When you act out of fear, out of disillusionment, are your actions really that justified? Yes you can so easily blame all else on insanity, or just a sudden illness, but is there any honor in that? I can't imagine it really being that hard to prove your actions were of heart, were really a conscious decision. But when you babble the language of the insane, who would really want to believe you? Only a special few would stand by your side, and see through the cold fantasies.
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She forgot that now, he would be dreaming again.
Haruhi got to work, wasting no time to think about what she deemed unnecessary for the moment. She made her way up the stairs easily, spying the pillows already lain so neatly on top of the dark blue sheets. As she picked up two, her eyebrows instantly sprang up, and she muttered the familiar insult she often paid to her friends.
"Damn, rich bastards." It meant no harm really when she said this. It was just another habit she found hard to break, after spending so many months with all these idiots. Her saying it had practically developed into a term of affection. Sometimes.
The pillow's material, a fine velvet or silk crushed noiselessly in her grasp, as she clutched them to her fists. Pillows were pillows and were to be treated as such. No special attention to the object just because it happened to be made of something richer than cotton. Her commoner ways were defiantly ground into her head, and were ways she lived by no matter the circumstance.
Almost conveniently though, as if just waiting for her to approach, Kyouya's cell rang at the base of the stairs, exactly where he had flung in previously. Cursing the caller under her breath she hopped down the remaining steps, dropping the pillows by her side as she bent down to pick up the phone. All she needed was to have Kyouya wake up and unleash the terror the Low Blood Pressure Demon Lord would inflict on the trembling commoner.
She flipped it open, near expecting Tamaki or one of the twins to be on the other end, so with an annoyed tone she snapped a terse "Yes?!" The other end wasn't that clear, but as Haruhi furrowed her brow in concentration she could have almost sworn the caller on the other end was female. Or at least it was someone who could make a high-pitched gasp, or squeal of surprise. Almost seconds after answering, the mystery caller just hung, and Haruhi held out the phone in front of her.
"What the hell?" She muttered, before stashing it in her pocket, slowly shaking her head. All these rich people were the same. Shun someone who doesn't even sound rich! Still terse Haruhi grabbed the pillows from the floor, swinging them as she walked.
Upon reaching the lower half of Kyouya's bedroom she flung them over at the flushed boy, obviously still disgruntled by what she assumed to either be a very rude or snob caller. She wasn't aware that he had fallen into a deeper sleep during her trip to gather the pillows, so his reaction startled her to say the least.
Upon impact with two measly pillows Kyouya yelped out, batting them away as if he was being bombed from the sky. After flailing his limbs for a few more seconds, he ended up on the ground with a THUD, glasses flying past the coffee table.
Haruhi flinched upon hearing the noise, rushing up to the collapsed boy. "Ahh! Kyouya-sempai! Are you okay?!" He seemed to be propping himself back up, but Haruhi reached out for his shoulders, momentarily forgetting how he would jump at such contact.
And sure enough upon her hands touching him he flinched up, succeeding in banging the back of his head against the glass of the table. He hissed out in pain, eyes shut. A hand went to the back of his head, the other pushing Haruhi away so he could stand in peace. It wasn't so much her he was pushing away, but the reaction he gave when she came close. He already had a painful bump growing on the back of his head as proof.
Kyouya hobbled up to a standing position, disoriented from being woken up so suddenly, and from the concussion he was sure he received, after ramming into that damned glass table. Why did he want glass anyway? Why was there even a coffee table? It's not like he ever drank coffee in here, and it really just took space.
Well, it seems someone in rambling in their thoughts again. Careful, I here that's the sign of insanity.
Still wobbling in place, hands covering the now tender spot in the back of his head, he found his way to the couch, and plopped down on the cushioned surface. He curled up near the end, only opening his eyes to address Haruhi when he managed to tuck into a defensive near-fetal position on the couch.
