Pairing:
KyouyaxHaruhi
Rating: PG.
Written for: All of my
supporters. I would never have gone this far if it wasn't for you
guys!
Dedicated to: Two of the greatest teachers I know! (I
know they're never going to read this, but oh well!) Ms. Wong and
Mata-sensei…thank you so much for supporting me when I need it! I'm
not very talented, so I can't draw a pretty picture or anything,
but I can write so…
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)...all I own is the plot and my writing style. I'm just borrowing the characters for the time being. As for Akiko, she's my character! YAY! Something to call my own!
Kimi no Koe
By, Yue Guang Kuroneko
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Chapter Eleven:
"Haruhi-chan,"
Haruhi groaned lightly and pulled the covers over her head. Who on earth was crazy enough to be awake this early in the morning?
"Haruhi-chan," The voice repeated once more.
She snuggled deeper down into her covers, feeling warm and secure. This feeling was very familiar—it was addicting and it reminded her of someone. She smiled into her pillow and prepared to drift back asleep again.
"Haruhi-chan, wake up!" The voice tried again cheerfully, this time shaking her lightly.
"Nngh?" Haruhi replied sleepily, as she pushed the covers from her face, only to be greeted by a bright room. She shut her eyes tightly.
"Thank goodness," The voice said with slight relief. "If you woke up any later, you won't make it to any of your appointments."
"Appointments?" Haruhi inquired as her eyes inched open to take in the familiar face of Shido Fuyumi. "Shido-san!"
Haruhi sat up quickly in bed, her eyes wide. What in the world was Kyouya's older sister doing in her room? No, Haruhi shook her head, how in the world did she get inside her home in the first place?
"Good morning!" Fuyumi smiled brightly. "Now, get dressed, Haruhi-chan! We're going to miss your first appointment!"
"W-wait!" Haruhi called out to the woman who had already left the room. She sighed and muttered under her breath, "What appointment?"
"Your appointments for a makeover! A complete makeover!" Fuyumi called back into the room.
A makeover? Haruhi thought, feeling a sick feeling well up in her stomach.
"But of course," Fuyumi said, entering her room again, "you can't say anything to Kyouya-kun. He would be furious if he found me interfering."
"'Us', she meant," Another voice spoke up.
"Akiko-san?" Haruhi couldn't believe that two beautiful women were standing in her bedroom so early in the morning, and again, how did they get in?
"Come now!" Fuyumi clapped her hands excitedly. "We don't have any time to waste, Haruhi-chan!"
Haruhi groaned and groggily stepped out of her warm bed into the cool air. It was bad enough that Kyouya had sprung the question on her a week ago during one of their dinners about meeting his family and now she had to go through this?
"I really don't think this is necessary, Shido-san…" Haruhi said as she grabbed a sweater and a pair of jeans from her closet.
"Kyouya-kun is too stubborn," Fuyumi declared. "He said that he would rather have you meet father the way you are now, but it doesn't hurt to put in some extra effort!"
Haruhi smiled to herself as she closed the bathroom door at Fuyumi's words and began brushing her teeth. Kyouya would rather have her meet his father as she was? He had certainly acquired a bit too much confidence in her. There was no doubt that if Haruhi greeted his family normally, she would immediately be banned from seeing him again.
Her arm stopped its motion and she stared at herself in the mirror, her mouth filled with toothpaste. This was a strange sensation to her; this squeezing ache in her heart when she thought about being separated from him. Is this how other women felt when they were in love? Haruhi wasn't quite sure, considering she's never been in love before, but somehow she understood it. She wasn't the type of woman to go hysterical over a man, but there was a bubbling in her very being that made her feel quite aggrieved.
"Haruhi-chan? Are you ready?" Fuyumi knocked on the door gently.
Haruhi quickly spit out her toothpaste, gargled, and answered yes before quickly changing into her clothes and running a brush through her hair. She paused and took a strand of her brown hair, observing it carefully.
"Well," She sighed to herself, turning to open the door. "I can always cut it after the dinner."
