Uuuuuuuuuuuummmmmm…. Hi? Hey, yeah. I'm back. I'm here. Since our first chapter of the first story it's been a year. Wow that rhymed! I have lots of excuses….. None of which will help me gain back your love and respect! *throws long list out of the window* But after a three month (four month?) hiatus, I have returned! And am posting TWO new chapters instead of the usual one! Or trying to. Today's my birthday! I'm finally fifteen! And I've been writing the story of Haruhi and Takashi. They need their happiness soon…..
Warnings: This chapter has crack mixed into it. I really, really, REALLY wanted to break out of the serious hole I have dug this story into, just for a little while. So, Kyouya and most of the other Host Club members are throwing a party as means of distracting Tamaki and Anne-Sophie while….. Well you know what's going on. But yeah. Crack is definitely lining the edges of this story cake! Those who don't particularly enjoy crack, (I know it annoys me sometimes) bear with me. Serious snippets will be towards the end, involving our two main heroes! So the warnings are…..
Crack.
Nudity…. (aaaah nudity… So wonderful….)
And because in crack stories, characters tend to act a bit OOC, bear with the characters as they reach more *ahem* colorful aspects of their personalities. (AKA Silly, dramatic Kyouya, etc. etc.)
Welcome back!
The Only Exception
Of Glasses and Shot Glasses
Her violet eyes….So wide…So innocent….
So…..
Unfocused?
He watched as she jumped on to his couch. For anyone else, they'd be locked in the closet for a week with nothing but Tamaki for company. But for her….. The blonde loudly proclaimed herself the queen of octopus-cut weenies. He snickered into his bottle, eyes glazed over with alcohol. Octopus-cut weenies… He'd have to learn how to make them….
Her face…..So perfect…So angular….
So…..
Intoxicated?
Her antics reached new levels as she brought the chandelier down to climbing distance. He grimaced this time, wondering why he had ever installed that descending system in the first place. 'Leave it to her to figure out an insane use for it.' He thought. Yet oddly enough, he wasn't annoyed. It was oddly comical, watching her sit among the crystal while holding a bottle in her hand. Another drink of cheap American liquor disappeared into her mouth. She looked like the drunken goddess of America, beer at her lips and shiny objects all around her.
In response, he took a swig from his own bottle of vodka.
Fire, mind-numbing, euphoria-inducing fire, raced through his veins and he felt a smile creep onto his own lips at the sensation.
He wanted to….
Dance.
He shook his head a bit at that. 'What? Dance? Me?' Someone somewhere had found his stereo and secret collection of techno music and J-Pop. And it was echoing loudly throughout the house. And oddly enough, he wasn't annoyed. He was giggling loudly. 'I want to dance. To my music that someone has stolen from me.' He grinned at the two culprits lazily. Yet his eyes shifted hungrily back to the woman swinging from the chandelier, shrieking like a female Tarzan.
Her lips…
Wait, WHAT?
Kyouya's mind jerked to a halt.
Her eyes?
Her face?
Her lips?
The dark-haired man stopped with the bottle dangling precariously close to his lips. While his mind screamed for more, more of this deliciously addictive, mind-blowing liquid, he attempted to find a way through the haze. Him. Kyouya Ootori. Sitting in a lawn chair. A lawn chair. In his mansion. While he fantasized about his best friend's mother. As she swung from the ceiling upside-down in front of him in an inebriated state, none the less. Kyouya was shocked and slightly disgusted with himself.
More than a little peeved, he roughly set down the clear liquid, watching as it sloshed over the sides. What was going on? Why was there a lawn chair in his mansion? Why was there sand all over the living room? Who had brought in the Jacuzzi from his backyard? And why were Hikaru, Chikako, and Kaoru embedding plastic flamingoes into his carpet?
Kyouya felt a mounting migraine beginning in the corners of his mind.
- Ten minutes previously -
"Kyouya! Kyouuuuyaaaaaa!"
