Thinking of You

Kyoya woke up at the sound of his alarm clock at 10AM. He groaned because in all honesty, he hadn't been able to sleep at all. He smiled bitterly at the knowing that whenever he had a sleepless night it almost always included either Tamaki or Haruhi. Of course, last night he had stayed up thinking about both. He still couldn't believe that Tamaki had done something so dishonorable. He shook his head at the stupidity of his Best Friend, but then there was Haruhi.

Haruhi.

He cocked his head to one side as he sat up. He remembered how when she had first stumbled into their room, he didn't have any type of feelings for her. Of course it may have helped that she had dressed like a really geeky boy, but as time progressed he developed feelings he'd never had before; feelings that a shadow king should never have. But of course, he was only able to realize his feelings when Tamaki had confessed to her and she'd accepted. It was then that he'd felt his feelings come to the surface, he felt a certain feeling of possession and need for her. Tamaki, the idiot, had made the first move; he'd beaten him to the punch.

Over time, due to the close friendship he shared with Tamaki, he was able to be close to her, but only as close as a friend could. He couldn't pass any boundaries for fear that he would need to distance himself forcefully; for fear that he would betray his best friend.

Getting up, he walked to his closet and got out black slacks, a white, crisp shirt and his black tie. Absently, he made a mental note to call on the couple to see what had happened after all.

That would need to happen later, though, since he had a meeting to go to.

"Kyoya," he heard. Looking up he saw the lean figure of his father standing in the doorway of his office. He stood and bowed.

"Hello Father," he greeted looking down at the paperwork he was filling out.

"I just stopped by to say that I was quite impressed, again, over your performance and insight during the board meeting," he commended.

Kyoya blinked and looked up at his father who stood awkwardly with his arms crossed. "Thank you father, I am merely doing my job," he said smoothly.

"Hmn," he nodded then stepped into the office and shut the door. "I also have something to tell you."

Kyoya raised an eyebrow.

"Suoh has just informed me in almost a panic that his son Tamaki has left."

Kyoyas head jerked up then adjusted his glasses to hide his surprise. "Oh is that so?"

"He accepted the job opening in France,… I thought you knew," his father stated in confusion.

Kyoya shook his head. "If you thought I knew then why are you telling me?" he inquired.

His father sighed. "Suoh has no idea what would've caused Tamaki to suddenly flee like that. He left late last night."

Kyoya stood and rubbed the bridge of his nose irritably. Either Tamaki told her and is running away from the pain of rejection (because Haruhi was not one to forgive something like that), or he was running away from the responsibility of telling her. He grabbed his suit jacket and cell phone.

Only one way to find out…

Haruhi rubbed the sleep from her eyes and yawned into her pillow. She snuggled back into the warmth of her blankets, but wondered why they weren't as warm as her body had expected them to be. Then she realized that there was a missing presence.

Tamaki was gone. He'd cheated. He'd betrayed her. They broke up. There had been tears. She'd kicked him out.

The events from last night suddenly attacked her and she felt a cold chill go down her back, but then she wondered: why had she woken up in the first place?

Knock, knock, knock.

She hurriedly went to the door and flung it open, sorry to keep her father standing outside for so long. Except, when she opened it, it wasn't her father that stood there, it was Kyoya and he looked a bit irritable.

Yikes.

"Kyoya," she said, sounding surprised.

"Haruhi," he greeted looking at her expectantly then lowering his eyes.

She looked down at what she was wearing. Her pajamas, er nightgown, which she'd hastily put on last night, was a modest one she'd say, nonetheless, it showed much of her shoulders and only went up to her knees. She blushed and invited him in, only to rush to the bedroom freshen up.

When she came back out, she had changed into some dark jeans and a white, fitted t-shirt, with her hair done in a ponytail, her choppy bangs swept over her forehead carelessly. She looked him up and down. "Were you at the office?"

"Hm? Yes, yes I was, I did mention I had a meeting."

