Thanks for your kind reviews and critiques from the last chapter! I've mentioned once before that I'm just basing this story off of my knowledge of the anime, so if you have any suggestions or ideas of how characters would act in certain situations, please tell me. I'm more than happy to make a few changes here and there if it makes the story more enjoyable. This is a learning process for me so don't be shy about critiques.
I'm an idiot!
Allyn ran out of Kyouya's room, shoving past Tamaki on the way.
Of course he likes her too! Everyone likes her.
She slammed her door shut and looked at the test clutched in her shaking hands. She stared at the score until the red letters were blurred and no longer legible. Lightning flashed and illuminated the room. A ground-shaking quake of thunder followed almost immediately and made Allyn's ears ring. She liked it. She let the ringing fill her head and delay the nasty thoughts rising in her like bile.
It was always about Haruhi. From the moment she joined the Host Club, Haruhi has been the center of their attention.
'Let's go to Haruhi's house!'
'Haruhi, you're so brave!'
'Haruhi, let us dress you up!'
'Haruhi, you're so cute!'
Haruhi was even the center of Allyn's thoughts more often than not. Always fantasizing about being born with that body and such natural charm. Nobody even batted an eyelash when Allyn dove in to save her. They were just so happy that they could continue idolizing they're precious Haruhi. They were elated at the possibility of Haruhi giving them her attention for just one more day. They were overjoyed at the possibility of Haruhi leaving Mori(a/n I keep forgetting to incorporate my other story into this, but Haruhi and Mori are dating haha) and choosing one of them to be with.
And now her own boyfriend was-
Speak of the devil.
Kyouya stood breathless at her door. "Allyn, I-"
"Save it!" She cut him off. The words came out before she had a chance to think. So many thoughts she had been beating down and suppressing began pouring out of her at once. "I know she's great and all, but why'd you have to pick her? And why now? Why not three months ago? Why did you make me fall for you and then do this? So many nights, I just crawl into bed and I- I cry because I'm not beautiful like her. I cry and I wonder why on earth you're doing this to me. You-you corner me in the kitchen and kiss me. You tell me you want to be with me, but I'm not allowed to tell my own parents that such a wonderful person thinks I'm special. Do you even think I'm special or is it just some kind of act? How many girls do you have prancing around Japan, thinking they're the most important girl in your life right now? Five? Ten?"
"None-I-"
"Is the whole school sneaking around with you after hours? Are you dating your personal shopper too? Well if I run into any of them, they're gonna be in for one hell of a shock. I'll make sure they know we're not special! We're just some dirty little secret you come running to when you want to have fun. When the rich boy gets bored and wants to play normal for a day, he just runs out and finds some poor, insecure girl who can't possibly have anything better to do. You spend all this time convincing me I'm beautiful, trying to build up some sense of security just so you can turn around and knock me back down again?! What do you want me to do, huh? You want me to come crawling back? Beg for you to give me a second chance?
"A second chance for what, Kyouya? I'm not going to put myself through this again, no matter how much fun I had. Especially not when I know for sure that I'm not special to you. I had my suspicions, yes, but for once I took a leap of faith! For once I believed that you weren't just saying things to be nice or-or to use me! Countless amounts of men and boys have come on to me, pretended to flirt and be interested, just because they wanted to 'try me out'. They wanted to use me just so they could have another story to tell with they're friends. 'Hey man, remember that time you got with the black girl?' Are you happy? I could have picked any one of them to trust and give myself to, but I picked you! I believed you, Kyouya. I believed your stupid little act and gave you everything you wanted for three months!"
Allyn looked at the floor, blinking the tears from her eyes. Her breathing was ragged and her throat raw from yelling. She thought back to that night a few weeks ago. Kyouya wrapped his arms around her while they relaxed on her bed. A movie was playing on her computer, but they weren't paying any attention to that.
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"The twins are planning a beach trip soon," Kyouya murmured in her ear. "We'll have a whole night together with no interruptions."
Allyn's heart raced. "A whole night? Should –um-Should I bring a few puzzles for us to do while we pass the time?"
"I know something we could do." Kyouya ran his hand over the small strip of skin exposed between Allyn's shirt and pajama bottoms. He kissed the spot where her neck and shoulder met, sending chills down her spine.
"Will you finally teach me how to play chess?" Allyn pulled down her shirt and looked at the time.
Nearly 12 AM? No wonder he's acting like this. Kyouya's family sent him out earlier that night to greet a new student who was flying from Wales. The student called Kyouya to let him know that, due to complications, his flight wouldn't be arriving until 4AM. Mr. Ootori told Kyouya to keep himself occupied while he waited, so Kyouya decided to spend his extra six hours in a bed with Allyn. She was more than surprised when he rang the doorbell so late, but he insisted that she keep her hair in pigtails and stay in her pajamas.
"You look positively darling," he'd assured her. But now, while he was kissing her neck and sneaking his fingers under the elastic band around her waist, she knew his real reason for having her keep them on.
Easy access.
"You know, maybe we should go make some food! Midnight pancakes are really the best kind of pancakes-" Allyn's rambling was cut off by Kyouya's lips on her own. She squeaked when he shoved her back onto the bed, using his body to pin her in place. Through wide, nervous eyes Kyouya's face had blurred and morphed into something unrecognizable. Some primal creature whose only desire at the moment was pinned beneath him. When he finally pulled back, Allyn was relieved to see her handsome prince again.