Said man stopped his conversation mid-sentence. "Did you hear that, Tamaki?" He inquired, turning his head towards the sound. As he was dully greeted by silence, he turned back to his companion. And face-palmed in exasperation. Not only was he covering for his best friend's/old crush's affair with a recently released attempted murderer, he had to deal with singing. Singing. It had been fine when Anne-Sophie was just singing along to her favorite 'RENT' songs, but now…. Kyouya felt the strong urge to hang himself from the chandelier. Coincidentally, it was the same chandelier that Anne-Sophie would be swinging from in ten minutes time.
"Tamaki." Tamaki's violet eyes were focusing on the screen, enthralled. He let out a giggle as Maureen flashed the camera, hands covering his mouth like a child's. "Tamaki." The music was beginning to take on a happy, upbeat, piano-like tone. Kyouya knew that if he didn't get his attention soon, he'd have to sit through seven minutes of 'La Vie Boheme'. And he was not about to do it again.
"Rene Tamaki Richard de Grantaine!"
"To days of-" The blonde stopped himself mid-verse. "Yes, Kyouya?" He inquired innocently, as if nothing had ever happened. His violet eyes were wide and naïve, and Kyouya doubted that he'd had any idea what he'd been saying at all this night. "What was I just talking about?" Tamaki pouted. "Finally finding a lady friend, getting a man friend, I don't know." The dark-haired man's glasses glinted evilly. "If anyone was looking for a man friend, it. Would. Be. You." He spoke the last words between gritted teeth.
He was as straight as a ruler, as straight as…..other straight things.
"Well, what about the one time you kissed me at the ball?" Tamaki inquired with a wail.
And with that, the two began to gossip like two old ladies.
"You'd had too much alcohol!" Kyouya told him sternly, glaring at the man pointedly.
"La vie Boheme!" Anne Sophie randomly inputted, ignoring the previous comments about her son kissing another man.
"I had three glasses of the American's chocolate cow milk!"
"Adult chocolate milk! Hikaru and Kaoru disguised it as regular milk to have sex with unsuspecting clients!"
"To dildos!" Apparently Anne-Sophie knew the entire song. Even the dirty bits.
"Huh. Well, did it work?"
"Of course not! They ended up having sex with each other!"
Tamaki gasped, eyes round. "So that's why they were limping?"
"To sodomy, it's between God and meeeeee!"
At this, Kyouya turned and gently put a restricting hand over Anne-Sophie's mouth.
"Anne-Sophie, we do not want to know about anal probing at this time." He whispered in her ear. The woman went very still all of a sudden. As Kyouya's hand withdrew from her mouth, she fell silent.
"Tamaki, when two men roughly go at it for the whole night, of course they'll be limping in the morning! And how do I know this?" Kyouya pressed on as Tamaki opened his mouth, "They called. In the middle of the night. And told me about it. While. It. Was. Happening." The former cool host shuddered as he remembered how the phrase 'Go Speed Racer, go!' was never the same for him ever again.
The doorbell rang loudly as another chorus of, "Kyouya, Kyoooouyaaa!" came from outside the manor. The man rose, looking at the two blondes in the living room. Both were stock-still, faces white and their spirits attempting to leave their bodies via their mouths. Kyouya smiled. And clapped his hands in a nostalgic, business-like way.
"You may recommence your singing!"
The two immediately snapped out of their trance, jumping in just in time to sing about muscle spasms, chiropractors, short careers, and eating disorders.
Kyouya's hand strayed to a full bottle of vodka as he meandered towards the door. It wasn't out of habit; God knows a man couldn't be a good doctor drunk, but… Somehow, he had a feeling that he would be in love with this beverage before the night ended.
Did I mention that Kyouya cannot handle alcohol very well?
Or rather, he cannot handle it at all?
Because as soon as the first drop touched his tongue, Kyouya became the happiest person alive.
Albeit the craziest.
Dear, faithful, story-starved readers, please bear with me while this story attempts to break through its' serious barrier, if but for a moment or so.
"I do NOT want to join your cult! God is not the man I want to marry, you bible-thumping sons of bitches!" (A/N: I'm not trying to offend anybody. Kyouya just seems like the type of man who would try to shoot the people who go door-to-door asking you to join their church…. -.- Or insult them profusely. While drunk. =D)
He glared at the trio of unknown people standing in his doorway.
