoya stated.

Yamaha nodded, "And, if you don't mind, could you go back to your business?" Yamaha asked, trying to hide his venomous voice with a small smile, "I'm having some personal time with Miu here."

"Well, with you on your phone, I didn't think that you'd be spending time with her." Kyoya shot back. I stood up, backing away slowly from the two boys. I've been in fights before, I know when one was about to start.

"Well, Ootori, you really should respect other people, and bug out." Yamaha stated, pushing Kyoya back a bit.

"Well, I'm sorry that you decided to take someone like Miu to such a commoner's place," Kyoya said back, sounding as calm as ever, before pushing his glasses up, "Besides, how on earth do you expect to have some personal time with Miu at a mall?"

"I really wish that you wouldn't get into other people's business, Ootori," Yamaha hissed back, "I mean, what we have has nothing to do with you."

Kyoya smirked, "If I may ask, are you two dating?"

I could feel my face go red at the very thought, while Yamaha walked over to me, quickly holding me around my waist, before pressing his lips against mine.

I could feel my face going brighter, as Yamaha molded his lips against mine, pulling me as close as possible. I looked over to Kyoya, who looked like he would start fuming at any second. When Yamaha finally ended the short yet passionate kiss, he gave Kyoya a look, "What does it look like, Ootori?"

Kyoya looked down, his eyes hidden by the glare of the glasses, before sighing. He said something under his breath, possibly an apology, before pushing his glasses up, walking away.

Yamaha sighed, before looking over to me, "I'm sorry about that," He said, looking really embarrassed, "I wasn't thinking."

I shook my head, trying to hold in my inner fangirl, "I-I-It's f-fine." I stuttered out, before noticing the time, my eyes widening, "I'm sorry, but I really need to get home now."

Yamaha looked at the clock, before nodding, "Of course, I've had enough of your time." He then cleared his throat, once again holding out his arm, "If I may escort you?"

"You didn't need to ask." I said, before taking his arm.

On the ride back home, I couldn't help but think about what had happened.

What was the real reason he kissed me? Part of me was a bit cautious about this, I mean, when my other crush is Kyoya, I can't help but compare the two. But, I quickly dismissed that; what did Yamaha gain by using me? I mean,I'm not popular, not the head of my class, nor strong, and far from important in school. No, i felt like what we had, was real.

But, if that was true, why did I still have feelings for Kyoya?

Or, a more pressing question, why did everything feel fake?

I shook my had, leaning on Yamaha's shoulder, as I began to fall asleep. Everything could be feeling fake right now because of what Kyoya did, and I was sure of that.

...Or, was I?

Oh my god, I'm not use to writing all this lovey-dovey shit.

I mean, if anyone's has read "Super smash bros unlimited", you'll know that I do action, not roses and love. But, this is fun, I guess; very new, but fun.

Chapter question, who do you guys ship? I'd like to know what is more popular, KyoyaXMiu, (Insert your own ship name for them), or, YamahaXMiu, (Again, insert ship name). That way, because i have everything planned out, I'll know who's hearts willbe torn out, who will hate either boy character more, and because of my twists that am known as (Possibly) loved for; who will end up mind-fucked.

Kyoya: Wat do you have planned?

Me: I can't tell, but, I know that SOMEONE better make it up to Miu!

Miu: *Crying in a corner*

Amy: Kyoya, you're an ass; and I sohlud know, I'm the queen of being an ass.

Megan:...But your flat-

Amy: shhhhhhhhh

Me: Wait, how the hell did you guys get here?

Violet: Asked Mewtwo to rip through the walls.

Me: Oh...Figures.

Amy:*looks over to Miu* I can't believe that she's based on you as well.

Me: Miu is based off of one of my many different personalties. Miu is, obviously, my shy and quiet side.

Violet: You know, after being stuck with Amy, I didn't think that you'd have a polite side, much less a shy side.

Me: Yeh, but ,believe me, tha shy side comes with a price...

That you guys might see some other time!

Agauin, thank you guys for reading! Heck, you guys are the reason I write! Next chapter I'll be working on asap, so, hopefully, you guys won't have to wait for to long!

Okay, done here, so

Amy: LATER PEEPS!

Me: Fuckin' shit...AMY!