"Don't look so scared," he chuckled. "I was only teasing."
Allyn's face got hot. She pulled her shirt down again and scrambled into a sitting position, forcing Kyouya to move back into a sitting position as well. 'I-I wasn't scared," She muttered. "Just a little surprised is all. You don't normally kiss me like that."
"Hmm?" He had moved his attention to her computer and was typing away, trying to find a new movie to fill the silence. "How do you mean? The first time I kissed you like that, you really seemed to enjoy it."
"That's true . . . I just meant . . . what you were doing with your hands. You made it seem like you wanted to do more than just kiss."
What am I doing?! Why why why did I bring that up?!
Kyouya only glanced at Allyn before looking back at the screen. His glasses had a glare so she couldn't see his eyes. "Of course I wanted to do more than just kiss, I am a man after all."
"I-uh-um, maybe we-" He took her face in one hand and gave her a much softer, sweeter kiss than before.
"But I would never make do anything you didn't want to do."
"You wouldn't?" Allyn asked, breathless with gratitude.
"Of course not. What kind of person do you take me for?"
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"Well, almost everything. And I'm glad I didn't because now I know just what kind of person you are. You're the kind of person who'll just run off and find another lonely, broken girl to satisfy you. You'll treat us all like we're more important than the air you breathe, but when we don't put out, you'll just dispose of us like a spoiled little kid with an old toy. Just leave me alone, Kyouya. I don't ever want to speak to you again."
Allyn balled up the test she was so proud of only moments before and threw it at Kyouya's chest on her way out of the room. She needed to leave. She needed some air.
Hallways lined with doors and desks and lamps all blurred into one dark mess while she ran. Her heart pounded in her ears, more deafening than the thunder that shook the house. She tried to drown it all out with music, but nothing worked. He kept flashing to the front of her mind.
Her body felt lighter than it had in months. She finally gave a voice to so many doubts and fears that had been haunting her through the night. She should be happy not to have so many secrets so keep anymore. She should be glad that he exposed his true nature before she made a fool out of herself.
The house stretched endlessly in front of her, offering more turns to take and corridors to disturb. It was like a never ending bad dream. Allyn could feel something chasing her and her legs slowed down as a result. No. She wanted to run-to fly. What was stopping her? Why was she being chased when she finally told the truth? The truth is a good thing no matter how much it hurts.
When she turned the next corner, Allyn wanted to scream. It was a dead end. She pressed her palm flat against the wall and wished she could be with someone more like her. Someone with flaws, and a budget, and passion. Someone who would bother everyone around him because he just had to tell them about that adorable thing she did the other day. She wanted someone to hold her just for the sake of holding her and never let go.
Allyn's heart drummed so ferociously in her chest it hurt. Her head throbbed to the same rhythm and her stomach felt like it was imploding. She pivoted on her heel to go back-to tell someone she needed help-but the walls bounced and swayed in her vision. One long, menacing shadow stretched around the corner. Allyn felt like a little kid again, hiding in the corner, away from everyone else
Her new room upstairs was caked in dust and neglect. Mrs. Maruyama took Allyn's arm in her bony grip and practically dragged her there, suitcase in tow.
"That's where the hopeless kids go," one of the other girls said when Allyn went by. "Kids who will never be adopted."
No, she thought. Please, no. Don't touch me, I'll be good, I swear. I'll be pretty and polite and perfect so someone will want me, just please go away!
Allyn raised her arm as some kind of defense against the oncoming shadow. Black tendrils crept in to her vision as if the shadow was drawing them to it.
Then everything went black.
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Kyouya followed Allyn out of her room despite her obvious anger towards him. He thought of every time he'd ever been impulsive like this.
The first, when Suoh asked him to join that stupid club. Helping him start the Host Club was one of the best snap decisions he'd ever made.
The second was when he kissed Haruhi. Sure, she didn't fall for him like he thought she would, but it really helped him open his eyes. He didn't spend any more fruitless hours pining after her and actually got some work done. Plus, if he'd continued to long for only Haruhi, he would never have let Allyn into his heart.
Most of his recent impulses had to do with Allyn. Kissing her in the kitchen, pulling her to his limo in the rain, kissing her on their first date. None of his impulsive decisions thus far were bad. They all benefited him in some way.
So why did he have to go and mess that all up?
The snap decision he made to teach Haruhi a lesson was turning out to be quite possibly one of the worst mistakes he'd ever made. When it came to business ventures, Kyouya could see what the people around him would do before they even thought to do it. When it came to improving his social status, he was truly the best. Never a name or face forgotten, quick thinking and sliver tongued, and his good looks were like a cherry on top.
So why on earth did this blow up in his face? Why couldn't he have just let her vomit in his bathroom and told her to leave?
I've become too reckless.
When Kyouya rounded the final corner, he promised himself he would never gamble again, for the image at the end of the hall showed him the true price of his most recent wager.
A/N: OK this is just bleh. I reread the first chapter of this story and they are mediocre and wayyy too fast-paced. Thank you so much for reading this far and giving my story a chance to improve! I really hope I'm getting better with each chapter, but that's hard for me to judge. When I'm writing a chapter, it' my best work at the time, but looking back on it a few months later just makes me want to cringe my guts out haha
Oh, and I know how you guys love cliffhangers so here you go ;DDDDD