Chapter 5
It's September again. This is the one with probably the most fluff so far. Ah, fluff makes me happy. Here you go!
Kyoya POV
Something was messing with my head. I never accepted that fully, but I knew it was true.
It had to do with Haruhi, of course. When her dad kicked me out of their house (at 7 am no less), I went home and realized I was missing something. The concept irked me to no end. What could I be missing that I left at Haruhi's house?
Haruhi POV
I stood in the back corner of Music Room Three, trying my very hardest to not fall asleep. Watching the boys charm girls until they couldn't see five centimeters in front of them was tedious and boring. Kyo effortlessly fitting in and making people squeal annoyed me to no end. But the money was needed by all of us, so I dealt with it.
After Host Club finished, Tamaki was the first to leave. He planned dinner, for once, and insisted on starting it. Everyone else filed out, going to their own places while I stayed behind to clean up. I always had to tell them to go; they never wanted to unless I convinced the boys.
I took out a vacuum from the closet across the hall. Plugging it in, I began to vacuum, trying to sing over the noise. All I knew were anime songs, so I really only sang when I was alone. Hikaru and Kaoru made fun of me for it. Speaking of them, in one of their strange twincest routines, Hika and Kao broke a vase. Inexpensive, but hard to clean.
After a half hour, the club room was very clean, except for the tiny shards of glass in the carpet. The glass reminded me of Kyo. He had a pretty-boy face (and body), and a secretive, arrogant, hot, rich interior. Damn, he pissed me off.
In my frustration at him, I reached down and cut my finger on the glass. "Tsu," I muttered.
"Now now, we shouldn't use that sort of language," a voice behind me said. I whipped around.
"Kyo! What on Earth are you doing here?" I asked, very annoyed.
He smiled oddly, genuinely. "Just listening; and planning future host club activities. Now that you cut yourself, I will be fixing it up." Kyo led me by my injured hand down the hall, probably to the nurse's office. He was surprisingly gentle with me. After scaling the stairs, I noticed something weird. The way Kyo was grasping my hand kept my finger from dripping blood on the floor.
"You think of everything, don't you?" I asked bluntly. Kyo stopped walking abruptly. I didn't know if he knew exactly what I was talking about. He took my injured hand in both of his, carefully examining it. I felt my face slightly redden as his thumb slowly ran over my knuckles.
"Some things I think far too much of," he murmured. His eyes were a bit sad, but Kyo hid the feeling with a tranquil smile. "You're bleeding on the floor. We should get to the nurse."
Kyo pushed open the door once we reached it and turned on the lights in the room. "Where's the nurse?" I wondered.
"She left an hour ago," he replied with his back to me, rummaging through cabinets. "Please sit down and make yourself comfortable."
I did as he asked, and he came back with tweezers, antibacterial spray, and a box of Band-Aids. His hair was falling in his face again, and I held my hands in my lap to try and restrain myself from pushing it back. "Here we are," Kyo said, dropping the supplies on a small table. He paused, tweezers at the ready. "You know I kind of need your finger to take the glass out."
Kyo coaxed my finger from its hiding place, accidentally stroking my thigh. I shuddered, but Kyo didn't seem to notice. He held up the tiny shard of glass when it was extracted. "Ask for help when you're cleaning next time. Otherwise we'll have to do this all over again." His long, graceful fingers operated the stinging spray and wrapped the Hello Kitty Band-Aid around the little cut, which stopped bleeding so profusely. "There," Kyo said sweetly. "All better."
He stood up, and I followed him. As Kyo walked towards the door, I suddenly asked a question. "Why did you help me?"
Kyo looked over his shoulder, his hand on the door handle. "May I ask you this instead? Why did you pillow my head on your lap and sleep with your constant guard completely down?" His tone was quiet, but with an acidic current running through his speech.
My mouth fell open. "Why are you a freezing cold bastard and then a really nice, sweet guy?"
Kyo stepped closer. "Why are you so goddamn intoxicating? This has never happened to me before, so why now?"
"Why are you playing with my feelings?" I asked, unconsciously walking backwards as he got closer.
He rapidly came forward, pushing me up against the wall. Kyo's body held me there; I could feel his ribs through our thin shirts. His eyes raked over my face. I didn't know why I hadn't the overpowering desire to scream and run away. Maybe because the two of you have been this close before, a voice in my head said. "As you know, my family is quite well-off," Kyo began saying, acting as though he was telling me the forecast. "When I was young, the first lesson I learned was about profit. There is something profitable in everything if you know where to look."
"Is there something profitable about me?" I whispered, putting my hands on his chest to try and push him away.
He threw an arm up over my head. I could see my eyes reflected in his glasses, big and brown, but not scared. I was not scared of him. "The second lesson was about supply," he tapped my forehead, "and," my nose, "demand." and my lips. "For example, you are in a very sort supply." Kyo ran a finger along my jawbone. "So, there is a very great demand."
His nose was a millimeter from mine. I could smell his boy smell, and the faint scent of peppermint emanating off of him. "What is the point to telling me all of this? I took Business class." With a very soft breath, I continued, "And I'm not applicable to any of this."
Kyo touched my lips, effectively silencing me. "Haruhi, if you say one more word, I won't be able to stop where I wanted to."
