True Manipulation Chapter 20: A bit of Drama

During the night between Thursday and Friday

Perhaps 2 a.m.

Kyouya stared at the ceiling, just like he had hours since she had come home. There was no way he would be able to sleep. Danger was stalking Haruhi and she didn't seem to understand those implications. Her being in danger was enough to make him not sleep for at least the next two weeks.

He knew his interference would not be appreciated. "Zin, I have something I need you to do." He spoke into the phone as his supervising guard answered.

"Anything Ootori-sama."

"I need you to find the five best and have them trail my wife, every hour of every day."

"Of course."

"I am making this your responsibility, do you understand what that means?"

"Should I fail in my duty there will be dire consequences."

"Yes, my wife's safety is being compromised, and I need to know she's safe. Assure me Zin."

"I will pick the best Sir, she will not come to harm."

"Good, get on with it." He clicked off his phone. He sighed and lay back again when he heard a strange whimpering noise come from her room. He jolted upright, and before he had time to process what he was doing, he was standing in her doorway.

As he watched her he realized his sister had been right; she was not sleeping well either. He would like to pin his hopes on their crumbling relationship being the cause, but wishful thinking never worked out in anyone's favor. She muttered and turned a lot in the sheets. He hesitated there in the doorway watching her, it would only be too easy to join her, but he understood how that would be a very bad assumption to make. He knew he should go back to his own guest room, but he could not move himself. She suddenly flipped over again and started to whimper. Despite his better judgment he found himself walking towards the bed. He could hear her mumbling something into the pillows as he drew closer.

As he crossed the room he noticed the Hitachiin dress hung up with care awaiting its return. The jewelry had been laid almost delicately along her vanity table. He was almost to the bed when he heard his name anxiously falling from her lips.

No! Kyouya! Stop no! Don't hurt him!" She was worried about him, He froze beside the bed a moment before peeling back the covers, to slide in and hold her. He immediately stopped when he saw she wore nothing but her wedding ring set and a diamond tennis bracelet he gave her for high school graduation. He was overcome but her appealing nudity and by the jewelry he had custom made for her. He remembered tricking the host club into not giving Haruhi any gifts for graduation.

"Kyouya, you told us not to get Haruhi anything!"

He looked pensively at Tamaki before saying, "As you recall I only said Haruhi would not appreciate gifts that were spent with a careless amount of money. I did not say anything about spending time carefully picking out an appropriate gift." His glasses glinted evilly at being the one looked fondly upon today. He felt guilty at his ruse but she was not claimed yet, and he would be damned to miss his chance. He had loved her since her heated defense of him to his father.

Both Hitachiin twins said, "The Shadow King" He glanced at Kaoru, who was angry as well but had enough perception to understand why he had done it. Kaoru was about as perceptive as Mori was. He must have realized this was a bold step to winning her hand…

Kyouya was effectively pulled from his thoughts as his wife began to stir awake. He got beneath the covers swiftly so as not to truly awaken her from the cool air on her skin. He pulled her body snugly into his, and she seemed to calm when she felt his body's presence, "Kyouya," she mumbled quietly in her sleep.

He brushed a lock of her hair aside, "You are safe Haruhi, and no one will hurt you." He whispered softly so as to speak to her unconscious state. She sighed his name and he said, "Yes, I am safe too, everything is ok. Sleep now."

Moments like this felt stolen as if he had taken someone else's life. He had always had what he wanted in life, except her. He remembered many times in college that he would do everything possible to steal her away from Tamaki without tarnishing his honor. The day they broke their friendship in the hallway outside her room, Kyouya knew he had stepped over the line; had Tamaki not come when he did he wondered what might have happened that day. He had only been seconds away from pressing her into the floor and ravishing her. It still felt undeserving that here she was in his arms. She snuggled deeper into him and he ignored his own physical ache. As he stroked her hair, he felt himself nodding off; loving the feel of her sleeping in his arms, knowing at any moment she could vanish.

He awoke to Haruhi placing small kisses on his shoulder. Normally, any kind of wake up would be considered signing your own death certificate, but he enjoyed this one. Her hand stroked his bare stomach and every part of him was instantly alert. Her arm was wrapped his shoulders, as the other rested on his abdomen. He managed to hook an arm around her back and rolled her on top of him, so he could kiss her.

