When you leave yourself bare, what more do you really have left? Perhaps some would say that your loved one would always stay by you at this point, or a true friend will pull you through these weathered times, but really, will they? Isn't it a normal fear that you may very well be left alone, discarded after all your troubles, both emotionally and physically are known? Is there really a special someone out there, one who would take the time to understand you and possibly help, one who could so easily just whisper out her love? Would I hate myself for having to remain silent in reply?
"I'm…I'm…I'm scared."
There, he did it, he had just bared one of the deepest parts of his soul bare, open for humiliation. But Haruhi, she was kind than that, wasn't she? Out of all people certainly she would understand the magnitude of what he just did, the personal strength it took on his end to just open his mouth. Not that he denied it, as of yet.
But here he sat, on the edge of a flimisy tea table chair with Haruhi in his arms. His face was buried in her air, still eagerly consuming Haruhi's scent, one that wasn't horrible. And his tears, when had they appeared? He lifted his head from her bed of brown, staring blankly at the wet spot he had turned the top of her head into. He didn't dare move his arms though, for her hug, he still wanted, still needed.
Haha, once again I was right. Look at you! You've become soft after only a few minutes of weeping your heart out?
Kyouya ignored his inner thoughts. They had gotten him nowhere. He was hugging Haruhi out of his own accord, and its effects were already making him feel a slight better. But not much. Still the nagging thoughts and burdens were rushing out, and it took all of Kyouya to avoid yelling them out to the girl. The empty room was enticing to do so, they surely wouldn't be disturbed.
But not here, not now. Kyouya wanted to revel in her warmth more, wanted more of the light. And there was the fact that she hadn't replied yet. That onto itself was, scaring, him. What would she say? 'I'm sorry you're scared but go see a psychiatrist?!' He cringed, loosening his grip slightly. To be thrown off, brushed to the side like he had already been so many times in his life. That would destroy him. Especially now.
Well, everything would be fine and dandy is someone hadn't just found the need to "open up."
Why don't you just go away now? You obviously hadn't done anything to make me feel better.
And for good reason! Look at yourself! Trails of tears on your cheeks, eyes blank, you clutching the poor girl like she's no more than a teddy bear, or some blanket for the-
Don't go there. Stop.
Hehe. So you're still repressing? You know you can't get proper help if you do that all the time. Just brush off those sensitive areas in the minefield that has become your mind.
I'll deal with them in due time, for last I checked I was the conscious mind and you the sub-conscious. Who had the role of leader here?
"Kyouya-sempai?" Haruhi's mind was swimming, at the moment completely stupefied. She already was in a state of shock as Kyouya reached out to her, but for him to say, he was scared? The great man behind it all, who could scare off killers with but a single glance and the appearance of his cell phone, is scared? Lost, confused, hurting? Haruhi couldn't understand it, yet she didn't want to, for the moment.
Her mother taught her that everyone needs some comfort once and a while, no matter how strong and stable they seem on the outside. And her lesson went well, for Haruhi could remember exactly when every other member of the host club needed her advice. Even Mori, probably more quiet than Kyouya even she had come to with a few comforting words and support. But Kyouya, the Shadow King? Never.
Of course they had their moments, such as during their adventure in the mall. It was there that Haruhi learned that Kyouya, with all his illusions of shadows, really was a being with a kind-heart. He really was a boy, just like any of the other idiots she had come to work with. A boy just as fascinated with commoner life, or just having some fun, no matter how small. And then there was that fateful night in the beach house, when she first had her one on one moment with Kyouya. She wasn't scared during the whole ordeal, just saw it as a matter of fact plan by him. That she supposed was where she started to think about Kyouya, and his motives.
He said motives and merits ruled what he did, and Haruhi would oftentimes try to prove him wrong. No one could just be doing things for reputation or good standing, without feeling and good inside while you did it. So perhaps that was why Haruhi always expected this moment to come, the time when Kyouya would somewhat snap. What other plausible reason could she have for a crying Shadow King hugging her?