"Uh-huh, you're right, you did." She sighed awkwardly, and then moved to the stove to prepare some tea. "So where is he?" she asked casually.

He seemed thrown off for a moment, which she congratulated herself on, then seemed to gather his bearings before he replied. "What do you mean?" he asked.

She turned to look at him. "Come off it. Whenever Tamaki and I get into a fight, you always show up, comfort me, act like the mediator, then everything turns back to normal. This time, though, I won't be swayed. He went much farther than a slip of the tongue."

Did he really act like that? He had no idea. He winced; he really was a big softie around Haruhi as the twins had teased. "So I'm guessing he confessed his wrongdoing?"

"You knew?"

"Hmn," he nodded. "He told me last night. I told him he needed to tell you soon, he said he didn't want to do it last night, but I'm guessing he did."

"The jerk," she mumbled.

"He left to France," he said and didn't look up to see the lift of her eyebrow. "That job offer? He took it. I just found out from my father that he left last night. The bastard… he didn't even tell me."

"You're too spoiled, Kyoya. You can't always know everything," she said with a hint of bitterness. She lifted the tea cups from the counter and set one in front of him.

"Haruhi," he placed a hand on hers. "Don't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault; Tamaki is an idiot and shouldn't have done what he did. I don't expect you to forgive him, but I just hope that this situation will become what it is: the past."

She nodded and withdrew her hand. They stayed silent for a while, until she spoke again. "Thank you, Kyoya," she said, looking into his eyes and he fought down the blush that threatened to surface.

"For what?"

She looked surprised. "Well, it sounds weird to say it like this, but you've always been my best friend. I know that I mostly hung out with Hikaru and Kaoru at school, Takashi and Honey were close friends, but they graduated too early, and, um, well Tamaki was my boyfriend, but you've always been the one I turn to in serious situations, or when I just need someone to be with… so thank you."

She smiled softly and he smiled back, and even through the irritation, bitterness and anger he felt towards this unfortunate situation, he couldn't help but feel a small glimmer of hope.

3 Months Later

Haruhi blinked at the sudden physical contact, her body molding into his perfectly. She smiled softly at the sound of his heartbeat, slow and welcoming, sounding like the person she knew so well. His arms wrapped around her waist, one hand resting in between her shoulder blades, and the other on the small of her back. Her nose against the base of his throat, she took in the scent of his skin and relished at the familiarity.

Tamaki had smelled the same, with the same cologne, but he'd also smelled of so many other things, like his pet dog and roses. Kyoya, though, he smelled like his own person, as if his own character created an aroma emanating from his skin giving her a sort of nostalgia feel.

He pulled away slightly and smiled softly at her, his onyx colored eyes staring into hers with gratitude.

"Arigatou, Kyoya-senpai," she said suddenly.

He shook his head, "No thank you, Haruhi," he pulled her to him again. "Thank you for accepting me."

1 Year Later

Haruhi sighed and closed her eyes with a small smile on her face.

"No peeking," her companion warned lowly.

"Or what?" she asked with a lift of her eyebrow.

"Do you really want to know?"

She winced and fought down the urge to clamp a hand over her neck where a particularly large hickey had once resided. "No," she said in irritation.

He laughed and shuffled around their bedroom for a minute before she felt his presence before her. Something heavy was placed in her lap and she scrunched up her eyebrows in confusion.

"Open."

She gasped, "My laptop! You found it?"

He smirked and raised his eyebrows. "Did I?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Did you purposely hide it so that we could go on that resort?!"

He shrugged and sat on their bed. "Maybe…"

"Ah I see… Well, I'm off to the library, I have to catch up on what I couldn't do." She turned and began to grab her keys and purse, but she felt slender arms wrap around her body and lock her arms at her sides.

In a brief, unwanted memory, she recalled how someone had done the exact same thing countless times. She felt as if she would turn around and see blond hair instead of black, violet eyes instead of onyx. She shook her head and turned in his arms.

