Pairing: KyouyaxHaruhi
Rating: eto...PG. Nothing serious in this chapter.
Written for: my beloved tono x3
Dedicated to: Tamaki tono of the FRoP Forum. I love you, tono! Thank you so much for everything.
Warning: Beware of OOCness and just general suckage. And again, not BETA'd...sorry for little mistakes here and there. I just really wanted to release this chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran or any of its characters. They belong only to the great Bisco Hatori-sama (and BONES)...but if anyone can find anyone as remotely as sexy as Kyouya, please introduce him to me! xD
Kimi no Koe
By, Yue Guang Kuroneko
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When Kyouya pulled away from Haruhi—their lips reluctantly unlocking—he had to admit to himself that he was quite shocked with himself. He had told himself before, hadn't he? That he wasn't going to fall in love with Fujioka Haruhi? But as he began to recall the past years in that Third Music Room up until this very moment, he realized that something had grown. The seed that had begun their relationship didn't start off sprouting romance or anything even remotely intimate, so how did they end up here? How did he end up to entranced by her very essence?
Haruhi offered him a gentle smile, her cheeks slightly flushed.
Kyouya turned away from her smile, feeling rather (was he feeling shy?) uncomfortable and found a group of silent, wide-eyed, and open-mouthed figures staring at them in disbelief. After that short period of shock, the various faces changed into a variety of expressions.
Suou Tamaki and Fujioka Ranka had a look of absolute horror on their faces.
Haninozuka Mitsukuni wore a look of complete happiness; a wide grin spreading throughout his cute face.
Morinozuka Takashi offered him a small smile and nod.
The future Suou Akiko was silent, looking completely tranquil and smiling gently.
Hitachiin Kaoru was completely ignoring their situation and looking in his brother's direction with an expression of worry. And speaking of his brother…
Kyouya felt slightly taken aback as his onyx eyes met angry amber ones, fire secretly burning behind them. Of course, Hitachiin Hikaru was still very much in love with Haruhi. If he had remembered correctly from the small talk that he and Haruhi had over their first dinner date, Hikaru was the one who e-mailed her the most out of them all while he was studying aboard (and completely cut himself off from Japan.)
Hitachiin Hikaru looked absolutely livid. In fact, if he hadn't been a master of indifference, he would have feared the redhead's wrath like any normal man would.
It was obvious that Hikaru possessed extremely strong feelings for Haruhi. It wasn't because of the anger directed at him, but the clenching of Hikaru's fists as Haruhi placed a hand on his arm, drawing his attention away from the angry twin.
However, as he gazed down at her, he couldn't help but smile gently. She had an air that made him want to protect her and her entire being. It was rare for him to want to protect somebody other than himself but it was a refreshing change and he embraced it with (hidden) open arms.
He pushed away a lock of her hair as the breeze playfully blew past, mussing her hair, his knuckles brushing over her skin lightly.
"Thank you," Haruhi smiled up at him. She turned and eyed the group critically, "And what are you all doing here?"
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE WITH HIM, HARUHI?" Ranka and Tamaki exclaimed at the exact same time, pointing at him exaggeratedly.
Tamaki was then laying face-down on the ground milliseconds later, Akiko rushing to save him.
"Haruhi!" Ranka exclaimed, grabbing her shoulders. "Why didn't you tell me about Kyouya-kun!"
"I didn't find any reason to do so," Haruhi stated bluntly. "But why are you here, otou-san? You told me that you were busy today."
Ranka gave a laugh and gestured towards the group of men (and Akiko) behind Kyouya.
"We were planning on getting together for quite a while," Ranka explained, flipping his long hair over his shoulder. "But it seemed all of our schedules clashed with each others' and today was the only day free for all of us. I was going to have you join us, Haruhi, but I know how sensitive you are on this particular day."
"But you were here already, weren't you?" Haruhi asked him. "The other Narcissus…"
"I was here early this morning," Ranka admitted. "But they insisted on visiting your mother and I simply could not deny their request."
Kyouya watched as Haruhi gave an exasperated sigh at her father's horrible time management capabilities. Although Kyouya was quite sure that the father and daughter standing in front of him haven't seen each other for exactly a year, the familiarity and bond between them seemed to have grown even stronger than before. But what exactly does that say about his own family?
He hardly interacted with his father and talked even less with his brothers. The only family member he was never annoyed with was his sister, but she was married into the Shido family and therefore had nothing more to do with the Ootori name. As for his mother…
She had disappeared long before, so he couldn't remember even her scent or her smile. There was no image of her in his mind and though he knew he could easily find her with the resources he possessed, he didn't bother. Nothing would change if he found her and what would he gain from finding her? His father's irritation? He wasn't going to risk that—not now. Not when things have been progressing smoothly. He was not going to allow his hard work to go to waste.
"I think it's about time for lunch," Akiko announced, finishing up the bandaging of Tamaki's bruised head (courtesy of Ranka-san.) "Will you both be joining us?"
Kyouya raised an eyebrow as she smiled at Haruhi, keeping a careful eye on the sulking older Hitachiin twin. Akiko was a perspective person, he realized, but there was something missing from her gentle smile. Surely, something was troubling her, but it had nothing to do with him.
"Yes, join us! Join us! Join us!" Tamaki sparkled at them brightly and expectantly.
