You know the drill. Just read and enjoy.
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Haruhi put on her borrowed silk pajamas, still gaping at the sheer size of the guest room. It was the size of her entire apartment put together. She shouldn't have been surprised, considering it was the Ootori family residence that she was staying at. However, just the fact that she was staying in that room boggled her mind. She wouldn't have minded the smallest guest room, but they insisted that she stayed in that one. She walked towards the bed, the down covers and pillow unbelievably soft to the touch. She lied there, waiting for the inevitable thunderstorm to strike. It was already two in the morning. The party finally ended at midnight. It started to downpour right after Tamaki had called. After that time, she didn't hear a single thunderclap. But she didn't take her chances. She stayed over, just as promised.
She looked at the door, realizing that Kyouya's room was across from her. At least, that's what he had told her. Suddenly, she saw the bright flash of light, and the inevitable boom that followed. She screamed, scared stiff. She closed her eyes, covered her ears, and didn't bother to move. She heard another thunderclap, and another scream escaped her lips. She opened her eyes, hearing her door click open. She saw the man, wearing nothing but his pajama pants, cross her room in a hurry. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the bed. Her first response was to resist.
"Haruhi. Calm down."
Kyouya pulled again. This time, Haruhi allowed him. They crossed the hall, and into the room across hers. There was a huge empty space, but her eyes didn't get the chance to look at her surroundings as she was led to a flight of stairs. She went up them, trying hard not to trip. There was another door as she went through it. She finally figured out where she was. Kyouya's room. She felt her cheeks burn.
"Wait! Kyouya, what are you…"
He closed the door behind her. Suddenly, everything became quiet. He then closed the blinds. It was black, heavy, and seemed to darken the room even more.
"There."
Haruhi raised an eyebrow. "There?"
"Just listen."
They stopped talking. A huge silence filling in the void. "Listen to what? There's nothing to hear."
"Exactly."
She finally got the picture. Kyouya grinned.
"You see, when I was younger, I would always wake up early, yell at the maids that made so much noise, and try to go back to sleep. My father thought that I was a light sleeper, waking up to the smallest sounds, so he demolished my walls and made it soundproof. Later did he realize that I just wasn't a morning person, and my low blood pressure just made things worse."
Haruhi frowned. "So…are those windows sound proof as well?"
"Not as sound proof, but plenty."
"What about those thick blinds there?"
"The sun bothers my eyes, which wakes me up easily. These were shipped from Alaska, specially made to darken any room."
"I…see…"
"Well, make yourself comfortable."
"I don't think I can."
Kyouya paused, intrigued by her words. "Why is that?"
"Well, let's see. To start things off, I'm in your room. There's only one bed, and I don't even know where to sleep."
Kyouya paused. He knew how indecent it looked. Alone with a girl in his bedroom. He turned around, averting her gaze.
"That's why I'm taking the couch."
"Couch? What couch?"
He opened the door where they came in. Down the stairs, there was his dresser, a table, and a couch to lounge on. Haruhi frowned, suddenly annoyed by how rich the damn guy was. Then she saw a bright flash of light from the room. She suddenly reached out, hugging him tightly from behind. She felt the man stiffen, completely off guard. She quickly moved away, unbelievably mortified.
"Ah…sorry. Sorry. Really sorry."
Kyouya sighed. He closed the door, the rest of the thunderclap unheard. "Don't worry about it, alright?"
"Ah…you know, it's not right for me to take your bed. I think it's okay if I just sleep on a futon, I'll be fine."
"I see. Well, I would agree with you, but we don't have futons. There are two options for you. Either you can go back into your room, or you can sleep in my bed."
Haruhi didn't know why she was being difficult. Kyouya just offered his bed to her, soundproof walls and heavy blinds from Alaska. Why was she panicking? Kyouya would be in the next room. It's nothing to worry about.
"Well, Haruhi," Kyouya grinned, "there is always that other option."
Haruhi looked up, noticing his grin. She was suddenly terrified.
"You could sleep on my bed, and I'll," he took a step closer, "join you."
