Ack! Another difficult chapter to write… it turns out writing as Kyouya confessing is REALLY difficult. Oh and if you want to request something go ahead and I will try to add it in if it can fit the story or I will try and do a separate one shot involving your idea :P
Haruhi: She doesn't own Ouran or any of it's characters. (Thank God!)
Red: Excuse Me?
Kyouya: Too much drama for our tastes…
Red: Jerks….
"Haruhi…"
"Yes?"
"Say something…"
"I don't know if I can…"
"Then at least do something."
"Okay."
…
"Haruhi, we need to talk…" I look down at her and a shiver runs through me as I stare into those big brown eyes. I don't know if I can do this…
"Yes Kyouya?" I can't help but study her lips as she says my name.
"I… I think I might possibly like you…" I glance away. Why did I say it? Why did I have to go and fall for the commoner! My father is going to be pissed… And yet I can't imagine taking back what I have said. The silence cuts through my soul. I look down to see Haruhi staring up at me, her eyes wide, and her mouth agape.
"Haruhi…"
"Yes?" She says it like a question… Never a good sign.
"Say something…"
"I don't know if I can…" I sigh, why must she be so difficult, either you like me or you don't.
"Then at least do something."
"Okay." What she does next surprises me. She turns on her heels and runs for the door. As she slams the door behind her the loud cracking noises adds sound effect to what I am feeling. Never have I felt so weak. My heart feels like it is either ripping in half or about to pound right out of my chest. What the hell is this…
I fall to the floor dejected. I am an Ootori. I can have anything in the world. I am an Ootori. I have unlimited power. This mantra plays over and over in my head. This was something that usually worked and yet my broken heart will not freeze back over. A spot on the floor darkens and I touch it… It's wet. Am I crying? Why the hell am I crying? She doesn't mean that much to me. That is a lie and you know it. The voice in the back of my head calls me out on my bull shit once again. Stupid inner voice of reason.
I wipe the tears from my eyes and stand up. I will not be this weak, or at least I won't show it. I get in the shower and then change into my usual dressy/casual dark attire. Taking a deep breathe I step out of my room to head downstairs.
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His confession stuns me. I feel numb and can't even move, let alone think. How could he like me? Mr. Merit himself, liking a commoner it was improbable, no, impossible. And yet, here he was standing in front of me, his cheeks tinted pink, his eyes darting away from me, embarrassed. Now he wants me to say something? Doesn't he realize what a shock this is? I feel sick. Why did he have to like me back? It is so much easier to just watch from a distance and dream.
I bolt out of the room and collapse against the shut door, sliding down to the floor, hugging my knee's to my chest. Why am I responding this way? Mother in Heaven, I wish you were here to explain this feeling to me. I feel like my heart is going to implode. I need help. Maybe I am sick… or… or…
Maybe you like him… Shut up voice of reason! I do not love him. Love? Did I mention love? Sigh, I need to get up off of the floor. I can't let anyone see me like this. So confused, lost, and sopping in my own tears. I stand and wipe my off my tears. After changing into a fresh shirt I head downstairs, managing to, for the most part, keep my emotions in check. The first thing I notice is that everyone but Kyouya isn't down here anymore. Kyouya is sitting there sipping a cup of what looks like coffee. I sniff, and a little alcohol…
"Kyouya?"
"I do believe you are missing an honorific there." He says smoothly not looking up from his paper. His response stings more than I would have thought and I internally cringe.
"Kyouya-SENPAI… We need to talk."
"Fujioka-san we have done enough talking for one day." He takes a sip of coffee. What the hell? Now I am not even Haruhi? Angered I fume, as I stomp out of the house to the beach I stop and respond.
"My name is Haruhi, KYOUYA, and I would like you to remember that, you stupid confusing damned rich bastard!" With that I turn and storm out of the house, not caring enough to look back.
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Walking down stairs I find the kitchen empty and pour myself some coffee. Definitely not strong enough. I grab a bottle of the closest alcoholic beverage and pour a heady dose into my mug. I take a sip and choke a little at the burning liquid. Perfect. I sit down and look at the paper, knowing very well that when Haruhi comes down I will be the first thing she sees. I watch silently as she comes down. Her eyes look puffy and her new shirt has a few tear stains. Good, maybe she realizes how horrible she was.
When she says my name I almost want to turn mushy again but I don't, instead I resort to what I know best. Coldness. Using her proper name feels foreign to my tongue and very forced. I watch as she cringes. After that she snaps. I watch as she leaves, obviously upset. God, I am such a hypocrite. Now who is the one being horrible? What do I do… a part of me wants to chase after her and beg for forgiveness, another wants to just go upstairs and sleep the rest of the trip, and another is laughing at the other two, scolding me for acting so un-Ootori like.
Chase after her idiot! My inner voice screams. With that I am off, running after the best thing I have ever ruined in my life.
So short! I know, and so not my best writing. Stupid Kyouya! Stupid Haruhi! Why can't you two just stop the drama and get together already! lol Silly red, that's because you enjoy toying with them too much, plus what's a story without a little (or a lot) of drama :) THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS YOU GUYS ARE GREAT! That was for the people who don't read these long rambles. REVIEW PLEASE :P
P.s. In the last chapter Kyouya was never naked…. four of my perverted friends decided that it was up for debate so I figured I would let that be known in case that wasn't clear. He was most definitely fully clothed at all times! lol