Venus
KibaSin
Summary: Assisting Tamaki in finding the perfect shrine to celebrate Obon, Kyoya never expected to find his own heart's desire in the form of Venus personified. [Kagome x Kyoya]
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Ouran High School Host Club. They both belong to their respective copyright owners.
Rating: M
Genre: Romance / Mystery / Adult themes
Warning: This fan fiction contains somewhat not so mild adult themes. Somewhat mild. Somewhat not. I will edit it somewhat more in the future for this particular site, however, for now, you get the full content. They are all the Italic bits. You have been warned.
Soft, supple skin hooked at the ankle, pulling him deeper within her seductive embrace, as her back bowed and pressed her taut stomach against him. The friction created with the embrace did little to cease his movement, one hand braced against the pink comforter and the other roughly exploring the expanse of spine she had presented to him, while he sought desperately for the end.
Her dark cerulean eyes flashed from underneath her lashes, taunting him with a glimpse of those orbs exploding with color when she shuddered in pleasure. He almost lost himself at the feel of her muscles clenching tightly around him, her entire body quaking in rapture, as a beautiful, addictive moan slipped from her pretty little mouth. He wanted more of the sound, craving it, and knowing just how to get it with her curves pressed tight against him when he hauled her shoulders off the bed beneath them to sit back on his heels.
Trapping her jerking hips with both hands, her pelvis locked against his own, she did not disappoint him.
She never did.
"Kyo.. ya!" she cried, his name spilling forth over and over in an endless mantra.
It was a bittersweet love song upon her lips, as her arms wound around his shoulders and her head fell away to reveal the lovely arch of her neck. He ached to say her name, felt it heavy on his tongue, but the desire to groan it directly into her ear quickly fell away when she began to quiver anew. His hips surged upward, delighting in the feel of her slick skin sliding against his chest, as he was reminded of that which he sought.
The end was near, and his only desire became to watch her fall all over again with him. The way she came apart was beautiful and enticing. A marvelous sight to see, and he could not control the sound that slipped from his throat at the thought of her heavy with his seed the second time around.
His lips burning across her delicate throat, he vaguely heard the sound of his own voice urging her forth. Asking her to fall. His name tumbled from her lips once more, her nails biting into his shoulder blade, before her lips met his halfway in an embrace that spoke of how far she had fallen already. How much she loved him. The very thought brought back the ache to say her name, even as her wicked tongue danced delightfully around his own for dominance and made him forget about everything except the need to plunge deeper still.
Saliva connected them still when her head fell back with a gasp of his name.
Subtly changing the angle, digging further, he clenched his teeth with the way her soft, willing body began to clench up once more. Every movement drove her toward paradise, but it was the faint brush of his fingers between them that sent her plummeting into the depths. Her entire body shook in her delirium, a strangled noise followed by a broken, "Kyoya!" that forced the moan from his own lips when his own hips began to jerk wildly with the same euphoria.
Clutching her close, his breath heavy and uneven, he muttered softly, "I love you, …"
Ootori Kyoya woke quite suddenly, sweat dripping from his brow, as he sucked in the uneven sound of his heavy breathing. The faint, subtle sound of flesh on flesh resonated within his mind, as he twisted the silken bed sheet easily between his fingers underneath him. His head dropped into his other hand almost immediately, attempting to collect himself, and he released a half hearted laugh with the realization that he had had that dream again.
Not even the sleeping pills he had taken could keep him from falling into her embrace. A shiver raced up his spine, phantom fingertips lingering in places he had never been touched before, and taunting him with the knowledge that his traitorous mind refused to let go of the naughty embrace. That it refused to let go of her, despite the fact she was little more than a fantasy his mind had conjured from the depths of his subconscious to plague him on a nightly basis.
Squeezing his eyes shut in frustration only brought forth those dangerously beautiful eyes that haunted him in his dreams, and the Ootori boy sighed into his hand. After a minute or two of self loathing at his traitorous teenage mind, he finally reached for the glasses settled on his nightstand. He was not going to be getting anymore sleep tonight, so he may as well get some work done to hopefully stave off the after effects.
Though, as his feet hit the floor, he supposed he was going to need a shower first.
A rather cold one if the lingering feel of long, luscious legs wrapped around his hips was any indication.