She was definitely positive that she had never heard him sound like THAT before. Not even to the females during club activities. Sure, she heard him sound seductive just to prove a point, or to intimidate her, which was rare to begin with, but…it was a whole different experience altogether. His voice was lower, darker, and just a hint of mischievous. Holy crap, if his voice wasn't the epitome of sexual arousal, then she didn't know what was. Haruhi's mind was way too flustered to figure out that he was only speeding up her decision. She regretted her first words.
"Okay."
Kyouya's eyebrows shot right up. He definitely didn't expect that response, and according to her reaction, she didn't seem to expect that, either. Haruhi stuttered, beyond mortified.
"I-I mean…I'll…b-bed…t-t-take…"
Kyouya chuckled. "I'm sure you have made your decision, then. I'll see you in the morning."
Kyouya turned around and headed for the door. He reached out and grabbed the handle. Panic kicked in so hard, she said the first thing that came to mind. She hated herself for sounding so pathetic.
"I'm terrified of being alone."
Kyouya stopped. He sighed, knowing that it was going to be a long night. He started to mumble under his breath. He turned back around, walked passed Haruhi, and stopped at his bed. He grabbed a pillow, dropping it on the floor, and proceeded to lie on it. Haruhi was confused.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm lying on the floor. What does it look like I'm doing?"
"But…why?"
"Do you want me to leave?"
"Uh…"
"Exactly."
Haruhi sighed. He was getting fed up with her. It was understandable. She slowly went on his bed. She lied down, but couldn't go to sleep. She tossed and turned, but nothing seemed to work. Finally, after about thirty minutes, she got fed up. She sat up.
"I'm going to take up on that last offer."
She heard him heavily exhale. "What last offer?"
"The one with you getting in bed with me."
There was a silent pause. The room suddenly felt tense. She saw him sit up, his eyes immediately on hers. His glasses were off and his hair was already a mess. His eyebrows were knitted closely together as his face showed exhaustion, annoyance, and utter disbelief.
"I do hope you're not serious."
"You should already know that I don't joke about these kinds of situations."
She heard him lightly groan. He was definitely pissed off.
"Kyouya, I really don't feel comfortable with you sleeping on the floor. It's not right. Now, come on up here. There's plenty of space for at least four people on here. "
Kyouya made one final sigh and got up. He grabbed the pillow, and dropped it on the bed. Once he got settled in, he saw her staring at him from the corner of his eye. He turned to her, his eyebrow raised up.
"What? Do you also want a goodnight kiss?"
She didn't trust herself to speak, so she settled by shaking her head. Kyouya finally lied down, his back facing her.
"Get some damn sleep."
Yeah…he was definitely pissed.
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Haruhi was suddenly woken up to the sound of the automatic curtains. The sun streamed in, giving the room a nice blanket of sunlight. A minute after the fact, Kyouya's alarm clock went off. She noticed it was on her side of the bed, the red lights blinking nine o'clock. She wanted to turn it off, but was beaten to it. She saw a hand reach out above her and violently grab the clock. Just as quickly, it was thrown at the wall, shattering it to pieces. The man beside her lied back down, immediately falling back to sleep.
Haruhi paled. She had always heard that his low blood pressure was bad, but she didn't think it was THAT bad. Haruhi decided that it would be a good idea if she just got out of bed before he woke up. Once she moved, that was when she sealed her fate. Kyouya grabbed her waist, pulling her in his arms. They were like steel; she couldn't, for the life of her, escape from her prison. Her hands were on his arms, trying to break free. His embrace never loosened.
"K-Kyouya…"
"Stop moving."
His voice was raspy, filled with sleep…and danger.
He suddenly buried his head at her neck, breathing in her scent. He slowly exhaled from his nose, his breath tickling her skin. She blushed. She had never thought, in a million years, that she would be in this kind of position with Kyouya. This was probably the closest she would ever come to intimacy.
"Well…Haru-chan, I'm sure this wasn't what you expected when you woke up. It serves you right. It's your fault for not making up your damn mind last night. This…should teach you a lesson."