Haruhi allowed herself to be dragged off to spa after spa and then salon after salon.
First they took her to a spa to soften her skin, and then to another for something else that Haruhi was not quite sure of, until her entire body felt like a prune. Then Akiko and Fuyumi took her to a salon to wash her hair, before going to another to trim it, and then another to style it. Just when the last pull of her hair had been pulled and Haruhi breathed a sigh of relief, Akiko rounded her up and stuffed her back into the limousine to get a manicure.
"I don't need a manicure!" Haruhi attempted to reason with them.
"Of course you do," Fuyumi waved a hand cheerfully. "A woman's hands are very important."
Haruhi sighed and turned back to Akiko, "Does anyone force you to do this too, Akiko-san?"
"No," Akiko smiled gently, folding her hands on her lap. "I prefer not to overindulge myself on materialistic needs and desires."
"Then why am I—,"
"Akiko-chan's situation differs from yours, Haruhi-chan," Fuyumi said seriously, crossing her legs gracefully. "While Tamaki-kun's father accepts Akiko-chan's commoner ways, my father has not yet met you and has a harsh view on the common society. The first impression is extremely important, Haruhi-chan. Please understand that."
"But…" Haruhi sighed, staring down at her hands.
There was nothing she could truly do about her hands, whether it went through all of this nonsense or not. She simply did not possess hands of a pampered princess. There were small scars from when she was learning to cook as a child, and they were rough from doing years of housework.
"When this is over, Fujioka-san," Akiko said, reaching over and placing a hand on Haruhi's, "and when Ootori-sama accepts you, then you may do whatever you wish. But just for today, why don't you enjoy the new experience of this new world?"
Fuyumi's phone rang and she picked it up with a smile, "Kyouya-kun!"
"Where is Haruhi, onee-san?" Kyouya's voice sounded deadly over the phone.
"Ah, Haruhi-chan?" Fuyumi gave her a small wink. "She's with me and Akiko-chan."
"Let me talk with her, onee-san," Kyouya requested.
"Here you go," Fuyumi handed her the phone. "Kyouya-kun seems very worried about you."
Haruhi took the phone and smiled into the phone, "Kyouya."
"Thank goodness," Kyouya said, a hint of relief could be heard in his voice. "Where are you?"
"I'm in Shido-san's limo with Akiko-san," Haruhi explained as she sat back in the leather cushions, feeling the tension in her shoulders melt away at the sound of his relaxing voice.
"Onee-san forced you to get a makeover, isn't that right?" Kyouya sounded a bit irritated.
"Yes," Haruhi answered truthfully.
Kyouya gave a sigh before saying lightly, "I wanted father to meet you as you are, Haruhi."
"Why?" Haruhi couldn't deny it. She was curious.
"That's irrelevant information," Kyouya stated. "I suppose I'm still picking you up at seven?"
"Yes," Haruhi answered, slightly disappointed that Kyouya would not tell her why he wanted her in her normal appearance.
"I'll see you then," Haruhi was prepared to hang up before, "Haruhi?"
"Eh?"
"It is because I wanted to show father how wonderful you were just as yourself," Kyouya said quietly. "I wanted him to see your beauty even without the pampering."
Before Haruhi could comment, Kyouya had hung up, causing the phone to revert back to its silent self. She handed the phone back to Fuyumi, her ears still ringing of his words. He had certainly become more open with her, revealing that warm person that had been frozen in a world of ice for far too long. It made the back of her heart warm.
"Let's work hard, Fujioka-san!"
Haruhi glanced up into Akiko's smiling face and agreed reluctantly. Akiko was right, of course, and so was Fuyumi. They were trying so hard to help her be accepted into the Ootori family, despite her lineage, and Kyouya was supporting her in his own way, adoring her commoner side and wanting his father to understand exactly why he did so.
When she had completed everything on Fuyumi's agenda, they returned her home only to tell her that there was one more thing that they needed to complete.
"What is it now?" Haruhi asked resignedly.
"We have to put on your dress," Fuyumi clapped her hands with excitement. "Oh, Haruhi-chan! It's beautiful! Kyouya-kun had chosen it at first glance!"