"What a bother," he said softly, once again pondering the reason he had created such an unrealistically beautiful young woman to torture himself with as he shut the bathroom door behind him. It took only a moment to disrobe, the shower turned on full blast when he finally stepped into the chilling stream. Minutes seemed to tick by slowly, before he rested his forehead on the cold tile and allowed a loud sigh to escape him. The phantom scrape of nails across his shoulders refused to leave him, tempting him to rub at the bridge of his nose in frustration at the thought that he might have to resort to more debauchery to rid himself of the sensation.
Perhaps Mitsukuni's assessment had been correct, after all. Perhaps Haruhi's continued presence in the Host Club was affecting him more than he realized, despite Tamaki having finally made his intentions clear with the girl after his almost engagement. Not that he would dare say that his fantasy reminded him of her, they neither possessed the same build or coloration, but perhaps it was merely Haruhi's femininity bringing forth such fervent dreams.
It was something to ponder later, perhaps after he continued with his research on Tamaki's behalf.
Pushing his glasses up further on his nose, he half smiled at the way Tamaki continued to marvel at the long line of steps leading up to the shrine they were visiting today. "The Higurashi shrine may be more to your taste than the last one," he said, glancing down at the notes he had taken on his tablet. "They are a respectful family of four, having owned the shrine itself for more than three hundred years according to the records I found. The Obon festival they host is usually considered relatively small compared to the others, but it may prove to be more of a private affair like you're hoping for."
"Oh, magnifique!" Tamaki's grin brightened nearly tenfold with the information, as they neared the torii arch near the top. His cheeks clasped between his hands, he asked, "Do you think Haruhi would approve of this one, Kyoya? The other shrine was far larger, but this one already looks just as lovely. Do you think size would make a difference?"
"As I said, the smaller crowd would provide you with more opportunity to honor Haruhi's mother in relative privacy." Kyoya glanced across the shrine once they reached the landing, taking a moment to breathe in the peaceful silence settled there. "She would most likely appreciate it."
Tamaki quickly slipped into a fantasy world of his own, muttering quietly to himself about how Haruhi would react when he brought her to the current shrine with tears shining in his eyes. A stupidly happy smile split his lips, before he hugged himself and loudly exclaimed, "We should have a look around first!"
The Shadow King only tipped his head in agreement, watching silently as the Suoh heir sprang away to pay respects to the shrine, before heading toward the small gift shop set up to one side. Shaking his head, he returned his attention to the tablet in his hands to sort through the rest of the information he had gathered on the shrine with a few swipes of his fingers. Despite the shrine grounds having only been originally constructed a little over two hundred years ago, it appeared that it had several myths attached to a Goshinboku believed to be more than a thousand years old somewhere near the family's home. No doubt it had been the centerpiece when the shrine was built, though it seemed that over time it had slowly become less so as the shrine expanded across the hillside the family owned.
Sweeping his cool gray eyes across the shrine, he found it relatively easy to find the tree in question. Though he took another glance at where Tamaki was adamantly discussing the Obon festival with the family's monk, no doubt the grandfather, he found his feet traveling toward the lone tree with a tilted smirk. It was easy to see how people may have assumed the tree was quite old from a distance, but as he neared the area where it was fenced off, he could not find it within himself to believe such a far fetched legend. The Goshinboku actually looked quite small in comparison to others he had seen on various other shrines across the country, and he doubted that it was little more than five hundred years old.
A few more taps of his tablet screen provided him with more information, as he considered the deeply embedded scar the tree possessed behind its plaited straw rope. The tale told by the shrine spoke of a demon having once been pinned there according to tourist reviews, and he filed the information under something Tamaki would most likely be interested in. It would give him something to share with Haruhi about the location should he decide this was the shrine he wished to take her to.
Focused on digging up every piece of information he possibly could about the legend surrounding the shrine for the next few minutes, Kyoya was only vaguely aware of the sound of a door shutting nearby.
"Okay, mom, but I gotta go now or Yuka will kill me for being late again!"
The conversation quickly deemed unimportant when he realized that the young teenage daughter must be behind him, the Ootori boy did not even bother to look up. He pushed his glasses up higher on his nose, swiping away another useless lead concerning the truth behind the Higurashi shrine's myth. Most of it was speculation at best, with many believing that it might have been a rather large black bear that had started the belief there had once been a demon in the area.
It was all rather amusing, if he was being honest with himself.
"Oh…! Hello!"