Haruhi shivered as he buried his head at her jaw line. His lips kissed and nibbled, eliciting small gasps from the girl. She wanted him to stop, but she was frozen stiff. This didn't feel right to her, but she couldn't get her mind off of his tongue licking her neck. He then started to suck and nibble at the spot near her ear, causing her to moan. His lips caressed down her neck as he stopped right at top of her shoulders.
"Never expect a man to not do anything when sharing the same bed with a woman."
Before Haruhi could say anything, he was asleep again. She was officially stuck. She didn't dare move again. She was terrified of what he would do if she did. She just lied there, stuck in an intimate position with a half naked man that had a bad temper.
Kyouya's second alarm went off ten minutes later. He didn't hear it, and kept on snoozing. Then the third one went off. After a few minutes, the fourth one went off. Kyouya got up immediately and grabbed one of his alarms, disconnecting it from the wall and dropped it on the ground. He repeated the process one by one. He was annoyed, but he was finally awake. He lied back down, staring at the ceiling tiles. He then felt an odd shift on his bed. He turned his head, finally noticing a head peaking from the covers. Her face was pale, almost afraid to speak. Kyouya frowned, trying to remember why Haruhi was in his bed. It all came back in a flash.
"Oh…"
Haruhi lowered the covers, finally having some courage to speak. "Ah…good morning."
"How long have you been awake?"
He didn't seem to remember the intimate moment that occurred not too long ago. She figured that he didn't have to know. "Not too long. Just now."
"Oh…I see."
He looked around the room, noticing the four alarms on the floor.
"You didn't hear the alarm at nine o'clock?"
She visibly blushed. "I might have, but I was not really awake."
Kyouya noticed that something didn't seem to add up, but didn't bother to press on. "I see..."
They were quiet for a few minutes until Haruhi courageously got out of bed.
"I'll just…head to the other room, now. I don't want anyone to be suspicious."
"Good plan. Just get yourself ready, and I'll bring you home."
"Yeah…thank you."
Haruhi heard him give a grunt, and finally left the room. Once she crossed into her room, she immediately closed her door. She leaned against it, sighing in relief. She raised her hand, touching her neck as she remembered how it felt to have Kyouya's lips there. She didn't know what to make of it. All she knew was that it made her body shiver. Why did it affect her so much?
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The ride home was an awkward one. Haruhi couldn't really describe it. She wasn't one to stare, but she couldn't help but keep her eyes on him. He was looking out the window, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. His lips were in a tight line. It was only when Kyouya finally spoke that Haruhi woke up from his trance.
"Is there something bothering you?"
"Ah…no. I'm fine."
He finally looked at her, the frown not leaving his face. He studied her, noticing the blush and shifting eyes. As he looked further, he noticed something…definitely strange. A round purple bruise was right on her neck.
"Haruhi?"
"Yes?"
He reached out, touching the purple blotch. "What happened here?"
Haruhi jumped, quickly putting her hand at her neck. "Uh…I don't know. I woke up with this."
Kyouya's eyebrow raised up. Part of him didn't believe her, but he didn't want to corner her when she was already high-strung. He dreaded that he must have done something inappropriate to her, but he couldn't remember. What did he do? He wanted to say something to her, anything, to make her feel more at ease around him, but that ended right when the car stopped. They already reached Haruhi's apartment.
"Thank you, Kyouya. Oh, and do tell your father that I had a great time. The party was amazing."
She was in such a hurry, all Kyouya could do was nod in reply. She immediately got out of the car and closed the door. Kyouya thought for a bit, trying so hard as to what caused Haruhi to act so strange. She was always a bit cautious around him, probably because of how he and his father were, but it was still unnerving. He had to remember what happened that morning…
"You didn't hear the alarm at nine o'clock?"
"I might have, but I was not really awake."
At that time…she was acting so strange. He did see a tint of pink in her cheeks when he mentioned the alarm clock, especially the hint of panic in her voice. Maybe that was it? Possibly, but maybe if he tried to remember a bit further…what the hell happened?
"Never expect a man to not do anything when sharing the same bed with a woman."
Oh, god…what…wait, he couldn't have possibly…no.
He suddenly remembered everything.
"…It serves you right. It's your fault for not making up your damn mind last night. This…should teach you a lesson."