The three redheads blinked as the light thrust its' harsh rays into their liquor-logged craniums.
"Kyouya-sempai…..?" Kaoru inquired, tilting his head.
"Have you already…..?" Hikaru took up where his twin left off, mirroring his action.
"Gotten drunk and started a party without us…?" Chikako finished, peeking up from behind the two's heads.
Kyouya looked at them blankly, bottle hanging loosely from his hand. A quarter of it was gone.
It was silent for a heartbeat.
"YOU COLD-HEARTED BASTARD!" The threesome suddenly yelped loudly before breaking down in tears.
"We thought you loved us, Kyouya-sempai!" Hikaru and Kaoru wailed loudly. "Tono said-" Chikako cried, knuckles rubbing her eyes, "He said that we were a FAMILYYYYYY!"
At the mention of the word 'family', a certain blonde perked up from his spot on the couch. "Maman, I'll be back in a moment." Anne-Sophie nodded absently, violet eyes glued to the television.
The scene outside was only growing more disturbing with each sentence uttered. Kyouya began laughing evilly at the trio outside his mansion crying loudly on the ground. "We decided to unadopt you! I don't want two brothers and a cousin who are horny for each other!" He pointed at them condemningly with a flourish, a cruel smile adorning his otherwise beautiful features.
"Kyouya…?"
Tamaki appeared in the doorway, a slightly concerned look on his face. "Kyouya, are you…?" He eyed the bottle in his friend's hand, before touching his face and turning it to the side. Dull, onyx eyes followed his every move as he went very quiet and stood still. "Drunk?" The blonde asked with an amused smirk. "Daddy, the kids want to have sex with each other!" Kyouya yelled, pointing at them and pouting. "And I don't want 'em any more." He added stubbornly, crossing his arms and staring at him with an indignant look in his eyes. "Yep, you're drunk." Tamaki giggled a little. He released Kyouya and turned to face Hikaru, Kaoru, and Chikako.
"Do you guys want to come in?" He said kindly to the three. Their fake tears stopped immediately, and they looked up at Tamaki with adoring eyes. All three nodded their heads very vigorously like bobbleheads. "But Daaaaddy…" Kyouya whimpered, wrapping his arms around Tamaki's waist as he placed his full dead weight on his friend. "They're gonna touch each other inappropriately!" Tamaki clung to the doorframe slightly in support. He eyed the trio warily. "Are you three going to have sex?" After hearing about what really happened that night at the ball, you could understand why Tamaki was a little more than reluctant to give them admission to the Ootori household.
All three of them slowly shook their heads back and forth in unison.
"No, but Hikaru wantsta have sex with me! I keep sayin' nope." Chikako giggled, lips popping on the 'P'. Hikaru blushed, face getting redder than it already was. "Nuh uh…." Kaoru remained silent, staring obediently up at Tamaki with a loopy smile on his face. "I wanna come inside and meet your momma!" He announced with a girlish giggle. "I've never met her before, Tamaki-sempai!" Out of the four drunken people Tamaki was currently faced with, Kaoru seemed the soberest. And indeed, as the two stared at each other, the younger Hitachiin twin winked at him devilishly.
Tamaki moved away from the foyer with difficulty, a completely snookered Kyouya still hanging on his hips.
"Welcome to the Ootori household!" He announced grandly with a flourish of his hands.
It was almost like the Host Club all over again.
With the somewhat minor exception that three of their members were drunk.
And two of them were having an affair.
And one had children, but hey.
It was kinda the same.
- Back to the present circumstances -
Kyouya raked a hand down his face in exasperation. Or maybe it was ecstasy, he wasn't quite sure. He was stuck in the middle of extreme anger and extreme immaturity. The dark-haired man was trying to decide which path to follow. On one hand, he had anger. Relishing in his friend's fear and befuddlement as he threw them out on their drunken asses into the warm night. And on the other, immaturity was doing a wild, reckless dance with fun and happiness as it joyfully stabbed his self-pride to death…
Both ideas seemed sooooo tempting, and Kyouya sighed once again into his bottle. It seemed his fingers had gripped it in his thinking. The man was just prying said appendages from it, when…
"Kyoooooooou-chan!"
