Disclaimer: Again, I do not own Ouran...Nor the song added in (btw it's Incomplete by Backstreet Boys... It's on Youtube and I think the song's nice. Also Soledad from Westlife...I got inspiration fr there...added bits and pieces of song lyrics in the first chapter. Also on Youtube...)
"Am I to suppose that you have some reason to come back to look for this lowly commoner?" Haruhi asked, her arms akimbo. "If not, Mr. Ootori, I would appreciate it if you leave right now."
"I just wanted you to know," Kyouya murmured, his face falling. "I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry. I'm sorry I left like that. I'm sorry I can't be that special person in your life because of who I am. I'm just—"
"Reality check. I'm the one who's not good enough for you. I'm a commoner, remember? Just a commoner. I'm just not good enough for the likes of Ootori Kyouya," Haruhi interrupted unceremoniously. "Remember?" She shot daggers at him, disgust evident on her face.
"Look, I'm just sorry, all right?" Kyouya said, shaking his head. He didn't want to explain. He took a deep breath and focused his gaze on Fujioka Haruhi once more. "If it bothers you so much I won't come again." With that he turned around and left in an increasingly bad mood.
Standing outside the marble building, he let the breeze caress his face tenderly, swallowing. I knew she wouldn't forgive me. With resignation he strayed into the crowd of commoners, feeling alone despite the many around him.
Would it have worked out between us if I hadn't left? Did she feel like this when I took her to parties? Did I do the right thing? Questions exploded in his head like fireworks.
Empty spaces fill me up with holes
Distant faces with no place left to go
Without you, within me I can find no rest
Where I'm going is anybody's guess
He walked on, oblivious to his surroundings. He didn't hear the noise around him. He didn't smell the aromas from the hawkers he passed by. He didn't see the people around him, only the a path, the empty path that he was walking on, the road of solitude.
I tried to go on like I never knew you
I'm awake but my world is half asleep
I pray for this heart to be unbroken
But without you all I'm going to be is, incomplete
"Ah." Kyouya looked up, realizing he had walked to Haruhi's workplace again. Wordlessly, he turned around to leave. She doesn't want to see me. As he strode serenely around, he started to get hungry. He didn't feel like going home to an empty house to eat, so he settled down at a small cheap restaurant and ordered a bowl of noodles.
"Thank you," Kyouya said as the boss set a hot bowl of ramen in front of him. He took out his wallet and paid him. At the very same moment he accepted the money, Kyouya heard the voice of Fujioka Haruhi for the second time that day.
"The usual, thanks!" she said, smiling to the burly man. He nodded and grinned back. As he left, Haruhi saw Kyouya, now not blocked by the boss's stout body. She inclined her head, slightly guilty for the dejectedness on his usually confident face. Was I too harsh? Does he hate me now? Apparently not, as he gestured for her to take a seat across him.
I don't mean to drag it on
But I can't seem to let you go
I don't wanna make you face this world alone
I wanna let you go (alone)
"I got my wish anyway, huh?" Kyouya said, the edges of his lips twitching upwards slightly. Haruhi nodded sheepishly.
"Ah." Haruhi said. "Although I never thought to see you in a place like this…I imagined you to be a rich man's son and go home to a five-star chef cooking your dinner or something." The Ootori blinked.
"I go home to an empty house everyday, Fujioka Haruhi," he murmured softly before taking a mouthful of ramen. "That side of my life you haven't seen. That side of my life I never wanted you to see." Haruhi arched her eyebrows.
"That's your retarded reason for ditching me?" she said indignantly, taking out her purse to pay for the udon she had ordered. Kyouya took out his and offered it to the man instead, indicating that he was paying.
"On the contrary, Fujioka-san," Kyouya said seriously. "I don't think it stupid at all."
"How so?" she asked, taking a mouthful of her food.
"No one comes home, Haruhi," Kyouya said, suddenly focusing his attention on his dinner. "Fuyumi comes back once in a while for tea, but my parents nor my brothers ever return."
"So?" Haruhi knitted her eyebrows together.
"So my father never really thought about you being an addition to the family," he replied solemnly. "He thought of you as the future lawyer which was a merit to him, not his daughter-in-law. He doesn't even think I'm family anymore, much less you."
"Okay…So you thought I'd be unhappy," she said slowly. The dark-haired boy shifted his spectacles up his nose slightly.
"You don't see me gloating so much on my family, do you? Haninozuka-senpai was real proud of his kid brother. I hardly think the Hitachiins twincest was a façade. Mori…well, he hardly says much. Tamaki talks about his mother quite a bit. This is not new to you, Fujioka-san, is it?" he said, finishing up his food.
"That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard," she said flatly. "Well, at least besides the time Tamaki proposed to me—he said some rubbish about my being the flower in his life and the sun of his universe or something—and some other antics from the Host Club in high school." Kyouya arched his eyebrows and leaned back on his chair.
"Is that so?"
"I've never felt more alone and unhappy ever in my life before," her voice suddenly softened. "Never. Not when my mother left. Not when my father was in hospital. Not ever."
Author's Note:
Heys thanks for all the reviews:) it's exam time but i feel like slacking...on the verge of chucking my history textbook out the window and out of my life. sheesh. Anyways hoped you enjoyed tt!!
