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Chapter 19: I will Survive
One week ago
Kyouya looked at his plane ticket sitting on his desk. It had finally come, the day where his plans were lined up. He was finally ready to face Haruhi again. After Amelia had called off the engagement he'd had to do some clean up here with his father, he'd managed to save the business transaction and his own butt in the process. Now it was finally winding down to the time when he would cross the ocean to meet with Haruhi once more. He wondered how she would receive him. Certainly not with open arms, Tamaki had reported to him often on Haruhi's condition. Kyouya always sensed there was something Tamaki was not willing to tell him.
Looking back at the memory of that special night he'd shared with Haruhi Kyouya couldn't believe he'd been so stupid in the way he acted after he found out about Amelia. He should have tried harder to shield Haruhi, he should have told her. Promised to make it go away. It should have been there for her, instead he hid he ran away he shut her out and maybe it was too late to ever open that door again. He had to at least try.
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After her sleepless night Haruhi walked around her apartment like a zombie. Her newly showered hair left droplets in her wake as she walked aimlessly through the space, moving this, cooking something to eat, sipping tea. It was all like a dream to her.
"Haruhi we're here!" The door suddenly burst open producing a glowing Tamaki as he sauntered in dramatically as ever and flipped his blonde hair back.
"Are you ready to have a wonderful day!" He asked clutching Haruhi to his chest he titled her chin back like he used to at home but his words died on his lips as he saw the vacant expression in her eyes.
"Did you sleep at all?" He asked not releasing her.
"Where are the others?" She asked avoiding his questions, and his embrace. She backed away and picked up her back up bag. Her heart sank at the knowledge that she'd left her favorite bag back at the street market at the feet of Kyouya.
"They are in the limo waiting."
"Limo!" Haruhi rolled her eyes and stomped from the apartment with Tamaki rushing after her crying about her cruelty.
"Hey bout time we've been waiting forever!" The twins whined as she slipped inside the cool limo and against the far window. Looking around cautiously Haruhi felt her heart hammer to see Kyouya sitting on the opposite side of her a book in his hands, his head bowed, completely ignoring her.
"You have not, shut up!" Haruhi reprimanded ignoring the twins hurt expressions as Tamaki slid inside and order the driver towards their destination.
Haruhi felt like she was cramped into the Limo, though in fact she had plenty of space to be relaxed. She couldn't get the feeling of Kyouya watching her even though his eyes never strayed from the pages of his book. He never even looked up to greet her. It was driving her nuts.
"What's so funny?" The twins asked as Haruhi let out a sudden laugh.
"Oh, nothing." She waved them off a "pissed off" type of smiling lining her face. She understood, Kyouya was staying silent, avoiding her to get her attention. To make her go so crazy she'd acknowledge him first. Well that definitely wasn't going to happen.
An American song suddenly popped into her head, one she'd been introduced to by a bubbly girl in her English class. It was called "I will Survive" by Donna Summers. That song suddenly hit straight home with Haruhi and she began to hum in it and pat her leg as she let herself relax and lean back against the leather seats.
Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
you think I'd crumble
you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
When she'd laughed Kyouya had been startled enough to break his unwavering gaze and look up at her. Even though she looked beyond mad, she was beautiful. He wanted so badly to speak, to hold her but he knew it wouldn't do anyone any good to drop down and confess himself to her in the limo. He instead watched as she lost her sense of darkness, the cloud above her head, she smiled out the window and patted Tamaki's hand when he pulled her sleeve in question. The brief contact between the two boiled his blood, but he knew Tamaki wasn't going to steal Haruhi from him.
After she'd left so suddenly the two had a long drawn out talk and they both understood what was going to happen. Tamaki and Kyouya had grown closer through the mutual lose of a single, commoner girl. The girl they had both foolishly kissed.