Oh, god…
That explains everything…
The bruise on her neck, the blush on her face, the uncomfortable silence…
HE WAS A PERVERT!
Kyouya took off his glasses to put his fingers at the bridge of his nose. He groaned, annoyed with himself. He couldn't believe that he just molested her. She didn't seem to think it even felt nice…right? He tried to remember her reaction in hopes that maybe that she didn't mind, or…well, that sounded stupid right off the bat. He sighed, but still thought back to that moment. How did she react? She was being molested, so he highly doubted that she was enjoying it.
Kyouya had never felt so disgusted in his entire life.
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Kyouya paced around his room for hours. He couldn't help feeling horrible for days. His bodyguards didn't want to bother him with it, considering they were already chewed out for trying to help. He was angry, mostly at himself. He was trying so hard to figure out a way to apologize to Haruhi. He had to. However, he didn't know how to approach the subject.
Sorry for molesting you? I didn't mean to take advantage of you? It's not my fault that I'm not a morning person? Ugh! They all just sounded completely weak! Kyouya heard a knock at his door, making him jump. He answered the door, noticing his servant on the other side.
"Kyouya-kun, the Hitachiin twins are here to see you."
He inwardly groaned. Horrible timing on their part. "Bring them in."
Before the servant turned his back, the twins suddenly appeared, their smiles wide from ear to ear. They walked in, immediately making themselves comfortable.
"Hello, hello~! We're baaackk!"
"Sorry we couldn't be at that little 'gathering' that your dad put together. Apparently, we ended up going to Italy. Our mom's fashion show was a must."
Kyouya couldn't help but chuckle. "Ah…and how did that go?"
Kaoru grinned. "Perfectly, as usual. And how was our dear Haruhi? We heard that she was more beautiful than Cinderella."
Kyouya had closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. "She handled the guests very well."
The twins laughed. "Well, she IS our Natural Rookie!"
Hikaru got up and walked towards Kyouya. "We're planning on going to Haruhi's place. We want to go and give her a gift that we got. Want to join us?"
Kyouya looked at them. Finally, his mind was reeling. He could definitely take advantage of the situation. He could go with the twins, and hopefully, in some way or another, apologize for his actions to Haruhi. He straightened, and with a smile, agreed to come along.
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Haruhi pressed the start button on the drying machine, sighing as the machine started to hum. She was definitely glad that she was able to wash the sheets in time, and before dinner, too. She walked to the kitchen as she grabbed all the ingredients for her dinner, since she was alone for the night. As she was about to prepare it, there was a knock on her door. She sighed, guessing who it might be. It was probably Tamaki. For the past couple weeks, he had been trying to visit, but he was with his mother in France.
She walked up to her door, looking through the peep hole as she noticed three men at the door. It was the twins and Kyouya. She sighed, giving the twins a piercing glare as she opened the door.
"You know, I was gonna spend the night ALONE."
"We figured," the twins started, "but we just HAD to come over. We just got back from Italy, and we thought we'd give you a souvenir."
Haruhi sighed. "You guys didn't have to do that…seriously, I-"
"Oh, were you starting to make dinner? Awesome timing, we're pretty hungry."
Haruhi knew that they were going to let themselves in, so she just stepped aside, and let them walk in. Haruhi finally looked up, finally making eye contact with Kyouya. Before she could even speak, Kyouya interfered. He shoved a small box in front of her nose.
"Ah…what's this?"
"A peace offering."
Haruhi frowned, knowing fully well what he was referring to. She took the box, noticing how inside the clear cover was strawberry shortcake. She wasn't one for sweets, but it was her favorite.
"How did you…"
She looked up, and her brain finally told her that this was Kyouya. The guy who was always a few steps ahead of anything when it came to finances. She looked back down, sighing to herself as she walked away. Unknown to her, Kyouya stood there, a bit miffed that she didn't even bother to even mumble a proper "thank you." However, he followed her to the round table as she prepared dinner for them.
It wasn't long until they all thanked her for the food, and ate it with gusto. After they were done, they all shared the strawberry shortcake that Kyouya brought for her, to his annoyance. It was a peace offering, damn it. It was for Haruhi, and only for Haruhi. He ate his piece quietly anyway.
