Chapter 17: The Fight...?
The limo is filled with awkward silence for a few minutes, letting Haruhi digest Kyoya's words. Kyoya just sits there, watching her intensely. Watching for her understandings to cross her face. Watching for any reaction. Meanwhile, his face is stoic, expressionless.
Haruhi's expression goes from blank shock, to outraged disgust. "Excuse me. Did you really just say what I think you said?" she demands in a voice that would make anybody back down and deny what they had said.
"Other than the Host Club's activities, I do not want you being around those troublesome twins," Kyoya responds calmly, not bothering to change his answer; that would be counterproductive.
Haruhi gives him one of her death glares, which usually scares off whomever it is directed at. But Kyoya stands his ground. Not backing down. An Ootori never backs down from anything. "How could you tell me to do something like that?" with each word, Haruhi's voice rises bit by bit. " Hikaru and Kaoru are my friends!" she explodes. She takes a deep breath, then calmly proceeds. "What gives you the right to tell me whom I can and cannot be friends with?"
Kyoya fixes his glasses on his face professionally. His lips forms a stressed straight line. Each time Haruhi's voice rises, he almost flinches, especially when she emphasizes her key words. She has never raised her voice before except in a joking manner while she laughs. He has really done it this time, hasn't he? "Haruhi," he leans forwards, reaching out for both of her hands. But she pulls back, not allowing him to touch her. "I am your boyfriend, and I am crazy for you. In fact, I think I am falling in love with you. But those twins are troublesome, I don't like the way they opporate. They look for trouble, and you are going to get caught in the middle of it. Not to mention, Hikaru has a thing for you, and it infuriates me," he finishes.
"You are my boyfriend, not my father. You cannot just tell me that I can't hang out with my friends," She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You are so upset that you didn't even realize that I said that I love you," Kyoya states with a sigh, fixing his glasses once again, but this time it is in exaspiration.
Haruhi just stares him down with a shocked, but still angry expression.
"I have some business that I must attend to. I will speak to you later about this discussion," he dismisses Haruhi, rubbing his temples.
She just nods, knowing that if she says anything else, it will just start another up roar. She takes her bag from beside her and leaves the car, and Kyoya behind.
Once Haruhi closes the car door behind her, the driver notifies Kyoya. "Master Kyoya, your father would like to have a talk with you."
"Inform him that I am on my way," he replies. A meeting with his father is nothing to be looking forward to.