Authors Note: *Sigh* I know, I know. It's been forever since the last chapter. So many great things have been happening right now I can't seem to focus on writing )': But I promise more will come soon! This was actually the first thing I ever wrote for this story and generally my initial "plot starter" so it's funny seeing it finally come into play! Thank you guys so much for the great feedback, keep it coming! Suggestions/comments are sooo appreciated and I usually always answer! I can't believe this has gotten such a great response! :3 xoxo - Sarah
1. Asahara, Rikako
2. Kahae, Cho
3. Kubota, Amaya
4. Shimohira, Tae
5. Arato, Mihoko
6. Hayuata, Mura
7. Hayakawa, Nami
8. Sakata, Noriko
9. Ouchi, Maemi
10. Ochiai, Kimiko
The next set of girls blurred past Kyoya before he even had the chance to get used to each failed attempt. The twins decided it would be best to keep him going despite any ruined tries, simply to distract him from the option of stopping. They couldn't lose this game, not when they had Kyoya right where they wanted him.
Tae Shimohira was not an obvious choice when it came to girls, but they thought Kyoya needed some variety in his choices. She towered over him in sneakers and cut her hair so it stood no more than an inch off her head. Her face was pretty enough but she could care less about it and ended up with harsh sunburns around her nose and forehead. They had all seen her play at different sports games in the past and watched as she tackled other girls to the point of bleeding or broken bones. To say the least, everyone was pretty scared of her.
When she showed up for their date twenty minutes late, she was still wearing loose shorts and a stained t-shirt from whatever practice she just came from. Kyoya was surprised she had taken her usual running shoes off and replaced them with softer tennis shoes. He was already at a loss for how to act or approach her and as the night went on, he found himself listening to brutal stories of her taking down other sports players.
"I just don't see the point in acting girly, ya know? What's the point of getting dressed up if that isn't who you really are. It's only giving them hope that you might be different somehow." Kyoya almost perked up at this. She was right, it was just hard to find a girl who admitted it.
Half-way through she got a call on her cell phone and had to leave to pick up her new shin guards. Kyoya finished his meal by himself and decided he had to go about this completely different. He couldn't keep losing his chances to fear and shin guards.
The next night he tried going to the movies with Nami Hayakawa but ended up getting a few lessons about the things she looks up on the internet (meaning information he himself had never dreamed of knowing; and he was the teenage boy). Secretly she terrified him as she inched closer and closer the longer the movie played.
After Nami came Kimiko Ochiai. She was new to the school and didn't know much of anything. Kimiko looked like a little girl with short black hair and eyes and she preferred to keep distance between the two of them. Which eventually caused too much of a blockage for the night to go anywhere.
Rikako Asahara turned out to be a lesbian.
Maemi almost tried to kill herself.
And Mura Hayuata wore yellow contacts with slitted pupils that were frankly just terrifying.
The list was suddenly contracted into a pile of abandoned hope and neither Kyoya or the twins knew what to do.
"Well, I guess the only thing left to do is-"
"Yeah that seems like our only option."
They both accessed Kyoya steadily, taking in his emotional stability for such a great task. The question of whether he could or not was really a hit or miss situation. Their biggest problem would be to get him to agree, something that hadn't exactly been easy for this project itself. But now throwing in this giant wrench...it just might work.
Before he knew what was happening, the door was shut and locked behind him. Kyoya hit it with his knuckles and called out "Okay this is enough." Just loud enough for the snickering twins to hear but they wouldn't open the door.
"Senpai?" No. Kyoya thought. They wouldn't. But thinking of who he was working with here, it made perfect sense. Of course this would be their next option; of course this would be the final level of the game.
"Haruhi, they've dragged you into this too?" He turned around and met her face to face. She was wearing a short night dress, composed of mostly frills and bows. No doubt something created for this occasion especially. She sat in such an innocent position too, with her knees tucked underneath her and her hands placed in her lap. Even the small smile stretched across her mouth made her look like a doll.
It wasn't the fact that this was Haruhi sitting in front of him, every host member could recall a time when they had dreamed of being with her in this same way. It was the calmness of her face, the pure relaxation of her being even though she knew what she was here to do. Kyoya had spent so long seeing her as such a small girl, he had never pictured her as a real girl.
"I wouldn't call it 'dragging' exactly." She patted the spot next to her and as soon as he touched the mattress, her hand snuck around his neck, feeling along his jawline. The movement was so smooth Kyoya hardly noticed her lips touch his. Was it going to be this easy?