"What..." I started to say, but he cut me off, pressing his lips against mine.
His hand moved to cup my face. My palms now kept me attached to him. He turned his head to kiss me harder, and I didn't try to move. Kyo was doing what he did best: entwining himself with what he wanted. Our lips slid together, not careful like Kyo usually was, but wild and hot. He flicked his tongue along my bottom lip, as if presenting me with a dare, and I parted my lips to accept. I didn't know where he'd learned how to kiss, but I loved it. He stayed completely in control of the kiss, however. It struck me how much he liked to be in control.
Our tongues tangled over and over, and I lost breath faster and faster. We hadn't broken the kiss yet. I wondered if he felt the same tingling from our bodies being so close. His fingers wound in my hair, and the other thumb trailed down my jaw ... to my neck ... down to my collarbone ... the edge of my shirt ... finding a bra strap. Kyo broke the kiss and pushed the strap aside. In the hollow between my collarbone and shoulder, Kyo bit the skin, doing strange things to the area and to me. A little gasp of pleasure and pain left my mouth. Almost as soon as he heard it, Kyo lifted his head and kissed my nose. And smirked.
"This can be our dirty little secret," he said.
My mouth fell open for the second time today, but no sound came out. "I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart," Kyo finished, strolling purposefully out of the room. I heard him laugh down the hall.
"Fucking asshole," I said, not bothering to lower my voice. I touched the spot Kyo had bit me, making sure he hadn't done any lasting damage. He'd left a red mark however, just like the shard of glass in my hand.
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The next day, even Tamaki noticed how pissed I was. He asked me about it, being him, but I just shook my head and didn't answer. Kyo lounged on one of the nicer couches, writing in his black notebook. I glared at him all through host club, until he looked at me and gave one of Tama's million yen smiles. My facade broke for a second, as my body betrayed me with a red blush, but I went back to being pissed and glaring. If looks could kill, Kyo would have barbed pikestaffs stabbed through his beautiful lips.
I made sure everyone (and I mean everyone) had left before I started cleaning again. I sang a lot louder, trying to drown out the memories of Kyo. Why hadn't I pulled away? Why did I let him kiss me? There was a logical answer, I just didn't want to think about it.
I huffed in frustration, unplugging the vacuum. Pretty rich boys did not make any sense at all. Walking into the tiny changing room set aside for me by the boys, I exchanged my uniform for a tank top and jeans, hoping Tamaki would ease my mind at home.
Kyoya POV
Haruhi left an enclosed area wearing different clothes than when she went in. Her hair wound around her arms in long brown streams. I didn't understand why I'd made the mark peeking out from the right side of her tank top strap. I was so goddamn attached to her; I hated not being in control of my great desire to walk up to Haruhi and kiss her.
I didn't know when I felt different about her. Maybe it was when she wasn't in awe of me, maybe when she took me to her house to take care of me, maybe when she let down her guard in front of me. Maybe I fell in love with her when I realized I'd left something behind at her house, and it was returned to me when I saw her face again. Any way it went, any way I'd fallen for a beautiful, smart commoner girl, I knew how I felt, and that scared me.
I slipped out of my hiding place and padded to wrap my arms around Haruhi from the back, wanting to hold her for just another moment. She stopped walking, but didn't turn to yell at me. I stroked a finger over her hipbone, noting how soft her skin was there. Haruhi didn't try move away from my touch. If she had, as with the kiss yesterday, I would have stopped. No need pushing your feelings on someone that doesn't want them. Instead, she put her arms on top of mine and squeezed.
Giddy, I reached down and lightly kissed the mark I'd put on her shoulder. I moved my head to lay in the crook of her neck. She smelled so good. "What's your real name?" Haruhi asked quietly.
"Kyoya Otori," I replied, my breath causing goosebumps to rise on her neck.
"Kyoya," she said. My name on her lips made me shiver.
"Yes?" I asked.
Haruhi ran a hand back through my hair without looking at me. "What is this?"
I didn't answer, because I didn't know. After a few peaceful minutes, I started singing an American song. I was happy she'd studied the language so much, she'd know what I meant. This girl made me sing, and not just anime songs. She leaned into me, listening. Her index finger drew hearts on my arm. I wanted to stay like that forever and ever, until the world ended.
I couldn't have said how long we stood there, but after the time, Haruhi carefully extracted herself from my arms. With her back turned, she grabbed her backpack and her jacket. Haruhi looked over her shoulder, saying, "I still hate you."
I grinned and she grinned back, leaving the club room. Making sure she was gone, I flopped onto a couch. "I'm in love," I said aloud, trying out the words in my mouth.
Haruhi POV
After making it home, I turned on the computer the boys had given me for my sixteenth birthday. I could still feel the pressure of Kyo's arms around my waist. Shaking my head to clear it, I searched the lyrics to the song Kyo sang. Several search results popped up, and I clicked on the most promising.
"I'm feeling better ever since you've known me
"I was a lonely soul, but that's the old me
"But with you, I feel again," I sang quietly.
I love that song. In fact, I love almost all OneRepublic songs. There's your lovely make-out scene, folks! Shout-out to those who read Horimiya and know another girl character that can only sing anime songs! Thanks for staying with me this far, and I promise more fluff is to come. Dear me, this chapter ended up really long.