Haruhi was having the best dream. It did not even come close to the other times she had dreamed about Kyouya making love to her. She could feel everything and he seemed to be everywhere. She could even feel the metal of his wedding band slide over her skin. She pleased herself just thinking about since he had not once taken the band off. She was proud of herself; she was able to copy his exact smell of his custom made cologne as he kissed her neck. She moaned his name as he cupped her butt. He pushed her hips against his own sex. The reason she undoubtedly knew this was a dream was that he never let her be on top. Kyouya glided his hand down her back to come around and touch her intimately. The movement of his hand cupping her sex instantly jerked her awake. She blinked as Kyouya had become very still, and she gazed down into his passion glazed eyes. She gasped when she realized this was no dream and she froze in place. Kyouya had already frozen but was letting her make the next move. He watched her shocked face and had no idea she hadn't been a fully conscious party. He had enough of his brain left to know that they were not in the best spot in their relationship, and something like this could throw the whole thing.

Kyouya dropped his hands from her body. He wanted her to know it was her time to make the decision. Haruhi was too much of a coward to tell him how much she wanted to continue, instead she decided to honor the Spanish inquisition.

"Why are you here Kyouya?"

The obvious rejection from his wife stung and he said, "I heard you having a bad dream and decided I would comfort you." He had not had time to think of a good lie and he knew she would appreciate the truth much more.

"I don't remember inviting you for a sleepover," she said carelessly.

"You didn't seem to mind since you started molesting me first."

"Ehh?" She was shocked at herself, she had never reached out to someone in her sleep in her entire life, although before marrying Kyouya she never allowed anyone to sleep in her bed.

Kyouya had not taken her confusion well, he assumed since his wife looked so stricken by the thought of initiating marital relations, she most likely didn't want him making things awkward and sorting things out. He be damned if she toss him aside so carelessly after revving him up again. He rolled her off him and got out of bed. He was too angry to say anything to her and just slammed the door shut between the suites.

Haruhi was puzzled by his behavior, she was still in inner mind theatre and was trying to get a grasp on what had happened, but she had the strangest feeling like she should apologize to him.

She shrugged got up as well, trying to ignore her physical aches of unsatisfied pleasure. She dressed and went into work after thanking Fuyumi for her hospitality. She may have lied a little bit to the sweet woman by telling her she was going home, but this was the last of her worries. Fuyumi got a knowing gleam in her eye and said she would arrange for all of Haruhi's clothes to be transferred back to her house. Haruhi reasoned that as long as Fuyumi was safe she didn't mind any hassles in getting clothing. The office now being equipped with any and all her needs would suit perfectly for a temporary home again.

She sat at her desk and thought of her old friend, she dialed him quickly.

"Ah?"

"Mori-Sempai?"

"Haru."

"Err, I need some help"

"…"

"I can't really tell you the specifics but I wondered if you wanted to spend some extensive tiem with me?"

"Hai." He sounded as excited as Mori could be.

"You would have to be my constant companion." She was warning him about the nature of their time together.

He paused for a second and said, "Is someone hurting you?" she caught the hint of steel beneath the reply.

"Not yet," she said bluntly.

He ssemed to catch on quickly, "Meet me and Mitskuni for lunch."

"Where?"

"Same place, about 1."

"Ok." He told her he was busy and would see her later in half the words. She could hear a phone ringing in the background as he hung up with her.

She met them for lunch 5 minutes early. Strangely they sat in seats this time rather than their regular booth. Huni immediately distracted her as soon as she sat down, telling about his gym and bakery. Apparently from his mile-a-minute chatter she had deduced that there had been incease in gym memberships after word had got out that his bakery was the best in town. Most people were gluttons and needed to attend the gym complex next door to work off the sweets.

She was so wrapped up in the story that she almost hadn't noticed the chair move beside her. Kyouya sat down and apologized for being late. She tensed instantly waiting for Kyouya and Mori to spring at each other like wild dogs. Her gaze flicked between the two and they showed no signs of tension whatsoever. She started sneaking covert glances at them suspiciously. Huni kept trying to pull her back into his stories but she was caught in between. Her attention refocused when the waiter arrived to take their orders. She got sucked back in to Huni's chatter and a few photos were taken as per usual when Tokyo's elite came out to dine. Kyouya's hand found hers under the table and he entwined her fingers with his. She was never jolted at this action. Was Kyouya PMS-ing? In the last couple of weeks he has been sniping at her at every chance possible and now he acts adoringly and has a strange glow in his eyes when he looks at her. Was a public scene he was trying to avoid after the bad press he had receive over losing the "fight" at the mall. The media had loved that, Toyko richest tycoon falls on his ass and tries to pick a fight with the nation's kendo champion. She couldn't quite put the feeling out of her mind that something was not right here. She didn't have time to voice any questions, when an unexpected visitor arrived at their table.

Cameras went wild when a noted figure stepped up into her view, "I'm a little hurt no one invited me."