His voice, still tinged with pain, came out low and strained. "Haruhi, why the hell did you do that?!" He rarely was one to curse in public, but with an aching head, he felt he could let loose some curses. Not to mention he was more out of sorts now than he was about half an hour ago. The fact his bare eyes were glaring at Haruhi for all they were worth didn't help matters that much.
She stood there, trembling, not sure whether the legendary temper of the Demon Lord would be released. She woke him up, and was partly responsible for his now bruised head. Holding her breath she walked up behind the couch, leaning herself over to reach out where Kyouya's hands were currently clamped. Seeing him there curled up into a ball on the couch told her that he wasn't feeling as tough as he was acting, so with a gentle brush of her hand she met Kyouya's.
He shuddered as her the cool touch grazed his, and almost immediately he found himself lowering his hands, tucking them into his body. He slid his glaring eyes shut, letting loose a deep breath he didn't know he was holding in. Her touch, to make him so calm, so quick, it was unbelievable really
Or perhaps you're just making up for lost time. Someone else used to rub your boo-boo's and say it's all better. Can you give me a name?!
Kyouya tilted his head up toward her hand, the pain already diminishing as her touch ran through his hair. He kept his face away though, so his look of content wouldn't be visible. He still was one who shied away from letting others know when he was happy. He blamed the Ohtori way he was raised for that small insecurity.
Haruhi raised an eyebrow at Kyouya's seemingly quick attitude change. It only took her to rub his head so her head wouldn't get glared off? Something she should keep in mind for the future definitely. She couldn't deny that running her fingers through his hair, her palm soothingly placed atop his bump didn't feel good. Who knew Kyouya's hair was that soft through all the spikes and hair gel? It knotted through her fingers as she ran them through, and gently tugged back on the knots. So fascinated in the warmth coursing through her did she not take notice of the state Kyouya was in.
The boy's eyes were lazily shut, mouth slightly agape, his breaths coming out in low, audible exhales. He arched his neck, pushing more of his hair into Haruhi's grasp, relishing in the sensation she caused to sprout all through him. Who knew someone simply rubbing your head could feel so, could make you so wanton? As she tugged on the stray tangled knots he never could seem to comb loose, it took a harshly bit lip to keep him from moaning out. His breath hitched, eyes shut once again. He couldn't embarrass himself now, couldn't make a fool of himself. Her being the oblivious girl she was would take a sound of pleasure and probably asses it as a moan of anguish, or some other emotion he was currently nowhere feeling.
Not to mention that she could also possibly be scared off, having no idea why the Shadow King was reduced to a limp being drowning in warmth. Perhaps he was just reacting to bad due to his fever; maybe he was just going light-headed. Somewhere deep down though he knew it was everything but, he just had to admit it.
He Kyouya Ohtori was lusting after Haruhi. Oh lord, how could that have happened? He always made sure to never be distracted or let off guard by such useless hormonal and emotional burdens adolescence often plated in a male such as himself. And it always had been particularly easy to squelch those unnecessarily deemed urges.
But the state you're in now? Ha! You never had a chance. It seems like poor Kyouya boy has fallen, or at least it seems you let someone else too close in, behind the shadow veils.
Haruhi's hand began to act on its own, and slowly was making its way lower in the black mass. Tufts were swept aside as she timidly approached his neck, fingers inching out and trailing on the base hairs, along the nape of his neck. It was pale, his skin white as most rich children who rarely had to toil or work outside. She didn't scorn this though, in fact she grew mesmerized by how ivory and smooth his tender skin could be. As she dug her fingers harder, nails lightly scraping the surface of such a neck, she was startled by the strangled cry that apparently had come out of Kyouya.
His cheeks were blazing, either from his fever or Haruhi's actions, he wasn't willing to ask. Her moving down caught him entirely by surprise, for did she know exactly what that did to him? Surely she couldn't be as oblivious as previously thought. The second her nails began scratching his tender area, a low guttural sound of pleasure ripped free from his mouth. Thankfully he still was trying to die down such a thought, or else the full, audible extent of his current contentment would have been known. It was bad enough she heard that, noise. But now this warmth was blazing through him, not all of it coming from her hand. He tucked tighter into a ball, inching his face slightly to the couch below. No way could she see his face now.