Said alcoholic liquid was snatched from his hand.
"Wait who-what-where?" Kyouya's reaction time was a little delayed. He looked up in confusion just in time to see Anne-Sophie swing away on the chandelier, holding his booze. His vision went….
Purple.
Not a good sign…
All thoughts of rationality and self-pride flew out the window as Kyouya gave in to his inner, repressed child. "Anne-Sophie, you give that back right now!" He rose quickly, childishly stomping his foot in anger. His dark eyes fixed intently on the clear bottle hanging from her hands. It seemed to have slipped from his "water-logged" mind that he had been refusing the alcohol but mere moments ago.
The blonde swung back towards him again, rocking back and forth in ecstasy while shaking her head. The chandelier creaked a bit in protest, but held. Anne-Sophie flashed Kyouya a thousand-watt smile. A smile, he recalled dimly, passed down to her son. The smile was mischievous. "Nope, I want your alcohol and-" Her slim fingers reached out. They closed around his glasses.
And neatly plucked them off his face.
"Your spectacles Kyoooooooou-chaaaaaaaan!" Anne-Sophie sang as she swung away again. Placing them on her nose experimentally, the world got more blurry than it already was. She squealed girlishly. "Anne-Sophieeeeeee…." Kyouya whined, running under her, "I need those!" He ran into Tamaki in his blind and intoxicated state. "Tamaki! Your mom took my spectacles!" He grabbed his friend and yelled in his ear. "Your spectacles?" Tamaki asked back, bemused. "It's a fancy word for glasses!" Kyouya screamed, chasing off after his mother.
The cold, slimy vines of depression began to root themselves in his mind.
He had lasted for a while, being sober and pretending just like Kaoru. But eventually… his depression had been starting to eat at him. Never having sex with your wife, whom you thought loved you….? That was strenuous on a man. But thinking that she actually might not love you that way at all? That crushed you. And Tamaki was starting to feel pretty crushed.
I mean, he'd been a good husband, hadn't he? He had been faithful, loving, patient, caring, never doing one wrong thing he thought might damage the woman he was in love with. He had thought it was enough. But…. Apparently it wasn't enough anymore. Or had it ever been enough? God, his head hurt even without the hangover. Maybe drinking would help him forget? Just for a little while to forget that 'I have a case' was a lie? That 'I'm using the condo across town for a week for work' was a lie? Just lies and lies and lies spelling out the same words over and over?
"I don't love you anymore."
Tamaki could practically hear Haruhi's voice in his mind. That was probably how it was destined to end. How could he have been so blind, so ignorant? Supplying his wife with material needs and smothering happiness? How could anyone truly ever be happy with that kind of life? She was probably across town with Takashi right now, naked and…. He closed his eyes as he tried in vain to block out the picture. It was making him sick. Sick in his head… Sick in his mind…..
It was Kaoru who had finally convinced him to take the plunge. "Tamaki-sempai, you look like you need some drink in you." The twin sat down lightly next to him. "Cut the sempai crap, Kaoru." He muttered from between his fingers. "We both know you're not actually drunk." He added without looking up when Kaoru fell silent. "Actually….." Kaoru leaned back, resting his head against the couch. He could only feel the pressure change. And hear Kaoru's tone shift. "I've built a stupendous resistance to alcohol now."
He snickered darkly, cruelly. He lifted his head, blonde hair falling over his eyes. "The only way you could do that is by nearly killing yourself a lot of times due to alcohol poisoning, Kaoru." He looked over his long-time friend. "And you don't seem like the drinking type, my friend." At this, the corners of his mouth tilted upward ever so slightly.
Kaoru's eyes darkened.
The twin looked away in guilt, in shame, but mostly….. in pity.
"You didn't know, I suppose then."