"Haruhi...?" She didn't even try to stop as he gasped the word out, but as soon as she felt his hand on her shoulder, she looked at him through her eyelashes.
Kyoya had to clench his fists repeatedly to calm down enough to register a single thought. What was happening here? Where was this even going?
"Don't worry. It's okay." This all seemed so fake. Like something Tamaki would think of in one of his creepy dreams. Tamaki. Kyoya wondered if he would ever know about this and how exactly it would change the two of them.
"Don't worry. It's okay."
He greedily felt around the silky material, finding secret ways to untie it here and there. It came off so easily, like tissue paper in his hands. Both the dress and Haruhi moved with him, making the task a lot simpler for now. Unfortunately for him, this was only the beginning.
He took in her body as the dress was pushed to the side. There was nothing left but small white underwear. This wasn't the first time she hadn't been fully clothed in front of him or any of the other hosts for that matter. She had nonchalantly changed with them plenty of times. But this was the first time he was seeing her as something else.
She looked even smaller now, with nothing to cover her anymore. Kyoya felt funny just staring but he didn't know what to do, where to touch, what to expect. It was like a jigsaw puzzle with no instructions and missing pieces. He wanted to ask, to be polite and let her do something, but in a moment like this he knew this wasn't the way things were supposed to work. Everything spun around him.
"Senpai?" The way she let the word roll off her tongue, in a higher pitch than usual, made him shiver. He sat up and ran his hands through his hair slowly, just taking a needed breath. Haruhi sat up, pulling the blankets up with her.
"I just need a moment. It's hard when you've never done this before. But I'm glad I have someone to talk to who might understand." He couldn't believe he was having this conversation with her. He couldn't believe he was doing this with her.
"Actually senpai, I lost it a long time ago." Kyoya felt like he had been slapped in the face right there and then.
"What?" The breath was knocked from his lungs and he scrambled to say anything.
"Everyone just assumed I was a virgin but the summer before I started going here, I met a boy in my community and we got pretty close." She spoke as if this was an every day conversation. Haruhi even shrugged a little causing Kyoya to cringe even more.
"Yes I can see that."
"One thing led to another and..."
"Haruhi, can you please keep the details to yourself." He had heard enough stories from the others, he really didn't need to add Haruhi to that equation as well.
"I'm sorry if I've disappointed you."
"No," Kyoya put his glasses back on and picked up Haruhi's dress, passing it to her in the process. "I just don't think I can do this right now."
"Oh...okay." She looked a little sad but began dressing as if nothing had happened. Or maybe it was because nothing had happened. "I just don't think you should be ashamed of something like that. It'll happened when it's meant to senpai. You can't rush love, especially not to fit in."
When they reached the door to leave, Kyoya found that the handle turned perfectly fine and wasn't locked at all. The twins must have been keeping strong tabs on them this whole time. He wondered if he should have played it up more, at least made it sound a bit better. Haruhi gave him a little wave but disappeared down the hallway leaving him alone at the door.
He almost jumped a little when two phantom voices spoke in perfect unison behind him. "So how was it?"
"You didn't do it did you?" Kaoru tilted his head and pushed his nose into the air, looking completely disappointed. How did they do that?
"H-how did you even know?" Kyoya felt his eye twitch a little.
"Even you couldn't look this cool after sleeping with the most wanted girl in the host club." Hikaru folded his arms over his chest, obviously not impressed.
"You guys are ridiculous. I just couldn't do that to Haruhi." The lie was blatant but he thought he would try anyway.
"Do that to her? She's the one who agreed."
"Yeah senpai, I'm getting the impression it was only you who couldn't go through with it." Kyoya could feel his face getting hot but he knew he had to calm down before anything drastic happened.
"Would you two shut up? This is none of your concern."
Kaoru wrapped his arms around Hikaru's shoulders and began speaking. "Suit yourself. But I know if that were me in there, I wouldn't have had any problem getting to know Haruhi a little better."
"Any guy would be crazy to turn that down." Hikaru quickly followed up.
"Well maybe that's the difference between us then. Maybe I'm not looking for an easy way out. Maybe I have to wait for the right moment." He thought to what Haruhi had just told him.
"That's why you're a virgin and we aren't! Got you!" The tripped away, laughing to themselves like hyenas. Kyoya didn't understand how he could ever deal with this on a daily basis.