Kyouya appeared casual but she could feel his grip tighten on her hand as she stared up at Naoko Yamalina. He spoke candidly, "I can't imagine what you are thinking? Perhaps, we should discuss this where we have no witnesses." He smiled cordially but Naoko seemed to shiver in terror. He smiled cordially as he rose to his feet, anyone who couldn't hear the conversation would think this was a friendly chat.

Naoko seemed to steel herself, "I'm not going anywhere with you, I came to speak with your glorious wife."

Kyouya's mouth thinned in anger, her grasped her tightly by the arm and marched her outside, not caring a damn anymore what the scene looked like. Haruhi non-chalently stood as well and said she needed to use the bathroom. Any idiot would have known what she was up to but they both nodded and went back to discussing sweets as if nothing special had occurred.

Haruhi slipped out a back door of the dining area and saw Kyouya take her into a deserted alley. Haruhi followed quickly behind but stopped so she was able to peer around the corner to observe what was happening. She couldn't very well have her key witness suddenly 'disappear'.

They stopped a good distance downed when he wheeled around on her, "What the HELL are you doing here?" Haruhi in all her time of dealing with Kyouya had never seen him quite this angry, or take that tone with anyone. The only time that came close was when he had seen her wedding set drop on the floor out of her purse with Tamaki's invitation. She shivered in horror at the memory.

Naoko seemed composed, "Like I said before you gorilla-ed me out here. I have a message for your wife."

"That's just too bad; you won't see her anytime soon."

"So protective over your precious wife Kyouya, how strange. Are you really afraid of what I have to tell her?"

He smiled and shrugged in a casual manner, "Haruhi understands better than anyone, the type of man I am." It was a very telling statement. Haruhi knew him better than any person on earth, he was not afraid of who he was or had been.

"Ah well perhaps she won't mind sharing, she does seem to do that so well in your relationship." Before Kyouya could be clued in on the switch in topic she kissed him. He shoved her away hard.

"You were never that much of a distraction, and believe me after all this time you are the last person on earth I could ever want. Do not try to compare anything, you will find yourself lacking. So don't pull any bullshit what are you here to tell her?"

Haruhi heart was in her throat as she watched the exchange. She smiled happily at Kyouya's pushing the beautiful woman away. She had never doubted his loyalty, as he had doubted her own. Naoko seemed to be talking lower and before she could get closer to find out what was going on her phone rang. She snapped back around the corner out of sight. She looked at the borrowed phone's caller idea and picked it up quickly, "This had better be important."

She listened a few seconds, "YOU want me to jury pick NOW?"

"Ok, Ok, think affluence. Doctors, lawyers; people who are very rational based and can't be swayed by emotion. Please try for all men if possible, they are going to try to play on any woman's emotions."

"Yes, Yes one week I know. I'll be ready bye!" she quickly peered back around the corner, they were still arguing heatedly.

"You better stay the hell away from us, or I will have you taken care of." Haruhi's eyes bugged, thiose were promising words, not threats. Naoko looked unfazed and was about to say seomthing when Haruhi walked out into sight. She knew that she needed to intervene before this go tany worse.

"Just give the message and go."

Naoko faced her looking somewhat relieved, "I quote, 'whatever you are looking for will lead you into a devil's den, watch your step or you will fall." Naoko hurried away out into the light. Haruhi stopped Kyouya from going after her with a hand on his arm.

Haruhi understood the message to be a threat; Kyouya slowly got that feeling and seemed to want to go after her. He got in Haruhi's face, "I want to know what the fuck is going on!"

Haruhi tried not to be scared at his tone, "I'm not sure I know what you mean?"

Playing dumb was much safer for both of them, but he seemed to know more than she wanted him to, "Damn it Haruhi! I have ears, I know Kasanoda-san is hanging some kind of debt over your head, and now Naoko Yamalina has something to do with it..." She cringed as she hoped he didn't catch on to that particular element. "Is this something to do with the mob, is someone threatening your father? Why didn't you come to me?" She almost sighed in relief at this conclusion.

"This isn't your problem, I need to do this myself."

You're not doing anything by yourself. I take my vows pretty damn seriously and when you're in trouble, its my job to make it better."

She seemed puzzled by his response, "I'm pretty sure there wasn't anything said like, "I Ootori Kyouya have soul responsibility of fixing Haruhi's problems!"

His face seemed to be covered in a hard mask, "How would you know you shook through the entire ceremony and I'm pretty sure you didn't even listen to anything that was said."

"I was nervous!"