"Hm?" He tilted his head back to Kaoru, as he had been watching Kyouya sit stiffly in a lawn chair, his friend's dark eyes staring into a huge bottle of vodka. He noticed Kaoru's eyes reflect hurt for an instant. Then, in a flash, it was gone. Buried just like everyone else's true emotions when they were around him. Did people really think him that fragile, that weak? Did they really believe that the only thing that he, Tamaki Suoh, felt was happiness all the time? That if he saw one, tiny, minute bit of unhappiness, of anger, of pain, that his whole world would completely shatter?
Tamaki felt his depression creeping in again. "Here, Tamaki." Kaoru pressed something cold and frosty into his slack palms. "This'll make everything feel right." The man's voice under toned, "For now." But of course, Tamaki being Tamaki, he failed to pick up the under tone. He was too busy looking at his mug. It was cool. It was inviting.
It was forgetting…
The King downed the chilly beverage quickly.
The warm, shallow tendrils of forget began to plant themselves in his head.
"Hey! Hey everybody!" Chikako climbed unsteadily on to a tabletop. "Kyouya! Cut the J-Pop, bitch!" She yelled, slopping some rum down her front. From the other side of the room, said bitch gave a jacked-up thumbs up, killing the radio. His glasses lay discarded on the floor not too far away. Anne-Sophie had dropped them and he had stepped on them in his blindness. The whole left side had been shattered uselessly. But, surprisingly, Kyouya had moved on right away. He had a whole room full of glasses…. You know, given that his glasses tended to explode in rage or whenever he went to the opera….
The silence was eerie. Anne-Sophie flipped upside-down, legs gripping the chandelier, blonde hair messy. Tamaki was snoring loudly on the couch. Hikaru was busily drawing a mustache and obscene words on his face as he slept. And Kaoru was watching her somewhat warily, not looking the least bit wasted. Chikako pointedly ignored him.
"Okay! We should play truth or dare!" She announced with a flourish of her arms. More liquid spilled on to the expensive Persian rugs. 'Eh, the maids'll clean it.' Chikako thought nonchalantly. A loud, drunken murmur of assent rippled through the small group. "Okaaaaaaaaaaay…." The red-haired woman looked around, green eyes assessing possible victims.
Hikaru….. nah, it'd be more fun to get him later…
Kaoru, maybe? That faggotty little punk, she wanted to humiliate him so bad….. But Hikaru would get pissed. And she was not about to miss out on amazing sex tonight just because Kaoru couldn't take a dare. Or a truth.
But Kyouya… Kyouya seemed like a pretty fun victim. This dude was a riot when drunk. The very best out of all the drunken men she'd ever conversed with. Chikako nodded happily. Oh the things she could do! A million dares ran through her devious brain, each one more humiliating than the last.
"Hey Kyouya, truth or dare?" Chikako asked with a smarmy smile.
The drunken bastard looked up at the blurry red-headed figure on his table, squinting as he did so. "Dare! Definitely dare!" He yelled at her, walking over. He tripped on an empty bottle and sprawled awkwardly in front of her. "Heeeeeeey…." Kyouya slurred, giggling. "There's a bottle here…" Chikako rolled her eyes.
"Kyouya, I dare you to make out with Anne-Sophie for thirty seconds!"
Kaoru took in a shocked breath.
Hikaru stopped writing on Tamaki, looking at his girlfriend with shocked golden eyes.
Anne-Sophie tilted her head curiously at the man on the floor, blonde hair fanning out on one side.
Kyouya looked thoughtfully up at the woman he had started developing a school boy crush on, apprehensive and a little worried.
And Tamaki, God bless his soul, woke up with an ungraceful snort, and said, "Heeeeeeeey….. Why did everybody get so quiet?"
Chikako laughed into her bottle of rum. Oh yeah, this was going to be a fun night.
- The next morning -
Takashi yawned, rubbing his eyes with one large hand. It was wet. Why was it wet? Slowly and sleepily, with mild confusion, he opened his silver eyes. And smiled softly as the odd picture that would be implanted into his mind forever.
The bathroom was very pretty, he'd give it that. The tiles were a calming blend of blues and greens, and the walls were painted to look like an ocean during a storm. Idly, Takashi wondered if coming in here calmed his lover or frightened her. Leave it to Tamaki to not pay attention to her needs. Takashi's eyes burned.