Or at least had hugged her, since he now seemed to be leaning away, backing off from this moment. She tilted her head back to try and glimpse at his face, frustrated to see he had closed it off again. His black bangs were conveniently turned down, hiding his eyes from her vision. His arms drooped down, head turned to the side, still avoiding the girl. Kyouya was closing up again, and it crushed her heart to see him doing so.
"I-I'm sorry for troubling you like this Haruhi." And he was, really he despised himself, as he often did lately, for forcing Haruhi to put up with his feeble irrationalities and fears. But he wanted to talk so badly, he wanted to lock them up in a room for all eternity, and just cry out his heart, yell out his life story. But there he was, his thinking going off track again. He took no response from Haruhi as one of disinterest, as one of shock.
It was only natural, for he did just take a complete U-turn from his normal temperament. His normal temperament, one as a robot who pushed things to the side, never really taking the time to stop and think about his life. But he digresses, as he had been doing lately. Haruhi had slipped off him as he shrunk away, so she now was standing in front of the pitiful form that was him. He couldn't stand to look at her, while she probably had a face of disgust or being dumbstruck. He already had wiped out most of his dignity, why trample any more of it?
But he didn't care for that anymore, he wanted to stop. Wasn't that what hugging Haruhi and confiding in her slightly meant? He wouldn't have done it if he didn't wish it, but could his latest actions just be another painful slap to the face that he was losing his mind? Was him, acting so, so, Tamaki-esque, could that be an ominous sign of himself in but a few years? He shook his head, taking care to rest his forehead on the cool metal that was the table in front of them. He had no idea what to do from here. And having no plan, acting on emotions alone, that too was scary.
So Haruhi felt her heart tug in two, as Kyouya seemed to shrink away from her. He obviously needed to talk, he was in dire need of some guidance. But still, she wondered why he went to her. She never noticed that Kyouya had paid special attention to her; in fact it seemed that she was one of the most distant people to him in the club. Sure they talked, but it was always about the club of her debt or some other materialistic topic. Never anywhere near emotions did she get with him, except for those few times, already just memories in her mind. Such as the mall or beach house. So she was royally confused why he didn't go up to his best friend or even someone in his family.
Haruhi knew little of Kyouya's family life, but she did know he had a father she would admit to calling over-domineering, and she knew of the struggle between Kyouya and his two older brothers. But sadly that was all she knew of his relatives and relationships. And it did strike her odd there was never mention of a mother, but then again, many of the hosts too didn't seem to have a particularly close relationship with their maternal parent, so she brushed it off as nothing.
But if Kyouya needed anything right now, it was to just empty his heart and mind out, and get rid of all the burdens he had. So she took a step forward, placed a hand on his shoulder, and asked him a simple question, in a clear voice. She had to be strong, for Kyouya now.
"What are you scared off?"
Kyouya's eyes grew wide, and he lifted his heavy head a few inches off the table. Her hand on his shoulder was so comforting and gentle, so much like and unlike the grasp the hand had in his dream. Could he perhaps have a chance now, dare he answer? But no, this certainly wasn't the place to answer. He had to feel safe, he had to be in the confines of his own room, preferably under his blanket and curled up next to Haruhi, hugging her close and-
He froze, his head halfway up from the surface and turned towards Haruhi. An eyebrow of his did twitch, wondering through all the chaos that had just occurred inside him, when did that thought enter his mind? And why, it was completely irrational. Yet irrationality was something that had grown for poor Kyouya, so he just discarded that fleeting thought as his hormones and emotions building up and bursting. Although, there wouldn't be anything wrong if Haruhi wanted to curl up next to him. It would be a pleasant distraction; perhaps she would soothe his dreams. The ends of his mouth turned up but a few centimeters at this thought.