"Sure you were, I was nervous you were going to bolt out of there at any moment, I'm actually surprised you didn't run back to tamaki before it was too late."

That was a low blow if she had ever heard one, she didn't think about the careless words she threw out, "According to him it's not too late."

Kyouya smirked, unangered by her taunt. He weeved himself closer so he was only inches from her face, "Ah but you see it is too late, I don't intend to share my wife with anyone."

"You don't own me!"

He put his hands on her waist, "Oh but you are wrong, I own you like you own every part of me." He kissed her smoothly, leaving no room for protest. Her body had no fighting mechanism for this. She weaved her hands through his hair and pulled him closer to her. He backed her up against the brick wall and his hands feverishly moved everywhere memorizing her shape. He tried to pull his mouth away, but she ensnared him by sucking his tongue onto her mouth. She was more passionate than he had ever seen her before. He wasn't sure if it was the adrenaline from fighting with him, but her body was signaling that she wanted him now. He pressed her harder into the wall as she pushed her leg around one hip, and he helped her with the other one. He kept an arm under the butt to keep her anchored into him. He was seated securely between her thighs and was able to stop kissing her to focus on that spot on her neck. She gave a little cry in her throat and she pushed herself into him.

"Kyouya what are you doing?" She seemed perplexed how they ended up this way.

He sucked a little harder causing her the gasp and arch into him, "I thought we would skip to the making up part since we are always in sync with that."

"I'm still angry at you," she whispered before moaning as he started teasing her breasts through her shirt. Her skirt fluttered around his arm teasingly. He could feel the heat from her underwear against his erection. He moaned throatily.

"That's ok with me, as long as it doesn't get in the way of the enjoyment." She sighed at his statement and then laughed. He kissed her again as he fondled her breasts. He was moving his hips into her every time she arched creating the most delicious sounds. He kissed her harder in order to quiet the sounds. Her little hands came down to his belt buckle. A throat clearing seemed to startle them both, Kyouya nearing dropped her.

Mori grinned like an idiot seeing the two flustered lovers. "Should have waited, food's here. Mitskuni was impatient."

He wheeled around and immediately went back to the restaurant. Kyouya groaned and stepped away from the wall. He tried to move her to slide down his body. Her legs would not unclamp from his hips. She was trembling uncontrollably. "Kyouya" she said unsteadily arching into him. The arch was hard to maintain now that she didn't have the wall's support.

"Haruhi we can't…Don't do that!" He pressed himself involuntarily against her.

"We are in public!" she seemed not to hear him. "Please Kyouya?" she seemed to rasp.

He was floored, the last time anyone had spotted them in a compromising position she turned to ice and wouldn't let him near her. Now it didn't look like anything would stop her.

"Haruhi I don't think…"

"Please don't make me beg Kyouya." This seemed to snap his control. He pushed her back into the wall.

"My wife begs for nothing." He kissed her hard and arched his only body in her sex. His other hand found a way under her skirt. "How far are you?"He watched her eyes intently. He pulled her underwear off slightly, he moved a finger into her and his thumb to her pleasure spot. She felt his finger inside her and grpund wildly into his hand. "OH Yes" she moaned.

Her pumped a second finger inside her and rubbed her vigorously, "God yes Kyouya." He got into a rhythm and sucked on her ear. He whispered things no lady would ever admit to hearing. Hardly seconds later, he felt her clamp on to his fingers and he kissed her hard stifling her scream. He gently set her down on shaky legs, before taking handkerchief from his pocket to clean his hand. He threw the stained cloth out seconds later while Haruhi was trying to recover against the wall. She glowed pleasantly and smiled at him before realizing he had no pleasure from such a union. "Kyouya?" she said unsteadily as she appeared in front of him. Touching his arm caused him to flinch and back away from as if she touched him with a live wire.

"Just give me a minute, I'll be fine."

"But Kyouya I can…" Her hand smoothed across his stomach.

"No." He said this firmly and moved them back towards the restaurant. His hair look mussed and she glowed like a Christmas tree. He stopped before the door, "Could you have my lunch brought to the tower?" He seemed to be itching to get away from the cameras and her after glow. He deserved more than this punishment.

She nodded looking guilty. He leaned down to kiss her cheek, "Don't worry about it, and there is always next time right?"

She nodded happily before going into the restaurant. They all ate in silence. There was no remark made as to why Haruhi appeared two minutes after Mori had come back to the restaurant, or where Kyouya went. Her and Mori agreed to go to her office, so he could "spend time with her." The glowing Haruhi nearly floated there while Mori walked silently behind her.

)))))))))))(99999999999

Long chapter unedited, ignore mistakes. Enjoy!