A/N: Thanks for reading and the reviews!! Oh yeah, and Haruhi never attended Ouran High.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High!
It was a busy night, there were so many people in the streets. And what mayhem it was to pick which dress to buy. I asked the Boss to give me a half day with work, well, he willingly agreed. My okama dad helped me pick a dress; we went to a lot of stores but most dresses were too revealing for me. It was late in the afternoon before I bought one. I have to say it was exhausting, and it's not everyday that I let my Dad help me.
Oh. Here comes a taxi!
I glance at my cell phone, 6:45 PM
I'll make it.
--
The cab driver honked angrily.
"Traffic, traffic, traffic…." He muttered.
I look outside the window.
I frown slightly. It is traffic.
But I know these streets, my college is near here.
The stop light turns green.
"Um, Mister, just turn right here." I suggest.
"How do you know?" He said looking at me, eyes cold. Well, someone had a bad day.
"I know these streets, if you turn right, there's lighter traffic."
But he doesn't listen. He still went straight.
More traffic. And even more cars.
I search my purse for my wallet.
"Sir, here you go." I give him 300 yen.
"What?"
"I'll be walking, it's quite near anyway."
He blushes. He gives me 10 yen as change.
I open the door to leave. "I'm sorry!" He says right before I close the car's door. I nod in response.
I hope my blind date isn't like that, a hothead.
"You have a very special client on line two." His secretary, Akane, informed him. She bites her lip as if to say something more.
He looks at her. "Yes?' he asks. She shakes her head. He frowns. Not him again. That complaining client.
He gets the phone. "Line two?"
She nods then leaves.
He answers the phone.
"Hello? He waits. "Yes, this is Ootori Kyouya, president of the Ootori Company."
He always hated to talk to these kinds of people, the annoying type.
He glances at his watch. 7:10 PM.
He drummed his fingers against the desk. I don't think I'll make it.
Huff. Huff. I get my cell phone from my purse. 7:25 PM.
I smile. I made it!
The guard opens the door for me. "Good evening, Ma'am." He greets.
I smile back. "Good evening too." I enter the restaurant.
I look around. This is a blind date right? Okay, look around for a man about 23 years old and alone.
Okay, there's one….. and another one. There are two.
Uh oh……
It'll be so embarrassing if I just ask them- 'Are you my blind date?', and what if he says- 'No.' and gives me that 'Is this girl crazy' look. I….. Can't!!
This was a bad idea in the first place, I-I feel panicked.
I walk backwards to get out.
Thud!
I bumped into a stranger.
"I'm sorry." I hung my head.
She smiles. "It's no big deal; you just bumped into me lightly."
"Uh, thanks." The stranger nods her head and goes to the first lone man.
"Hi, Hun." He greets the girl.
"Sorry I'm late."
Well thank goodness I didn't ask him. Why, he has someone already! My instincts saved me from chagrin.
I go to the second lone man.
I scan his features. Cool, handsome, and looks tall and smart. And Fuyumi didn't tell me he was a foreigner!!
I greet him."Good evening; are you my blind date?" I asked him nervously.
He looks at me with his violet eyes.
He smiled kindly. "I believe so, yes."
"Damn, I'm late." Kyouya said impatiently and angrily.
He glances at his watch. 7:30 PM.
"Are we there yet?!"
The driver looks at the rearview mirror. Okay, he is seriously upset.
"Hello?!" He asks the driver.
"N-not y-yet sir. There's very heavy traffic tonight." He stuttered.
He closes his eyes to contain his anger and disappointment. Will Fuyumi and the girl ever forgive or excuse me from this- for being so busy in work?
At that precise moment, the driver's phone rings.
"Hello?" he pauses a moment. Kyouya listens.
"I don't believe so, no."
And that answered his question to himself.
"Suoh Tamaki." The blonde man with violet eyes holds out his hand toward Haruhi.
"Fujioka Haruhi." I take his hand.
He smiles. He pulls it gently and kisses it.
!?
I want to say something. But no words came out of my lips.
He raises his eyebrow with a smile.
"Shall we, my lady?" Tamaki stands up and pulls the chair for me to sit.
"Um, thanks." I say.
"The pleasure is mine." He gets the menu. He hands one for me. What a gentleman.
"Shall we order?"
