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1st Person P.O.V
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For some reason, Kyoya seemed to be in a really bad mood on Monday morning. He didn't seem that talkative and shot Tamaki down when he tried to ask what was wrong. Everyone seemed to know to stay away from him, but I just couldn't understand what was wrong. Maybe something had happened at home? Either way, I wanted to make sure he felt better as soon as possible, so I tried not to make any mistakes while setting up for club activities and was extra charming to my customers.
"You're working hard." Haruhi said, setting down some tea in front of me. I smiled.
"Well, I want to make everyone happy. Speaking of which, when do my next customers come?" I asked, taking a sip of tea, Haruhi glanced over at the clock.
"Hmm... about five minutes or so. Take some time to relax." She said, walking to the other hosts to give them tea. The door opened and some more voices floated through. Leaning back against the couch, I smiled at the newcomers.
"Hey, Yuki!"
"Megumi! Here again? Don't tell me you're here to pick up some of our customers. Or maybe you came to be entertained by someone?" I asked, grinning slightly as he twisted his face.
"Uh, no. I came to chat with you. Are you free?" He asked. I nodded.
"I have a few minutes, yeah." I said, setting down my teacup. We small-talked until it was time for me to take my next round of customers, and he said he had to talk to a teacher, anyways. As I turned to greet my guests, I caught a glimpse of a rather deep scowl on Kyoya's face. I gave him a curious look, but he turned away, walking briskly to the other side of the room, where Tamaki sat.
I was confused, but didn't have time to question it, because I heard the voices of my next customers. Greeting them with a smile, I pushed Kyoya's grumpy mood to the back of my mind.
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After sending off the customers, I began to wipe the tables down. I could vaguely hear the twins talking about something, and I caught bits and pieces of their conversation. "Café... upset... Kyoya-senpai..." I cast them a curious glance.
"What are you guys talking about?" I asked. They shrugged in unison.
"You'll find out sooner or later." They chorused, prancing away. Raising an eyebrow at them, I shrugged before going back to cleaning. Kyoya and Tamaki had stepped out a little while ago to talk, which left the rest of us to close up for the night.
"Oh, Megumi, hello." I heard Haruhi say. Turning, I saw a sheepish Megumi smile slightly, waving.
"Hey. Mind if I join you guys?" He asked.
"Not at all. We were just cleaning up." Haruhi said. I straightened up to greet him.
"Hey, you seem to come here often. The host club becoming your new home?" I joked. He rolled his eyes slightly.
"Ah yes, I secretly live in the closet. It's very cozy, you know." I laughed, putting down the cloth I had used to wipe the tables with. "Are you done cleaning up?" He asked, walking towards me. I nodded, rolling down my sleeves. Megumi suddenly tugged me towards him, putting my hand on his shoulder as he put his on my waist and grasped my other hand. "Great! Let's dance!"
"E-eh? But my hands are dirty—" I protested as Megumi pulled me into the middle of the room. And then, we were twirling and gliding across the floor, the rest of the hosts watching as they laughed along with us.
"We're going to get married and live somewhere sunny!" He laughed. I laughed with him, leaning against his chest as we slowed to awkwardly shifting our weight from one foot to another. Behind me, the other hosts casted knowing glances at each other. I giggled, thinking it was a joke.
"And we'll work until we get rich and buy an island in the middle of nowhere!" I gasped, letting go of his hands so I could hold my sides. He grinned at me, and I felt breathless from laughter.
"I'll work hard to support the both of us!" Megumi grinned. I smiled widely.
"I'll be sure to study up on how to be a good wife, dear." I laughed. His cheeks were red, probably from the dancing.
"Why don't we get married now? School is like having a part-time job for twenty years; let's just skip it!" He said.
"You work fast Megumi, we haven't even been on our first date yet." I joked, sticking my tongue out at him.
"That can be arranged—" I didn't get to hear the rest of his sentence because a set of brisk, loud footsteps clicked across the tile floor. Turning, I was able to catch a glimpse of a head of black hair before I felt a tight grip on my wrist.
"E-eh? K-Kyoya-sempai?" I asked, stumbling slightly as he pulled me along. From behind me, Megumi started to say something, but the hosts shushed him, ushering him away as Kyoya tugged me to the doors. Confused, I tried to pull my arm from his grip, but his hand tightened around my wrist as he threw the doors open. "Kyoya-sempai—!" The door slammed shut behind us.
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"Kyoya-sempai! Why did you just barge in!? If you wanted to talk to me, you could have waited!" I fumed. Kyoya tightened his grip, and I winced, trying to twist my arm out of his grip. "Kyoya-sempai—!" I grimaced, "let go, y-you're hurting me..." His grip slackened, but not enough so I could pull away. "W-where are we going?" I asked, panicking as he yanked me along.
"Shut up..." He breathed.
"What?" I asked, on the borderline of indignant.
"Shut up!" He drew me in front of him, and I turned just as I backed into something short and flat. We had stopped in an empty classroom, and Kyoya had pinned me against a desk with his intense look. His eyes were burning with something I couldn't place.