Haruhi too was facing a dilemma, for right now she couldn't bother hiding her face. It was blazing again, after hearing Kyouya. Did she do that, was this feeling good to him? Just the thought of instilling that much, pleasure, into Kyouya, whether he was delusioned by his fever or not was enough to almost have Haruhi snap back her hands, and run out of the room. But she didn't, a guilty part of her liked what she was doing. Just rubbing his neck was instilling a pit of warmth in her stomach, a heavy gutted feeling. She brought her hand back, excruciatingly slow to Kyouya across his arched neck. She made care to lightly tickle the small black hairs at the base of his hairline, not entirely sure how she knew what to do next. Instincts perhaps? She gave a quiet giggle of embarrassment. Could she really do that?
But he was caught in a pinch. Have her continue and risk some further embarrassment, or try to inch away and get her to stop. If he chose the first then surely it would lead to a repeat of the beach incident long ago. He was male after all, Kyouya or not. Or he could try to stop, make it so both of them wouldn't have to suffer through an extreme act of embarrassment on Kyouya's part. But to stop, he wasn't entirely sure in his already weakened state that he could do so. Especially if she was rubbing down his neck, the nape which had always been a particularly sensitive area for the boy.
Please. Cool it Romeo. You can't afford to do something idiotic, to become a Tamaki! Luckily I know exactly the thing to snap you out of this state of hazy lust that is making me absolutely sick.
Was his mind talking to him? Kyouya wasn't sure, his breaths becoming more heated as she continued. And that little noise she made a giggle. So smooth to his ears, he wanted to hear more. He wanted her pushed up against him, hands weaving through and rubbing his hair and neck, his back. He wanted her to giggle some more, to give those little sighs so feminine she often hushed out in the host club, out of boredom. But this time he wanted her to give that sigh out of primal contentment, he wanted to make her do that. He wanted to drag her off to a dark room and torture her, make her as mad as she was making him now; he wanted her to be the one forcing her to remain silent, to be struggling to contain the cries of ecstasy she would want to scream out, as he pleasured her relentlessly.
Just admitting those wants, was he sicker than he thought? Could a high temperature do that to you, cause you to escape into fantasies so much easier? For of course he wouldn't be thinking like this, about her, in any normal circumstance. It was true, that he rarely did during the times in the host club when he was sane and able-bodied. So why the change now, why was this want so strong?
You know, you seriously are turning into a love-sick idiot. So, just because I'm mean like that, I'm going to cut this little teen spirit session short. Do you remember what you were dreaming about when she woke you up?
Almost instantly he stiffened, eyes opened and his breath cut short. The pit of his stomach was replaced with the ice sensation of fear, wiping away the heated emotions throughout him. He quickly shrugged his neck away from Haruhi, painfully doing so. Why was he so against himself in his own mind, did he really hate himself that much? Who in their right mind would want to relive that over having yourself feel comforted by Haruhi?
I'm only here to get you back on track. So talk with her instead of just lying there with a half-open mouth like a dog whose leg was twitching after a good belly rub.
He winced. Surely he wasn't acting that bad before. Haruhi only took note when Kyouya shied away, and she instantly brought her hands back, wringing them in her grasp. "I'm so sorry Kyouya-sempai! I didn't know I was acting so forward and you didn't like it." She too felt the flames that were ripping through her dying down, replaced with apprehension. She inched around the couch and past the coffee table, settling down in the other couch in front of Kyouya, giving him what she thought he wanted as space.
Kyouya, still lying on the couch, flickered his eyes over to Haruhi's form, almost frowning at her distance. Clearing his throat, he hoped the shakiness was clear as he not yet had fully recovered from his state of, warmth. "No, it was just because I remembered something Haruhi. I wasn't shying away from you." He started to squint, trying to gauge her reaction. He didn't put his glasses on, so everything in front of him had been reduced to a blur of color. "I'm not sure if it's because of my current, condition, but I'm afraid I have no choice but to confide in you once more.
