Chapter eight
**** This chapter has been changed (6/16/15)****
The Host Club were leaving Kyoya's summer house and going back home, they were going to travel by three limos, one would contain Mori and Hani as well as Tamaki in one while the twins rode in the second, and the last limo would have Kyoya and Haruhi. The club left the beach house around twelve and they would be getting back around three.
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Kyoya's limo
Haruhi sat on the opposite side of Kyoya, her back to where the driver was; she kept her head down looking at the floor. When the limo began to move forward, Kyoya leaned towards Haruhi and gently placed his hand under her chin and made her look up... but she averted her eyes away from him.
"Haruhi, look at me."
Haruhi looked at him with glazed eyes with her mask in place. Kyoya sighed.
"Haruhi, what's wrong with us? Why do we act the way we do?"
Haruhi's mask stayed in place but the glaze fell away from her eyes. "Because we have no other choice, we do this because we must. There is no alternate choice, no saving grace. We are who we are, because we can't be anything else then this. We are damned to live the life we live, we are our own gods."
Kyoya stroked her cheek with his thumb, "You're wrong you know, there can be a saving grace."
Haruhi's mask fell slightly then… "Not for me."
"Haruhi, what do you mean?"
Haruhi didn't respond
"Haruhi, please tell me…"
"What do you want me to say Kyoya? How tragic my life is? Or how I can't stand to live with the person who I've become? What do you want from me?"
"All I want is the truth."
Haruhi let out a bitter laugh. "Would you really like to know my truth?" Her eyes were dark and a fire danced within them.
"Yes." Kyoya's glasses blocked the view to his eyes with a glare.
"It's twisted."
"I don't care."
"Why do you want to know?" Haruhi asked darkly, a year of anger coming to the surface.
"I don't know why."
"Yes you do. Tell me Kyoya! Why do you care?" her voice didn't raise a fraction in sound, but to him it would have been better if she had. Her controlled emotions were unnerving him.
"I don't know!" Kyoya said, getting frustrated at himself as well as at her.
"Yes you do. Tell me why."
"I don't know!" he repeated.
"Why do you care?" Haruhi asked quietly, her voice dropping as well as her eyes. "Tell me the truth.
"Because I can't help but to care, I'm in love with you Haruhi. Can't you see that?" Kyoya shouted then he regained his composer and continued. "You are my saving grace Haruhi, you're everything to me."
A single tear began to fall from her eyes before she brushed it away. Kyoya pulled her to him and into a hug. Haruhi rested her on his chest while salient tears fell from her eyes. They stayed like that for a long time, until Haruhi's tear ran out. She pulled away from him and looked up at him. Kyoya stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry." He said quietly as ran his hand though her hair.
"Why?"
"It seems I've done nothing but hurt you."
"It's not you who has hurt me, Kyoya…"
"Then who was it?"
Haruhi once again didn't respond.
"Haruhi, tell me the story?" Kyoya pulled her closer and she snuggled close to him.
"I was ten when my mom died and my father took it really hard. He spent a lot of his time drinking and gambling, and he got himself into a really high debt with the bank, and they threatened to take away the apartment. So he sold me to a Yakuza family to pay off the debt he owed to the bank, and the family then gave me to their middle son as a charge. He was fifth teen at the time. He was nice; he was friend and my shelter." Haruhi stopped and looked up at Kyoya. "I lived with them, they let me go to school; and I stayed with the son at night and never told anyone. And I was happy and safe. He was my shelter, I trusted him." Haruhi stopped talking and closed her eyes as if reminiscing. "I was with them for four years." Haruhi stopped talking and buried her face in his chest. Kyoya felt no tears from her, she was still and he could barely fell the rise and fall of her chest when she took a breath.
"Haruhi, did he…?"
Her only response was a shake of the head no and the continuation of her silence. Kyoya breathed a sigh of relief; then asked, "Haruhi what happened?"
"He spoke words of love to me every now and then, and no one else would harm me." She had stopped and looked out the window "He was all I knew really, I slept in his room until I turned twelve, I ate beside him, lived with him. He was my teacher and my friend. His family took care of me, drove me to school, and all the while he helped me study to get me ahead in school. He was my rock."
"Do you love him?"
"I don't know. As I said he was my rock. No one ever cared for me like he did."
"What happened to him?"
"He turned nineteen, and they made him leave." Sadness filled her voice then. "When he left, they took me back to my father's. That was two years ago. I haven't seen or heard from him sense."
"Haruhi?"
Kyoya took her face in his hands and lightly kissed her lips, Haruhi froze; Kyoya pulled away from her.
"I wish you would let me try."
"I can't do that."
Kyoya sighed "I still want to try."
"I know."
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A/n: I've done a major change to this chapter. And I know that Haruhi's mom died when she was 5 or 6… and she is 16 in this story. But other than that I hoped you guys still like this chapter.
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