I tried to slink to the side, but his arms gripped the sides of the desk tightly, and he leaned down, so that I was leaning back slightly, my hands the only things keeping my from falling backwards, as they were holding onto the front of the desk for dear life. "K-Kyoya-sempai..." I breathed, staring up in confusion, heart pounding inside my ribcage.
I know I've been over this before, but Kyoya is way taller than I am. He's 5'11, I'm about 5'2, which is an improvement from the very beginning of the year, when I was a bit shorter than Haruhi—she's about 5'1. He's still nine inches taller than I am. Which is extremely intimidating, in case you're wondering. Then again, Megumi is about the same height...
Kyoya leaned down, so that we were a few inches away. One of his hands came to grasp my tie firmly, pulling it so that we were even closer. "I don't believe I've ever had a problem with you dancing with people, but remember this: you are mine." And then, he closed the gap between our mouths, crushing his lips to mine. My eyes widened, centimeters away from his brown grey ones. His eyelids slid down over his eyes and he moved his lips against mine, a bit forcefully.
"Nn...!" His arm came to wrap tightly around my waist, pressing my body as close to his as possible. My hands, which had come up to push him away, betrayed me, and my fingers curled around the lapels of his jacket, pressing my lips harder against his. I felt something warm and wet swipe across the seam of my mouth, and I gasped, accidentally letting his tongue dance across my own. I shivered, moaning slightly.
We pulled away, breathless, and my face felt like it was on fire. My legs felt weak, and I knew they were trembling. My fingers wouldn't let go; in fact, they tightened when Kyoya started to slowly loosen my tie. I breathed his name quietly, but he shushed me, dipping past my flushed cheek to kiss the lobe of my ear, gently biting the skin, pulling the collar of my dress shirt down slightly, before moving to nibble and suck the junction between my neck and shoulder. The room felt very hot, and I moaned slightly, feeling my face burn. "Ky-Kyoya-s-sempai..." I shivered. He leaned back up to lock his eyes with mind and I felt my legs begin to collapse.
He leaned forward again...
The door burst open, and I shoved him away quickly, fumbling with my shirt and tie. My face was hot, and I knew it was still beet red. "Yuki! Kyoya! There you are!" Tamaki beamed, and I nodded hurriedly.
"Y-yeah, we were just uh..." I looked around, before grabbing a box of tissues. "Getting some tissues! There was a spill and we were going to clean it up!" I smiled uncertainly, not sparing Tamaki a second glance before running out.
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Tamaki watched, perplexed as Yuki ran out, the door shutting loudly behind her. "But... we have towels to clean spills up. Why did she need a box of tissues?" He asked, turning to Kyoya for answers. The dark-haired teen merely finished fixing his jacket, before casting a dark glance at the door, sighing as he adjusted his glasses with his pointer finger.
Tamaki looked back and forth, still confused.
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1st Person P.O.V
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"Hey, there you are." Megumi said as I nearly collapsed down on nearby chair, catching my breath. "You okay? Your face is red." He waved his hand in front of my face. I nodded, tossing the box of tissues onto the small, round table.
"Huh? Oh yeah! I'm fine!" I smiled nervously. Haruhi and Hunny looked suspicious, and Hikaru and Kaoru looked at each other. Mori's expression didn't change.
'You are mine.' I felt my face go hot when I thought of that, and I put my hands to my cheeks, the contrast of cold and hot comforting. I sighed. Why does everything seem fuzzy when I'm with Kyoya? I picked up the rag I had previously discarded and began to vigorously wipe down the tables.
"Yuki?" Megumi asked. I realized my hands were trembling. Letting out a sigh, I took a deep breath and grabbed my bag, swinging it over my shoulder.
"I-I'll see you guys later... I'm not feeling so well..." I mumbled.
"Want me to walk you home?" Megumi asked. I shook my head rapidly.
"N-no, it's fine. I'll see you guys tomorrow." I smiled warily, giving them a slight wave before I shut the door and began to fast walk home. After stopping at the front of the gate, I brought my hand to touch the tips of my fingers to my lips.
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Kyoya leaned against the wall of the classroom, his hand clenched. After ushering Tamaki out, he had thought about his previous conversation with Megumi, the way he and Yuki danced together, her happy expression... The only thing that kept him from being in a fouler mood was remembering how well her body fit against his. Lightly pressing the pads of his fingers to his lip, Kyoya stared at the opposite wall, lost in thought.
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I threw my bag onto the floor and collapsed, knees finally giving out. I didn't know if I should cry or feel embarrassed or elated, but it was a mix of all three. Trembling slightly, I wrapped my arms around myself and buried my face in my arms. "Why are you doing this to me...?" I whimpered.
the thrilling (lol probs not) kiss! how will megumi react when he finds out? how does yuki feel about kyoya? WILL THE AUTHOR EVER UPDATE REGULARLY IN THE HOPES TO FINISH THIS STORY?
better stay tuned uo
i do hope to eventually finish this story, i might try to aim for less than 45 chapter, but who knows. xD the real climax is yet to come. until next time, lovelies~ 3