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Kyoya/ Haruhi
Friday night was stressful for Haruhi. That morning she had been woken up to her house being completely F.U.B.A.R. and then came the most awkward car journey of her life. (No-one spoke a word but everyone stared... at her) and now here she was at the Ootori mansion and she hadn't felt this out of place somewhere since her first day at Ouran. A team of maids greeted them at the door, their things were taken away to their new rooms before the Fujioka's had realised that they had been taken away. Haruhi was escorted to an enormous suite where she had a bath... drawn for her by what she could only describe as ninja maids. She felt they were ninjas because when she had gotten out of the bath her old clothes had been mystically replaced and she had defiantly not heard anyone come in. This whole process had been made more awkward for the poor girl simply by the fact that she was the only one there; her father had gone in a separate direction with the two Ootori men.
So now she was refreshed and mildly creeped out as she sat, on her own, in a room that had 2 floors. It really was an incredible room but she daren't look around. She didn't know whether to stay here and wait for people to come to her or go find them. After a few more restless minutes she decided to go to them, and explore, but mainly find them.
Haruhi gingerly stepped out into the corridor. It was modestly decorated but everything was obviously pricey. She slowly made her way out into a large circular room with 6 doors covering the walls. She felt like a kid in a sweet shop, she wanted to look in every room at once but, on deciding that that wasn't practical, she settled on the door closest to her. It turned out to be a glorified cupboard but still exciting. The next door appeared at first glance to be a sitting room but further inspection lead to the startling discovery that she had accidently wandered into someone's bedroom.
There were medical texts strewn over a desk and a black suit jacket over the back of a richly coloured wooden chair. The furnishings were all wooden and gleaming under the bright, white lights. The room was beautiful.
Haruhi was so caught up in her exploration that she hadn't noticed the jackets owner standing in the door, watching her every move, till he cleared his throat.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Haruhi almost stammered at the Kyoya-lookalike. He was slightly taller and more muscular than Kyoya but there was a clear, familial, resemblance.
"What are you doing in here?" "I'm really sorry, I'm new here." 'I'm new here? Why the hell did I say that? Now he'll think I'm staff!'
He stepped further into the room effectively cutting off her escape route. "Who are you?" "Haruhi Fujioka sir." The man looked at her before snorting. "So you're the commoner he's hooked on." "Eh?"
Haruhi was confused, someone was hooked on her? Who was 'hooked' on her?
"Well, I suppose you're pretty enough... for a commoner." Now she couldn't be sure but she felt pretty certain that that had been meant to be more insulting than complementary. She started walking towards the door, intending to leave him as soon as possible. He, however, had other ideas.
As she walked past him he snatched her wrist and held it tightly above her head. "Where do you think you're going? It's bad enough that you snuck into my room uninvited but to then leave without saying goodbye. Unforgivable." She span to face him full on as best she could with her arm essentially in a fleshy vice. It wasn't painful but after the week she had had she would much rather he didn't grab her arm at all. His face was quite close to hers and she could feel his breath moving her hair and, suddenly, she felt herself remembering the time at the beach. When Kyoya senpai had been so close to her, had grabbed her wrist and flung her to the bed, all to prove a point. She felt her heart race as she thought back to the way he had hovered over her. She felt her cheeks go slightly pink at the memory.
This man, who looked like Kyoya, but was not Kyoya, who held her tightly but didn't seem that angry, who was well within his rights to be pissed at her, didn't cause her heart to pound even though a small part of her was terrified,. Why was it, then, in a situation that had been designed to be scary, her heart had threatened to burst out of her chest but now, when there was a chance she was in some form of actual danger, she felt nothing. Her pulse was as steady as the look that she was giving him. No attitude, just wide, brown eyes watching him, waiting for him to move.
They stood there like that for an age, watching each other and being watched. Later both would laugh at the surreal experience but now they were well and truly wrapped up in the moment.
That is until they heard someone cough loudly, two heads snapped to face the new intruder. Haruhi gasped slightly as she saw the very man who had been on her mind only moments prior, Kyoya stood in the door looking, for lack of a better word, pissed. His fists were clenched and his eyes were glinting behind his glasses. His mouth that had fallen open at the bizarre sight slammed shut and his lips settled in a hard line. Other than that there were no other outward signs of the rage burning inside him. That was more than enough for one occupant of the room, "Kyoya senpai, it's not what you think." "Oh really Haruhi and what do I think, hmm? What is it then?" "I don't know but it isn't what you think." Her eyes were pleading with him to understand her jumbled thoughts but he wasn't looking at her anymore, his steely gaze was now firmly on his brother. "What's going on?" The older man studied his younger brother before smirking, "Why do you care?" Kyoya grimaced; he knew this game well enough, his brother wouldn't let her go until he had had his fun and gotten Kyoya to spill his secrets. "Father sent me to go and get her, she wasn't in her room and one of the maids saw her coming this way. He wants to see her, immediately." "Is that so? Well I'm sorry but we were having a rather... pleasant conversation and I'm sure we would both appreciate it if you left." The way his voice had dipped, so low and seductive, caused Haruhi to shudder... for all the wrong reasons. What he was implying, quite frankly, sickened her. She had only just met the guy and... ewwww. But that was defiantly not how Kyoya saw it.
