I got to 300+ so I'm happy...
yay.
I got like, a hundred or more reviews in a week. How good is that?
But alas... I'm about ten... fifteen chapters away from the end. I have it planned, I know whats gonna happen, and I know what's gonna happen in the sequal. Sorry for spelling mistakes, I'm just tired. I had three hours sleep last night... i was up till 2 doing coursework, then i couldn't sleep for an hour or so...
Anyways, hope you enjoy :)
Honey had been really pissed off today. We hadn't given in to his pleas, so he'd been in a mood all day. He ended up punching a hole in the wall, and glared Kyouya down when he was told that he'd have to pay for the damages.
It was rather scary, even Takashi steered clear of him for a while.
But I was at home, I'd had a shower... and a bath, and another shower. I officially smelled like Strawberries, my hair had been straightened, and now all I had to do was open the bag containing my dress, then I'd be able to tell what type of place I was going and everything.
I walked over to the white bag, and stared at the zip. He'd given it to me today before school, and told me not to open it until tonight so it was a surprise (which was kind of cute, but also scary... surprises from Kyouya aren't normally good). He'd also said he'd pick me up at around seven, so be ready for then, and since it was 6:25, I should be getting ready.
I pulled the zip down, opened the bag properly and gasped at the dress inside. It was green, a bright emerald green to match my eyes. It had one shoulder strap, was floor length and had a black silk sash around the waist. It was also made of chiffon.
"Dear lord..." I whispered. I'd never pull this off.
Despite my apparent demise by a dress, I slipped it on anyway, applied very little makeup (just black eyeliner, charcoal gray eye shadow and a bit of gloss on my lips) and slipped on the really expensive heels I'd been given.
"Honey, you look lovely."
I turned to see my grandma smiling at me from the doorway, and I smiled back at her.
"Thanks grandma. I'm going out with Kyouya tonight. Do I look okay?"
"Sweetheart, you look fine. Besides, no time to fuss, it's nearly seven."
"What?"
I looked at my clock and saw that it was indeed five to seven.
"Oh god. Oh god. Oh god."
I picked up the hem of my dress, got downstairs as quickly as possible and peeked around the curtain to the drive. There was already a limo parked there, and Kyouya stood next to it checking his watch.
Talk about being on time.
He was wearing a normal black tuxedo, with a dickey bow and everything, and he had one of those green sashes that covered the top of his pants and the bottom of his shirt where it tucked in.
He looked cool. And at least five years older.
I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror. I did look pretty decent, so I'd do... seeing I was a commoner.
I heard I knock at the door, and went to open it before I went into a blind panic and died.
Kyouya was stood there smiling, but as soon as he saw me, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped into a little 'o'.
"I look stupid don't I?" I muttered, brushing lose hairs out of my face.
"No, not at all. You look amazing."
I smiled at him as he reached out and took hold of my hand, then he started leading me down the garden path to the limo.
"Have fun!" my grandma shouted as we climbed in, I waved bye to her as Kyouya chuckled.
"Your grandmother's lovely."
"She is..." I smiled back at him before settling in my seat beside him. After a moment of quiet he took a breath.
"Have you ever been to a restaurant in Japan before?"
"No, I haven't... I haven't even been to a restaurant before."
"Really? Well this should be new to you."
"I think it will be. Thanks for the dress anyway..."
He grinned at me, looking me over.
"You do look beautiful in it. It bring out your eyes more than red does."
"I figured it would. But thank you, you didn't have to buy it for me."
"I thought you'd like it." he said simply. "But you owe me."
"How much money now?" I groaned.
"Not money. Something else."
I looked at him, and he was smirking slyly.
"What are you planning?" I chuckled.
"You'll see. For now though we're there."
I hadn't noticed how long we'd been in the limo, but looking out the window, I did notice we were parked in front of a very high class restaurant. There was a maitre'd stood by the door refusing seats to the line of people waiting. Kyouya simply got out, told me to take his arm (which I did) and he walked to the front.