A shiver rushed down his spine unexpectedly when he heard the young woman acknowledge his presence. The sensation of phantom fingers gliding down the length of his back straightened his posture almost immediately, as his eyes widened a fraction. His grip on his tablet turning his knuckles white, he pivoted on his heel in the direction the girl had called from only to find her missing, and blinked when he heard her shout, "Mom, we have visitors!"
The older woman near the family home chuckled lightly behind her hand, before she waved in the opposite direction. "Yes, I can see that, dear."
Whipping his head in the direction of the shrine steps, Kyoya barely caught sight of her messy, lopsided bun bouncing excitedly before it disappeared. Drawing his tablet close to his chest, he sucked in a deep breath through his nose to try and control the unexpected reaction he had had to the sound of her voice. It was almost… no, it was ridiculous to believe that it had sounded at all like his fantasies, despite the way his mind had immediately tipped over and sent him diving deep into the gutter located there.
He just was not getting enough sleep.
Yes, that was all. It certainly did not help that he had not been exposed to any other young women over the course of the weekend, either, though he could not say that he had had such a reaction to any of the frequent guests at the Host Club any other time. He could contribute that to the fact that he was used to the routine, to the guests themselves, though, so he quickly waved it away before it could begin to bring forth more reasons as to why this one girl had somehow caused such a response with just a breathless "oh."
"Do you need any help, dear? Are you interested in our Goshinboku?"
The older Higurashi woman proved to be a welcoming balm when she approached him, her motherly smile quickly shoving the feel of nails, the sound of panting, into the back corner of his mind where he preferred it to remain. Readjusting his glasses and clearing his throat politely, the Ootori boy bowed at the waist as he explained, "No, I think I have all the information I need on the subject, ma'am, but thank you."
Her smile only brightened, as she returned the greeting with a light, "My, how polite." The corners of her eyes crinkled when she looked up at the branches of the Goshinboku whistling above them, drawing his attention back to the supposedly ancient tree. "Well, if you need any help, dear, my father will be happy to assist you. He knows all of our shrine's legends best, especially about the Goshinboku, and I'm sure he'd be thrilled to answer any questions you may have."
"Thank you," he replied. "I believe my friend is already doing just that."
A sigh escaped him once the older woman excused herself to return to the house, as he slowly released the death grip he had on the tablet pressed close to his chest. The Goshinboku above him rustled faintly with the wind, seemingly replying with a silent whistle at the thought that perhaps he should have dug up more information on the shrine's resident family when he felt the ghostly return of fingers against his skin with her departure. The information had been deemed insignificant in regards to Tamaki's request originally, but he found himself almost wishing he had pulled up every detail on the family itself when a breathless, "oh," drifted through his memory.
"Kkkyooooya!"
The thought came to a screeching halt before it could fully come to fruition, his fingers already hovering over the necessary keys he would have needed to sort through public records for such information. Lifting his head away from the screen, he suddenly found Tamaki hanging off his arm with a starry eyed expression on his face. The tablet lowered and almost forgotten in that instant, he lifted an eyebrow at the happy tears clinging to Tamaki's lashes.
"Higurashi-san was telling me that his granddaughter leads a Tokyo Ondo dance during the festival, and that she teaches the Bon Odori to the patrons beforehand in case they want to join!" Tamaki gushed. "Haruhi would simply adore that, don't you think?" He swept away from him in another flourish, his arm raised and his head tilted as if he was going to start the dance himself. "The entire Host Club would be delighted!"
Reaching up to push his glasses higher, they flashed in the light with the sudden opportunity that presented itself in that moment. "Perhaps we should all attend then?" he said. It would only take a little push to get the idea stuck in Tamaki's head, after all. "With the smaller crowd size, you could still have plenty of privacy with Haruhi regardless of whether we are all present. Plus it would give the others the chance to honor Haruhi's mother, as well, which would no doubt make her happy in the end."
Immediately lost in his own little world, Tamaki almost shouted, "Yes!" into the silence surrounding them. "It would be a wonderful, fulfilling commoner tradition that would bring us all closer together as a family!"
"Yes." His eyes shadowed by his glasses, Kyoya's lip tilted into a smirk. The necessary contacts were already pulled up without any further prompting from the blonde boy, as the Shadow King easily inserted himself into the date Tamaki had originally envisioned. Having a proper reason to return to the shrine would allow him to kill two birds with one stone, after all, as his father would no doubt wonder at the sudden interest in a relatively unimportant young woman should he have followed his instinct to search through her public school records. "Yes, it would be."