"Haruhiii~" Kauru started, "we brought you something from Italy."
She grunted. "Ugh, not another fancy dress. I already have enough from my father."
The twins grinned, taking the small bag that had been sitting next to them the entire time.
"We were browsing around, and we saw this. We immediately thought that it's perfect for you."
Haruhi was now curious. It wasn't a dress? At all? For once, she was excited in opening a box that was about the size of her palm.
It was a bracelet. It was just too amazing to look at.
Each bead were tiny shapes of strawberries. They were all silver, except for tiny, embedded specks of ruby that glittered in the lamp that hung above them. She was speechless. Completely speechless.
"This…"
"You like it?"
"It…"
"Yeeessss?"
"This must have been expensive."
Leave it to Haruhi to think of the cost instead of the present.
"Are those real tiny rubies?"
The twins started to chuckle. "Of course it is!"
"I…"
Hikaru stopped her before she said anything more about it.
"Alright, I know you're still not used to these kinds of things, but it would really be nice to wear something that we give you."
"But I always wear the things that you give me."
"Yeah, but you never keep it."
Haruhi paused a minute, now feeling guilty about all of the presents that they had given her over the years. She then smiled.
"Alright, how about this? I'll wear this on special occasions."
"Yes! Deal!"
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"G'night, Haruhi~"
They were finally leaving. After spending the good four hours in her apartment, it was nice that she had the time to pick up where she left off. Her laundry. She was still waiting for Kyouya to put on his shoes. She guessed she could take out those sheets from the dryer. It had been sitting there far too long.
Kyouya sat there for a minute, trying to figure out a way to actually apologize to her. Apparently, the cake didn't seem to work. Maybe a straightforward apology.
I'm sorry.
There.
It's not that hard to say.
He took his shoes back off and walked towards where Haruhi might be. He was about to call her, but that didn't seem to be necessary as he crashed onto her, the white sheets that she had in her hands flew up in the air as they swayed carelessly back down over the two people that landed on the floor. Kyouya was on top of her, probably crushing her lungs in the process. He swore under his breath, not at her, but at himself as he has to apologize about this as well. He got up carefully. Not too fast as to give him lightheadedness, but not too slow as to make it seem intimate.
However, it felt intimate, whichever way he looked at it. He was over her, the sheets covering them both. Her shoulder-length hair sprawled like a dark curtain, her eyes in shock as she tried to figure out what happened. She had a sudden flashback of the night that Kyouya had tried to intimidate her, hovering over her on the bed. However, Kyouya didn't linger. He got up as quickly as he could, helping her up off the floor.
"I'm sorry."
Kyouya finally said it. However, he thought, saying it once didn't really justify it all. He helped her pick up the sheets, not trusting himself to say another word. That was short-lived as Haruhi started to talk, a smile on her face as she picked up the sheets off the floor.
"Don't worry about it. Nothing's destroyed."
"Not about that."
Haruhi stopped dead. She suddenly felt a hand brushing against her neck. The bruise there had already turned a nice pale yellow, healing slowly as the days went by.
"About what happened that night, I pretty much attacked you. It was uncharacteristic of me."
Haruhi finally found the words that she was scrambling for. She was still a bit winded from the fall. After another few seconds to steady herself, she spoke.
"It's…not your fault, really. It's mine. I was the one who invited you with me. I was the one who didn't listen to you. You were right. I should never expect a guy to not do anything when sharing a bed with a woman. So…I should be the one apologizing. I'm very sorry."
Kyouya frowned. Just like that, every problem that was bothering him for weeks was finished just like that. It…annoyed him. He had scrambled his brain to figure out a way to apologize, and there she was, apologizing for HER actions.
He molested her. He molested her on his bed, against her own free will in a room with soundproof walls. He made her uncomfortable. He was just glad that it was only a bruise on the neck, instead of a full-on attack on her body. However, it annoyed him that she brushed that all off, as if it never happened.
"Haruhi…as pleased as I am that you hold no grudge against me, it bothers me that this issue is swept under the rug."
Haruhi looked up at him, getting back up as she place the sheets in the storage closet.