He almost growled as he stormed forward and grabbed Haruhi's other wrist and yanked her towards him. "No, I won't go. You're not having her. I won't let you." "You won't let me? That has to be the funniest thing I've heard all day. Very well Kyoya, you may take her away from me this time but next time... well we'll just have to leave it up to her won't we?" He laughed before finally releasing her wrist, "It's been very interesting meeting you Haruhi Fujioka. I look forward to our next meeting; perhaps we won't be interrupted next time." Kyoya really did growl that time as he dragged her away from the laughing man and out of the room.
He didn't let go of her until they reached her room and then it was only for a moment as he shoved her against the wall and rested his head snugly in the crook of her neck. Haruhi froze for a moment, she was shocked and confused and pissed off at being treat like a ragdoll but something inside her, the little voice that told her kissing him in front of people had been a bad idea, told her to let him stay for a minute to calm down and this time she decided to listen. She carefully raised her hands to rest on his shoulders and back before slowly rubbing in a soothing, circular pattern. He seemed... upset and she wanted to comfort him in any way she could. She only wished she knew why he was upset.
Kyoya was a wreck, he had never acted that way to his brother before and he had effectively shown him his weakness for the girl who now held him as if he would break. His pride was in tatters at being so vulnerable and then being held by this girl in a way he thought only men held women. In all his books, he had never had it reversed like this but that was not the issue here. 'What was she doing in his room? Why was Akito touching her? Did I really interrupt something? I can't lose her, not to him. It would be bad enough losing her to Tamaki, but I can't give her up to my brother.' He felt her hands come onto his back and for as long as his mind would let him, he enjoyed the feeling, he could pretend that she was already his and that the fear in his gut was not even there. He could pretend that she was his... why did he have to pretend? She was his; from that kiss to the bathroom incident she had marked herself as his, she just didn't know it yet. However ignorance is not a plea. He would teach her that she couldn't be with anyone else, not his brother, not Tamaki not anyone! A small rational part of his mind told him that they weren't in a relationship, he didn't own her, and knowing his brother's tastes as well as he did, nothing had probably happened. But for once that rational side of Kyoya was completely dominated buy a different side of him, a more primeval side of him that wanted to make her know, by force if necessary, that there would never be another man for her.
He stepped away from her and looked down at her, "What were you doing?" "Nothing senpai." "Don't you lie to me! You were alone in his bedroom and you want me to believe that you weren't doing anything?" Again Haruhi was reminded of that day at the beach, after Kyoya had abandoned her with Tamaki; Kyoya's little speech had almost been word for word what Tamaki said except, unlike with Tamaki, she actually felt frightened and like she needed to make him believe her. "Senpai, I promise you nothing happened. I got bored so I started looking around and I went in by mistake. He was just... kicking me out when you came. Anyway shouldn't we go find your father?" Kyoya ignored her last words, he had made that up on the spot. He had been walking past his brother's room when he heard muffled voices and saw, in the reflection of an ornament case, Haruhi being grabbed by his brother. He had frozen until he saw that she wasn't fighting to get away. He had felt the jealousy tugging at his heart and boiling in his stomach as he walked towards the door and watched them looking into each others eyes and when he saw the slight blush tinge her cheeks he found himself making his presence known without meaning to.
Mistake number one- "You are going to stay away from him."
Haruhi cocked her eyebrow, who did he think he was ordering her around. "I'll do what I like senpai, you don't own me."
Mistake number two- "I am telling you to stay away from Akito, he can't have you!"
"Have me? What do you mean 'have me'? Senpai you're not my father you don't get to tell me who I do and don't speak to."
Mistake number three- "I wouldn't want to be your father!"
Haruhi squared her shoulders and glared up at the man who clearly hadn't yet realised his mistake. "Why? What's wrong with my father? Just because he isn't what most people consider normal doesn't mean he is not a good father. He is one thousand times the man you will ever be Ootori senpai! Besides who are you to look down on anyone's fathers, when your dad has no qualms about hitting you in public and destroying people's homes.""What- I- NO! That isn't what I meant, I mean-" "Ootori senpai, right now I don't care what you meant. I'm going for a walk; please don't be here when I get back."