His fingers buried into the sloppy, lopsided mess her ornate hairstyle had slowly become with each jarring movement, he grazed his lips across the delicate expanse of her shoulder and up her throat. A soft, lingering kiss placed underneath her chin, he pulled her head further back to gain access to that perfect little "o" her mouth had formed with each shift of his hips behind her, and wasted no time in delving into the sweet cavern awaiting to be plundered.
"Ohhh," she moaned into his mouth.
Pulling her back into him rather roughly, delighting in the faint flutter of her molten heat surrounding him, he watched through hooded eyes as she broke away to release that deep, resonating cry he had been seeking. Such a beautiful thing. He wanted to hear it again almost immediately, and his thrusts became short and deep, knowing that the pace would keep her trapped in that moment until he saw fit to let her fall into the paradise he offered.
Her eyes fluttered open, the deep, dark blue coloration drawing his attention when they shifted into a pearlescent powder blue and back. The ecstasy etched upon her features only tightened his resolve, each movement slow and precise, and he felt his breath leave him in a chuckle at the way she shifted herself against his pelvis. The impatience she felt was clear by the way those pretty orbs narrowed, her mouth twisting, but still he refused to send her plummeting over the edge into the end she sought.
He would hear her beg first.
"Kyoya…" she groaned.
His fingers ghosted across the back of her thigh, driving away the sound of her annoyance hitched in her throat as she gasped at the sensation. Her hips wriggled back and forth insistently with the fleeting touch, attempting to entice him further into her embrace, and he halted the action with a loud smack of her backside.
"Oh, god," she moaned. "Please…"
Chest pressed tightly against her back, he told her what he wanted from her. He told her to beg. If she wanted to reach the end so soon, all she had to do was say so, and he would cease his endless torture upon her silken folds.
And she never disappointed him.
"Please, Kyoya." Her voice was soft, embarrassed. "Please fuck me harder."
She fell immediately at the first brush of his fingers against her sensitive bundle of nerves when he surged forward at a quicker pace. Her muscles clenched around him, the walls fluttering and urging him toward his own end as her body attempted to milk him of every last drop. It was the way she dropped forward, however, her back creating a deliciously beautiful arch for his eyes to feast upon, that became his undoing. The first jerk of his hips was her only warning, his own broken moan slipping forth when his lips finally met that expanse of heated flesh to place several kisses along her spine.
A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips, her body becoming limp in the aftermath, but still she sought him with her shimmering eyes. She was vision against the pink comforter beneath her, her gaze soft and loving as she voiced her feelings for him in a breathless little sigh, and he quickly found himself placing more kisses along her shoulder. Wrapped in her sweet embrace, he felt his tongue become heavy with the urge to say her name, to voice his own feelings, but a brush of her fingers along the length of him swept it away just as quickly as it had appeared.
The sultry look she gave him spoke more than words, and he slipped back into her seductive hold without hesitation.
There was no better place to be.
Shooting up from the bed at the sound of his phone blaring next to him, Kyoya grimaced darkly in the direction of the device that had awoken him. His fingers went to his temple immediately, as he contemplated the device just long enough for the shrilling ring to cease and start up again several moments later. Tamaki, no doubt. As he snapped open the device to silence the sound, effectively ignoring his best friend, he grumbled about the other boy knowing better than to wake him before the designated time he preferred.
It was a shame, because he had actually been getting some form of sleep, too.
The fantasies had only gotten worse over the course of the week since he had heard that breathless acknowledgement standing beneath the Goshinboku on the Higurashi shrine. The sound haunted him, and despite the fact he thought it ludicrous that some young woman he had never met could possibly be the subject of his wet dreams, he had quickly taken it upon himself to begin searching through every possible record pertaining to her. Earlier reservations about his father discovering the interest only created multiple backdoors to avoid detection, though he had been even more frustrated to find himself coming up short when it came to the mysterious Higurashi daughter.
Her public files were either corrupted or missing all together. He could not even find a recent high school photograph to satisfy his curiosity, and the allotted time he had dedicated to the research turned into hours of trying to understand why someone would have seemingly erased a shrine maiden from public databases. To make matters worse, what information he did find was confusing at best, considering there was no further documentation than a few encrypted files from her time in middle school about diseases she could not possibly have had so close together without medical assistance.
