Intangible
An Ouran High School Host Club Fic
Rating - T
Featuring - Kyoya because I like to get into his head
Pairing - Tamaki / Haruhi because they were simply meant to be
Disclaimers - Standard
Author's Notes - Holy shit! I did it, I graduated from college which means...work. Damn. Basically that translates to, "I don't know when I'll have time to write, so please be patient because updates will happen when they happen." Thanks to all who support this fic!
Dinner was a pleasant affair that Kyoya didn't want to end. Haruhi was silent at first, but after a little prodding, he was able to get her talking about her plans for after graduation. She had already applied to various colleges and universities, but ideally she was aiming for Tokyo University, the same school that her mother had gone to.
When dinner had finished, Haruhi set to work on the dishes and Kyoya took the opportunity to check on the storm. The thunder and lightening had passed, but it was still raining hard. He opened up the curtains and turned down the music further before joining Haruhi in the kitchen. "The storm has more or less passed," he told her as he leaned up against the counter.
"R-really?"
"Yes, the worst is over. It's just raining now."
"I see. Thank you for letting me come over," Haruhi said as she put the last glass into the dishwasher. "I suppose I should call a cab to take me home."
"Nonsense."
"Oh, you don't need to bother your driver on account of me."
"I wasn't going to. My father thought I was sick in the head for wanting to learn how to drive, but I find the independence worthwhile."
"Is that why you moved out?"
"Part of it. At any rate, I should take you home. I believe your clothes should be dry."
"Thank you, Kyoya-senpai. For everything."
"It was nothing," Kyoya said more for his benefit than for hers. "If I had left you alone, I'm afraid even I wouldn't be safe from Tamaki's wrath. That's all."
"I see," she said simply. Could she see how hard he was fighting himself? "Well then I'll get my clothes and change. Is it okay if I use your room?"
"That's fine," he said. As Haruhi headed down the hall towards the dryer and his bedroom, he went the entry hall and slipped on a pair of flip-flops and grabbed his keys from the little hanging rack by the door. Sighing as he waited, he looked out on the city. The lights of the city glittered through the droplets of water on the glass, making the image surreal.
"Wow," Haruhi said in awe as she looked out the picture windows. "That's an incredible view."
She wasn't wearing her uniform seeing as it was Sunday and classes weren't in session. She wore a pair of jeans and tee shirt; no doubt that Ranka had wound up shopping in the boys section again. Even though Haruhi was wearing boys clothing, there was something that was feminine about her. Something that had been making Tamaki hot and bothered since she had first stumbled into Third Music Room. Shaking off the strange feeling she was giving him, Kyoya opened the door and invited her through. "Shall we go?"
"Thank you again, Kyoya-senpai." She followed him to the garage where he led the way to a sleek black Lexus. The doors unlocked as they approached and Kyoya slid in and indicated for Haruhi to do the same. Pressing the button by the steering column, the engine started and Kyoya shifted into drive.
"What do you think?"
"I've never seen a car start without a key before."
"They joys of a keyless ignition. Quite brilliant, really. The car has every available feature. The console navigation system, wireless bluetooth technology, heated or cooled seats, a rearview camera, state of the art alarm system-"
"I get it, I get it!" Haruhi said with a light laugh. "Sheesh, boys and their toys."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"My father may be an okama, but he still gets all giddy over things like electronics and cars. We don't have a car, but Dad would love to get one like this. The leather interior is pretty nice, too."
"It is. Plus I can hook up my MP3 player to it."
Haruhi laughed again. Kyoya seemed inhuman at times because he held himself so aloof from the rest of the world, but even he could act like a normal person. He had the radio switched on to a classical music station, much like he had on at his apartment. She supposed that Kyoya wasn't the type to be into the more current stations, like NACK5 FM, but classical was classic so she really didn't mind.
Fifteen minutes later they arrived at her apartment. Kyoya got out and escorted her up to her apartment, knowing that it would have been wiser to actually stay in the car. At her door, he watched her fumble in her pockets for her keys while trying to manipulate the two bags she carried.
"Let me take those," he said, holding out his hand.
She blinked at him and cocked her head to the side. "Are you sure?"
"Would you rather I fished around your pockets for your keys?"
She glowered at him as she thrust the bags into his chest. "And I thought that the twins were the only ones who'd say something as stupid as that."
Kyoya smiled. "Yes, well I felt it was appropriate. I see that their mother has been playing dress up with you." He rocked the bags in his hand.
Haruhi finally managed to find her keys and pulled them from her pocket in triumph. Putting her house key into the lock she shrugged. "She's a good designer. She likes to give me clothes, but I don't know why. They're gifts so I don't want to be rude and decline them, even if I hardly wear them."
Typical Haruhi not to be concerned about fashion, even if wearing the Hitachiin label would do wonders for her closet. "So obviously this isn't the first batch."
"She likes me to model clothes for her. I end up at her boutique in Harajuku at least once every two weeks, usually with Hikaru and Kaoru dragging me in."
"How typical," Kyoya noted. Haruhi was not a Harajuku Girl – period. "Well, Haruhi, I suppose this is good night. Take care."
"Thanks for everything tonight, Kyoya-senpai."
Kyoya's mouth twitched up slightly. "Oh, not a problem. If Tamaki had found out I had done nothing, like I said before, I would feel his wrath."
"I still don't believe that you're afraid of Tamaki."
Laughing lightly, Kyoya bent down so that he was face to face with Haruhi. "I lose a major connection if I make him mad. It is in my best interest to keep him happy with me at all times."