I nod my head. "Sure."
gosen mairu hashitte iki wo kirashite
adorenarin hyaku rittoru go tai subete furu kadou
kokomade kureba ii darou? dokomade ga OK?
machi wo irodoru kigi wa moyougae kurikaeshiteru
kawari hateta shirosa kawarenai yowasa
ima koko ni iru jibun wo shinjitai
migite hidarite furikazashite yami wo kirisaite GO!
itsuwari wa naize kakugo kimeteruze
sutaato kitto sono shunkan kara sekai wa hirogarusa
I heard Tamaki's faint ringtone. I look at him.
He blushes. "I'm sorry. It's very rude." He looks at the caller I.D. Shock is evident on his face.
"W-will you…. Excuse me?" he asks politely.
"Of course." I replied.
"Thank you." He says before going to the men's room.
--
"Finally." Kyouya mutters under his breath.
He fixes his suit. "Park the car in the parking lot." He tells his driver.
"Yes Sir!"
Kyouya walks toward the entrance of the restaurant.
"Good evening, Sir." The guard greets as he opens the door for him.
He nods.
Kyouya scans the wide room.
He exhales somewhat loudly.
There's no one alone here.
I might as well eat here. It's pretty late.
He approaches the receptionist.
"Ootori please." He says to the receptionist. She nods politely.
"Please, that way, Sir." She tells him.
"Thank you." He advanced the empty table.
Thud! Splash!
"I'm very, very sorry!!" The younger waitress apologized and gets a napkin to wipe the orange juice off his face. She blushed furiously.
He stops her. "It's alright."
He walks toward the men's room.
Sigh. This is just great. The best day I've ever had. My expensive suit is ruined.
He opens the faucet and washes his face.
"Kyouya?"
Kyouya looks immediately at the man who just called him, because nobody just calls him 'Kyouya'…
"T-Tamaki?"
The blonde man smiled happily. "Yes, it's me."
The brunette smiled. "Hey, long time no see."
"Yeah, it's been a long time." Tamaki replied.
Kyouya was silent for a moment. "What's your business here Tamaki?" He paused. "Mere coincidence, perhaps?"
Tamaki just smiled. "I have a blind date tonight." He smiled even more. "A blind date, can you believe it?"
Kyouya chuckled. "Hardly. You're kidding, right?"
"I'm not actually." He said simply.
"Seriously…?"
"Yup." The French man said laughing quietly. "Now, enough about myself, what are you doing here?"
Kyouya looked down at his shoes. "The same with you, actually."
Tamaki's eyes widen with surprise. "What..? Really? Where's your date then?"
Kyouya frowned. "I was late. I think she left."
"I'm sorry about that." His face was thinking for an instant. "Ah, I know! I'll let you meet my date, that way; it will be a triple date!"
"Tamaki, you're as generous as ever."
Well, the start was alright. He's a very respectful guy, tall and good-looking too. I thought to myself.
I smile. That's good right?
Oh, I better choose what to eat.
"………………………………………."
I can't choose… They're just too many to order! So many wonderful crabs and prawn….
"Fujioka-san?"
My head immediately jerks to look at the person who called my name. "Yes, Suoh-san?"
"Fujioka-san are you okay?" He asked worriedly. "You look nervous."
"I'm okay." She nods her head. "Who's your friend?"
"Oh right. Fujioka-san, this is Ootori Kyouya, my best friend. Kyouya, this is Fujioka Haruhi."
Ootori….? Isn't that…. A company's name? "Erm, pleased to meet you." I say.
"Same here." He replies back.
Silence follows. But Tamaki breaks it. "Fujioka-san, you know, Kyouya here is also on a blind date."
"Really?"
He scratches his cheek, embarrassed. "It's true."
"Small world." I say with a smile.
"Yeah." His voice low.
I just stare at him. He also good-looking, tall, cool and seems very smart. Could it be..?
He looks at his watch."Sorry, guys. I have to be somewhere." He waves. "Bye."
"Kyouya." Tamaki called him.
"Huh? What?"
"Don't be too absorbed in work, please." He said worriedly.
Kyouya looked appreciative. "I won't." Then he left.
They really are best friends.
He sat down. "Sorry, Fujioka-san. For the delay, I mean."
"It's alright. Shall we eat then?" Tamaki nodded with a genuine smile.
The food was pleasant. The conversations went well too, and I just have to add: his eating manners were impeccable. He never ate with his hands (we ordered crabs….), just with utensils. When we were finished, he asked me if he could drive me to my house, but I declined. I wonder why? Maybe it's because it's the first date? After that he gave me his cell phone number and a red rose.
Which I'm holding now, waiting for the bus. And when I look around and there's no available taxi, I conclude to myself that it was, a very busy night indeed.
A/N: Thanks for reading!! Please don't forget to review!!