It was the absence of her picture that frustrated him the most, however. Numerous times he had simply hit a wall. He had easily found captions depicting her as the star of her middle school's cultural festival play where pictures should have been attached to the school's yearbook only to find them missing. He had found several more where she should have been at the head of the school's choir before her ridiculous bout of sickness, and yet those too were somehow absent.
It was as if she had simply become a ghost to the public eye, and he almost found himself fascinated by the exceedingly thorough job when he discovered the corruption becoming worse after she entered highschool. Even her choice in club activities seemed to disappear all together. Only one registry remained where she had signed up for the school's kyudo club as a new student, but the name had been crossed through at a later date when she no doubt stopped attending. Any photographs for the club during that year were nonexistent, despite school records indicating that several students had gone quite far in competition with Higurashi's mysterious daughter among them.
The only solid piece of information he seemed to have found was her name. Kagome. He had not allowed the name to roll off his tongue since confirming it against her birth certificate, but had felt almost vindicated in his methods when it had given him pause. Born March 12, 1982 at Sogo Hospital in downtown Tokyo, it appeared that her parents had written the hiragana for her full name to declare her as their evening star. A fitting name if…
No.
The Ootori boy shook his head, banishing the thought. The phone in his hand continued to vibrate insistently, the indicator flashing to inform him that Tamaki had switched to texting, before he tossed it lightly back onto the nightstand beside his bed. There was still a good hour before he liked to be up and ready for the day, and he had every intention of making the blonde wait as long as possible. No doubt half the texts messages were Tamaki simply crying about it not being healthy to sleep so late when there were preparations still needing to be done for the Host Club's Obon festival trip anyway.
The covers pulled back up over his head to block out the light beginning to stream in through his curtains, Kyoya sighed. His eyes drooped down after only a moment, the groggy, half sleep bringing forth the phantom embrace that wrapped around him and tightened across his chest. He relaxed with the lingering touch, finding it easier to simply give in if it meant he might find another forty or so minutes of sleep before his actual alarm woke him.
Slipping further into the inviting darkness, though, he never heard the quiet, broken sound that escaped his lips.
"Ka'ome..."
The soft pink curtains fluttered in the wind, as her head lifted off the pillow to blink sleepily toward him when he entered. A small, loving smile stretched across her face, brightening the room, and she let out a sigh of satisfaction at the sight of him crossing the short distance between them. Her pale, alabaster skin almost seemed to shimmer in the early morning light, soft rays of orange highlighting her movement as she rolled onto her back and stretched leisurely.
He traced the length of her with his eyes, before settling into the inviting part she had created for him with a simple bend of her knee. Then, fisting his fingers into the disarray of soft raven locks framing her, he captured her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. It lasted for what seemed like an eternity between them, and when he finally pulled away to gaze into her content features, he felt himself smiling back.
In a soft whisper, she said, "Welcome home, Kyoya."
Pushing his glasses up higher, Kyoya chuckled softly under his breath as he watched the rest of the Host Club quickly begin to squabble over who could make a better toro nagashi for Haruhi's mother. Stationed off to the side, the activity provided them with a mild form of seclusion away from the yagura stage, and it was clear that Tamaki had chosen it in hopes of convincing Haruhi to assist him with the task. Which was obviously backfiring with the twins constant commentary and attempts to pull Haruhi away to help them instead, and even the eldest Higurashi woman seemed to be enjoying the show as she discreetly giggled behind her hand while manning the booth.
Racking his eyes across the courtyard, the Ootori boy hummed quietly in disappointment when he failed to locate the mysterious daughter within the crowd once again. The amount of people in attendance was larger than previously expected, and there was little doubt she was somewhere near the yagura stage with her task to teach people the Bon Odori before the dance started. With little under an hour beforehand, however, it seemed that most people had moved on, whether from knowing the dance already or being uninterested in participating. No doubt she had been left with mingling within the crowd to make sure people were happy and occupied, and it made him almost regret convincing Tamaki to bring the entirety of the Host Club on this outing.