There you go again, thinking of her as no more than a blanket. Hey, didn't you used to-
He fitted his face to a blank stare, and got up from the chair. His mind was made up, and if Haruhi really cared to hear what he had to say, then he was going to allow just that. So in a burst of speed Kyouya managed to gather his notebook and laptop, stuffing them both in his schoolbag. With one arm he held that up, the other reaching out for Haruhi's arm. He never broke his stride as he proceeded to walk out, only stopping when she defiantly stood her ground.
He was puzzled, wondering why on earth Haruhi wasn't going along. He hadn't been too harsh, too forward? He hoped not, and already her simple act of not going along was bringing back a tidal eave of insecurities. He stiffened, his grip on her arm sliding down lower to her wrist, yet still as tight as ever. He looked up, his black tufts of hair blocking a clear line of sight. Haruhi's eyes lit up, as if only realizing what she had just did.
"Oh no! I'll come with you, it's just that you never answered my question and you, um well, forgot your glasses." With her free hand she pointed down to a few feet next to her, where his treasured spectacles lay discarded on the floor. He cleared his throat, trying to not seem entirely like a fool in front of her. "Oh, well yes. I did." He dropped his bag, a frightened jolt ripping through him when he realized he much rather hold onto her wrist than his own belongings. Gulping, still trying to appear collected, he slipped them on, picked up his discarded bag, and resumed walking them both out.
He remembered her question as they left the music room, Kyouya pausing, dropping his bag and tacking out the key to lock it. After slipping it back in his pocket he bent down, picked up his schoolbag, and gave her wrist another squeeze as he led them both along. Haruhi was finding it particularly difficult to keep up, as his brisk and long strides quite different from her short, slow ones. Not to mention her arm was aching from near being yanked out of its socket. Yes Kyouya seemed to be in a delicate state right now, and human contact was naturally what one would seek, but wasn't he pulling it a tad far.
Haruhi felt the urge to smile as a fleeting thought entered her mind. Thank goodness the school seemed to be empty, or else all chaos would ensue seeing Kyouya Ohtori near holding hands with the male student Haruhi Fujioka. But then why wasn't she pulling away? Her cheeks grew warm again, an unfamiliar tint of red spreading across. It wasn't because she liked it, it was just because it was unexpected, and she felt embarrassed. This was Kyouya who was currently dragging her through the halls of Ouran, locking her in a hold as if she might want to drag pull away at any second. Who knew the Shadow King could be so insecure?
She was pulled out of the richly painted scenery, and greeted with a rush of the mild and balmy spring air. She took a deep breath, finding it helpful to clear her thoughts. A part of her was still irked though, for Kyouya hadn't felt the need to answer her question which apparently fast-forwarded all this movement. A part of her was still glad to see Kyouya hadn't fully changed, for he already was at his phone, requesting a limo. Although, only to her she could sense that Kyouya's grip on the phone was harder than normal. So he still was bothered, he still was uneasy about something.
In no time at all the limo came and wordlessly Kyouya stepped in, dragging rag-doll Haruhi beside him. His faithful bodyguard Tachibana shut the door closed and then proceeded to pull out of the near gold-paved driveway, an uneasy air now settling between the two. Kyouya coughed, and placed the bag in the space between them, bringing that now free hand to cover his mouth, as a balled fist. His other hadn't made a move to budge, so even now Haruhi's wrist was threatening to be cut off from circulation. She sighed, leaning back in the plush seats of the Ohtori limo. This was all seeming more and more like a dream, Kyouya's actions not helping her disprove that theory.
He was acting the least like Kyouya she had ever known, his actions seemingly unpredictable and emotional based. Not that she would shun him, for if his current state of mind was any indication, doing anything to taunt or shrug off the glasses-clad boy would only drop him lower in a state of despair and panic he already was in. Although by looking at him now, most would think nothing was wrong.
