(A/N: Hello my lovely readers. Yes, I love you, too. ;) Just letting you know that I am STILL open to questions. I LOVE questions. It makes me think, and boy how I love to think! So, any questions about anything? Don't hold back, seriously. All help is appriciated.)

SIX

Cursing the Rain

We discovered that I locked myself out. I left my house keys on my bedside table, and I didn't feel like calling a servant. Too embarrassing. So' Kyoya offered to take me to his place. Dry clothes, place to rest, food, entertainment. I refused at first, but after a quick kiss on the cheek, I changed my mind.

Half an hour later, a clean, dry t-shirt of Kyoya's fell onto my shoulders, and the rest of my clothes (my jeans and t-shirt ended up getting wet anyway) were hung up in the bathroom. It was kind of awkward, considering that the shorts he gave me fit, but my underpants got wet, too. Those shorts were pretty thin. He assured me they didn't fit him and I could have them.

Once I changed and exited the bathroom, he had snacks all set up and a stack of movies in front of the TV. Some of the, were chick flicks (wow... he sure does do his research on girls), some of them were horror, and some of them were action-drama-romance-comedy. "Well, are you entertaining me?" I asked, as he laid out the movies in front of his kick-ass flat screen TV, and waved me over.

"No. I'm simply passing time."

"How much?" I asked, checking the clock, "It's only two, and I don't have to be home until seven. We can't just watch movies the whole time, and I still have homework to do."

"Well, I suppose we'll have to do more then just watch movies." I looked at him, shocked, scared of his meaning, "I promise not that." he assured me once he saw my expression.

"Good."

"We will start with a movie. A movie of your choice." he gestured at the boxes in front of him. "Mademoiselle."

So, I ventured forward. Man, for being the manliest guy I know (other then Morinozuka Sempai) who I can tell is straight, he has some pretty girly chick flicks in here. They must be his sister's. "I promise all of them have Japanese subtitles." he said, once I realized all of them were American. Well, except for the three Death Note movies.

There was Death Note, Hello Dolly, Wimbledon, Tron, Sherlock Holmes, Big Trouble in Little China, Paranormal Activity, Lord of the Rings, most of the Harry Potter's (I told him that one weekend, soon, once the seventh one is out, in a couple of months, that we'll have to have a marathon of Harry Potter. He didn't object.) the Gerard Butler version of Phantom of the Opera, That Thing You Do, and several episodes of Star Trek. From several different series. Enterprise, Deep Space Nine, Voyager, The Next Generation, you name it.

So, being the nerd I was, I decided on Star Trek: DS9. "Interesting choice." Kyoya said, his eyebrows raising, "Not many people would choose that." I laughed as I sat down on the couch while he started it.

"I'm not 'many people' I guess."

"Obviously." he said, sitting next to me.

We watched quite a few episodes of Star Trek DS9. Then we threw in Big Trouble in Little China. Best. Movie. Ever. It was so good, it was awful. Like, THE cheesiest thing in the history of the world. Oh, when it ended, Kyoya and I (it was his first time seeing it, too. He had just gotten it.) sat there for a moment as the credits ran.

We looked at each other, back at the screen, at each other. Then we burst out laughing. I threw back my head, laughing so hard I knew I was going to get hiccups. I fell lightly into Kyoya, loosing my balance from not paying attention to where my body was, and Kyoya fell into me. After a few minutes, the laughing died down. I hiccuped. We laughed for another few minutes. "God, that movie was awful." I said as I wiped at the tears in my eyes.

"It was." Kyoya chuckled, laying his arm on me.

At the same time, we realized where we were laying. My head was resting on his leg, my hand on his knee, and now his arm was draped across me. I looked behind me at him, and he was looking at me, suddenly realizing it, too. There was a moment as we just looked at each other, comprehending it. I sat up, hic. "Sorry." I blushed, "My hic bad..." I trailed off. Hic.