Then again, he supposed he should have been better prepared for the antics that resulted in them being forty minutes later than previously scheduled. Haruhi herself had proven to be the most stubborn, making it quite clear when she slammed the door that she and her father would be attending the same temple they always did during Obon. It had taken quite a bit of reassurance from Ranka, and perhaps a bribe or two, before the girl had acknowledged them. Even then she had not wished to visit a different location, despite her father's support and involvement in the activity, and it had taken nearly twenty minutes of convincing on both Ranka and Tamaki's part before she had decided to change into her summer kimono. It had all been rather frustrating, to say the least, especially when it appeared she was having an exceptional time now.
He supposed he could not fault the girl for wanting to keep with tradition when it came to the memory of her mother, though. He had had his own reservations when Tamaki had originally brought the idea to his attention, but no amount of logic could have budged the Suoh boy from wanting to make sure this Obon festival was as memorable as possible for Haruhi.
No doubt it would be, too, considering the lengths the Higurashi family went to honor the spirits potentially reuniting with their families on the shrine grounds. Lanterns had lined every step leading to the courtyard, the soft glow beckoning the eye to the torii high above, and had left the majority of the Host Club in awe at the sight. The shrine itself had transformed overnight into an endless sea of lights, leading to a well maintained and polished altar surrounded by mukae-bi to help guide any wandering spirits to the offering provided by visiting patrons. The serene atmosphere it created had brought tears to Haruhi's eye when Tamaki had led her and her father there to leave their own offering when they had first arrived, and it was then that Kyoya knew he had made the correct decision in helping his friend.
Mysterious daughter or not.
Though, as he felt the whispering touch of phantom fingers gliding up his chest at the thought, he—
"Higurashi-san!"
His glasses flashing immediately in the direction of the joyous yell, Kyoya could have sworn he felt his heart stop for a moment when a young woman turned on her heel in the distance toward the voice. Obscured slightly by the crowd separating them, he forced himself to breath as he watched sections of her raven colored locks shift further out of place, despite being neatly woven into an intricate hairstyle he recognized all too well. An ornate, beautifully crafted style that he had buried his fingers in while they…
It was her. He grew more confident in that unbelievable realization when he took an uncertain step in her direction, his heart skipping several beats with the way her large, dark cerulean colored eyes reflected the flickering lantern light surrounding her. He could almost hear the sound of her voice beckoning him across the distance, welcoming him home, before that breathless little "oh" filtered across his thoughts with the way her lips parted briefly in confusion.
The sight of her tense, awkward smile blooming into fruition washed the thought away in an instant, as his gray eyes slanted toward the boy practically beaming in her presence. He had easily forgotten about him for a moment. An admirer, perhaps? The Ootori boy could already feel the possessive need to crush him on multiple platforms rearing its ugly head, especially when she began to pull at the end of her kimono sleeve and looked away uncomfortably. It was difficult to discern from his current location whether it was from the boy's enthusiasm or what he was talking to her about, but both viable options quickly set his teeth on edge at the possibility.
Without so much as a glance toward his friends Kyoya prowled across the courtyard, his stride lengthening with each passing step, as his sharp gaze narrowed upon the sight of her sidestepping the boy's attempt to reach out for her hand. The Shadow King felt himself bristle at the way the boy insistently reached for her again, causing her to turn away from him when she rejected the boy yet again with a clear, definitive step in the other direction. It was obvious he was not getting the hint. He still had that stupidly enthusiastic smile plastered across his face, after all.
"— ou'd love it, Higurashi-san! It's the number one box office hit in America right now, so I was hoping that next Saturday we could…"
Stepping up behind her, his glasses flashed menacingly in the lantern light. Kyoya allowed a small smirk to cross his lips at the way the other boy trailed off quietly when he finally noticed him from over her shoulder, his face twisting in alarm when he seemed to recognize him in the next second. The superiority that blossomed at the sight of the commoner gaping like a fish was short lived, however, as the young Higurashi woman abruptly turned on her heel to face him with the change.
It really was her.
She was real, his mysterious nightly visitor, and, god, she was beautiful.
"Kagome," he breathed. Kyoya felt like the wind had been knocked out of him when she blinked up at him in confusion with those uniquely blue eyes, her brow creasing downward at the sound of his voice. Did she not… recognize him?
"Do I…?" she paused, tilting her head. "Do I know you?"
The other boy seemed to shake himself out of his stupor then, snapping his mouth shut, and reaching out to once again try and grab Kagome's hand. "Higurashi-san?" he asked, concern coloring his voice, though his eyes never left the young Ootori.