Even though he felt shattered on the inside, his outwards appearance still was one of calm confidence. And only now was it the biggest lie of his life. He leaned his head against the window, hair splaying across in random patches. His jacket was rumpled, eyes visible through the lenses, and looked like he was about to either cry or flee any second. And for Haruhi, even with all her outside attitude she developed by sticking around with these idiots, her nurturing side still ran deep. Which was why she knew to not push him, that being there at his side was all he wanted probably for the moment.
As they soon approached the Ohtori mansion Kyouya tried to ignore Haruhi's scoff, for it was only natural. She always would show disdain for their riches, it was just part of her nature. It wasn't a reflection on him. He nodded to no one in particular, stepping out easily and pulling Haruhi along, leaving his bag of treasured belongings in the limo. Thankfully it was a Friday, so no homework to be done, as Tachibana whisked the bag to be put away. As if homework was something he would even felt like doing. As Kyouya entered his mansion of a house, the shocked glances given by the bowing maids he ignored. He was lost in his own little world again, a world of mindless thoughts and worries running rampant.
Well now, what do you expect to happen once you settle in and get all nice and comfy? Have you stopped at least once to evaluate what you had just done? You, the Shadow King, have just broken all rules regarding to contact and emotions, allowing yourself to let Haruhi of all people see the inner you, and here you walk holding her as if she would bolt any second away screaming. Not that I would blame her. But don't you see, how can you possibly get yourself out of this mess? And what if any of your brothers see you, your father? Granted they may not be home, but surely you're going to want to keep these sessions going with your little head shrink girl yes?
Kyouya clenched his teeth, almost growling it seemed to the air. He wasn't using her just as a psychiatrist. He just wanted to talk to someone about these stupid fears and dreams and feelings, so he could get his life back on track. So he could become the Kyouya Ohtori everyone knew and feared.
Isn't that what a psychiatrist does?
Making a point to shut off his mind, Kyouya swung the door open to his room, locking it shut as Haruhi stepped in, slightly dazed. She had never been in any of the host club's rooms, but already she felt that Kyouya's was probably the grandest of all. It was an apartment, practically a small house! She was standing in what she assumed to be the living room of his, room, with a flat screen TV already larger than she felt necessary mounted on the wall. Modern furnishings to match the rest of the house's style were scattered about, and Haruhi spied across the room were stairs, which led to most likely the bedroom part of his, bedroom.
Kyouya, frustrated at her lack of response and apparent gawking gave her arm a quick tug, before practically throwing her down on the couch, him still holding her right wrist and settling down a few cushions away. He leaned back, and gave her a quick glance. He had no idea in the slightest what to do now. And he mentally cursed his sub-conscious for being right.
Haruhi barely had time to yelp out in protest as she was flung on the couch, and snapped her head to the right, to take notice of Kyouya's staring. She sighed, adjusting her body so she could turn and face Kyouya easier, her legs now pulled up under her on the couch cushion. His hand moved with her, so she still couldn't break free her arm. She cleared her throat, trying to decide where to start.
"Ano, Kyouya-sempai? I guess you would like to start talking now?" Kyouya, his face blank and marble-grey eyes placid merely nodded. She shifted her shoulders, trying to deiced how to approach the situation without making Kyouya seem more, miserable than he already was. For even if he did look pitiful, she knew Kyouya would want to be treated like anything but that. Which was why she was shocked to see him open his mouth seconds before she was going to.
"It all started with this bothersome dream. It wasn't that bad at first, for it just brought up some unpleasant memories I'd rather just die out. But lately it's gotten worse and worse, and last night it had a new development which I suppose just unhinged my already tried nerves even more. Which was hwy I was late to the Host Club this afternoon, for I was told to stay after class. It was nothing, for I succeeded in convincing that teacher it would be highly disadvantageous to allow my detention, if you will, to continue. But then as I entered the third music room seeing those idiotic, stupid, annoying, meddlesome…" Haruhi only nodded her head in response to every adjective he was currently using to describe poor Hikaru and Karou, "…baboonish, air-headed, gits, something snapped again I fear, which caused the whirlwind of events that had currently taken place this past half hour, and why I am here, against my better judgment, wanting to be heard out."
