Pairing: KyouyaxHaruhi
Rating: eto...PG. Nothing serious in this chapter.
Written for: the sake of writing (and because I like fluff...LOTS and LOTS of KyouxHaru fluff 3)
Dedicated to: FRoP Fandubs (I know...FRoP subs, dubs, and much more...they're so talented xD)
Warning: Beware of OOCness and just general suckage. And again, not BETA'd...sorry for little mistakes here and there /
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran or any of its characters. They belong only to the great Bisco Hatori-sama (and BONES)...if I did, I would've died and gone to heaven xP
Kimi no Koe
By, Yue Guang Kuroneko
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Chapter Five:
Kyouya cursed at the twins when they called out her name; although, he couldn't help but feel a bit thankful for their timing. What the hell was he doing, wanting to kiss her? If they truly kissed, where would they go then? Would they be dating? Or was it just a kiss? With Haruhi, he wasn't quite sure what would come after an innocent kiss.
"Kaoru? Hikaru?" Haruhi asked, looking not at all surprised.
"What are you two doing here?" Kaoru asked they reached them, panting heavily. "I didn't expect you two to be here at a public park."
"We could say the same for you," Haruhi spoke. "What are you two here for?"
"Tono called us up this morning and demanded that we wake up and join him and his fiancée for brunch," Hikaru replied with a sigh.
"Eh? Really?" Haruhi smiled. "And what about Hunny-senpai and Mori-senpai?"
"They're getting ice cream from the vendor," Kaoru pointed in their direction. Kyouya could make out Hunny's short stature and Mori's towering one next to a smiling man, handing out ice cream cones. He never could understand Hunny's obsessive nature about his sweets—not to mention that the past loli-shota host was still as cute as ever in his twenties.
"IT'S KYOU-CHAN AND HARU-CHAN!" Hunny's high-pitched voice carried over to them.
Kyouya retreated a bit as the bunny-loving boy and the silent man reunited with Haruhi with warmth and smiles and an explosion of questions (on Hunny's part, of course.) He caught sight of Tamaki and his fiancée (whose name he could not recall) walking in their direction and felt only a bit irritated that their date—no, their appointment—was ruined by the presence of others.
The passing of dark clouds mirrored his mood quite accurately.
As they all chattered with (and harassed) Haruhi, Kyouya seated himself underneath a nearby tree and watched indolently. It was strange, he had to admit to himself; he's never felt so idle before. He was always busy doing something, whether it was keeping track of all the finances of the Host Club or taking down notes for future reference or working himself to death, trying to surpass his brothers. But he sat here now, nothing at hand, and his mind calm for once. Of course, he was still feeling irritated, but he could easily suppress that.
He was changing, he knew. Or perhaps he had already changed before meeting up with Haruhi again? It wasn't in his nature to beat one of Haruhi's admirers with a punch—he was never a very physical person. If it had been the "Shadow King" of the Host Club days, he would've threatened the boy, done extensive research on him, and blackmailed him or something of the sort, but instead, he did what Tamaki would have done: punched his lights out. Was it Haruhi who invoked that protective nature that is, supposedly, in every man's personality? Or was it some other reason that he cannot yet define?
He frowned only slightly at his thoughts.
"Kyouya! You haven't met my fiancée yet, have you?" Tamaki's boisterous voice reached his ears and he glanced over at the group, replacing the mask of the Shadow King that everyone knew so well.
"Hello," The girl smiled at him amiably. "I'm Komatsu Akiko."
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Kyouya stood and greeted her properly. "I am Ootori Kyouya."
"Come join us for brunch!" Tamaki was saying to the others.
"Are you accompanying us as well, Ootori-san?" Akiko asked him in her rather gentle voice.
Kyouya glanced over at Haruhi and their eyes met. Haruhi's eyes widened a bit before smiling and rejecting Tamaki's warm invitation with a: "Oh, no…I have plans later. I'm sorry."
