My deepest apologizes for taking so long to update. I was in big mess with school related issues along with work. So I hope this chapter is to you liking. Thank you very much for all the wonderful reviews and I apologize with my miss spelling of "Senpai" thank you Ezri Candy for pointing it out .
Chapter Two
Walking down the deserted hallway, Haruhi was enthralled within another text book. Despite the lessons she had learned from her friends and the recent dream about her mother; she couldn't help but continue her goal that she had set out for herself.
Summer vacation had come and gone and she no longer wore her well fitted clothing and had her hair styled. Instead, she wore the male uniform the Host Club had purchased for her. It was still well fitted but to the untrained eye, which many girls had as they were being hosted by Haruhi, they assumed it was the feminine touch that mostly everyone in the Host Club had.
"Why are you two still following me?"
She asked, abruptly. Her pace had slowed down as she waited until the boys were right behind her.
Hikaru was the first to speak.
"Ne, Haruhi, already have your nose in a book?"
He asked, resting his chin on her shoulder as he peered over to see what she was reading.
Kaoru joined in, nuzzling her neck.
"You still have to tell us about your little one nighter with Kyouya."
Haruhi had no reaction to Kaoru's affection and decided not to respond to Hikaru's questions. She did stiffen immediately when Kaoru did mention 'one nighter'. Obviously she had not forgotten what had happened the night of the horrible thunderstorm.
The way her body was pressed up against Kyouya's. Their flesh molding together as one as they rocked together in perfect rhythm. His hot, wet kisses assaulting her baby flesh, as she mewled with every touch.
The way he held her hand as he entered for the first time and how he finished with her, lying on top of her. His sweaty brow resting on her right breast, listening together as their hearts slowly calmed down.
"Haruhi-chan! Hello?"
Haruhi shook her head, looking at the twins. She closed her book and stood, straight and tall at them. Her face held a serious expression which the twins were surprised to see.
"First, Hikaru, yes I do have my nose already in a book. Secondly, Kaoru, nothing happened with Kyouya-senpai and I. Stop getting this crazy idea and please can we just go to class, and Hikaru don't pass notes in today's history class."
She then quickly walked off, leaving the two twins dumbfounded and lost for words. Never had they ever seen Haruhi behave the way she just had. She always spoke in a harmonic, soothing voice on whatever subject, unless it related to Tamaki, which was understandable.
"Sorry your Majesty but she really isn't talking."
Hikaru spoke towards a large rolled up curtain. Haruhi obviously did not notice the pair of black shoes that were sticking out.
Tamaki stuck his head out. Messy blonde locks covered his visage as he glared at the twins.
"You two aren't trying hard enough! My little daughter was used by him!" He dramatically pointed down the hall indicating the classroom which Kyouya was currently in. He then held his hand to his face as over exaggerated tears flowed down his cheeks. "She's probably heartbroken by now."
The twins stared at him not sure how to react or what to say. True, the felt for their Lord but they also felt upset for themselves.
Ever since the night where Tamaki came running into their room, panting heavily. Uttering the words 'Haruhi, Kyouya and Bed' all in the same sentence they felt as if it was a personal blow to them. Especially Hikaru.
At first they thought Tamaki was over exaggerating and he just had happened to walk in at a bad time. They pointed out to Tamaki that Kyouya was still acting the same and nothing seemed to had happened. But, it was difficult to understand Kyouya since he always had an aura of coldness, blocking everyone from truly being able to read and understand him.
It was when they returned back to school, they began to have their doubts. Haruhi seemed more distant then them. She only seemed to be attended the Host Club to pay off her debt and she rarely spoke to any of them. She still had her cheerful attitude and little smart remarks here and there. The way she just acted, though, really got the twins questioning.
In unison they gave their Lord a reassuring pat on the back.
"I'm sorry my Lord but we should get going to class. We promise to keep an extra eye out for Haruhi. Ja ne"
Tamaki slumped down to the floor as he watched the twins enter their history class. He too had a class to go to but at this moment all he wanted to do was remain on the floor, staring mindless at things as he replayed the scene in his head.
"Ne, Kyouya do you have any cream my burn still-"
Tamaki stared, wide-eyed at the display before him. Kyouya, wearing only his pants had Haruhi wrapped tightly in his arms. Her face was burred in the crook of his neck, her body shaking.
Kyouya looked over to him and nodded to the nightstand where he kept his creams in the drawer.
Tamaki suddenly forgot about his burn and was unable to move.
"What did you do to Haruhi?" He asked as he quickly ran to her.
"Haruhi! Haruhi!"
He tried to pull her off of him but she wouldn't let go. He heard Kyouya hiss slightly as she dug her nails into his skin.
"Haruhi..."
"She's afraid of the thunder and lightening, idiot."
Kyouya stated.
Tamaki looked at Haruhi, then the small pile of clothing at the foot of the bed. Kyouya's boxers and Haruhi's undergarments. He then turned his gaze to the bed, where the sheets were wrinkled almost beyond ironing and a slight musk hung in the air which he couldn't pinpoint what it was.