Only Kyouya could say so much and yet so little in an explanation. And only he could sound so sophisticated yet confused as well. She gave him a sad smile, scooting closer to his sitting form. She took note when he flinched slightly at her sudden movement, then settled back into the couch. That was something she would ask about later, and she took note to remember it. But now she was here, with the current problem at hand.
"Well Kyouya-sempai, while I can understand that probably took a lot to say, I'm afraid you have to be more descriptive than that." The ever blunt Haruhi spoke, and Kyouya felt a bit hurt. It did take a lot to talk out, for after crying in front of her and all, he had near no dignity left. It was hard to even look at her. Seeing those brown orbs stare back at him, so understating and innocent and driven, he didn't deserve it. Why should he, just a teenager struggling with his current state of life, deserve her company?
But Kyouya was a selfish man, something he would rarely admit to, although he knew it was true. Which was why he wanted more of her, he wanted more of her comfort. It seemed like he didn't feel the need to talk in front of her, so much as he was allowed to hold onto her. Who knew a single presence could be so comforting?
But you do know, right Kyouya boy? Wasn't there someone else who raked up these feelings inside you before? This want for comfort and just to be held and told everything was alright?
As she scooted closer he pulled her in, succeeding in dragging her backwards across the empty space left between them. After a quick few seconds she found herself sideways on Kyouya's lap, her short legs sticking out on the rest of the couch. His arms found their way across her body again, and sure enough the commoner girl felt herself be encaged in the insecure, yet wanting grip of the Shadow King. As his forehead fell onto the top of her head, she wondered when exactly he had become so, physical. If she caught the gist of what he was saying, Kyouya was suffering through some emotional wear and tear, all the result of this dream. And more often than not dreams and stress caused people to shy away from others, not want to latch on like Kyouya currently was doing. But this was Kyouya at hand, and he often did things his own way, often approached life different from others. So she sat there obediently on his lap, knowing that right now to get answers she would have to appease this host. Not to mention the small and jittery sensation that spread across her stomach at being held so tightly by Kyouya. And sure enough the foreign red tint spread across her face again.
Kyouya paid no heed, only focusing on smelling her still damp hair from his tears, that strawberry scent still rampant through her locks. Who would have guess that he, Kyouya Ohtori, would be baring his soul and falling in so deep with his emotions, and another person. And the fact Haruhi hadn't shied away yet, that lit a light of hope in his dark labyrinth of a mind. He would explain everything in time, but right now he just wanted to relish in the comfort and warmth hugging this girl brought him. It was nice, no other word to describe it.
But his fear still was there, that horrid voice, and smell. It kept on haunting him, for Kyouya knew the moment he jumped off the ledge and into someone else so willingly, the moment he trusted with his life, that would be when the beasts of his past would wake from their sleep, when the monsters that scared him all too much as a little boy would chase and gobble him up. It was stupid to think in such terms as a small child, but it was true. He wanted to forget his years as a child, as a small, lost little boy. They were the times of him being weak, when he was naïve and so forward with love.
Yes, and we all know how that turned out for you.
Which was why Kyouya, no matter how much it pained him to do so, couldn't bare his heart, not all of it yet. He would try his best, he would keep Haruhi here hostage if that was what it takes, to clear these skeletons out of his closet. But he couldn't tell her everything, he never would. Some things were left to him and him alone, some things had become a part of him over the years. So as Haruhi, his beacon, was locked in his embrace, he began trying to figure out, in his fractured mind, exactly where he should really start. He would tell her his stress, surely she would understand that. Perhaps part of his dream too, so she could get a glimpse of the turmoil reasoning inside him, but certain aspects, not all of his thoughts would he confide in her with.
