Hey everyone, this is the second chapter, really it's an interlude, but the actual first chapter will appear on swift wings. Translation: it will be posted in a few daysXD The interludes will mainly tell things from another characters mind, and in later interludes, things that the reader didn't read/experience firsthand. Some of you may have realized this, I noticed a few days after I posted it, the prologue contained quite a few grammatical errors, it was approximately 2 in the morning when I posted, I neglected to proofread because I just wanted to sleep^^. This time around I have remembered to grammar check this time. So hope you enjoy this interlude and await the actual start of the story. XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club

Take This Plane and Crash it Interlude.

Such sad eyes, almost pitiful... but what can I say they're nothing short of intoxicating...

The clouds just appear so carefree outside this window. They floated so carelessly, He loathed them. He envied them also. What he wouldn't give to be able to take control of the plane and turn it around and head back to Japan. Or the worst case scenario, have the plane crash before they got there.

He wanted this to happen. He wanted to go to college here. The girl beside him, however, he didn't think so.

And Hikaru. What about Hikaru? Kyouya surely didn't envy the older twin. To be upset about something he couldn't control, that being everyone's attraction to the girl sitting next to him. But the twin's sudden disappearance shook him. Though Hikaru may have been impulsive and irritating sometimes, but that was part of his charm so to speak, Hikaru was still their friend. What if they didn't find him? Both Haruhi and the rest of the Host Club, including him, would be affected greatly.

Haruhi.

Her name tasted unusually sweet on his lips. Though, metaphorically of course. The fact that they we're in first class, nothing in the air but sweet sadness. Not a thing to talk about. The well lit room for some reason had put a damper on this already sore situation.

Maybe silence was what he needed. What they needed. To see Haruhi cry like that was something he wished he never had to witness. As a young man, Kyouya had a reputation to uphold. And bawling his eyes out would do nothing to help the situation. Of course he missed everyone. The twins, Mori- Senpai and Hani- Senpai, Tamaki…

They weren't lovers. But they weren't just friends. Kyouya didn't know what they were. Perhaps they were a separate entity…something all of its own. Tamaki was the sin and he was the sinner. This was never supposed to happen. Tamaki was his companion that was all. Until experimentation took the best of them. Just the odd feeling of kissing one of his own, was something he could never satisfy. He enjoyed the odd feeling. The Suoh heir was never thought of to be able to charm his own gender. Much less advance a relationship with his same sex. But, he did. And Kyouya was on the other end of this twisted rope.

Just the thought of kissing Tamaki, actually going through with it and the numerous times he'd done it were too much for his spacious brain to comprehend. All those afternoons spent in the Club room, doing finances while Tamaki proceeded to persuade him, that there were better things to do. Indeed there were. They would sit on the pink tiled floor of the club room. Books and assignments sprawled around them. Though what they were doing had nothing to do with school. Tamaki would fill his head with his wildest dreams and kiss Kyouya until his lips were swollen. And Kyouya would reprimand him for it then do them same. It never went past that. Both of them knew their limits. And, romantically, that was something they didn't want to strive for. The farthest they'd done was robbing each other of their shirts.

"Kyouya." Tamaki whispered, his hands dragging themselves down the soft flesh of the other boy's chest.

"Tama-"Kyouya's lips pushed themselves against the Suoh son's lips. "ki-"

Those days made Kyouya too unnerved to think about. His face would undeniably heat up.

"Senpai?"

Kyouya looked to his right. Haruhi had spoken. For the first time in a few hours, Haruhi had spoken.

"Haruhi?" His voice was raspy due to its lack of use.

Beneath the thick lenses of the glasses that hung heavily along the bridge of her nose, her eyes looked considerably clearer, brown and lukewarm. Kyouya had only noticed she'd put on the glasses during one of times he'd inconspicuously taken a glace at only to notice the glasses instead of the contacts she was wearing when she got to the airport. Which led Kyouya to believe Haruhi's irritation with the lenses were due to her need to rub her eyes and wipe away the tears constantly. The tear stains down her cheeks were fading. But, her brown hair still stood unkempt and messy, Mori Senpai's doing, Kyouya was sure. The loose gray sweater she previously held tightly around her small frame, made her look even smaller wrinkled and layered along her waist. If that's what she looked like, Kyouya had to wonder if he was that much of a mess also.

"What do you think it'll be like?"

He knew what he'd read about in the newspapers and seen in the news. But many a people have said experience was the best teacher.

"I hope it goes smoothly, so we get back to those who miss us." Kyouya said.

Being unsure of himself was something Kyouya never was. However, when he was, he always hoped his sturdy front would make up for it.

"Yeah," Haruhi looked past him and out the window, those carefree clouds. At that moment, how Haruhi hated them, how much she envied them also.

"Do you think I made the right choice?" Haruhi face was solemn.

"It's not my place to tell you whether or not you made the right choice, Haruhi." Kyouya turned his head towards her.

"Kyouya Senpai? Why did Kaoru wait to tell me about Hikaru?"

"All we can do is speculate Haruhi, and hope that the mischievous twin is alright for the time being."

For a second there, Kyouya stared at Haruhi, for just a second. Kyouya had convinced himself that Haruhi had taken some kind of liking to him. Kyouya thought himself strange for thinking such a conceited thought. Something he was sure Tamaki could think without shame. Kyouya had lived all his past years second guessing people and learning who was an enemy and who was an ally. Whether the lesson be done the easy way or the rather difficult path.

Surely Haruhi was an ally. All the enemies he'd known were kind to his face but nothing short of malicious behind his back. However, what he'd learned by living in the world of business was that he had to find a way to overcome that obstacle. Kyouya had found that true in the real world also.

Maybe Haruhi was more than an ally. He wasn't especially vulnerable, to those distant to him. To those who stood close to him, shoulder to shoulder…maybe that's what he needed, to find equality in someone; someone who could see his vulnerabilities and not fault him for it. Perhaps, what Haruhi said next truly convinced him; he wasn't really on his own… and maybe this plane didn't have to crash anymore.

Haruhi took a deep breath. "Can you stay with me?"

Well, there's another chapter down, quite a few leftXD hope you enjoyed please review.^^

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