With that Haruhi stormed from the room and down the hall, straight into Akito's room. The man in question had been sat at his desk typing up a document for the hospital when the fuming girl had burst in. He turned to look at her as she stood, chest heaving, in the middle of his living area. "May I please sit in here for a while?" under usual circumstances he would have sent her packing but... on this one occasion he decided to let her stay, he was almost done with his work and he had been wanting to talk with her anyway.
"Of course, you may sit if you like." He gestured at the couch to her left. She nodded gratefully before plopping down on it with a quiet 'oooft' noise. He glanced at her a second longer before finishing up his work. He went and sat opposite her before talking. "I am sorry about earlier, I was extremely rude." "Yes you were but so was I, its fine." Akito arched his eyebrow, she was a little spitfire but she was nice enough. He couldn't understand though, the change from the apologetic, mousey little thing to the fiery, young woman who sat before him. "What did my father want?" Haruhi gasped and her hand shot to her mouth, she had completely forgotten to go. "Um, I forgot to go." "You...forgot?" "Yeah, Kyoya and I got in a fight and I forgot to go." He sat further back in the couch. "What did you fight about?" "He was telling me who I can and can't talk to, talking to me like I'm an object and then he got snotty about my dad." Akito could see her anger plainly on her face, he was surprised at her lack of will to hide her temper and that Kyoya was the one to start the fight.
This was definitely interesting. He had originally planned on leaving tomorrow but now... much as both of them were loathed to admit it, Kyoya needed him and he wanted to help Kyoya. He had heard his father raving about the girl who was sat in front of him, he was curious about the girl who dressed as a boy and called his father out in public. He had been privy to a conversation that had him gaining the knowledge that Yoshio desperately wanted Kyoya and Haruhi together and the look in his brother's eyes when he saw him holding the girl told him his brother wanted the same. If anyone asked why he was going to help the other boy he would tell them that if Kyoya got the girl he wanted he might not be so intent to be the family successor.
In reality, Akito had been on the wrong end of his father's matchmaking skills. Yoshio didn't think she was appropriate so away she went. Akito sent her away, he wanted to impress his father and he ignored how she had begged him not to do it, ignored the pain in his chest as she cursed him out as she ran from him. Ignored the pain of, when years later he finally bucked up the courage to write to her to see how she was and to get as close as he could to apologising, he received his letter shredded in an envelope. Turns out she hadn't even opened it; she had seen his hand writing and shredded it. It had made him miserable and had broken his heart. And for what, yes she was younger than him and yes she was poor but she was bright and funny and sweet. She had been perfect for him but not for his father.
Akito looked again at Haruhi Fujioka; it's too late for him but not for his brother. Their father was tolerant thanks to this girl and maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to make up for his mistakes. Haruhi reminded him so much of her. The glint in her eye when she was cross, the smile on her face right now, both such remarkable women. "So what did my fool of a brother say about your father?" the smile fell. "It wasn't what he said it was how he said it. 'I wouldn't want to be your father!' My dad may not be the most...'normal' dad in the world but there's no reason to look down on him." Akito could clearly see how she could misunderstand Kyoya's meaning but he could also see exactly what his brother had meant. 'Not very subtle Kyoya. You caused this mess now let's see if you can clean it up.' "I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it. Kyoya finds it hard to deal with anger, jealousy,and frustration. Don't be too harsh on him."
Haruhi felt ashamed, she had probably overreacted... but to be fair she had had a fucking terrible day. She would apologise. She stood up but Akito stopped her. "Let him stew for awhile. Now how about you and I have a little chat."
A 'little chat' turned into a three hour long debate about anything and everything. Haruhi had such a great time, Akito wasn't all charm but that was wonderfully refreshing. He listened to her ranting before he fought back, using her own arguments against her for the most point. Haruhi honestly hadn't meant to keep him occupied for so long and was extremely surprised when a maid came in to tell them that it was dinner time. Akito took great pleasure in the look on her face when she caught sight of the clock. The Ootori's always dined late because their father insisted they ate together and usually no-one was free till the later hours.
They walked in amiable silence to the dining room where they were met by a confused Yoshio and a furious Kyoya.
"Did you meet Miss Fujioka on the way down Akito?" Haruhi spoke for him "No actually I have been sat with Ootori san for a while sir." Akito grinned at the surprised look on his father's face and the look of un-concealed furry. "Haruhi, I think it would be fine if you called me Akito-kun." She looked at him surprised, they had only just met, it seemed like they were getting along well but being on a first name basis so soon... then again except for a when she was cross Kyoya had always been Kyoya senpai to her. "Ok then A-Akito-Kun. Um where's my dad?" Kyoya's glasses glinted dangerously. "Your father has gone to bed, he was quite tired."