Haruhi gave a slight sigh of relief. At least she hadn't over-stepped any boundaries. But his statement did succeed in hitting a nerve, like he so often did. He still felt confiding in her was a chore? Surely he didn't mean that. She sunk back lower into the empty couch. "Well, then you best be started confiding in me then, although it probably pains you to do so." She couldn't help the bitter tone. For some reason she felt herself caring a bit more what Kyouya thought of her.
Ignoring her tone, he kept his blank stare on the mass of brown he hoped was Haruhi. "Y-You see, I apparently had fallen asleep in the time it took for you to leave my side and, attack me with pillows." She gave a snort of amusement. "Please Kyouya-sempai. I just threw them at you." The side of his mouth twitched. "Moving on, I had another, dream during that period of time. Thus why my behavior was so, off after waking up. To be honest, it unnerved me. The dream, I allowed it to get to me again." He kept his blind gaze at her, still lying topside on the couch. He always felt safer when in such a position, a natural state of self-security among humans, he often gathered. He was past the stage of caring what Haruhi thought of him or not though, in that position. She already was witness to his moment of weakness.
As Kyouya was talking, a stray thought entered her mind. Did he remember what happened before he passed out? She hadn't had a chance to ask him, and this thought bugged her relentlessly. That kiss, was he fully aware of it. It certainly let loose a torrent of unsure thoughts in her head, perhaps which was why she was acting like she did but minutes before. Could that kiss, no matter how disillusioned, caused her to act so out of character, so forward? Was she going to be victim to her unsure feelings on the boy in front of her? He shook her head, hoping not.
"-basically why I feel I'm acting in such a manner." Haruhi's head snapped up. She had let her thinking get the better of her again, brilliant.
She blinked at him, swinging her legs out in the space between the coffee table and the couch. "Kyouya-sempai, perhaps you would feel better if you talked about your dream, or at least the gist of what happened?" She smiled nervously, shrugging her shoulders. "Perhaps I could help more that way." Hopefully her generic response was what Kyouya expected to hear. She couldn't let her thoughts get her away again.
Kyouya saw some movement, and guessed she probably tilted her head or something. He heard her clear enough, and let out a sigh. Yes talking about I may help, but what would it do to him? He felt his stomach clench, just at the thought of having to relive it.
Pfft. It's not that hard. I'll help. It started off like normal, and ended where it usually did. You over that cliff, that lovely voice calling out to you. "YoYo-chan, YoYo-chan." A pleasant memory yes?
He clenched his teeth, damning his sub-conscious for bringing up such thoughts. Apparently his mind never heard of taking things slowly. But he straightened up slightly, raising his neck towards Haruhi. "I basically was being held in someone's grasp, over a very large cliff. She dropped me, after saying a word, and then you woke me up."
Haruhi didn't buy that. He said it too fast and too easily for the dream to end there. Which was why she gave him a "humph", arms crossed, still sitting against the couch. "Kyouya-sempai, if you want me to help you, you need to tell me everything." In a softer voice she gave him a sad smile. "It's fine Kyouya-semapi. I'm not one to judge or make early conclusions. I really want to help, but if all you do is dodge around and evade like you often do with your feelings and other people, well I very well should leave now shouldn't I?"
No, she shouldn't leave yet. But he too couldn't just spill out his dreams so easily. All he needed was her being able to psycho-analyze him in some Freudian way, and figure out more about him than he knew about himself. This was why he turned away from her, eyes straining against the absence of his glasses.
"It's not as easy as you make it Haruhi. Unlike yourself I was raised in a household and family where you couldn't be so, open. You have Ranka-san, a figure much like Tamaki as you know. Which only means that you can be and are so comfortable with raw emotions, and feelings. I am not. I tend to just stash hidden fears or useless insecurities away, to deal with this environment. It's the fate of anyone who would grow up, in here."