Sighing, Haruhi rolled her eyes. "I still don't believe that you maintain your 'associations' with everyone from the Host Club just because you have something material to gain. You hide behind that, but I think you value the friendships, the human to human interaction."
So Haruhi was one of those, was she? One of those who could see right though him, just like Tamaki could. Really, they were made for each other. That didn't change the fact that he was in love with her though. Leaning in closer, Kyoya gently brushed his lips against Haruhi's. "Don't assume so much," he said after.
Under the porch light, a slight blush rose on Haruhi's cheeks. "K-Kyoya-senpai," she stammered.
"Something wrong?"
"I just, well…"
Kyoya raised an eyebrow in anticipation. "Well what?"
"Never mind. It's stupid." Haruhi began to open her door.
"You're in love with Tamaki?"
She froze and then slowly turned to look at Kyoya, who was looking at her with a cool yet knowing gaze. "What?"
"I could tell, at his grandmother's memorial service. Something had changed between you two. It was like all of a sudden he wasn't just this idiot leader of yours. All of a sudden he was someone very important to you. Hikaru, Kaoru, Honey and Mori have all noticed as well."
"Kyoya-senpai," she started.
Placing a slender finger on her lips, he silenced her. "Don't worry about it. Everyone from Host Club cares about you. We worry when you're down; all we want to see is your smiling face. If Tamaki makes you happy-"
"Tamaki frustrates me," Haruhi said bluntly. "There are times when I don't know if I want to kiss him or kill him."
Kyoya laughed. "Most of the time I want to hit him. Listen carefully, Haruhi. Tamaki is an idiot. He doesn't give much thought to his own matters, that's why he always hid his affection for you behind the façade of 'father' and 'daughter.' The truth is that he's been in love with you from the first moment he found out that you are a girl and not a boy. I've known it the whole time, and so has Honey and Mori. The twins, well, it's hard to say what they know. Even I can't crack those two." Haruhi nodded in agreement. "At any rate, my point is that he does love you. He'll take good care of you."
"I don't want to be cared for," Haruhi said simply.
"Well, he'll also be by your side no matter what you decide to do with your life. He'll support you and tell you that you can do it even when you think it is impossible."
"Is that why you don't want to ruin your friendship with him?"
Ah, how very astute she was. Looking down on the street, he smiled. "You're right, Haruhi. Tamaki could tell that I wanted more that what a third son is promised. Tamaki could see it in my eyes that I wanted to be named the Ohtori heir. Tamaki could see what no one else could, until you. The fact of the matter is, Tamaki will stand by my side no matter what I decide to do. If I want to become the Ohtori heir, he will support me. If I decide to join the yakuza, he'd support me. No matter what I decided to do with my life, he'd be there by my side the whole time. Frankly, it was like that for the whole Host Club. We look out for one another and support each other no matter what we decide to do. You were completely right all those years ago when you said that I was searching for something intangible within the club. Perhaps I was too afraid to admit it at that point in my life, but I understand it now."
"That's good, Kyoya-senpai. I'm glad you're my friend," Haruhi said, smiling up at him. Oh for crying out loud! She had just said the dreaded phrase.
He turned back to face Haruhi with a small smile on his face. "Well, Haruhi, I'm glad that you're my friend too. I've been alone for most of my life. I'm not close to either of my brothers, and since my sister got married I only see her every once in a while. I don't think I realized how lonely my existence was until I graduated from high school. Without the club, I had nothing to occupy my time other than earning the right to be named the Ohtori heir. Spending time with Tamaki had taught me that there was more to life than being named the heir, but the fact of the matter is that I want to be the heir and show that a third son is just as good as a first son."
"That's a very noble aspiration, Kyoya-senpai. I think your father would be crazy if he didn't realize your potential."
"You and Tamaki are of the few who realize that, I think. If you think that Tamaki and I are like-minded, then I think you should know that both you and Tamaki are very open with how you feel. Tamaki wears his heart on his sleeve, and I have seen him hurt very badly. But he refuses to feel sorry for himself so he picks himself up, dusts himself off, and continues down the road, wherever it may lead." Looking at his watch, Kyoya sighed. "It's late and you have school tomorrow. I'll be on my way. Good night, Haruhi."
"Good night, Kyoya," she said softly, dropping the "senpai." She entered her apartment and he was halfway to the stairs when the door clicked shut and the lights flickered on.
Walking back to his car, Kyoya sighed into the night. Now that the sky had cleared, the moon shone brightly overhead. Reaching for the door of his car, Kyoya suddenly found himself being pushed up against the vehicle as a thug grabbed him from behind and held him immobile.
Oh yes, I am the Queen of the evil cliffhangers. Who would dare accost our dear Kyoya? And where the heck are his personal bodyguards? (On vacation, apparently...)
Anyway, I had to put in a little Kyoya/Haruhi fanservice, no matter how brief it turned out to be. I also know that I had Haruhi say the dreaded "F" word - friend - (I know what you were thinking you bad, bad readers!) which basically means that's how she sees Kyoya, and perhaps that's how she's always seen him. And I figured out that as I was writing the last chapter that I never specified just what was in Haruhi's bags. Remember how badly the Twins' mother wants to play dress-up with Haruhi, I figured the contents of the bags would be clothing and that they were all made specifically for Haruhi - even if she doesn't wear them.
As for Kyoya's car, I based it off of my dad's Lexus (which I got to drive, video of me driving it is on YouTube my username is tsubasanomegami, and I swear, that really is me driving). It's a nice car and while I could never afford one in a million years, I really liked driving it.
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