No, really. They were burning.
"Ow?" He rubbed one in evident confusion. The other hand was a little….trapped, to say the least. The burning promptly stopped. "Well, that was odd." Takashi murmured to himself. His back was a little uncomfortable, but he wasn't exactly about to get up and disturb the woman he loved. She looked too relaxed, so he didn't move. Instead Takashi settled for quietly watching her.
Her beautiful face was turned towards him with a peaceful smile. Her brown hair was floating a little in the bathwater. Takashi knew she'd be more than a little embarrassed when she woke up. More than a little. Her small chest was pressed to his, slender arms folded under it while she dozed comfortably. It wouldn't be the water part. Oh no. Takashi believed that it would be the naked part that really was going to embarrass Haruhi. After all, there was usually a sheet hiding them from each other the morning after, wasn't there?
But now he could quietly see her body in its' full, beautiful form as she slept on his chest.
"You're so beautiful, Haruhi. I like it when our mornings start off like this…. One of us waking up before the other, being able to watch the other sleep peacefully just for a little while. It's better like this, love." He looked out the window thoughtfully, serenely, hopefully. "I pray this becomes a permanent thing, and I'm not a deeply religious man….." His arm tightened around her. It would become permanent. It had to be. He didn't want to lose her again…
He loved her too much to leave, or be pushed away.
The fact that they were hip to hip, chest to chest was making itself known to Takashi. A light blush began to dust his face and his eyes burned again. He attempted to move the hand under Haruhi to rub said appendages in irritation. But only succeeded in grazing it across her…..ah…skin. His blushed increased tenfold as she moved in her sleep and quietly moaned.
"Haruhi? Love, are you awake?" He asked, grazing his hand over her once more. At this, her wriggles became more prominent, but she still wasn't fully awake yet. Takashi chuckled. This was going to be a fun way to wake her up. His hand moved again, more skillfully this time and more yearningly. Haruhi groaned again, this time sleepily opening one brown eye. "Takashi…..?" she murmured blearily, "What are you….." But his fingers grazed a more sensitive spot, and her words were cut off by a squeak. "Ah!" she said, blush adorning her cheeks. "You….bastard…!"
"Are you…doing what I think….you're doing….?" Haruhi ground out, half annoyed and half turned on. "It depends on what you think I'm doing." Takashi innocently said back, hand still trapped and still wandering. "You're…doing that thing!" she blushed harder, sitting up and covering her chest protectively with her hands. The action freed his hand and he stopped. "See? I wasn't doing a thing." He said calmly. "Liar!" Haruhi yelled, pointing an accusing finger at him. The action made one of her breasts come out, and she blushed fervently.
"You're so cute when you're embarrassed….." Takashi sat up, pulling her to his body with a deep chuckle. Haruhi squeaked as her legs moved on either side of his body. "I don't know why you get so embarrassed though, love." He continued, trying to ignore the warmth of her body around him. "I mean, we've already done it like twice- Shit!" Takashi clapped a hand to his now enflamed eye. "Takashi, what is it? What's wrong?" Haruhi asked instantaneously, slim hands flitting to cradle his face. "My eyes are just a little irritated, is all." He said, rubbing them harder than before. Geez, why were they burning so much?
"You should probably take your contacts out then, silly." She chided him, tilting his face to the side as she kissed his cheek. "Having them in for two straight days without resting your eyes isn't good for them." Takashi stuttered, looking at her with a look of disbelief and astonishment on his face. "I don't wear-What-That's ridiculous!" He argued indignantly. "Cut the pride act, dammit. You're in pain and it's bothering me." Haruhi's voice left no room for argument. Takashi sighed.
"Alright, but before I take them out, may I ask one thing?"
"Yes."