That certainly was a longer answer than she expected. In fact, it seemed he revealed more to her of how he felt and why than she ever head heard prior. Instead of growing frustrated she felt proud, and had more to think about. He mentioned his family quite a bit. It would only make sense he held some contempt. But how deep did that run, what was bugging Kyouya now, of all times, to make him crack this way. She leaned forward, resting her crossed arms over her legs.
"Tell me Kyouya, has something big happened these past few weeks? This all started a few weeks ago yes? Did someone in your family do something that affected you more than you thought?"
Kyouya shook his head no. Not particularly. Which was why he was puzzled just as much as her.
Haruhi bit her bottom lip, a habit she developed when thinking hard. A thought then blipped through her mind, reminiscent of what Kyouya had mentioned earlier. About his dream. She couldn't believe why she had overlooked it before. In a clear voice, she called out to him. "About your dream Kyouya-sempai. You mentioned being held over a cliff, and someone whispering a word to you." She knew she was going somewhere after seeing Kyouya visibly flinch after that statement. This was the sensitive spot. "What did the voice say?"
Damn, she is too sharp and perceptive for her own good.
Isn't that one of her good traits?
Not if it's being used against me.
Why do you feel everyone is out to get you? She only wants to help, as you very well know.
But no, that was one thing he couldn't answer. Haruhi was sitting, and if he knew her she probably had a look of satisfaction, for thinking up of something so clever. Kyouya frowned, raising his voice slightly. "Why don't you just mind your own business Haruhi?"
Incredulity spread across her features, mouth open. "You're the one who wanted to talk! And if you are already acting so much like a, rich bastard to me just because I hit a tender spot, you think I'm going to stop?!" She got up, and briskly made her way to Kyouya's couch, settling herself down near him. "I'm not giving up Kyouya-semapi. Tell me what the voice said."
"No."
"Yes."
"No.
"Tell me.
"No."
"Kyouya-sempai."
"…No."
"Please?"
"…"
Haruhi grinned. She didn't expect to be breaking him already. Kyouya was feeling the exact way, blaming his light-headedness for already threatening to crack so easily. Still, the pride in him didn't want to be pleaded out of answering. He was an Ohtori after all. A fact so easily presenting himself to him now. But her nagging, it was trying his already weakened nerves. Which was why he felt the need to yell out at her.
"She didn't say anything!"
Aha. Can you say, busted?
Haruhi caught his slip-up as well, leaning in closer to the huddled him, voice low. "Who's she Kyouya-sempai?" He was getting there, she only had to be patient a while longer. When it's important, her perseverance could be borderline stubborn, as stubborn as the Shadow King himself at times.
He purposely ignored Haruhi's presence growing near, knowing it would throw him off even more. He already slipped up, something that would have never happened had he been acting perfectly normal. Yet he wasn't, for he still had a bruised head, flaming forehead, and his mind was still sluggishly caught between tackling the girl to the couch to hold or shrugging her off, and ultimately causing her to just leave. The fact she was trying to make him break with that voice, it was simple not fair. Knowing her she probably had no idea to what extent Kyouya was willing his self-control to hold.
You really do look 5 again. You curled up on a couch, stubbornly refusing to listen to the person who wants to help you the most. Oh yes, don't mind me. I forgot you're still trying to repress everything.
Hearing another sign from her caused him to snap his attention back to the present, at the question at hand. Two questions, impossible for him to answer. For even acknowledging one of them, would bring it all back. Everything he so carefully guarded and hid, after years of hiding. He was willing to change, willing to open up on all other matters. So why did Haruhi choose the exact area he simply couldn't? Talking about it, he couldn't.
He voiced these thoughts. "I will answer whatever else you ask, except those two questions." He sunk his head even lower in the cushion. "For I simply can't. Not going to happen Haruhi, as much as it pains me to say it." And it did, really. Kyouya wanted to be honest with her, he felt it only right after all she has done. Especially after all she had done.