"You do realize…I attacked you. I was the one who did that to you," he pointed at her neck, making her subconsciously reach out to touch it, "and yet…you don't seem the least bit uncomfortable around me."
Haruhi frowned. She saw no problem in the situation at all. It was just an accident.
"Kyouya, you're a great friend. I know that you would never intend to hurt me. Besides, I know that you don't think of me like that. If you did, then the situation would have been a lot more uncomfortable."
"Oh, really?"
He put his arm out to stop her from walking past by him. He took a step closer, making Haruhi gently hit the wall behind her. She would have turned the other way around, but his other arm was there. She was caged in.
"K-Kyouya?"
He felt the need to antagonize her. She needed to learn that this kind of situation shouldn't be brushed off. It shouldn't be ignored.
"Haruhi…you should know that anything I do to you should always make you uncomfortable."
She immediately paled.
"Well, Kyouya…what you're doing is making me uncomfortable."
"Good."
He didn't waste any more time. He plunged forward, taking her lips with his. He was deeply gentle with her, not to scare her as he skimmed her lips. However, he hovered over her, making her know full well who was in control. He felt her hand touch his shoulder, trembling as she gently fisted his shirt. He released her lips, sliding his pair over her cheek, then at her jaw, and finally stopping at the pale yellow bruise on her neck. He didn't kiss there. He didn't bite, lick, or do any such thing. He just hovered there, feeling her pulse as it hammered through her skin. He smiled, proud that he could elicit that kind of reaction out of her.
"Haruhi… "
He finally got up, seeing her face. It was no longer pale, but her cheeks were adorned with a nice shade of red. Her eyes were completely wide from shock. Her breathing was ragged, trying to steady it before she began to speak. However, it didn't come out right as she mumbled and stuttered through her sentence. Suddenly, there was a loud ring. It was coming from Kyouya's pocket. He moved away from her as he reached into his pockets. He picked it up. To Haruhi's surprise, his voice was calm and controlled.
"Yes. Alright, I'll be down in a minute."
He hung up, and his eyes were immediately back on hers.
"Well, it seems that my driver has saved you tonight."
She didn't trust herself to speak. She only stood there, her mind still reeling for words. She trusted herself enough to gently nod. However, even that action seemed stupid, and she mentally kicked herself. Kyouya was already at the door, his shoes snug in place. He opened the door, but didn't go through it. He turned back around to see her in the same spot where he had left her.
"Haruhi…what I did before that night, I really am sorry, and I would gladly appreciate it if you accept it. However, what I did now…I'm not even close to sorry."
Haruhi stopped breathing as he smiled wickedly.
"Good night."
She stood there, frozen on the spot as she mulled over his words. Not the words that he had just spoken, but his words weeks ago when he held her in place in his bed.
"Never expect a man to not do anything when sharing the same bed with a woman."
She finally understood the hidden meaning between those words. It wasn't that she should be careful with any man. It was that she should be careful with HIM. He was dangerous. Bad-tempered, or not. She should have been more careful around him. This was Kyouya. THE Kyouya who cared about business and profit. THE KYOUYA who pretty much just kissed her without any hesitation. She just didn't understand him. Why would he pull that off?
He kissed her.
HE kissed HER.
She put her fingers on her lips. She could still feel them on hers. She could feel the warmth that he had left on her. Her body tingled as she recalled his lips tracing her neck. It felt foreign to her. It excited her to no end.
What was he trying to accomplish?
"What I did now…I'm not even close to sorry."
She wanted to know. She really wanted to know.
Did he like her? No, that was too stupid. He had nothing to gain for being with her. Nothing at all. Her father wasn't an owner of any company or a billionaire. She didn't win the lottery or any of that sort. She was a commoner who liked specials in grocery stores, who liked saving money for college, who had dreams of being a lawyer, just like her mother.
Maybe…she should just ask him about it when she had the chance. Hopefully, her chance would be the next day. At the time being, she decided to sleep on it. She needed rest, and relaxation.
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The plot thickens. Mwahahaha...yeah, anyway, hope you enjoyed it. I'll put the last chapter up later.