Kyoya's focus snapped toward the motion, feeling that ugly, possessive feeling well up inside his chest despite the hurt that had flashed with her question, and stepped around her to deter the commoner with a slight sneer. Kagome gasped lightly behind him with the action, unknowingly sending a shiver up his spine, and Kyoya felt the feeling in his chest tighten. "I believe she made it quite clear the first several times that she did not want you manhandling her," he stated, pushing up his glasses, "did she not?"
"W-well, I… I…"
The way the other boy flushed in embarrassment, his eyes flickering between them as he returned to gaping like a fish, almost satisfied the Shadow King. Almost.
"I'm… I'm sorry, Ootori-sama!" He bowed deeply then, stuttering, "I did not realize t-that Higurashi-san was… well, I… I would never—!"
"Hojo-kun," Kagome sighed, "we talked about this."
The boy looked stricken then, as he said, "I just… you moved to a different school than the rest of us, and I just… I hoped that you hadn't…"
"I'm sorry." Kyoya glanced down at her from the corner of his eye when she stepped beside him, and felt the satisfaction he sought finally bloom at the way the other boy clenched his fist and looked away from them. There was no doubt they made a striking pair beneath the lantern light, and it was clear that the other boy was misinterpreting the sight of them standing so close together. "The answer is still no."
"I-I understand." His smile wobbled, though he refused to look at them again. "Ootori-sama is quite the catch."
Kagome only blinked at the sight of him suddenly turning and walking away, as she asked, "...what?"
Kyoya chuckled, his smirk returning, and watched as her brow creased down into that confused little arch at the sound. He considered the reaction for a moment, wondering once more if she truly did not recognize him. Was he the only one affected? It seemed almost more far fetched than the fact that his fantasy woman was literally standing next to him, especially with the way she pursed her lip and turned to really consider him with a little tilt of her head. But, then again, perhaps she was merely trying to place him as the Ootori's third son, as there was little doubt she had heard of him a time or two.
It was hard to tell, and his chest ached with the thought that perhaps she did not know him at all.
Maybe he really was the only one.
She bit her lip, saying, "I feel like I know you from somewhere. Have we met?"
"I did visit a few weeks ago with my friend," he admitted after a moment. He noted the way she scrunched up her nose with the sentence, obviously not satisfied with the answer. "I believe you were leaving to visit someone at the time, but perhaps you recognize me from then?"
"No," she sighed softly. "That's not right. You look familiar, but there's something… it's probably someone else."
Kyoya felt his own brow shift with the conversation, as he caught the faint coloration that stained her nose when she suddenly looked away from him. He looked familiar? ...but there was something… The Ootori felt his mouth hang open ever so slightly when he quickly began to realize why it must be that she did not seem to recognize him if she was having the same nightly visits. "Of course."
"Hm?" Kagome hummed, looking back up at him.
Having her attention, Kyoya reached up to grasp the edge of his glasses and immediately slid them off his nose. His vision shifted without the corrective lenses, turning the world around them into a blurry, dotted mess of lights, but he could clearly see the way her mouth opened into that telltale little "oh" that ensnared and captivated him all at once when she gasped.
"Kyoya…"
His heart skipped another beat at the soft utterance of his name, as he took a step toward her to brush his knuckles across her cheek. "Hello, Kagome," he replied just as softly, before releasing a small amused huff at the way she reddened with the familiarity in which he spoke her name. He almost could not help himself when his fingers brushed down her arm to take her hand, pulling the soft, pale alabaster skin up to his mouth so he could place a light, lingering kiss there. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"I-I…! You and… and…!"
Hooking his glasses onto the edge of his obi, Kyoya could not quite describe the immense joy he found in the way she suddenly could not seem to speak at the realization of who exactly he was to her. There was little doubt as to whether or not she was having the dreams too with how flushed she was becoming, the flickering lantern light only highlighting the brilliant hue as it sank further down and out of sight beneath her clothes. It made him wonder just how red she could become, how low it sank, and his eyes became hooded when he tugged lightly on her hand to pull her into him with the thought.
Kagome gasped, grasping the parting in his kimono, as she stared up at him with huge eyes.
Leaning into her, Kyoya shuddered with the feel of her hot breath on his neck when he whispered into her ear. "Are you all right, Kagome?" He pulled away slightly to look down upon her when whatever she wanted to say back seemed to catch in her throat. Chuckling lightly, he put the back of his other hand onto her forehead, and continued, "You look rather flushed. Do you have a fever? Should I call someone for you?"