Really, is just answering one of those things that scary? Just say a simple "YoYo-chan, or a simple-
"But I'll be here. Nothing bad will happen Kyouya-sempai, if you tell me surely. I have the feeling what you say, it's connected to your past isn't it? Something that only makes sense. Even I have bad dreams sometimes, about when I was little. Sometimes I even dream about my mother, even though she's dead. And I find those dreams the most painful, because nothing can stop them." Haruhi, ever wise in her commoner wisdom, had succeeded in placing a shaky hand on Kyouya's shoulder, her body leaning against his fetal form. "Whisper it, write it down even if you can't say it. I won't think you're a baby for doing so, really. We all have our ghosts, our fears haunting us. That's why it's up to friends and the people closest to you to help weather through the bad times." She gave him a smile, giving his shoulder a small squeeze. "I'm only happy that you felt I was close enough to you to confide in. Kyouya-sempai, thinking that, allowing me to see a side of him few others see…"
Her words, as she said them, it started a sudden thumping in his chest. A strange feeling, for it wasn't embarrassment, it wasn't lust, it wasn't because of his current physical state. He leaned into her touch without even thinking, it already becoming near second-nature to him. He felt, happy, with himself? Proud? He huffed out, in disbelief. Rarely was he complimented so genuinely by someone, and it wasn't even for a business-related action! Haruhi was thanking him, for just opening up? How had he missed this part of her, why did it come at such a surprise? She did this to everyone, it was just another piece of the puzzle that was Haruhi. Just another reason why she was so kind, she really was untainted by the cold and harsh truths of this world, even after what she has been through. And a part of Kyouya wanted to keep it that way, he wanted to defend her from all the evil in this world. It was only right.
Oh, so you're a knight now swearing your loyalty to a princess? Please, think of reality. What are the odds you, in your state, can even think of such a thing?
Very good apparently, if he had thought of that. Which was why Kyouya felt that perhaps, answering one of her questions wouldn't be that bad. If he was able to take control of the situation. Nodding to himself, his mind was made up. He reached out an arm, blindly brushing it across the coffee table until he came in contact with what he assumed was his glasses, leaning up from his spot on the couch, straighten out to a sitting position. Once the world became clear in his eyes, distinct lines and shadows able to be made out, he turned to Haruhi. Leaning back, he took care that her hand didn't get pushed off his shoulder.
"Haruhi, I take what you said and thank you for it. And I'm willing now to let you go home, to Ranka-san. I am hoping that we could continue these meetings, obviously in confidentiality. All I need is to have any of the idiots, especially Tamaki, to catch wind of this." He crossed his arms, eyes turning to the opposite wall, careful to avoid her gaze. "And I will therefore answer one of the questions you posed, seeing it only right in the state of fairness. But not now."
Of course you're going to turn this into a complicated and unnecessary plan.
Haruhi sat back, eyebrows raised, only wondering what plan this devious Ohtori would throw out. A threat to stick around or else he start adding a new debt? Forced to be on his beck and call 24/7? It would only make sense the Shadow King wouldn't answer her directly, and it's only natural he would jump so quickly in moods. He didn't seem as sickly as before, and although his eyes were still subdued, not fared with that serious glint in his eyes from weeks back, he seemed a little bit like his old self. Perhaps she really had that much of an impact on him, only saying a little? She made a notion to remove her hand as Kyouya settled back, but froze and blushed instantly as her hand was grasped, almost involuntarily, by Kyouya.
He had her hand, as small and fair as it was, and he tightened his hold on it. He never said to stop contact with him really. He turned to the side, giving her that all-knowing stare which often bugged her. "I take it you not protesting as an answer yes? That is good, I see we're on the same page then." And Kyouya planned to be true to his word, he would tell her something, but not now. It was only spring, and the weekend at that. He would take care that Haruhi would have much more free time in the future, to be spent with him. It was only in their best interests' after all.
Yours or hers?