He handed me a glass of water from the table. "Drink this as fast as you can then hold your breath and count to thirty." I looked over at him with a look like Seriously? He nodded. So, I did and was cured. It's insane how easily hiccups are cured. I had to laugh again, but then I stopped. I didn't want to get hiccups again. "I noticed the only part you couldn't watch was the sewer scene." Kyoya said very forwardly. I suppose that was his type. "May I ask why."

"I-it's just a phobia of mine." I said, turning so I could pull my knees to my chest.

"Sewers?"

"No... water deeper then a bathtub. I mean, I suppose a hot tub is okay, but it just... freaks me out. I've never been able to go on a boat. I've always been scared of it. I don't know why."

"Nothing happened in your past."

"No. Nothing I can remember. I've asked my parents, but they don't know."

"I guess it's just a fear, then."

"That's the way I see it." I said.

It was funny. It was like I'd never kissed him. Like I'd never been such an idiot. Despite that, I found myself staring at his lips, wishing I could be an idiot again. I sighed and checked the clock behind me. "I have to be home in about forty five minutes." I said, turning back to Kyoya.

"Why did you tell me your greatest fear?" Kyoya asked, looking right in my eye.

"I don't know." I shrugged, "You asked, I answered."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes, I suppose. Why?"

"Who else knows of your fear?"

"Not too many people. Haruhi, my parents, my brother, you..." I tried to think of anyone else who knew it.

"Demi..." he trailed off, "Why would you trust me?"

"Why not?" I stated.

"Trust shouldn't be given out that easily."

"You earned yours, too." I assured him, gently touching his shoulder, "Do you trust me?"

"I've trusted you since day one." he said, "If I didn't I wouldn't have let you stitch up my arm."

"Why?"

"You have to trust a doctor."

"For all you know, I could have just been a fangirl, lovesick over you."

"But I'd only seen you once before several months ago."

"Why do we trust each other, then?" I asked, standing up, "All I did was tell you what my phobia was. And besides, it's not like I have anyone else to tell, so it's not a big deal. It's not like anyone goes around asking what I'm afraid of anyway." Kyoya was silent, staring at me. "I don't feel like questioning trust right now. You're my friend."

"Friend?" Kyoya stood up, towering over me.

"Well, I would assume so. I mean, look at this afternoon. It was practically rejection. We're friends." I insisted.

"It wasn't refusal."

"Well, you didn't kiss me back, either."

"What if I kiss back now. What then?" Is he going to kiss me?

"I don't know." I said. Part of me wished he would, but another was perfectly fine without being kissed, "You'll have to kiss me back for me to know."

"Demiya, I'm not that kind of guy."

"And I'm not the kind of girl to make the first move. This is out of character for both of us." I said, stepping into his bubble, therefore putting him into mine.

"Demi-" I stopped him with the look on my face. Are you going to do it or not?

Ha ha... just a little closer. First real kiss is a...

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Homework. I didn't get it done, and now it's Sunday evening, and I have nothing written. This has never happened to me before. I needed help, but the only person I could call, I didn't feel like calling. I'd just seen him yesterday, I'd kissed him, and then we'd barely kissed a moment later because Tamaki called Kyoya to talk about club stuff, so I went home.

Guess who didn't get kissed. Right... me.

Anyway, he was super smart, and wasn't busy today, so I could call him... I feel like I've been spending too much time with him and the boys then Sakura. She's been busy anyway. She's older then me by a few years, so she's working on getting into college.

I looked at the book in front of me, not really knowing what to write. I can't seem to find anyone who interests me too much. I tried for a few hours, writing a few lines of a paragraph before I gave in. "Listen." I said into the phone, rolling onto my back and propping my feet up on my headboard, "I need help. I haven't written anything good. However, we can't talk about feelings, or try to kiss, or you know, anything of that sort. I just need help. Maybe for someone to write it for me, I dunno. I just need help."

"Well, I suppose I could be there in about twenty minutes. Can you hold off until then?"

"I think I can." I said.