Takashi gave her a slightly reproachful look. "How did you know that I wore contacts?" Haruhi laughed, standing up and getting out of the bathtub. Still giggling, she pulled a white bathrobe over her figure before turning around to face him. "The last thing I heard that day Hikaru and Kaoru ran me out of the room to get changed was, "Mori-sempai! If you have extra disposable contact lenses, share them!"" (A/N: Look it up if you don't believe me. It's in the manga, which we all know is the real version of Ouran. The anime leaves out some things.) Haruhi pointed a finger at him dramatically. "And since that day, I've always been curious to see what you looked like…."
Takashi stood, long legs flipping over the tub without much effort. "Heh. I can't believe you remember something like that." He smiled at her softly. "I love you….." The tall man said matter-of-factly, getting out and hugging her to him. "Hey, put some clothes on!" Haruhi snapped all of a sudden, pushing him away rather roughly. Wild traces of a blush fluttered onto her face as she determinedly looked the other way.
Takashi was concerned. Momentarily forgetting about his burning eyes, he attempted to get close to her again. And was met with the same demands that he put on something to cover him. Once he had finally found a robe, he wound his arms carefully around her waist, settling his head on her shoulder. "Love, are you alright…?" Haruhi turned her head away childishly. "I'm fine." Her words were harsh. "Sure you are." He fired back, glaring at her. "Shit!" His hands went to his silver eyes as they began to water again in irritation. "Takashi…Take your contacts out already." Haruhi beckoned him down, and lightly kissed his forehead. "I wanna see you with glasses…" In response, he grabbed her small hands in his larger ones. "I know what you're doing. And you're not distracting me from this, Haruhi." He grazed his lips over her hands. "After my shower, we're going to talk, love."
"H-Hey! There's nothing to talk about!" Haruhi stammered. Takashi became more worried. Something was going on with her, and he would find out. It was time to get her out of her comfort zone. They had avoiding this conversation for most of this weekend. And today, they were going back to their everyday schedules, each one living a lie and trying to hide their obvious passion for the other. Takashi knew somewhere deep in his heart that if they didn't address these problems, they would fall through. Again.
And he was not about to lose her again.
He would never leave her again.
"No arguments." Takashi let his voice get firm. He knew it would bother her; he was never this direct with her. At least, he wasn't anymore. He used to be. And indeed, her brown eyes got wide in disbelief. And a little bit of discomfort. Haruhi sighed, pulling her hands slowly to cross her arms. "This is pointless." She muttered, directing her eyes to the tiles. Takashi turned around, heading towards the sink. "It's not, love. It's me trying to make this relationship work." At that, Haruhi could find nothing to say. She felt a little embarrassed. And so, upset and with her anxiety steadily rising, she left the room to cook something in the kitchen.
Takashi stared at his reflection with harsh judgment. It looked tired. And frightened. He frowned at it, watching as a little crease appeared between his eyebrows. The man rubbed the spot in irritation and sighed. Quickly and fluently, he pulled his lenses from his pupils. The itching in his eyes was quelled nearly instantaneously. It felt so much better…. Takashi tried not to let his mind wander as he looked out the window at the ocean. "Shower. I need to shower, and then talk to her." He raked a weary hand through his unruly black hair.
Once in the shower, he mentally reflected on what was bothering him.
'She's starting to pull away. Just a little. And it's worrying me. Does she think that this was all one giant mistake? Just an old romance she wanted to test out?' Takashi beat the side of the shower with a fist. 'Dammit, she can't do this. I can't lose her. And I'm sure she feels the same. Why else would we still feel this way? She can't just take away all of this happiness. We've worked too hard to get it back.' The tall man nodded to himself. She wouldn't destroy this. Whatever was bothering her, they'd work it out together. That's what people in relationships did. They each tried to help the other with whatever was ailing them or hurting them. It was apart of being in love.
Takashi marched out of the shower, shoulders square, face set.
They were going to talk this out.
It had been avoided much too long.
Meanwhile, Haruhi was quietly panicking.
How could she tell him…?
Oooooooo, what's going to happen? Angst, most likely. But hopefully nothing major. It depends on what mood is controlling me at the time. And what is the thrilling aftermath of the party? Did Anne-Sophie and Kyouya really make out? Hello, my dear readers.
So glad to be supplying you with your drug again.
- Bailey.
The new and improved fifteen-year old version!