"What really happened here?"
He growled slightly.
"Do I look that stupid?"
"T-Tamaki..."
Haruhi whispered, whimpering as another clash of thunder rang through the house.
"N-nothing happened between us. Please, stop yelling."
Tamaki stiffened, still looking at her. The tears flowing down her cheeks and her body shaking was enough for him.
"Gomen, Haruhi. Thanks for the cream Kyouya." He hissed, as if he was in utter defeat. He knew that Haruhi was too nice for her own good and wouldn't tell anyone if anyone else had done something bad to her.
As he walked away, he made a silent promise.
'Haruhi, I will find out what really happened here tonight. Don't you worry, you wont need to hide it any longer.'
"What are you doing on the floor?"
Tamaki looked up, staring directly at Kyouya.
"Kyouya..."
"Skipping class too, something bothering you?"
Kyouya still had this cold barrier around him that not even Tamaki's piercing gaze to shatter. He pushed his glasses towards his face, as he usually did when he began a conversation but he said nothing.
Tamaki got to him first.
"Tell me what did you do with Haruhi that night?"
Kyouya remained motionless, "I've told you already before, nothing. You know I don't get any merit points for sleeping with her."
Tamaki clenched his hands together. He knew he needed to keep his temper down. Seeing two Host Club members fighting would not be good for business. Instead he stood up, keeping a very safe distance from Kyouya.
"Maybe you don't care about the merit points anymore." He spat out, "Haruhi is a beautiful girl and perhaps being with her will just settle what ever you are missing."
Kyouya felt a little taken aback by all this. He knew the pressure that he had at home, being the youngest of the three boys, struggling to be the next successful heir to his father's business.
Shifting the small amount of books he had in his arms, he began to walk away.
"Class is going to let out soon and our guests will be expecting something special. Remember, don't be late this time."
Tamaki was unable to even get one syllable out before Kyouya was out of sight. He sighed in utter defeat as he dragged himself to the Host Club room.
Haruhi and the twins walked down the now cluttered hallway and to the room.
Haruhi had desperately tried to ignore the stares that the twins had been giving her all class and the many notes that came flying from both sides of her desk. All of them asking the same questions, which she politely replied 'None of your business.' She should've known from the moment she got herself into this mess there was no way that this could remain a secret. But so far, thanks to Kyouya's distance (which bothered her terrible) and Tamaki's dramatics, it was as if they were all acting out their roles from a soap opera.
Walking into the room, it was formally decorated as if it was a wedding. The twins knew this setting, for it was played out earlier this year but to Haruhi this was extremely foreign.
She saw Honey-Senpai jump up to Haruhi giving her a big hug.
"Haru-chan it's about time you got here. I love this setting! It's allot of fun." He jumped around excitedly. He was wearing a beautiful white kimono that had a cherry blossom pattern. It was quite large on him but it made him look simple adorable. His face was powdered white and the make up was done perfectly.
A perfect little bride, thought Haruhi smiling slightly. Just by hearing the theme she knew what she was in for. Probably each of the guests would act out a wedding scene with their favorite member. Which would leave them in awe and breathless, also probably by the looks of the kimono Honey-kun was wearing, it was being used as a simple advertisement. If the girls wanted they could probably purchase something similar, something only Kyouya would think of doing.
Honey was then followed by Mori who looked elegant in the male bridal style clothing that was picked out for him.
Haruhi was too busy looking at them two she didn't realize someone had touched her until she was being dragged off into the back room. She instantly turned around to find Kyouya in her face. She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks, as her heart began to beat a little faster.
"Hello, Kyouya-Senpai." She whispered feeling the heat emitting from his body. He was dressed in a simple black kimono but he hair was gelled a certain way and his eyes held a seductive gaze which she hoped, was only intended for her.
"Haruhi." He simple said.
He then went to the closest pulling out a baby blue kimono with larks printed on them. It seemed small in some areas that would bring out Haruhi's secret figure. As Haruhi ran her fingers over the fine material, she gasped. She felt as if she was stroking water. It felt so light and soft, she was afraid she was going to rip it.
"For you." Stated Kyouya.
Haruhi looked at him and smiled, nodded a thanks. She was still unable to speak. She grabbed the kimono gently and was about to go into the changing rooms, until Kyouya stopped her.
"Allow me."
Haruhi's eyes widened, "But Kyouya...everyone will see..."
Kyouya shook his head, "The guests have arrived, they will be too busy."
He then allowed his skilled hands to trail over Haruhi's body; to her heaving chest where he slowly unbuttoned her blazer, sliding it of with perfect grace.
He gently ran his hands over her clothed arms, sending electric waves of pleasure through her body. She allowed herself to slump onto Kyouya as he helped himself to a serving of Haruhi's beautiful skin. Kissing her neck softly, she could smell his sweet cologne that not even his customers would notice. His hot breath trailing over his neck, down to her sensitive spot on her collar bone.
"You still taste lovely." He breathed, unbuttoning her blouse.