Luckily, I believe my parents are at work. They could be back soon, but I can never be sure. I sighed, dropping my phone onto the bed. I looked over by the clock. Those twenty minutes went by slower then a snail. However, he was right on time. Not a second late. "Thank you, sempai." I said, pulling him inside, "You don't know how much I'm greatful to you right now." We started up the stairs towards my bedroom, "Now, my dad could be home in either five minutes or five hours, you never know, and I'm not allowed to have boys over, so you have to be prepared to hide at any time."

"Why did you call me over then?"

"Because. We couldn't get this done over the phone, Sakura is just getting home from the Bahama's, and Haruhi is busy tonight. I couldn't call anyone else."

"Your brother?"

"Asleep. He had a tough day at school today."

"Well, let's get to studying, then." he said as we entered my room.

"Let's."

So, we studied. I actually got it mostly done. I finished the first draft, and wrote half of the second half before I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Headlights. Oh shit. "Kyoya, you have to hide in the closet." I said, turning to him. He looked at me like I was crazy. "Sempai, my father is home."

In seconds, Kyoya was in my closet, and I was in a t-shirt and shorts, bra still on for the boys' sake. Something my father didn't like, but it was all I could find before my father knocked on my bedroom door. "Is your homework done, Demiya?"

"Almost, daddy. It's on it's way to being done." It wasn't exactly a lie.

"Would you mind putting it off for a couple of minutes? I'd like to talk to you." he opened the door as I sat down on my bed.

"What about?"

"Just... would you come to my office in a minute. Once you've changed into a nightgown." See. I told you. He always wanted me to be a lady and dress accordingly so. Sometimes jean were okay, but not too often. He even allowed those skimpy clothes, not that I ever wore them. I just happen to know that anything that will show I'm a girl is okay.

"Why?"

"Just be there in seven minutes." my dad closed the door and I waited until his footsteps got far enough away to hurry over to the closet. I opened the door.

"Stay right here." I said, "I'll be back so we can finish the paper so don't leave, alright?"

"Okay." he said coolly and sat back.

I pulled a nightgown from the shelf and pushed the door closed. I barely heard the two halves of the latch touching, but not connecting. However, in my rush to get changed and to my fathers office, I didn't think much of it.

I pulled my t-shirt over my head and slid the shorts off. Then, in one motion I slid the light, blue silk fabric over my head, letting it fall into place, going down to my knees. I pulled a light robe over it as well, being decent for my fathers sake. As I slipped back on my house shoes, I called, "Seriously, DON'T leave."

So, with that, I ventured down the hallway. I was thankful all of the lights were on, because I would probably panic if it wasn't. Even in my own house. It's creepy in here when the lights are off. All of the strange shadows...

Anyway, I ventured up the stairs and ran down the rest of the way to my fathers office. I lightly knocked and pushed open the door. He was waiting for me. "Demiya, sit down, would you?" he asked from the couch on the side of the room, avoiding the huge intimidating desk on the far end of the room. This couch in the corner with the coffee table in front of it made that side more homely. Especially knowing that on the other side, behind a bunch of books, there's a flat screen TV. Daddy and I would sit up into all hours of the night watching Star Trek, or some anime. Oh the memories in this room.

I sat down next to my father, and then noticed what was on the table in front of me. A bottle of wine and two of our most ornate glasses. I knew that story. Dad only uses them for special occasions because he used them in way to propose to mom. "Waiting for someone?" I asked.

"Just you." Dad said, pouring us each a glass. Occasionally, during an important client dinner, and Shou Souta and I would be present, our parents would allow us to drink just a few sips of wine. This time, Dad gave me a little more then usual.

"Dad?" I asked cautiously, as he handed me my glass.

"I have something to say, and I have a feeling you'll need it to help you sleep." he said like it was obvious.

"But, Dad... I'm not even supposed to be drinking. Why-"

"Demi." he cut me off, "you remember that your mother and I went to a science convention earlier?"

"Yes..." So he was getting right to the point...

"Well, we were approached by a very wealthy and important man. He said that he had a son about your age at school with you. He, not the son, had noticed you and looked up your background and has been waiting for just the right moment to approach us. We went to dinner with him that night. We thought that it would be a good idea to join our families and money. Both of you are going to be very successful one day, so we thought..."

