Haruhi basked in the bathtub, soaking in the warm water. She drown out the images of what had happened that day and the coming days that followed. She remembered the fear, the terror and the constant horrifying thoughts of trying to take her own life.
She supposed that the others would want to know this too. "Was it necessary though?" Haruhi mused. "it's over now. They needn't know."
Haruhi stepped out of the bath, grabbed a clean towel from the rail and wrapped it around her body. She exited the bathroom, to find a pair of clean clothes spread out on her bed, or rather, Kyouya's bed.
She sighed again. Her over protective friends sure lived up to their name. She still wasn't sure whether or not she was grateful for that.
Haruhi quickly dressed and crawled under the sheets of the large bed. She looked at it. It couldn't be a king-sized bed. It was far too big! Kyouya must have ordered a customized his bed. Haruhi smiled. That sounded like him. He deeply valued his own sleep. She heard a small knock on the door.
"Haruhi," Kyouya said. "Are you done?"
"You may come in."
Kyouya opened the door and walked in with Mori right behind him. "We're sleeping with you," Kyouya said with finality.
Haruhi's jaw dropped. Yes, they definitely lived up to their overprotective and overbearing titles. Haruhi narrowed her eyes.
"What. Did. You. Say?" she seethed. She had better misheard them.
Kyouya coughed, blushing slightly. "We're sleeping next to you," he rephrased.
Haruhi folded her arms stubbornly. "No. I'll be fine –. Mori!"
Mori walked past Kyouya lifted the comforter and scooted right in. Mori shamelessly snuggled closer to Haruhi.
"Sleep," he said and closed his eyes.
Kyouya's jaw dropped just as Haruhi's had. This guy moves fast!
Kyouya quickly ducked under the covers on the other side of the bed. "Sleep," he repeated.
Haruhi threw her hands up. "Well, thank you for asking me nicely," she said, sarcastically.
Kyouya peeked at her from under the covers, watched as she muttered incoherent words before sliding back under the covers.
"Good night, Haruhi," Kyouya whispered, thinking that she didn't hear him.
Haruhi turned her body to face him, her nose barely centimeters away from his face. "Goodnight, Kyouya." Haruhi closed her eyes and snuggled in deeper.
Kyouya's eyes shot open, and then silently groaned. He'd never get any sleep like this almost regretting his decision. He heard her breathing get even and a soft snore from under the covers. A small smile made its way on his face. Almost.
The next morning, Kyouya woke up feeling empty, as if something was missing something. His hands involuntarily searched for something or someone that was supposed to be there. It felt cold. He groaned and sat up. He racked his brain trying to remember what had happened last night.
His ears perked up when he heard soft chatter and laughter from outside the room.
Haruhi.
Kyouya scrambled out of bed and rushed out, almost running to the kitchen. He found Haruhi sitting on the kitchen island munching on churros, with Mori sitting on a kitchen stool, sipping tea. Her head snapped as she turned her head catching his gaze on her under dressed state.
"Why aren't you wearing pants?" Kyouya demanded.
"Good morning to you too, Kyouya."
Kyouya yelled for his maid and she came running in seconds later. Kyouya started yelling at her for decent clothes for Haruhi and he wanted them pronto.
Haruhi raised an eyebrow and continued to munch on the churros. "You don't have to yell at her. I'm wearing shorts which are pants that are decent enough."
Like hell they are.
Kyouya narrowed his eyes, making a mental note that when his maid gets clothes for Haruhi, bloody shorts would definitely not be on the list.
Mori eyed him wearily. He was making his feelings more obvious. He supposed it was attributed to the fact that the few seconds that took place after Kyouya woke up, had his defences down. Mori was quite amused with this side of Kyouya.
"I need to go to work," Haruhi said, jumping off the counter and swallowed the remainder of her churros. Mori was quick to grab her arm before Kyouya had a chance to speak up. He was, after all, faster on his feet and reflexes than he was with words.
"No. Stay in," Mori said. Three words. He could only manage three words because he was starting to turn beet red from holding back her arm.
Haruhi pursed her lips and scowled. "I need to garner income for myself."
in actuality, she just needed a distraction.
"We haven't solved the mystery. And you have not spilled on anything besides raising the alarm that you have been kidnapped," Kyouya spoke up.
She needed time to herself, to figure things out.
"I knew I should have bugged your house," Haruhi heard him mutter under his breath.
Maybe he should have, Haruhi thought bitterly.
"I need to get to work," Haruhi protested. Mori let go of her hand and rubbed his thumb with his index finger, as if he had touched something sacred and he needed to savour that touch. Mori looked at his own fingers curiously.
"Which reminds me... what is your occupation?" Kyouya asked suspiciously, eyeing Mori from the corner of his eye.
Haruhi fidgeted with her fingers. "I can't tell you that," she said hesitantly.
Mori stopped observing his own fingers and glanced at Haruhi.
"And why not?" Kyouya demanded.
Haruhi mumbled something and started to edge her way out of the kitchen, hoping that they wouldn't notice her leaving. This time, Kyouya grabbed on to her. He needed this information if he wanted to put the pieces of this mystery together, or rather if he wanted to put pieces of this now mysterious Haruhi together. He wanted to figure her out.
Haruhi sighed. "Just give me a laptop and I'll do my work here," she said.
Kyouya frowned realising that extracting information out of Haruhi was going to be difficult. But at least he had a hint of what she was doing. She could work from home. This was a conceded possibility. Inwardly he sighed in relief, his worst fears banished of that she was perhaps working in the black market of some sort.