"You… you…!" She pushed away from him then, stumbling a bit, as she reached up to touch her flaming face. A nervous laugh suddenly erupted from her throat, her eyes shifting away from him, and she waved the flirtatious tone of his voice away with what she said. "Heh, yeah, ...um, I have been feeling a little under the weather lately. I should, uh, I should go lay down!"
Blinking at the sudden change in dynamic, Kyoya smirked rather smugly at the way she tried to steer the conversation away from where he had intended it to go. Was she shy? It was not something he had expected from his fantasy woman, but then again, he supposed he had not originally expected for her to turn out to be an actual real life shrine maiden, either. He reached out his hand toward her, as he offered, "Allow me to assist you."
"Uh, no, that's okay!" she continued to laugh.
His eyes molten silver, Kyoya caught her eye when she looked back at him nervously and seemed to be unable to look away from the flickering light dancing across the surface. His hand still between them in a silent gesture, he whispered, "I'm certain I can help you with whatever you may need, Kagome." His fingers tilted a little in a beckoning motion, making her mouth fall back open into that little gasp he found himself fascinated by. "Anything you desire."
She sucked in a breath, her face the color of a tomato at the implication.
"I would be happy to oblige, my lady."
"I-I… Kyoya-san…!"
The Shadow King felt a twinge at the honorific she attached to his name.
"Excuse me!"
Then she fled, hiking up the edge of her luscious purple kimono patterned with black sakura blossoms, and Kyoya could do little more than watch her leave as she disappeared into the crowd. Allowing his hand to finally fall, he quickly loosened his glasses from his obi to slide them gingerly back up onto the bridge of his nose and into place. His smirk returned when he caught sight of her rushing back toward the house in the back, but not before taking a glance behind her to make certain she was not being followed.
He supposed, in that moment, it was better this way. After all, what fun would it be if he did not have to chase her even a little? A simple game of cat and mouse. A game he was certain to win given her reaction.
"Kyoya-senpai, did you know that girl?"
"Yeah, Kyoya-senpai! Who was she?"
Turning on his heel toward Haruhi and the twins, he quickly noted that Mori and Honey seemed to be attempting to cheer up a dramatically sulking Tamaki off to the side. He pushed his glasses up higher, as he smiled somewhat softly at the question. "Yes."
"Well, who was she?" the twins mimicked each other, both of them leaning heavily on Haruhi with devilish smiles at the look on the Shadow King's face. The girl between them only blinked, wondering at the slight change in his normally plastic smile.
"Kagome," he replied. His glasses flashed in the light. "I know her quite well, if you must know."
"She's very pretty, Kyoya-senpai."
Allowing a soft, amused sound to escape him, he glanced back toward where his mysterious woman had rushed off to. "She's lovely," he almost whispered, feeling the warm, lingering embrace snaking around his chest now that she was gone, and wondered if perhaps that was why she had turned so shy around him. Surely she felt it, too, if her flaming face was any indication.
"For a commoner," Hikaru muttered softly to Kaoru.
Haruhi smiled a little herself, clearly noticing something the twins had not as she bumped Hikaru underneath the ribs.
"Moooommmyy, tell Haruhi that I made her the best toro nagashi!"
Not even Tamaki could break the spell Kyoya found himself under, however, as he quietly began to calculate the best way to integrate himself into Higurashi Kagome's life. Having already attempted to go through her nonexistent records, he knew that the best possible way to find out all of her secrets was by asking the girl herself, and the soft, lingering scrape of nails against his skin told him that that would be the best way possible in the end.
His fantasy woman and her secrets.
What better game to play?
Note: Kagome's full name when written out derives from the characters for "evening" and a star shape, which can be interpreted to "Evening Star," i.e. the planet Venus, which so happens to be named after the Roman Goddess of love, beauty, desire, fertility, sex, prosperity and victory. I tried to incorporate all of these dimensions into this piece from this one neat little fact about our favorite heroine.
I may write a second part for this in which you get to see Kyoya's attempts at wooing his Venus, but for now it's only a one-shot while I skip off to write another piece I've been thinking about for the last several days.
! I-am-Anonymous-Trash was so lovely and drew art for this piece, and you should all look at it like right nooooowww on dA
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