"I thought we agreed to do dinner in thirty minutes with my father?" he asked lowly.

"Hmn, and I thought you told me you had no idea where my laptop was," she countered.

He bent his head to give her a brief kiss. "You were too busy, not having time for me anymore," he said almost in a pout. Almost. Kyoya did NOT pout or beg.

She laughed and he walked backwards until the back of his legs felt the bed, then he collapsed taking Haruhi with him. He smiled softly, content with just having her there beside him; his girlfriend… maybe soon to be fiancé.

He felt soft hands trail up his torso to his chest and he opened one eye at her curiously. "What are you doing?"

She ignored him, though and continued to stare at him, not really seeing him, as if she was trying to remember something, but he understood. Though it pained him to admit it, and although she would never admit it, he knew she had never gotten over her sudden break-up with Tamaki. He reached down to grab her hand and put it on his cheek, kissing her palm until she jumped and looked at him in amusement.

He sat up and opened his arms. "Come here."

She crawled towards him obediently and he quickly pulled her into his lap, she looked down and her eyes closed automatically. He frowned. "Haruhi… look at me."

Slowly she looked up at him, her cheeks reddened with shame. She had done it again: Envisioned Tamaki instead of Kyoya.

It wasn't that she didn't love Kyoya, because she did, she loved him more than anything and she felt like this was the greatest love she'd ever felt, but it was just something she couldn't explain. She'd mulled it over so many times, and yet she couldn't seem to grasp what the problem was.

Looking up at Kyoya it hit her. She had always compared Tamaki and Kyoya to each other. In everything they did, from their different professions to the way they made love to the way they talked, laughed, joked… She turned and felt the tears roll down her cheeks, and no matter how hard she tried they didn't stop. Kyoya stirred beside her and she looked up to find him staring up at her, and unconsciously she imagined violet instead of his onyx, she groaned and sobbed into her hands at the sudden disgust and hostility she felt towards herself.

She moved to get up, but Kyoya held fast to her wrist and in a sudden movement she was against his chest, his fingers raked through her long hair and he made soothing noises which did nothing to help her as she just imagined how Tamaki had once done the same for her. She hadn't gotten over him and it shocked her to realize how badly she had been since his sudden disappearance.

Why though?

She knew she loved Kyoya more, but maybe she had never allowed her heart to heal. She knew what her father would say; he would say that she needed closure; she needed to talk to him and settle this once and for all. The thing is, she hadn't heard, talked, or even seen Tamaki since that night. They had never really settled anything. In fact, the last words she had spoken to him were, 'Tamaki you should have lied,' of course why she would ever say that is completely beyond her.

Kyoya made circular motions on the brunettes back with his hand. "We can cancel with my father if you'd like," he murmured. "Let's stay home tomorrow."

"Huh? No, no," she wiped her tears with the heel of her hand. "You need to go to work…"

"I'm one of the most important people there, yes, but I can afford to take a day off and I'm sure I can arrange something for you at the University," he retorted.

He lifted her chin so that his eyes could stare into her wide eyed stare. "Stay," he whispered. "Do you really think the only reason we left to the resort was so I could spend more time with you? Though, that was a plus… It was so you could relax and unwind. Hunny-senpai's wedding is in one week, Saturday, and I don't want you to be overly stressed. I want you to have fun and enjoy it."

She smiled, tears still leaking out of the corner of her eyes and nodded. "Okay, but let's stay here, I don't want to go anywhere."

He nodded and bent his head to kiss her, she hesitated then allowed herself to lean in and her eyes closed. "Haruhi, let's try this… Open your eyes. It's me, not anyone else, just me," he leaned in again, keeping his eyes locked on hers. Slowly he leaned forward until she was pinned underneath him, he kissed he cheeks and her eyes, her nose and finally her mouth. He held her closer to his body, and for the first time in her mind there was nothing but Kyoya.