Haruhi, seeing that was as far as an answer she was going to get only nodded in return, her eyes still focused on Kyouya grasping her hand. He hadn't let go yet. It scared and thrilled her at the same time. One could only know what he was thinking. She cleared her throat, trying to pull her hand free. "Kyouya-sempai, I'll take your word for it, and I promise that I won't tell anyone else about what has happened this afternoon or in the future." She too could only imagine Tamaki's reaction to such a thing. Screams of "NOO" and torture for Kyouya by the twins were on the top of her list.
Kyouya smirked. She was trying to free her hand, after all she had been through. Glad that they were able to come to a consensus he got up, walking Haruhi out to the hall. In his doorway he made a gesture to kneel on one knee, hand still in his. "Then I shall keep in touch Haruhi, and if you would be so kind to hand me my cell phone in your pocket I'll let you on your way." His smirk was still evident as she gaped in shock, and quickly snapped her mouth shut as he brought her hand to his lips, pulling a very Tamaki like move.
Wordlessly, she handed him the phone, and dropped her hand loosely as he released it, after giving it a peck. Did that mean he remembered what he did before…? She stumbled back, only nodding her head before being led out by a maid, who mysteriously made her way over. Kyouya nodded to her, flipping open the phone in intent to call him back and soothe things over. After which he would just spend the hours thinking. Now he had something meaningful to think and plan. What to do in regards to Haruhi. Hopefully she had gotten a little more observant as result of his actions, and more understanding of where he was coming from.
It pained him to let her go, but he had to, he still was Kyouya after all. One couldn't attach oneself so eagerly to another person, especially one of interest. It was only right, which was what he kept telling himself as he made his way back to the now empty couch, ignoring the nagging edge inside him. He shouldn't be bothered, he was used to being alone. So what if things were more, lonely? He was going to see her tomorrow anyways, he would make sure of that.
Besides, you always have your sweet memories to help you. If you have trouble sleeping tonight, just remember how you almost jumped her as she rubbed your head.
Now alone he allowed his head to sink, propped up a pillow on the floor to the armrest of the couch. Lying down he placed an arm over his forehead, staring up blankly at the wall. That was right, he could just remember that. The feeling, he wanted to relive it. Whether she felt the same or not, Kyouya knew that what she did this afternoon had altered dramatically what he thought of the commoner girl, in all areas, physical and emotional. Perhaps it wouldn't be that bad to let his annoying boyish urges to be let loose, to be humored. It could very well distract his thoughts until the next time he would have a chance to talk to her.
Feeling somewhat calmed down he stared down at his phone, flipping the screen open. He checked the call history, to be sure only Tamaki had called. But as he read the screen, his brow bunched up confused. Tamaki's number was there, but after, someone else had called. Had Haruhi just forgotten telling him about such a thing? It wouldn't be such a bother to him normally, but this number, he had never seen it before. And his cell phone number was kept in secret to only those in the host club and his family. And the idiots he calls his friend know better than to distribute his number without his permission.
But as the number, local which was even more surprising, stared back at him, an uncomfortable air settled around him. His intuition told him this wasn't good, not just an ordinary wrong number. Which would be what he would ask Haruhi tomorrow, Kyouya decided as he dialed to Tamaki. As the blonde answered and began barreling off, Kyouya couldn't help but wonder, in between his words of encouragement to the host club president that he wasn't kidnapped and Haruhi was indeed safe, that something was not right about that number.
Well, we know one person it couldn't possibly be right, Kyouya boy?
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Dundun! Chappie 3 is out for your reading pleasure! Thanks so much for the reviews I've received, they've been helpful and reassuring. ^^ Perhaps this story has a chance, if people already are such fans of it. Which makes me glad, since I'm starting to love this story as well. It's been funny though, no one has really asked me questions about it. Are none of you really that curious is what the deal with Kyouya's jerky sub-conscious, his whole apprehension with YoYo-chan? XD Nah, I suppose it's better that way. So I'll be able to take you all more by surprise as the story progresses!
~ja ne