"Yes..." I said, suddenly scared of what he was going to say next.

"We should get our families joined by marriage. His son is a bright boy, and you are a magnificent girl, so we agreed to it. He also said that he could help you get into medical school, if you wished, and would only interfere if you wished him to." My eyes widened.

"I don't want to get married, dad." I said, standing, "I have a crush on a boy at school. He likes me back. It's the beginning of our relationship, dad."

"Good for you, but before you get carried away with that, would you like to here who it is you're engaged to?" My father stood and looked me on the eye.

"I don't think it matters, Dad. There's really no one, so why don't you just not introduce us to each other until the wedding?" I was on a roll, speaking quickly.

"He's Tamaki Suoh, Demi."

"I mean, isn't that so 1800's? The parents getting two kids who have never met engaged against their will. Who does that anymore? Marriage should be about love and not money or position. And if I choose to marry below me, then it's a disgrace which is why you picked-" Wait, who did he say?

My brain shut down and died. Right. Just as I choose, my parents come in and pick for me. Tamaki? THE Tamaki? It couldn't be. My dad was joking. He couldn't be serious. Through stutters, I asked if he was serious, and he nodded. So, in three gulps, I downed my wine and ran from the room.

I ran to my room and pushed my back against the door. "Sempai." I said, stuttering badly, and he slowly emerged from the closet, looking at me. "I have to tell you something very important."

"I have something to tell you, too." Kyoya said, moving forward and pulling me into the middle of the room into his arms.

"Kyoya, I-" It felt so good to be in his arms. Like his warmth couldn't be penetrated by the outside world.

"I don't know why I didn't see it before, but Demiya... I love you." at that, I broke. I burst into tears. "Demi..." he was suddenly worried. "Are you alright, Demi?"

"Kyoya, you have to listen to me."

"What?" he asked.

"You have to go... See, my father pulled me aside to tell me that he agreed to get me engaged." Kyoya's face turned white, "There's nothing I can do."

"Tell me who it is." Kyoya said as I gathered his stuff, "I can talk to them and tell them that you don't want to."

"No, you couldn't."

"Really, I can go to them and tell them that it wouldn't be an idea." we quietly ventured into the hallway, Kyoya following me.

"You really couldn't." I said, ending my sentence with a laugh.

"I could pay them a large sum of money for them to not get you engaged."

"I know you could, but you can't." I slid down the stairs. He followed close behind.

"Tell me who it is." Kyoya said as I opened the front door.

"I-I can't."

"Tell me." Kyoya said, stepping into the door frame, ready to back outside.

"You ready for this?"

"I can take it."

"It's Tamaki."

Oh, curse that damn rain. I'm in love with Kyoya Ootori.

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Kyoya knew the moment he realized he had been stupid. He knew it right away. He'd gone to fully close the door of Demi's closet when his hand nudged it and pushed it open a but more. Through the crack in the door he saw something that made my eyes widen.

The blue silk nightgown was in mid-stomach and falling still, covering all he accidentally saw. What he saw of her was beautiful. What he realized what that he used the word 'beautiful.' What else he realized was that he thought all of her was beautiful. And charming. And adorable. And cute. As she called to him, and left the room, he noticed his heart beating abnormally.

Then it hit him. He was in love. In such a short time, he'd fallen in love. Things like this can happen he supposed. It wasn't unheard of, but it wasn't like him to fall like this. In fact, he hadn't fallen like this... ever.

He just knew he wanted to be with her. Kissing her again. Holding her. Hearing her say she loved him, too. So, when she came back, he went right too her, telling her how he loves her.

Then, she says she's engaged. Engaged. To Tamaki. Kyoya's crushed, and there's nothing he can so. Nothing to fix it.

"How long have you known?" Demiya speaks into the phone.

"About thirty hours." says the voice on the other end.

"I guess we can spend a bit of time together after Host Club activities." Demiya says suddenly, "I'd actually like to know who I'm marrying."

"Yeah. Good idea. Me, too." says the boy.

"Yeah..." the girl sighs and trails off.