Haruhi didn't even look at him as she nodded. After talking with Akito she wasn't as cross with him but she still wasn't happy. Akito grasped her arm before walking into the dining room with her, he was greatly enjoying seeing the usually stoic Kyoya riled. It was like seeing a unicorn, you never see it and if you do you savour it.
Yoshio followed behind them leaving Kyoya to fume in the hall. 'Why was she with him when I specifically told her not to be?... because I drove her to him. Well that won't happen again. Why is he so interested in her anyway? He can't have her. I won't let him. Okay, calm down, the longer I'm out here the more time he has to turn her against me. Besides he's only here for one more night.' And with that happy thought and a slightly self satisfied smirk, Kyoya sauntered into the dining room.
"So you're staying at least another week then Akito?" 'WHAT!'Kyoya's eyes shot to his brother.. his brother who was smirking at him... his brother who was sat next to Haruhi, the only chair next to Haruhi in fact. 'Damn him!' Kyoya slid into the seat opposite to the girl who was managing to avoid looking anywhere near him as she ate her soup, without making it obvious she was ignoring him. "Yes father, I don't have any pressing matters to take care of for a while and it is always nice to come home. Besides,how could I possibly leave now that I know we have such wonderful company?" He smiled at Haruhi who returned it timidly. "Is that so, well Akito you know I have no problem with you staying but there are... certain matters I wish to discuss with you after dinner." "Could they wait? Haruhi and I were having a riveting conversation and I really want to continue it." Yoshio looked at his son, shocked. Was everyone going to argue with him from now on? He liked Haruhi immensely but he was getting worried about the influence she was having on his sons. "Yes it needs to be after dinner." Akito nodded. He had expected that but he had wondered if he might let him get away with it in front of a guest.
"I suppose that means that Kyoya, you will need to escort Haruhi back to her room." Kyoya looked at Akito in slight shock, first he's all over her and now he's pushing her on him. He was so caught up in his musings that he almost missed Haruhi's response, almost. "That's not necessary. Thank you." His father shot him a pointed look. "Haruhi, I will take you to your room." She acknowledged him for the first time with a confused, sharp look. Haruhi clearly wanted him to back down which made him more determined to do whatever he wanted. "Are you finished Haruhi?"
She looked down at her plate in shock. How had the whole meal passed without her realising it? 'Because you were trying to ignore Kyoya so much you ignore the food you shovelled in your mouth you stupid girl. Oh god, I bet I ate like a pig. I'm so tired.' She nodded before excusing herself from the table, her hope was if he hadn't finished he wouldn't follow. No such luck.
He walked behind her in amicable, smug, silence; if she wasn't going to talk to him he wasn't going to tell her she was going in the completely wrong direction. This carried on till they ended up in the library... at the opposite side of the mansion. "Wh-wher- stupid, rich people." Haruhi was getting seriously frustrated. This house was like a labyrinth, she refused to let Kyoya know that she had not gone where she wanted so she walked over to the couch and sat down. Kyoya grinned and walked over to the shelves. 'This could be a good opportunity to... to what exactly? Ask her to be my girlfriend? That sounds like begging to me no matter how I word it. Maybe... just talk to her Kyoya, get a grip.' "Haruhi I- I apologise, for my behaviour earlier. I didn't mean to sound like I was offending Ranka." Haruhi glared at him. "Then what did you mean senpai?" Kyoya sighed, 'How to explain? Haruhi I wasn't insulting your dad I meant I didn't want to be your 'dad' not that there was anything wrong with your dad.'
"Haruhi, I meant I didn't want to be your dad. I didn't say there was anything wrong with your dad." "So what's wrong with me then?"
'She is doing this on purpose, she has to be. No-one is this dense. Ok Kyoya, time to get direct.'
"Nothing is wrong with you Haruhi;I don't want to be your father I want... Has it ever occurred to you that I would have something to gain?" "Something to gain? Oh" Haruhi's mind went back to the beach, the disappointment that she felt knowing he had only been trying to teach her a lesson, knowing that he wouldn't gain anything from a relationship with her. "What could you possibly have to gain from that kind of relationship?"
Kyoya smiled, truly smiled.
"You."
There you go guys. Hope you like it, chapter 8 is in the pipeline but i'm going to Scarborough for the weekend (probably spelt that wrong haha) so .. yes hope you've enjoyed it, hope its been worth the wait, first two weeks back at school have been hectic and thats why its taken so long to get it uploaded.
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