Life is hard. Don't ever let anyone tell you differently, and if someone does tell you differently, know that they are irrevocably wrong. Life is especially hard when you're a teenage boy, no pun intended. Though all of you are lucky, because my life isn't just hard, it's complicated.
Haruhi is the first to arrive, once the bell rings. Kyoya is hunched over his table, staring intently at his notebook, scribbling things down as thoughts occur to him. He doesn't seem to notice Haruhi when she walks in. I do notice.
Standing up, I move over to her. As I approach, she notices me moving towards her, and smiles kindly. I smile back, and when I'm standing next to her, I ask, "How has your date?"
"It was fine. A bit," She pauses for a moment, squinting as she searches for the right word, "Unusual."
"Oh? Why's that?" I ask.
"Well, um, Tamaki decided get dressed up. You know, really dressed up, like we were going to some five star restaurant. Then he took me to a fast-food place. It was really awkward. But, I guess, now that I think about it, I did have some fun."
Kyoya stands up from his seat, tucks his notebook under one arm, and walks over to the door. Once at the door, Kyoya glances at me, and I get the feeling he wants me to leave Haruhi be. Ya, 'cause that's going to happen.
"Looks like we have a lot of costumers today." I say, trying to sound nonchalant. Haruhi looks over to Kyoya, and the long line of people he was keeping at bay. "Hey, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure." She says.
"What kind of ice cream do you like?" It's an odd question, and takes me by surprise; I'd been planning to ask her if she'd consider going to dinner with me. I don't know why I'm asking her about ice cream.
"Oh." She sounds surprised. "I like strawberry ice cream. Why?"
Before I have a chance to answer, a pair of hands wrap around my waist and pull me close. A chin rests on my shoulder, and I'm pulled into tender embrace. I tense, on reflex, before realizing whom it is rubbing up against me.
"It's time for our act." Kaoru whispers in my ear, his hands traveling up my shirt. Half a dozen girls were sitting at our table, watching us.
"Talk to you later." Haruhi says to me, before walking to her table.
"Did you have a good day today?" Kaoru asks me, while leading me to our table. He says it loud enough for our customers to hear.
"Ya, fine." I say absentmindedly as we sit down. I'm more focused on why I hesitated when talking to Haruhi.
"Good. I'm glad you're feeling better. You were so boring last night." He leans in close and nuzzles neck. The girls sitting around our table snicker, and watch us closely.
"What do you mean?" My voice sounds innocent, and I genuinely don't know what he's talking about.
"You," He reaches up and taps my nose, "Spent almost two hours taking a bath, and didn't even bother to invite me." A chorus of gasps sounds out from the girls. "Then, when you finally come to bed, you're wearing your pajama pants." He rests his left hand on my chest, and starts tracing small circles with his index and middle finger.
"I'm sorry." I say, as the mood of acting suddenly overtakes me. "Where you lonely, having to write your essay all by yourself?" I lift him out of his chair, pulling him onto my lap. I hold him in a tight hug. I think I see a brief flash of happiness flicker across Kaoru face, though I don't know why; it's probably just my imagination.
"Ya, it gets pretty lonely when you leave me alone." His voice quivers, a nice touch for the act.
We continue our act, which involves a lot of caressing, rubbing, and hugging. Our usual clients stare at us, transfixed. The few male costumers that aren't Kaoru and my regulars are also drawn into watching us, much to the distress of Tamaki.
Once we've finished, I have a stroke brilliance hit me.
A/n: Hey guys and girls. Sorry I didn't post last week (At least, I don't remember posting last week.) but I have a good reason. I turned 17 last Thursday! Ya! So, I didn't start working on this until last night. Sorry for it being so sort.
I would like to clarify something: Kyoya has no interest in Haruhi. Some of you who reviewed, or sent me a message, seemed to be under the impression that Kyoya was being protective of Haruhi. He wasn't. He was being protective of the Host Club's profits and of Tamaki. (Dose that make since.)
I hope you liked this chapter, 'cause I do. Oh, and just so you know, I just posted a Harry Potter fic, so feel free to check that out. Remember to review.
Have a good day, and a good night,
~Tyler Willis