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Chapter 14 Resolve

I could here the boys calling me back from outside my room, I could feel their anxiety clouding the hallway. I felt guilty for not turning back but I had to face him, finally confront him and sort this out. Maybe it was purely a misunderstanding, but regardless I was so angry with him that I felt like wishing to never see him ever again. I arrived in front of his door, it was shut and I took a deep breath preparing myself for the fight about to happen. I knocked hard against his door before calling out, "Kyoya!"

There was no sound to be heard from inside the room and I knocked again even more fiercely this time. Still there was no response, I looked back to the crowd back at my room, a few of the boys shrugged but suggested that they definitely saw him go in there. I knocked again and again, shouting out to him calling him a coward and threatening that if he ever wanted to talk to me again he'd better do it now or he'd never get the chance to explain himself.

Finally after about ten minutes of beating down his door I sighed and began to turn to leave when the door creaked open slightly. I looked back surprised and though my fists hurt and a lot of the rage had left me from waiting outside this room I took a deep breath and tried to rekindle my hatred. When I took a step inside I was surprised, it was pitch black initially. My eyes slowly adjusted and I closed the door behind me. Squinting in the dark I could make out the shape of the unmade bed, the side tables and the dresser. I could see his bathroom door and a mound of clothes on the floor.

"Kyoya? Are you in here?" I called out, the room echoed with my voice and I felt cold. I sighed and pulled gently on my hair, this was incredibly frustrating and draining. I turned around and reached for the door when I heard something move. I spun back around and listened intently. My hand hovered at the light switch but something deep down told me not to turn it on. As I listened I heard someone whimper in the corner.

"Please…don't," a small voice whispered, choked with tears. I bent down and saw sitting between the wall and the dresser in the corner of the room was a bent over figure. A boy perhaps, except his frame seemed too tall to be that of a boy. I walked over and sat a meter away from him. As my eyes adjusted I made out black pants, a grey t-shirt and dark hair falling over a desperate looking face. He was crying and his glasses were in his hand resting by his head. A part of me broke, it was Kyoya in such a state as I had never seen him. My heart pulled and it was with great effort that I remembered the betrayal and more than that the effort to be bought.

"Why did you think I could be bought?" I asked, my voice bitter but quiet, "after everything, after being framed, why did you think that I would care even the slightest about your fancy gifts?"

He looked up and smiled a weak smile, "I knew you couldn't be bought Haruhi, I knew you would hate me after seeing your room like that." I gasped and sat in silence a little confused.

"Then why-" I started before he broke me off.

"Then why do it? Because contrary to recent events I still feel that I know you, I knew the only way I would have a chance to talk to you would be to enrage you so you would be forced to come find me. I couldn't bare another day of you ignoring me and running out even though that is what I deserve" he said, his voice was no longer caught in tears, it was smooth and collected but still pained. It would take a lot more for him to regain his usual composure.

"So you manipulated me as well?" I muttered.

"Yeah, I suppose I did" he replied. We sat there silently for a moment while I thought it through. I wasn't exactly mad that he'd manipulated me into talking to him, I knew I had to do it at some point and he was right, without intervention I probably would have never brought myself to speak to him again.

"I was wrong, I was so wrong" he finally said and looked up at me. There were tears in his eyes again and his voice was small and weak, "I could blame it on my father but that would be a lie. If a small part of me hadn't of doubted you I would have slammed the door in his face and crawled back up to you. But I didn't and I doubted you. I don't know why I did Haruhi, you've never given me reason to before. Nobody else doubts you, and most of me wanted to ignore the words but I couldn't help but be driven by something else. I thought you had stole from my family, I thought after all this time you had played me. It would make sense, you are definitely smart enough to be able to do it. You're so kind…you're so, so kind. I don't think I've had anyone break me like you did. It didn't seem real, there must have been a clause somewhere that I had missed. Nothing could be this good without a catch or a test, so when my father came…I gave in. It seemed logical. Everyone has ulterior motives when it comes to me, so why not you?" at this he started to sob a little. I sat where I was and watched.

"But I made the decision to hurt you, to pursue you and to condemn you. And I won't ever forgive myself for that. I honestly don't know why I doubted you Haruhi, I'm so, so sorry for the pain I have caused."

I thought for a minute and stared into his dark brown eyes, they were sincere. My rage dissipated and I sighed, "I know why you did it Sempai," he looked up astonished. "You're like Hikaru and Karou, you've never let anyone in. You've never allowed anyone to see your hand, and yet you slipped up with me from the beginning and even more when you announced your feelings for me. I could always see that you struggled with them, me being who I am and you being who you are. Everything is business to you and everything needs to be under your control in order to be safe, it just happened to be easier for you to control your feelings for me if I was a thief that was trying to steal from you through seduction. If I was genuine and sincere, well your feelings were out of control and something that was neither my or your fault. I understand you sempai, but you hurt me. You hurt me very badly and I don't think I can ever forgive you fully for what you have done even though I want to say that I do with my whole heart," I said quietly and civilly. It was true, after listening to him it all made sense and all I wanted to do was console him and make it better. He was still my friend on some level and on another I was still deeply attracted to him but my mind couldn't erase the terrible things that he had said.

He stared at me and sat up straight putting his glasses back on, "that is an interesting notion, in it's own way" he smiled gently. He reached forward but hesitated and looked at me anxiously but I smiled gently as well and he rested his hand on mine.

"I think that I've never seen or known love until you, and I've never understood why people detail it as being so confusing, so aggravating and so blinding. But now I do, it makes strong men weak and it forces you to make mistakes and become vulnerable. Believe me, right now I am completely and totally at your mercy, I would tell you anything, do anything for you Haruhi" he said and I looked at him puzzled. What exactly was he saying here, he couldn't be implying what I thought he was…

"Anything?" I asked raising an eyebrow and he chuckled and looked back into my eyes as if seeing my soul. And in classic Kyoya fashion he read my mind.

"I love you Haruhi Fujioka," he smiled and I felt my eyes well up. A tear emerged and he raised his hand to brush it away, I brought up my hand to hold it there and for a second his smile met his eyes and my body flooded with love. I leaned in while his body remained frozen. I first kissed his chin and let my eyelashes flutter on his cheek. I then kissed his eyebrow and brushed my nose against his. Finally I held myself just by his lips, barely touching. I could feel the tears from our eyes roll together and fall onto our laps. And with that I broke the gap and kissed him properly for what felt like the first time in my life.