Kyouya chose it? Haruhi wondered as they entered her flat.
She was ushered towards her bedroom and when she entered, her eyes widened as she saw the dress laying daintily on her bed. Before she had any more time to admire it, she was forced into the dress before she could take in its beauty. It was made of soft silk in the color of palest cream, almost innocently white, but clearly not. Three inches of the bateau neckline was a nice, solid black color, contrasting to its overall beige. The bodice fit her comfortably—not too tight, but not too loose. At her waist was a belt of black silk, tied loosely so that it hung on her hips, held together by a crimson rose, and the ends of the belt fell elegantly from the flower. And from the slightly tightened waist, the silky material fell loosely to her ankles, the hem decorated with black.
"You're so beautiful, Fujioka-san!" Akiko's brown eyes were shining beautifully.
"We must put on the make-up!" Fuyumi glanced at the diamond-studded watch on her wrist.
"Shido-san," Haruhi said quietly. "Would it be all right if I didn't put on any?"
Fuyumi was silent before smiling gently and said, "Of course, Haruhi-chan."
Haruhi offered her a grateful smile and allowed Akiko to put on only a bit of gloss on her lips before heading for the door where black silk low heels waited patiently for her feet. As she slipped her feet into the heels, the doorbell rang and Haruhi opened the door to find Kyouya standing at her doorstep.
"Hello Haruhi," Kyouya said with a soft smile on his face as he took in her appearance.
"Kyouya," Haruhi greeted him with a smile in return.
"Shall we go?" Kyouya extended his hand out to her. "Onee-san and Akiko-san will be joining us at the mansion."
"That reminds me," Haruhi said thoughtfully as she took his offered hand. "How on earth did you two get in my apartment anyway?"
"Never underestimate an Ootori," Fuyumi laughed. "Now go! We'll catch up with you two with our significant others."
Haruhi gave a small laugh and followed Kyouya down to his limo.
"I would be driving," He murmured. "But father despises it when I drive myself."
Haruhi gripped his hand tightly, her eyes meeting his soulfully. He only gave her a smile and placed a soft, but reassuring, kiss on her forehead. She held his hand as they drove through the busy streets of Tokyo and as the mansion loomed up before them, she felt her heart pound furiously against her chest.
She was always a determined person and of all the obstacles she had defeated, this was one obstacle that will either make her the happiest woman on earth or ruin her life. And she was not going to allow this obstacle to ruin her life.
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Author's Note: I know NOTHING about makeovers. In fact, the only thing I know about make-up is chapstick and eyeliner. I don't even know much about nail polish except the fact that you paint them onto your nails and that's it. That's why I was extremely vague on the entire makeover process. I tried to research it, but the only things that came up were "Extreme Makeover Applicants!", "Plastic Surgery is 90 of All Makeovers!", and "Technology Makeovers!" etc. etc. -sigh- Who knew makeovers were such a pain to research? And if you couldn't tell, I'm kind of a tomboy '
Also, I hate wearing dresses, but I like looking at them. Despite that, I know nothing about dresses. So if my terminology is incorrect, I sincerely apologize. I did a lot of research on it.
I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I personally liked it, but…we all know how vain some authors are, right? -sweatdrop- And I was planning on releasing this on Tuesday because episode 26 is coming out that day and everyone will be sad and hopefully this chapter will cheer everyone up, but my friend is sad, so I decided to post this a tad bit earlier.
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"Haruhi-chan" The suffix -chan is used for those either
younger than you, or someone you are affectionately close to.
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"Shido-san!" The suffix -san is used for those who are not
close to you and is unisex.
- "Kyouya-kun!" The suffix
-kun is used for (in most cases) males.
-" Ootori-sama"
The suffix -sama is used as either "master" or "king"
by servants, or those of lower lineage/positions in society. However,
Akiko is referring to Kyouya and Fuyumi's father.
- "onee-san"
means "older sister"
- "bateau neckline" is a
neckline that travels straight across shoulders with a slight dip in
front
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!