Such as the voice. No one could know about that. He hitched his breath, the thought of that melodic tune of death whispering out scaring him already. Don't think about it, he couldn't. Put it out of his mind. Which was why he jumped up, startled as his cell, which was on the glass table in front of them began to ring. Haruhi squeaked out, snapped out of her trance she found herself in, as Kyouya was hugging her. The phone was vibrating as well, and was ringing out the all too familiar tune of that pop song a certain mutual acquaintance of the two insisted to be his ring tone.
Now slightly free from Kyouya's grasp, for he was backed up against the sofa, eyeing the electronic device like it was the work of the devil or something. Haruhi shook her head, sighing out of frustration. Of course Tamaki would ruin an important moment, at least for Kyouya's end. She was surprised to find herself more than annoyed though at the blonde, for obviously scaring Kyouya out of his wits, even if it was unintentional. So she lashed out at the phone, flipping it open only to have her ear near yelled off by a very frantic "father". Her eyes narrowed as Tamaki screamed out on and on, not even able to get a word in until about five minutes after opening the blasted phone.
"Oh my gosh Mother what HAPPENED?! I was running around worried sick about you only to be knocked out and kidnapped by those devious twins. When I woke up they only were cowering in the corner of the room, muttering some NONSENSE about you eating the light and taking their souls. Then when I rushed to the music room it was LOCKED, and I had no idea why. Then I thought surely you were KIDNAPPED and the twins popped up out of NOWHERE, saying something about you being left alone with DEARETS DAUHGTER!!! So where is she Mother?!! ARE YOU OKAY AND HWERE IS DAUHGTER??!! I haven't been able to get into contact with her and I'm very scared because who knows what EVIL THINGSs could be happening to her now. For all we know pirate space monkey ninjas could have jumped out of a UFO and taken her hostage, where they will perform evil EXPERIMENTS on her just due to her commoner ways, so we MUST save them. I've called Huni and Mori-Sempai to join the switch, but the twins are being so mean and WON'T help us! They just are muttering to themselves and still scared. WHAT DID YOU DO!? So Mother, please!! HELP US RESUCE HARUHI FROM THE EVIL COWOBY WORM GHOSTS!"
Haruhi remained silent, staring dumb-founded at the phone. She pitied Kyouya, for having to put up with Tamaki's rants more than her. She lowered the phone, turning her head to Kyouya wordlessly. "I thought he said I was kidnapped by pirate space monkey ninjas…"
Two things then happened that shocked Haruhi. The first was having Kyouya reach forward and grasp the phone, snapping it shut with a satisfying snap and flinging it across the room. For Kyouya hanging up on Tamaki, not even throwing one smart-mouthed comment his way, that was odd. The second was the sound that escaped from Kyouya's lips just as soon as Haruhi finished her statement, and the phone was flung across. It sounded like a hiss, or a cross between a smirk of evil and a snort. But no, this was Kyouya she was seeing. And the boy, his eyes and cheeks wet with a new coat of tears had flung his head back, his free hand covering his mouth as his body gave quick jerks, of, it couldn't be. Mirth?
Haruhi stared dumb-founded at Kyouya, eyes wide in confusion. "Is Kyouya-semapi laughing?" He only nodded in answer, flipping his head forward to greet Haruhi's. Out of his mouth came a short bark, or what one would assume as a chuckle. She really hadn't been that funny with her statement right? Worry creased her brow, as she brought her hands to his shoulders, tilting him back so she could face his snickering face, until they were but inches apart. Laughter was often the language of the insane, and Kyouya laughing, could he have possibly snapped even more?
He couldn't stop, he didn't even have time to flinch as Haruhi brought their faces so close together. But she looked worried, and he couldn't fathom why, he was just laughing. And as he closed his eyes, shut in delusional glee, he sprung forward, closing the distance between the sweet Haruhi's lips and his own. He smiled against the kiss, still shaking. His mind was spiraling down into a tunnel of disillusionment, and he really had no sense of anything at the moment. Was he sick, was he going to go certifiably insane? He just shrugged it all off, ignoring his mind even, just pressing down harder on Haruhi's lips, with the sloppy smack of someone who was an amateur at kissing. Which Kyouya was in fact, not that he would ever tell anyone. He managed to stay still long enough to reach for Haruhi's arms, and he pulled her close, his tears spreading over both their cheeks. Although he wasn't sure if they were happy or sad tears.
