Now, Yuki was furious. Her blood was boiling. After school, she stormed into Music Room Three and right up to Kyoya, who finally decided to show up. She dragged Kyoya by the arm to the dressing room in the back and shut the door.
"You think you can just kiss me like that and then leave!?" Yuki cried. "You can't just do that!" Yuki started hitting his chest, but he didn't budge. "You just can't. That's not how it works. You can just kiss me and then move on! How? Why? When? Me of all people! You hate me!" Her British accent came in halfway through, irritating Yuki even more.
"I don't know! I've had dreams of you. I usually think, 'God, Yuki is such a gigantic pain in my ass!' But I'd get other thoughts, like thinking you look attractive. I realized I looked forward to every time I knew I would see you, whether it was when the host club dragged me to your work or when you went to go see Hazuki. I thought maybe this strong attraction towards you was towards Hazuki instead because how could I have such strong emotions towards anyone, let alone you of all people!" He looked so frustrated and confused. Yuki has never seen him this way.
"Why didn't you say something before, huh? Why did you just avoid me like that? You had me worried sick!" Yuki snapped.
"I don't know! Would you just stop it? I do the ordering around and demanding. I give the questions. You are my slave. You are in debt to me." Yuki rolled her eyes.
"You don't own me!"
"Stop being so difficult!" Kyoya raised his voice, which was rare and startling to Yuki. But she did not back down. Kyoya, like the day before, stormed out of not only the dressing room, but Music Room Three.
Yuki sighed and slumped in a chair, exasperated. The rest of the host club poked their heads inside.
"You found out, huh?" Hunny asked. Yuki balled her hands into fists.
"You guys knew!?" She demanded.
"It was obvious after the recent events." Haruhi shrugged. Yuki arched an eyebrow.
"When we found you and Haruhi, I've never seen him so angry." Hunny explained.
"He was worried sick, too." Hikaru added.
"And he beat he living daylights out of those guys before anyone could and before the cops came to arrest them." Kaoru finished.
"I just knew right away when he took you in his arms that it wasn't Hazuki. It was you. And I think that's when he realized it too." Tamaki chimed in. Yuki shook her head.
"No...it's just not possible. It's some game he's playing, right? I'm in disbelief." Yuki whispered.
"We all were. We all figured he would never learn to love. He's the type of guy who would marry a woman because she would bring prosperity to the Ohtori family." Haruhi said.
"I can't believe though that he did that for me..."
"He was also the one who pulled you and Kaoru out of the water on that ship. Didn't think twice. It was the first time he ever acted without thinking, which scared him a little, I think." Hikaru described. Yuki's eyes watered. She really owed him...
"Give him some time, Yuki." Tamaki began. "This is something out of his control. These feelings are so brand new and something he could never predict. Of course it's difficult for him and he can't grasp these facts. Never in a million years did he expect to fall for a commoner, especially you. It's just something he doesn't know how to cope and deal with. But I think I should ask you this and you should ask yourself..."
"What?"
"How do you feel about him and all of this? Do you return his feelings?" Tamaki's question really struck Yuki. She never bothered to ask herself...this is new to her too. What does love feel like? All Yuki knows is that she feels...very strongly towards him. That cannot be denied. But is it love? Hatred? Annoyance? Is it in a sibling sort of way? What?
When Yuki returned home from the Ohtori mansion, she had found her answer. It had really surprised her, maybe even scared her a little. But it could not be ignored any longer. She just really hoped he wouldn't kick her out on the street when she confronts him.
What would she say? She's never been in this kind of situation before. She was scared she would screw up. Maybe she should prepare a speech or something. No. She always winged it at school for something like that. But school could never prepare her for this confrontation.
Yuki knocked on the door, and peeked inside of Kyoya's bedroom. He was pacing, lost in his thoughts. But he looked up and spotted her. Now or never. Before he makes his escape!
She walked up to him, and he waited patiently with his face composed, hiding the stress he was under. Yuki had to get on her tiptoes a little, grab his shoulders, and then kissed him.