Hunny smiled at his reflection in the mirror, his teeth blindingly white, the exact same color as his suit and his blond hair the exact color as his tie. Takashi stood beside him and ruffled his hair affectionately. "I'm kind of nervous," he admitted to his friend.

Takashi smiled, "Hmmn, that's understandable."

"No," he shook his head. "Not about that," he turned towards the nearby window. "I mean about Tamaki and Haruhi. I don't want them to get back together in that way I just want everything to be normal again."

"Kyoya seems happy, but Haruhi is still hurting. This needs to be settled," he agreed.

"Hikaru, are you sure you're going to be alright?" Kaoru asked in concern as his brother clenched his hands into fists once more.

"I'm fine it's just that… He hurt her Kaoru… I wouldn't have done that, he got to have her and now Kyoya has her. But now, after everything, we're finally going to see that jerk again and I don't know if I won't hurt him! What if Haruhi gets hurt, either by Tono or Kyoya?!"

Kaoru smiled softly at his brother's outburst, "Haruhi's in a good place right now. You know Kyoya would never hurt her or allow her to be hurt."

"Yeah well that's what we thought about Tono… I-I can't see her cry again…" he said softly.

The car stopped and Hikaru ruffled his dark ash hair once more. "Just hold me back when we see him, because I don't think I'll be able to hold myself back," he muttered darkly.

Kaoru combed his much lighter hair with his fingers with a sigh, "That's what twins do."

Haruhi looked at herself in the floor-length mirror, her head cocked to one side as she scrutinized herself for flaws. She thought she had many; she was very self-conscious of herself, so she had chosen a dress that wouldn't bring so much attraction to her figure.

Of course, though, that hadn't worked out.

Kyoya looped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. "You look beautiful," he commented, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

She blushed and fingered the fringe on the little black dress she wore. It was sheer on top, stopping right before it reached her cleavage. The waist was fitted and brought out her chest area, and the hem stopped right before her knees. The hair in her ponytail was fun and wavy and her bangs were swept effortlessly across her forehead, accenting her sleek cheekbones and full, chocolate, brown eyes.

"I can't believe you did that," she muttered.

"What? I couldn't let you go in that brown, baggy mess. It can't even be considered a dress. Nordstrom looks much better on you," he said in appreciation. "Besides, the maids were getting antsy at not being able to help you get dressed at all, so in celebration of Hunny-senpai and his bride-to-be, I made an exception."

She scoffed and grabbed her purse to pull out her cell phone, lip gloss and comb, then turned to tuck the items into her lovers inside pockets. "Waste of money…" she murmured as she straightened his suit and tie, which she might add, he looked quite delectable in.

"Please believe me," he started, grasping her hands to kiss her palms. "When I say that what you just did was an absolute turn on."

Her eyes widened at the out-of-nowhere comment and then appeared confused. "What did I do?"

"Your reliance on me is amazingly charming," he said ignoring the question completely.

Realization dawned on her, "Oh you mean, making you carry my things? You're so weird…"

He kissed her mouth lightly, "And yet, you love me so."

She laughed lightly, "Yes, I love you so."

A/N: What do you think? Please tell me if someone is acting out of character because I will go and knock them upside the head until it's okay again.

P.S. In case you were wondering, yes, the first chapter was inspired by the song You Should Have Lied, by Stephanie Intoshand this chapter is inspired by Katy Perry's, Thinking of You.

Of course, the first makes sense, but this chapter really just meant that she wasn't exactly over the break-up and she still thought of him now and then when she was with Kyoya.

I also watched and loved the YouTube videos TheWriter made, entitled "You Should Have Lied" and "Thinking of You." Please watch as these videos also proved to be my inspirations.

watch? v=H6Zf1UOWtao - You Should Have Lied

watch?v=TzkRdTb5trU&list=UULZHVMpjjUlF0L8KZOyTsPQ&index=15&feature=plcp - Ouran - Thinking of You

Just erase the spaces, and if you're reading this TheWriter thanks so much!

Love! Kawaii! (o)

Indie!_!