A warm feeling could be felt inside his chest and he looked away from Haruhi to the still-smiling Akiko. Akiko was common with long, black hair and large, brown eyes with a gentle sparkle within its chocolate depths, but somehow, she lacked something. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but she was nothing like Haruhi.
Why am I comparing her to Haruhi? Kyouya wondered, glancing over at the slightly irritated Haruhi who was trying to pull a weeping Tamaki off her leg. That's right; she's the only commoner I know.
"I regretfully decline your invitation," Kyouya replied to Akiko's question. "I have some things to attend to today."
"I see," Akiko looked truly disappointed. "I hope to get to know you more later on, I suppose."
"AKIKO! It's time for brunch!" Tamaki called out gaily. "And you guys are coming with us!"
Kyouya watched as Tamaki herded up the rest of them and ushered them into the waiting limo outside of the gates.
"It's lunchtime already, tono!" was the last thing that could be heard before they were whisked into the limo and driving away at top speed
"Shall we go?" He heard Haruhi say from behind him.
He turned and met her expectant gaze before offering a small smile, not wanting to admit just how happy he felt to be standing next to her without anybody else. It was just him and Haruhi and he felt relaxed and strangely at ease.
As they walked out of the park slowly (they weren't in a hurry after all), Kyouya recalled the day he spent with Haruhi at the commoner's mall. The only reason he had ended up there was due to Tamaki's meddling, but for once, Kyouya could say that it had been a rather good day. Haruhi was certainly perceptive that day but…
Kyouya caught sight of a group of teenage boys, skating around on skateboards wildly in their direction. One of the boys wasn't paying attention and fell off the skateboard, sending it flying through the air. Through instinct, he wrapped an arm around Haruhi's waist, pulling her into his body just as a skateboard flew through the air and landed right where Haruhi was previously standing.
"SORRY!" The boy yelled out at them as he ran after the disappearing skateboard.
Kyouya shook his head at the commoner. If he had done that when he was younger, he surely would have been scolded harshly for the lack of manners and grace.
"K-Kyouya-senpai," Haruhi murmured beneath his chin.
"My apologies," Kyouya quickly let her go, feeling slightly discomfited. "That was inappropriate of me."
"No, no," Haruhi shook her head. "I meant to say thank you."
Kyouya gave a small chuckle. Of course Haruhi meant to say thank you. She was not the type to get flustered over am embrace, especially if it was not an intimate embrace and was meant to protect her.
He continued to walk, not seeing the small, light blush that crept over Haruhi's cheeks.
With the weather slowly darkening because of clouds overhead, the temperature cooled and the breeze turned a little less than playful, Kyouya took a deep breath of the faint rain-scented air. He had always liked rain; whenever it rained, he didn't feel the loneliness of being rich.
"Where would you like to dine, Haruhi?" He asked her, glancing at her.
He raised an eyebrow as Haruhi stopped in her tracks as if frozen. In the distance, he heard the loud rumble of thunder and he turned to Haruhi once more. She looked as if she was a child scared witless after watching their first horror movie.
This is a problem, he thought to himself.
"Come along," Kyouya held out his hand to her for the second time that day.
"Eh?" Haruhi managed to utter before freezing up once more.
"Come along," He repeated evenly.
After giving him a nervous glance, Haruhi hesitantly took his hand and he felt her hand shake as the low rumble of thunder came closer. He closed his fingers over hers and began to walk out of the park and back to Haruhi's apartment complex where his black car still sat, all the while giving her intermittent glances to make sure that she was okay.
By the time they reached her apartment, rain was already descending heavily and the sound of thunder was beginning to strengthen. Haruhi could barely pull out her keys at this point and Kyouya quickly seized her keys. He sensed her fear increase as a flash of lightning lit up the dark corridor and she slid to the floor. He deftly opened the door and picked up her shaking figure.
