Chapter 6

This was the first time Emma had ever been to Kyoya's house. So, she could honestly say she hadn't expected the mansion that had greeted them. When Kyoya led her through the front entrance, her eyes were wider than they've ever been, and her jaw dropped dramatically.

Sure, she knew Kyoya was rich, but she never would have imagined his house would be this big. It seemed a bit excessive, in her opinion. Even so, she couldn't deny how beautiful it all was. While she was being led up the stairs, she tried to think of the perfect word to describe it.

Gorgeous? No. Amazing? Nope. Wait… grand? Yeah, that's it: grand.

She was woken from her discovery by Kyoya.

"And this," he opened the door in front of them, a small smile gracing his usually stoic face, "is my room."

She stepped in, and once again, found herself gaping at the size and beauty of the room. The walls were sleek and white, as was most of the furniture. The floor was hardwood, and covered by a large, light blue rug. Two white, seamless, couches with a low, white desk in between were placed on the rug.

There was a smaller door on the left wall that led to a bathroom, and on the right wall, a small set of a few stairs led to a king sized bed, adorned with white sheets and pillows, and a light green comforter to finish it off. A large wooden dresser was located against the back wall, near a white staircase, leading to a balcony that overlooked the lower half of the room. The wall behind the balcony had been constructed into shelves, completely filled with books.

It was grand, just like the rest of the house. Emma, for the umpteenth time today, felt a little overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the the house, no, mansion, and everything in it and about it. Everything about Kyoya was overwhelming, from his friends, and his house, to his looks and his personality.

The maids who had retrieved Emma's bags from the car had followed them up to Kyoya's room, and set them near the inside, near the door.

"Master Kyoya," the smaller maid began, "would you like us to unpack the bags for your guest?"

Emma cut in before Kyoya could respond, "No, no! That's okay, I can do it!" She sent a meaningful look to Kyoya, who caught it, and instructed the maids accordingly.

"I will take care of it. Inform the rest of the staff that we are not to be disturbed, and we will come down for dinner later. You are dismissed."

"Of course, Master Kyoya." They said monotonously, in synch, as they bowed. They righted themselves, then backed out of the room, closing the door softly as they did so.

Emma sighed gladly when they left, relieved, no longer feeling as awkward. She walked over to Kyoya, and wrapped her arms tightly around his back. He returned the gestured, wrapping his arms around her shoulders just as tightly, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

"I'll help you unpack later. You're probably tired, right?" Kyoya asked softly, not wanting to disturb the moment they had created by raising his voice.

"I don't want to waste our time together by sleeping it away." She said back just as quietly, though she had to stifle while responding.

"I know you're tired. Besides, we'll be spending most of your time here, together, so it's okay. Change into something more comfortable, okay?"

She nodded into his chest, then went to get a different t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants from her duffel bag. She changed in the room, not bothering to hide herself, for all awkwardness between them had disappeared when they had met in the hospital.

Someone needed to change the bandages covering her burns, and when she was refused the option of doing it herself, and strongly opposed to the male nurse doing it, Kyoya had offered. She accepted, though reluctantly, but he seemed to be the best option at the time, since she assumed that she'd never see him again.

If only she realized how wrong she was.

After changing into gray sweatpants, she put on a black shirt with icy, blue lettering, saying Trapt, without a bra underneath. She pulled the elastic from her bun, and shook her hair out.

Kyoya had changed also, wearing dark gray, straight leg, sweatpants, and no shirt. He walked over to her as she folded her dirty clothes and placed them next to her bag. A she stood up, he grabbed her hand, and led her to the king sized bed on the side of his room.

She lay down in the middle, and Kyoya pulled the blankets over them both, then wrapped his arms around her. Once again, there was no awkwardness between them, as they had done this many times before.

He kissed her forehead gently, before she looked up, innocently.

"Will I be able to go back and see your friends again?"

"Of course. Whatever you want."

"Thank you. I'd love to talk to them again; it was so much fun."

"We can talk more about that later, okay? You need your rest."

She looked up at him, "I love you, Kyo."

He smiled gently, "I love you too."

He kissed her forehead again, before she snuggled into his chest, and her breathing evened out.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how the Host Club found them the next morning.

I'm sorry for many things: 1) This chapter's a bit late. And 2) It's not even a chapter worth the wait. It's just a crappy filler chapter, and it took a while. Real life (grr...) got in the way.

Anyway, next chapter should be better, I mean... The rest of the club's going to be in it so it should pick up, right? Farewell, and thank you(!) as always.

~Sora