"Table for two please."
"Sorry sir, if you don't have a reservation, you can't come in.... you should have called last month."
"My apologies, look for Ootori."
The man skimmed through the list again, but I did see him gulp nervously.
"N-no, you're, um, not on the list."
Kyouya removed his hand from his pocket, with a wad of notes in it, slipped them to the man sneakily while pointing to a random point on the list.
"There I am."
The man gulped again, but just smiled slightly.
"Oh, yes, Ootori. My apologies sir, right this way."
I gaped at Kyouya as he steered me inside. We were given a nice private booth in the back, sheltered from prying eyes and it was nice and quiet. Perfect to talk.
Kyouya watched me sit down, then sat down himself, the waiter gave us a menu, and said he'd be back in a few minutes.
I took one look at the menu and the prices before putting it down.
"I can't let you spend this much on me." I blurted out.
"And why not? Can't I treat a friend?" he smirked.
"No. Yes. Well, I don't know." I tumbled over my answer. I had meant to tell him that it was lovely that he was being so nice to me, but he shouldn't keep buying me things when I had no obvious way of paying him back.
Of course, all that did come out was a lot of jumbled nonsense, which made Kyouya laugh.
"Let me guess. You're worried about price of things and how to pay me back?"
Psychic. Said it before.
I nodded dumbly, and felt my cheeks heating up.
"You don't have to worry about that. You think I don't treat the others? Honey gets his cake and sweets, Tamaki gets all the costumes he wants. The twins get to mess around and break things and I don't charge them, and Mori... well, he doesn't really ask for anything."
"Oh, okay then. But I still don't know what to order."
He chuckled slightly, before pointing to the salad menu.
"Just try this for starters." he said.
"Fine, but you pick main course and desert... then I won't feel guilty for spending your money."
He ordered, and when the salad came, it was actually pretty nice.
"This has to be the most expensive lettuce leaf I've ever eaten."
"Don't worry about it. Just eat." Kyouya chuckled.
We talked about random things, school, home, our pasts, our families. It was rather fun. We went over the latest assignment in poetry class; we had to write a poem on someone that inspired us.
"I don't know what to do, honestly, I've had a few ideas, but the sound stupid." I said to him, picking away at the venison dish in front of me.
"Well, who has inspired you?" he asked, leaning forward and resting his chin upon his hands, smiling and watching me intently.
"Um, apart from my dad... my mum, my siblings, Haruhi, Ranka, you, Takashi, and everyone else at the host club... My old friends, I knew a nun when I was younger..."
"A nun?"
"Yeah... Sister Sarah Louise. She was really nice, and she was about the only nun that didn't mind if you said 'Ah, hell.'"
We both started laughing, then he changed topic.
"Are you happy in the host club?" he asked randomly. I looked at him for a moment, then thought about it properly.
"Well, sometimes the twins annoy me, but I can annoy them back, so I don't really care. Haruhi is a really good person, she's just... Haruhi. You can't change her, she's amazing. Tamaki is just too doting... It sometimes annoys me when he calls himself my father, because obviously I don't have one, but I can put up with it, I'll manage;
You are... um... Kyouya. You annoy me, and we argue, and you can be an absolute ass. But then you help me out by giving me a lift home, taking care of me when I'm on periods... you gave me that piggy back once, remember? You also... make me feel special. I've hardly ever been treated like you treat me. But it gets really weird when you hug me and get all testosteroney. It's just strange from you."
He'd started laughing. "Right. And what about Mori sempai and Honey sempai?"
"Well, you know what I think about Takashi..." he just nodded politely, but I could see the irritation etched into his eyes. "But Honey can be really sweet, and caring, but he isn't always like a child... he picks up on things that others don't, and he can be as much a pervert as the rest of you."
He started to chuckle again, then he calmed himself and looked at me intently.