When he had lifted her from the ground, Haruhi immediately pressed her face into his shoulder, hands clutching at his jacket shakily. Kyouya glanced down at her with an emotionless expression before entering the apartment and ungracefully kicking off his shoes. He continued to the couch on his right and began to place her down on it but found that she wouldn't let him go, as if he was her lifesaver during a storm out at sea and letting him go would only mean death. Sighing, he lifted her back up and proceeded to shut every window, close each and every one of the cotton blinds, and turn on every light in the apartment.
It took a while because every time the thunder sounded, Haruhi would tighten her grip on his turtleneck and holding a frightened girl and closing the blinds at the same time was difficult. When he was finished, he returned to the couch and sat down. He glimpsed over at Haruhi, who had her eyes closed tightly.
A flash of lightening and a boom of thunder, Haruhi whimpered, burying her face at the crook of his neck, seeking solace.
Kyouya shrugged off his jacket with a bit of difficulty so that he could place the jacket over her shoulders. Her shoulders were thin—has she been eating properly? Was she taking care of herself well?
As he held her, Kyouya realized just how feminine she was. There was no doubt she was like this in high school but Kyouya never really took the time to observe her—to really observe the enigmatic Fujioka Haruhi.
That night in his bedroom at the beach was as close as they had physically gotten and even then, he never truly noticed just how small she was. He remembered her thin wrists as he held her down on the bed but as a man controlling teenage hormones (whether he was attracted to her or not) that was as far as he noticed. Now that he actually held her in his arms, he began to see things he never saw before, and felt emotions that he wasn't even aware he had to begin with.
Another crash of thunder and Haruhi literally jumped in his arms. He wrapped his arms around her gently and with a hand, pressed her head down on his shoulder.
"Don't listen to it," He said quietly.
Haruhi didn't reply and he didn't expect one from her, especially not in her condition. Instead, he relaxed his body and leaned back into the softness of the commoner couch. The material of the couch was horrible, but somehow, he found that it was the least of his worries. He actually felt comfortable in his seat, but he wasn't sure whether it was the seat itself that was comfortable or whether it was because he was holding Haruhi in his arms.
She stiffened as another crash of lightning could be heard. Kyouya idly ran a hand through her hair to calm her down, and noted the silkiness and luster of her hair. After a moment's thinking, he knew now that Haruhi was changing him.
Ootori Kyouya was best known for his manipulative nature, but now…he felt as if he could no longer manipulate anyone, nor had he any reason to. However, Ootori Kyouya without his calculating nature was no longer Ootori Kyouya, but a stranger. He knew he could still pull back and resume his nature through hard work and concentration, but he wasn't sure he wanted to. And that was going to be his downfall, wasn't it?
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Author's Note: NOW THEN! I didn't expect to get chapter five out so quickly. I was estimating another week or so (because school is starting for me in two days --) but look! It's out! I'm so proud of myself. This chapter was based solely on fluff and I'm so sorry if Kyouya and Haruhi seemed OOC, but I can't help it. I LIKE FLUFF BETWEEN THESE TWO! And fluff between these two mean OOC. I hope you all liked the fluff though xD
- "loli-shota" -- "loli" is the abbreviation of "lolita" which is a style similar to those of Victorian porcelain dolls. "shota" are those who designates a complex for young boys (0-17 years old.) In Ouran, it is used as someone who is extremely cute and looks younger than their age.
- "Komatsu Akiko" This is written in the Japanese form. Last name and then first name.
- "Ootori-san" The prefix -san is used for those who are not close to you and is unisex.
- "Kyouya-senpai" The prefix -senpai is used for those higher than you. For example, an 8th grader would call an 11th grader "-senpai"
- "He remembered her thin wrists as he held her down on the bed" This is refering to the MANGA (volume 3, pages 52 and 53) and not the anime. In the manga, he holds her arms down and in the anime, he doesn't.
Feedback is really appreciated. Constructive criticism is also appreciated. Mean flames are retaliated with my evil dust kitties and their water furballs...so don't try them. You'll regret it. Really.
Thank you for reading!
