A/N: thanks for the reviews. Sorry if this fic isn't what you expected, but hopefully you like it. Here ya go.
Chapter 19: This could be the End...?
Haruhi's apartment is spotless. It sparkles in the sun light. The floor, as well as the sofas are vacuumed. Crumbless for any wondering animal that may pass by, not like there would be any unwanted visitors in the Fujioka household. The throw pillows at each end, straightened, unwrinkled, and nicely placed.
The small rectangular table in the family living room is washed, stainless from the coffee spots that used to taint it. The few things on top of it is organized neatly. There are two cup holders, placed nicely at two corners, one for her and the other for her father.
The walls are washed. Ridden from any dirty hand prints that may have lain there before. The picture frames that hang are dusted, and readjusted symmetrically.
She has dusted the mantel of which a photo of her late mother lies upon. Full and new candles are lit, cherishing and honoring the deceased. Blooming carnations lie in front of the picture, showing how much the mother is loved and missed.
Haruhi is now busy in the kitchen. The counters, cupboards and the fridge is all washed, organized, and cleaned. All that is left is the dishes, which Haruhi is now scrubbing vigorously clean.
The doorbell chimes in her small apartment, making it's way to Haruhi's ears. She drops the dish cloth in the hot soapy water, and rinses off the now clean plate. She reaches for a dry towel to dry of her hands to not drip water on the clean flooring. She then wipes her forehead, exhausted from all her hard work.
She strolls to the door. Without even looking through the peep hole, she opens the door. Her jaw drops open, not expecting a somewhat reddened eye Kyoya Ootori to be standing there in her door way in front of her.
His hair is all messed up from him running his hands through it in frustration. His glasses are low on his nose, and his clothes are somewhat wrinkled. "Haruhi," he breathes out. "I need to talk to you."
Haruhi, being the person that she is, gets worried about him. Questions running through her mind at lightening speed. What happened to him? Is somebody hurt? Is he hurt? Why did he come here? Isn't he mad?
Even though Haruhi is worried, she remembers what happened earlier. She regains her anger at him. She's hurt inside, and he made her that way. She's mad that he hurt her. Mad and upset that he thinks he owns her. That he can tell her what to do. As if she would obey his every command if he would wave a sausage above her nose. No. She's not like that. Not at all. And it angers her that he thinks she is.
"Why are you here, Kyoya?" she questions, folding her arms across her chest, as if she is mentally telling him that she is standing her ground.
"I'm leaving," he blurts out.
"um, okay. I don't understand why you came over here to just leave again," Haruhi confusedly replies.
Kyoya comes further into her apartment, and starts to pace for a moment. "No, Haruhi. When I say I'm leaving, I mean the country. I am leaving the country."
Haruhi's eyes widen, but she quickly closes them, feeling tears starting to swell up. She blinks them away, not wanting him to see her cry. "why are you telling me this?" she asks, her voice so low that Kyoya barely catches what she says.
"I meant what I said earlier. I am in love with you Haruhi Fujioka. The charity that we held has finally finished building the hospital in Africa. My father knows I love you, and he does not like it. He wanted the marriage for business, not love. He wanted our family to profit off of it, and he thought you were a great candidate for the position. He wants me to supervise the hospital. He has also bumped up my flight for this evening. At midnight. If you love me too, and if you can forgive what a jackass I have been to you, then come find me before midnight at the Ootori's flight center, and I will disobey my father to be with you." A tear slides down Kyoya's cheek. He doesn't even think to wipe it way. He bends down slightly and kisses Haruhi's forehead. "Goodbye Haruhi Fujioka, you'll forever be in my heart," with that fairwell, he walks out of the apartment, thinking, 'this could be the end.'