Haruhi closed her eyes taking in the feeling. Her heart was beating at a fast race. Her breathing was now labored as she gripped onto the edge of the dressing table. At times she had to take small gasps because she had forgotten to breath.
Once her blouse was off, he made her turn around to face her. He smirked at what laid before him. He ran a soft, smooth hand through her locks as he pulled her into a deep kiss. He held her close, stroking the curve of her back, sucking the nectar from her lips. He then slowly moved away.
Haruhi whimpered, clinging onto him.
"No."
She murmured. Her lips still tingled from the kiss, it had been so long since she had been this intimate with him and she was only realizing the horrible side-effects. Her body ached with need for him, as she tried to keep a strong composure.
Kyouya smiled, kissing her on the forehead.
"I told you this was going to be difficult. It's not like I don't want more of this."
He glared towards the room where the guests awaited him
Haruhi nodded as she remembered that morning after her night with Kyouya.
Haruhi rubbed her eyes awake as she felt the sun's warm rays on her bare body. She snuggled closer to the warmth that laid next to her.
She was able to catch a glimpse at the time and realized that Kyouya would defiantly not be up this early in the morning. So, closing her eyes she tried to get back to sleep. But failed.
Instead, she quietly sat up, a sheet over her upper half as she got a better look at Kyouya. She didn't want to describe him as peaceful looking because with Kyouya, peaceful did not suite him. Instead she used 'content'. His facial features had a soft expression to them and he was breathing at a calm pace. She smiled as she gently moved a strand of hair from his face. His dark lashes (which she never noticed before) fluttered slightly but they did not open.
Pulling her knees to her chest; she began to replay what had happened the night before. She could not explain why so easily accepted herself to be drawn by Kyouya. The way she will fully submitted herself to him, but truthfully, she didn't regret it.
Kyouya showed her a side of him which no one ever saw. She felt special in a way. He knew that there was no points with sleeping with her but in her view, he looked beyond that and the way he held her after their second session of love making, she felt his love in some strange way.
"What are you doing up so early?"
Haruhi broke out of her trance as she looked down at Kyouya, who had his eyes partially opened.
She laid back down, kissing him gently on the nose.
"Thinking." She responded.
Kyouya smiled warmly at her, a smile that would be embedded in her memory for ever. He wrapped one arm around her, pulling her close.
"Sleep well?"
Haruhi nodded, she sighed gaily into his chest. Stroking his bare shoulders, she kissed the naked skin before her, feeling him shudder.
"Not now Haruhi."
He listened to the footsteps that were coming from the hall. From the sound it was no doubt the twins.
He kissed her deeply, never wishing to let her go but he knew they had to separate and soon.
Haruhi looked at him sadly, she didn't need him to tell her. The kiss explained it all.
"Kyouya...was this...was this a one-"
Kyouya kissed her, interrupting her. He pulled away shaking his head.
"No."
Was all he said.
Haruhi smiled, hugging him tightly. Moaning slightly at their warm bodies coming into contact. She stroked his soft hair, kissed his beautiful face and neck. All this time remaining close to him.
"School is going to be difficult. Do not forgot that you are still seen as a male." Kyouya unfortunately reminded her.
Haruhi nodded once again, as he felt him move away from her. He gently gave her her clothing as he put on his boxers and pants.
Haruhi knew that her fantasy world had disappeared and she had to be faced with reality again. She wanted to scream out to everyone on how she felt about Kyouya but she knew that, now, it was not possible, perhaps never.
Kyouya, leaned over kissing her on the forehead. He didn't tell her he loved her. That word had yet to be exchanged between them but she knew it had to be there. He smiled, pushing his glasses closer to his face.
"I'll see you at breakfast."
And he was out.
Kyouya had finally finished the final touches on Haruhi's outfit. Her hair was styled in a formal manner and she was given new hair ornaments which he mentioned she could keep. She felt a little uncomfortable about all these gifts but she knew there was no point in arguing.
Commenting on how beautiful she looked, he gently pushed her out the door. Giving her hand a quick squeeze, he allowed her to enter back into her role of being a male.
As he heard the girls squeal and immediately comment on how beautiful and feminine Haruhi look, he couldn't help but feel a stab of guilt and desire.
He wished he was able to parade Haruhi around with him, to show everyone how special she was. They came from different classes, though. These sort of things were a silent taboo which they had both broken but to him it was worth it more than anything.
As he too walked out to greet his guests, he saw Haruhi flash a quick wink at him as he settled down and put on his character mask. And as his usual guests surrounded him, just knowing that Haruhi was in the room, entertaining his guests was going to be on of the most difficult things he was ever faced with...that and his secret love for Haruhi.
Well that is the end of the chapter. I hope you guys like how it is going. Thank you so much once again for all the wonderful reviews. I will try to update within the next week or so. Thank you all for your patients and I hope you enjoy how it is going so far. I know that there isn't much of a plot yet but I thought I would give you all a nice little introduction to their relationship. And to the Haruhi Tamaki fans don't worry I haven't forgotten about you.