Happy or sad tears? Has someone become 5 again?
Even his mind was funny now, and he laughed some more, pausing the kiss to take a hiccupping breath before coming in once more, his glasses now sliding up into his hair, their perches behind his ears painfully digging in to the skin. But it was nice, he really was enjoying the feeling. When was the last time he kissed another person?
Umm well, like when you were 5?!
He didn't even have an inkling of how Haruhi was reacting, since he scarcely gave her enough time to push away or react. But he did take notice of how cold her forehead was against his, as he sloppily consumed her lips. Did that mean his own forehead was hot, perhaps he was getting a fever.
Well that would explain a lot…
Haruhi entered a state of shock as Kyouya kissed her not once, but twice, and froze up. She was a statue in his arms, she only taking note of the extreme heat radiating off Kyouya's forehead as he came in closer the second time. Was he sick? It only made sense that someone undergoing as much extreme stress and emotional toll as Kyouya in such a short period of time would wear themselves down physically, and if these dreams were really as bad as they seemed to be, he probably hadn't receive a good night's sleep in weeks.
Which was why she wasn't surprised as Kyouya, after a few more seconds of assaulting her lips, seemed to shut down, falling back on the couch, with an "oomph" and sigh of contentment. His arms were hanging loosely at his side, eyes closed, glasses askew and tangled in his mass of black hair, and cheeks flushed red. Still not entirely aware of what just happened she brought a hand to his forehead, and sure enough he was burning up.
She wanted to be angry, for her first kiss that counted, at least her first kiss from a guy, was from Kyouya! A delusional one all the same. But as she spied the goofy grin plastered on his flushed face, the image tugged on her heart strings. He looked, cute. In a little kid way. That was what she kept telling herself. But as Haruhi stood up, hand to her still tingling lips, she frowned. Her first kiss from a guy, and Kyouya probably didn't know what he was doing, acting under the influence of his fever after all. As she struggled to straighten out his crooked body and splayed limbs, trying to make him more comfortable for whenever he would awaken from his fit of sickly sleep, Haruhi felt disappointed. She brushed a hand across his spiky bangs, the heat from his brow radiating to her hand.
Of course Kyouya would never act like this during a moment of sanity. He probably just kissed her, because, well…there had to be a reason. But never would Kyouya want to kiss her, or probably even be near her, a commoner, during a time when he was acting normal. Still, why did this thought of reason sadden her so much?
She back away from the couch, walking over to make her way up the stairs. Kyouya surely wouldn't mind if she took a few pillows from his bed to give him on the couch. She knew for a fact she didn't have the strength to carry him up the stairs. So as she walked up, heart heavy and hands trialing on the banisters, she didn't take notice of the grin that wiped off the ill Kyouya's face, and replaced with a frown. She forgot that now, he would be dreaming, again.
Well now, that certainly came out pretty long too right? ^^ Well, I guess I just had to make the poor guy sick, what else can you expect from a fluff-loving writer like myself? But don't be alarmed, I will of course mix it with the angst we love so much. Next chapter will have another Kyouya dream. Oh dear, should I go hard on the poor boy? Muhaha. Yes, anyways…review please? Warn me if they're ooc, compliments and flames are welcome I guess, the latter if you want to be mean though and stay tuned for another chappie of this fanfic, which I'll probably have typed up tomorrow. I think that this might end up being a daily update story. Lucky day for all of you readers. And I would especially love to thank you lovely three who reviewed, and especially May Never Know. I always LOVE lengthy chunky reviews ^^
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