"Haru-chan! Come eat cake with us!" Hunny grinned at her cutely. "Kyou-chan too!"
"I really don't have the time to eat lunch with all of you," Haruhi stated, glancing at her watch. "I have class right after."
"But we haven't spent time with you in ages!" Kaoru argued, slinging a heavy arm around Hikaru's drooping shoulders. "Right, Hikaru?"
"Sure," Hikaru muttered, not bothering to say anything else.
After minutes of persuading Haruhi, she finally gave in with a delicate exhale of air. He admired her way of handling a large group of overexcited people (well, 'idiots' would be too strong of a word to describe them.)
When he first met her, he was quite sure that the boyish looking girl had absolutely no sense of femininity nor did she understand anything quite beyond her precious textbooks. But as he watched her, he felt something bind them together, or perhaps, he was bound to her. Yes, his eyes followed her up until the day he and Tamaki had graduated and then what happened? Why had he given up on her altogether?
Because she was far from reach, his mind whispered quietly, because she was perfect but that only created a barrier between the both of you. Perfection versus imperfection—someone as lowly as the third son of the Ootori family did not deserve her.
Kyouya shook the thought out of his head, grateful of the scarf that Haruhi had tied around his neck as the cool breeze strengthened.
"Let's eat!" Tamaki cheered, hooking his arm gaily in Akiko's, placing a chaste kiss at the top of her head. "We can all catch up with Haruhi and Ranka-san!"
Kyouya and Haruhi walked idly behind the loud chattering group, enjoying the bit of silence before they reached his car.
"Haruhi," Hikaru's voice spoke up. "Come ride with us in the limo."
Kyouya returned the heated glare impassively as Haruhi answered, "Thank you but I would prefer to ride with Kyouya."
He really couldn't help but smirk at Hikaru's rather shocked expression.
"We'll meet up with you at the restaurant then!" Kaoru hurriedly said with fake cheerfulness as he pulled Hikaru in the direction of Tamaki's limousine, which was conveniently parked the opposite of Kyouya's car.
They entered his car and he drove off to the destination that Tamaki had announced to practically half of the entire cemetery, the silence shared between him and Haruhi was refreshing after having to deal with constant noise and screeching made by their king.
After a while, they arrived at the restaurant only to be greeted by more noise.
Even though he hated to admit it, the day had passed by quickly and he enjoyed every moment of it simply because Haruhi was there. He did not join in on the festivities (not that he ever did when he was in the Host Club anyway) but watched Haruhi patiently deal with the twins and Tamaki with a bright smile. That alone made his day.
Hikaru offered to drive her home once their reunion was sadly over; however, Haruhi declined his invitation once again, glancing in his direction in secret. They said good-bye to the rest of them and he proceeded to drive her back to her apartment.
"Here," He handed her a folder.
"What is this?" Haruhi asked him, not bothering to open the folder.
"They're the notes that you were supposed to take in class today," He explained. "I had one of my servants take your notes for you."
"Thank you," Haruhi said after a long moment of silence. She glanced up at him through wide eyes. "When did you get the chance to…?"
While Haruhi, Akiko, and her father taught the Host Club how to play miniature golf, Kyouya had made a secret call to one of his servants, stating carefully to slip him the folder at the entrance of the miniature golf park.
"That's a secret," He spoke in his impassive voice.
"Would you like to come in?" Haruhi asked him, hugging the folder to her chest tightly.
"No, but thank you for the offer," He replied.
"All right," Haruhi smiled as she opened the door and let herself out, shutting the door behind her gently. "Good night."
He pulled away from the curb and began to drive away before suddenly feeling the urge just to catch one more glimpse of her and he turned back. Kyouya was surprised to find Haruhi still standing at the doors of her apartment complex, gazing in his direction. He parked and strolled up to her, their eyes holding each other's deeply. He caressed her cheek before he leaned down and took her lips gently with his.
"Good night," He murmured, pulling away. He placed a chaste kiss at her forehead and left her once more, this time resisting the urge to take up on her offer.
When he returned to his condo, there was a surprise waiting for him at his doorstep.
"Kyouya-senpai,"
He turned and found himself face-to-face with Hitachiin Hikaru, who seemed to be quaking with anger.
"Is there something I can do for you, Hikaru?" He asked, smirking lightly in the shadows.
"I'm not giving her up to you," Hikaru declared. "I'm going to be the one she gives her heart to!"
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Author's Note: I apologize for the unnecessary delay of releasing this chapter on my part! For those of you who were not aware that I was co-writing a fanfic with WraithR249-san...you do now. And that story has been taking up most of my time besides studying and homework. So obviously, Kimi no Koe hasn't been updated at all, but after a few days of Invisible, I went on a Kimi no Koe withdrawal. (Yes, that meant I stopped paying attention in class and started writing the chapter on paper...)
I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter--I had so much fun writing it! Although there may have been more OOCness as usual...-frowns- But that's okay. I like the fluff at the end! -fangirls-
- "Kyouya-kun," The suffix -kun is used for (in most cases) males.
- "Otou-san" means "father"
- "Ranka-san" The suffix -san is used for those who are not close to you and is unisex.
- "Haru-chan!" The suffix -chan is used for those either younger than you, or someone you are affectionately close to.
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!
