AN: This chapter gets very dark and I'm not sure I rated this thing right, but still, review and lemme' know what you think. Sorry it took so long to get out, I had insane writer's block.

Waiting

Chapter 3

I watched myself decay

The pair wandered the streets of California obliviously. They entered stores, showing off their falsities, faking everything.

It seemed they both had that down to a science.

What nobody seemed to realize, though, including the youngest Ootori, was Katie was not really there.

She was watching from far away, up in the sky. Disassociating. She watched as they put on their act. It was quite amusing to watch, actually. She picked up clothes, he paid for them, and she then abandoned them on the sidewalk, much to his confusion. And then she saw the beach.

She ran to the sand, disrupting a leisurely flock of seagulls.

Kyoya couldn't help but smile as she danced around the waves, not caring if her clothes got wet. The wind lifted her long blonde hair, very clichéd and very California. Her blue eyes held a kind of laughter he had never seen in her before. She looked happy.

*****

"So, Ootori, what do you like to do?"

They were lying in the sand, watching the sun set. Neither had wanted to go home.

Kyoya was unsure of what his response should be, so he went with the simplest he had.

"I am part of a Host Club at my school back in Japan."

She looked at him incredulously. "What the fuck is a Host Club?"

He winced at her bold choice of words.

"My friends and I entertain the young girls of our school after classes. It's very middle brow."

It was Katie's turn to wince. "Fuckin' Yuppie" she whispered, turning her head to look away.

"Lemme' guess," she turned back. "You also smoke Parliaments and hang out with members of the Yacht Club, right?"

"Isn't your father a member of that association?"

"Exactly."

They looked at each other for a long moment, and then burst into laughter.

"So, what do you like to do?"

Kyoya looked at her expectantly. She looked at the sky. After at least five minutes, she looked back, and with a serious face she replied, "Guys like you."

And something inside both of them clicked.

*****

And so they ended up back at her house, unsure as to how they got there. It was empty, save for a few servants, and they were both ready. Their lips touched in rushed and un-poetic ways, nothing passionate about their touch could be found. They gently lowered their bodies onto Kyoya's large bed, almost getting lost in the fluffy sheets and unnecessary frivolities. Their bodies began to move in sync and heat was all around them. Kyoya began to tease her, pulling away at random moments, choosing to kiss her neck or collarbone and playfully fondling her until he finally got her pants off.

And then he was inside her, pushing deeper and deeper. Pleasure filled both of them and as she tried to cry out, he caught it with his own mouth. It was a furious blur of hands pulling hair and thrusting and heavy set breathing, and then it was over.

He watched her sleep. He traced her features with his finger, unsure of whether he should feel accomplished (for he knew what a great lover he was) or awful for taking advantage of this girl who was in so much pain the only way she could show it was through hurting herself.

He knew everything, heard the sounds during the night. He had even seen what went on though cracks in the boors in the middle of the night. What her father did was sinful and painfully wrong, and he, the one who had always had control, had no idea how to stop it.