Kyouya

"Why have you come... Prince Kyouya?"

I smirked at her. "You see, I received an invitation and I took it upon myself to come. It is your eighteenth birthday and," I leaned towards her so that only she could hear me, "we are old friends."

She immediately stepped back. "I think the word you are looking for is 'were.' We 'were' friends." Haruhi suddenly whirled her head to either side of her, looking at all the dancing couples that were now beginning to stare. "You know what. I don't want to make a scene- please don't speak to me again."

I felt my brow twitch in frustration. She never used to be this stubborn.

She swiftly turned around to walk away. She was heading in the direction of the terrace. I was not going to just let her stubbornness affect my plan. I stood on the dance floor momentarily before catching up to her and pulling her out onto the empty terrace.

"Wha- Prince Kyouya, what on earth are you doing?" Appalled, Haruhi pushed herself away from me.

I analyzed the expression on her face. Haruhi wasn't just being stubborn. She was angry with me. An anger that was much more than I could speculate. What did she go through these past five years, to come to despise me so, I wondered.

I thought I might as well get straight to the point. "Why are mad at me?"

Haruhi looked at me as if the answer was simple. "If you don't know then there is no reason to tell you."

"If I don't know the reason then why should you even be mad at me?"

Haruhi stayed quiet for a few seconds. She then unfolded her arms and took several steps towards me, anger still burning. "Fine. You want to know why?" She stuck out her finger and jabbed me in the chest with it. "Five years ago- you were the one that left. You were the one that started to distance yourself. What was I supposed to think back then. Let alone do?"

Haruhi stood by me for while before backing away. All of her emotions were flooding out; her voice became rather soft and shaky and she was frequently wiping her eyes. I could tell she was doing her best to stay composed but it wouldn't have bothered me even if she did burst into tears.

What I did back then was cruel and unjust... I know that. To let her just vent out her frustration, I thought that was the only thing I could do for her.

"I thought that there was a possibility you would return but I was wrong." She raised her hand up to her forehead. "To this day, I still cannot understand the reasons behind your actions."

I'm sure Haruhi was waiting for me to tell her everything. But I couldn't. It wasn't time yet for her to know. "Haruhi. Believe me. I never meant to hurt you as much as I did."

She folded her arms once again. "Even still I don't think I can ever forgive you... I hated that all of a sudden, you were so indifferent to my feelings. I thought you had changed but now, you are exactly like your father."

"How could you say that? I am nothing like my father." I said sternly.

"Why else would you leave me? I was simply not worthy to your family, right? I mean, it wasn't very hard to notice how much your father hated me-"

I had closed the gap between the two of us causing a slight rush of panic to fill Haruhi's eyes. Cupping her face in my hands, I leaned forward so that our lips could touch.

I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was because I was tired of arguing with her; tired of hearing these accusations that I knew were wrong. Not that it was her fault she didn't know the whole truth but I wanted her to just stop and realize that I still cared.

When I pulled away from her, her eyes stayed closed for a moment. She touched her lips with her fingers and stumbled backwards as she shook her head lightly. "No, don't play your little mind games with me."

"I'm not playing with you, Haruhi. Listen," I let out a breath, "I'm still in love with you..."

Haruhi's eyes widened. "What?"

"That's why I-"

"Princess Haruhi?"

A familiar male's voice resounded near the inside entrance to the ballroom. Startled, Haruhi turned her head to see who was behind her. "O-oh, Hikaru."

Hikaru bowed to her. "Sorry to intrude but I-"

"No no." Haruhi smiled and waved her hand. She almost seemed delighted in his sudden appearance. "Your timing couldn't be any more perfect. You wanted to speak with me anyway- I remember."

"Ah, yes." Hikaru glanced at me but quickly looked away. I'm sure after seeing the annoyance riddled on my face warded him off.

Haruhi walked over to him. "I beg your leave, Prince Kyouya." She glanced back at me with an empty stare and spoke halfheartedly. She was acting as if nothing had happened. "Enjoy the rest of your night."

Still a little confused, Hikaru was pulled back inside the ballroom with her and they vanished into the crowd.

I scratched the back of my neck, letting out a heavy sigh. "That went well..."

Hey! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It's quite short and a lot of dialogue but I hope it wasn't too choppy-like. Thank you all for your support. I appreciate it so much. See you all soon. :)

~Bliss