"Why do you like both me and Mori?" he asked.
Ah... crap. Hand me a shovel, I'll dig a grave.
"W-well... um, I, um... I like you because you annoy me, and we argue and you can be an ass, but then we can make up, and you can be really sweet and nice... or you can be really horny and make me feel uncomfortable but kind of..."
"Turned on?" he inserted, trying to help.
"For lack of better words... yes, I suppose it kind of does make me feel turned on." I muttered, feeling my cheeks fire up. He smirked in self satisfaction, then checked himself.
"How does Mori make you feel?"
He seemed serious, deadly serious... and I felt that truth was the only way to solve this.
"Well... Takashi makes me feel special. He doesn't argue or fight with me, or make me angry. In fact, when I'm mad, he tends to make me feel better. He doesn't have to get all intimate to 'turn me on' he just gives me hugs, or even just talks to me and I can feel all the butterfly's start up."
He nodded slowly, obviously thinking it through.
"And Kyouya." he looked up at me again. "He doesn't keep getting paranoid about the other guy."
He let out a small 'huh' before grinning and shaking his head.
"You really are amazing Saori."
"Why's that?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
"Well, it's nothing much, it's just that you can justify your reasons for liking two men at one time, and not sound at all in the slightest bit like a slut."
"Way to go with the vocabulary!" I snorted.
"No, don't take it the wrong way. I'm one of the guys you like and who knows the other likes you... and I completely understand it and accept you like both of us for different reasons."
Wow. Personality check.
The conversation flew by, and we ate our meals quite happily. We had chats about our families, and though he really knew everything about my family, I didn't know much about his. And if I'm honest, he didn't much like talking about them, so I turned the topic to desert.
Kyouya insisted we share a desert (one of those large ice cream things for like four people) and we raced to see who could eat more and who would give up first. We ended up eating the whole thing, and lazed about for an extra half hour to let it settle or else we throw up. It was kind of surprising because I didn't think Kyouya liked sweets... but he had a satisfied grin on his face.
"If Honey knew what we'd just done, he'd happily kill us." I laughed, looking at him.
He laughed too, and shook his head.
"Most definitely." he agreed.
He paid (a large sum of cash I might add) and then led me back to the limo.
I felt very sleepy, as I normally did after a large meal, and quite happily rested my head on Kyouya shoulder while we waited to get to my house. There was actually a lot of traffic this time of night (around ten) and I was quite comfortable leaning into the crook of his neck, smelling him, and feeling very happy when he wrapped his arm around me.
I was soon asleep.
* * *
"Saori, come on, we're nearly there."
I opened my eyes after what felt like a nanosecond of sleep, and saw Kyouya peering down at me. I glanced at the digital clock on the roof of the limo and saw it was quarter to eleven. I'd been asleep for forty five minutes.
I'd fallen asleep on Kyouya.
"I'm really sorry..." I squeaked, silently begging whoever it was up there that I didn't believe in to let Kyouya spare me.
"It's fine, let's just get you inside."
He got out first, placed his jacket around my shoulders, then helped me out of the limo, leading me to the door with one arm wrapped around my waist.
He stopped at the door, turned to look at me and smiled.
"I guess I leave you here..."
"Yeah... thank for a great night Kyouya. You want your jacket back?"
"No problem. And you can give it me back whenever. I'm just glad you had fun."
With that, he took my hand, pressed something into it and leaned in. Before I knew what was going on, his lips brushed against mine. No sooner had it registered that Kyouya Ootori had kissed me, was he walking away.
"Bye." he called out over his shoulder, glancing back at me with a grin.
"Bye..." I whispered.
I opened the door, and closing it after me, I leaned against it and slid down to the floor, touching my lips, feeling my heart flutter and the butterfly's whirl about.
He kissed me.
He kissed me.
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Oh my god, he kissed me!
sorry if it was cruddy and rushed... review?
