Before We Part Ways

Before We Part Ways

A KyouyaXHaruhi Fan fiction

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club

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Haruhi Fujioka was utterly confused.

Here she was, sitting in a classic restaurant with the drop-dead gorgeous, dark-haired bishie of the Ouran Host Club.

Yes, she was having a dinner with Kyouya Ootori.

After the (ridiculous) incident a week ago, her sempai suddenly, and oh-so-lovingly, announced that she had managed (again) to own a debt from him. When she asked why, he simply answered: "for pulling me out of my dream in a very un-lady-like manner".

Haruhi tried her best to come up with any excuse as to why she did such thing (which, in her opinion, was very appropriate since lady-like way of waking him up didn't work). But it seemed like every excuse she threw at him, he had something under his sleeve in return.

And the most confusing part of it was she should, mind you she had not been given any other option here, go and have dinner with him.

It's more of a favor than a punishment, really.

She sighed inwardly.

She was fiddling the hem of her dress, which, by the way, was forced for her to wear, nervously under the table.

"Haruhi," Why must his voice sound so velvety?

"Y-Yes, sempai?"

He simply looked at her.

And there it was, the warm expression she thought was impossible to be played into his features.

She looked at him straightly, savoring that very expression because she was sure that it would only last for about…

3..

2..

1..

"You look plain." She knew that was coming.

"Sorry for being plain." She muttered under her breath.

A hot (and definitely gorgeous) blonde chick passed by their table and threw a suggestive look at her sempai.

Haruhi suddenly became conscious of her appearance. Does she really look plain? Surely she doesn't stand out and was not as stunning as that lady, but still…

"I like it." She barely caught those words.

"W-What?"

"What do you like to eat?" he suddenly asked, changing the subject. "Look, they have Crunchy Tuna Casserole. Do you like to try that one?"

Hearing the word 'tuna', Haruhi's ears suddenly perked up. She quickly scanned the listing and searched for the said menu.

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Crunchy Tuna Casserole ... $ XXXX

(Let's just assume this is a very high [and unreasonable] price)

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Wth.

Surely, this was some prank. Kyouya will NEVER, ever, not even in her dreams, spend such amount of money to simply punish her. There must be some reason behind this. Maybe he was trying to irritate her, Or… to humiliate her, perhaps? Realization hit her.

"Kyouya-sempai…" Haruhi said, a teensy weensy bit of murderous intent was seeping through her voice.

"Yes, Haru-" Kyouya was not able to finish his sentence as he suddenly found himself being pulled by a certain plain-looking-girl-who-loves-tuna out of the restaurant.

"I cannot believe I agreed to this!" she muttered harshly. "Damn rich bastard!"

She halted in front of his car and readily opened the door, surprising Kyouya's driver in the process, and went to the other side of the car.

"Get inside, sempai." she instructed, not realizing that she just rudely commanded Kyouya Ootori.

Kyouya Ootori for crying out loud!

Kyouya merely followed her instructions, amused by the girl's antics. That's what he liked about her. She's not the type of girl to be pushed around. Sure he was surprised by her sudden change of behavior, but he wasn't the least bit bothered by it. He liked surprises after all, especially if those surprises were made by this girl. Unpredictable girl.

Once inside the car, Haruhi's impressive confidence a moment ago seemed to flew out of the window. She was just keeping a straight face to suggest superiority, but really, who can be more superior than Kyouya? Every bit of him, the air he breathe, even the land that he was stepping on, he was everything a king is, the highest, the top of the chain.

"So, where are you taking me?" Kyouya's voice suddenly reached her ears.

That's right. She was planning to take him somewhere. And probably teach him some lessons.

"Um, Akimoto-san" Haruhi addressed the driver, "Middle Bridge Trail, do you know where that place is?"

"I certainly do, Fujioka-sama," the driver answered and looked warily at Kyouya, "but Kyouya-sama..."

"Kindly take us there, Akimoto-san." Kyouya answered.

"Hai."

Haruhi was surprised to hear that Kyouya complied to come along. She expected him to disagree to be taken to some unknown place and force her to take him back to that sh**ty restaurant. And also, since when did he learn to use the word 'kindly'!

But she was happy, nonetheless.

Whether he was sick or his brain was magically modified, Haruhi couldn't understand why lately, there was a tiny bit of gentleness in his actions. It was as if he was a different person, like he was not Kyouya. Wait... what if he really wasn't?

"Kyouya-sempai, do yo remember the three girls from Lobelia Girls Academy?" she asked testily.

"Yes."

"What was the name of their group again?"

"Zuka Club."

That's right, Zuka Club was very famous. Anyone can answer that simple question. Idiot.

"Who was the owner of the pension house where I worked last summer?"

"Misuzu-chi."

"What about the red-haired guy who asked Mori-sempai to take him as his apprentice?"

"Kasanoda-san."

"What was the name of Honey-sempai's stuffed toy bunny?"

"Silly. Usa-chan, of course."

Haruhi couldn't believe it. This Kyouya-cosplaying devil knew a lot of things. Maybe she had to make her questions a load more difficult.

"What about-"

"Haruhi..." Kyouya interrupted her, eyebrows arching in confusion. "What's with this queries? If you're trying to know me better, you are asking the wrong questions." he smirked. He leaned closer to her. "So, What do you really want to ask?"

"T-T-That's not it, Kyouya-sempai!" Haruhi stuttered. It was really difficult to think when he was that close. "I-I-I..."

"We're finally here, Kyouya-sama." luckily the driver interrupted. Kyouya was the first to came out of the car, and when he was out of sight, Haruhi whispered a small 'thank you' to the driver.

Haruhi led Kyouya to the street and stopped in front of a certain store.

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MINI-11. Open 24 Hours.

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"Haruhi," Kyouya said.

"Yes, sempai?" Haruhi answered.

"This is a convenient store."

"I know."

"What are we doing here?"

She didn't answer. She simply led him inside, not realizing that she was holding his hand in the process.

Kyouya, on the other hand, was very much aware of the situation. But his attention was diverted when they stopped at the instant noodles section. Oh no.

"Here you go, sempai." Haruhi handed him one.

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Instant Noodle. Beef flavor.

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"This is an instant noodle, right?"

"Yes."

"And you are going to make me eat this thing?"

"Yes." Haruhi was close to laughing now. She knew Kyouya hated being man-handled like that. "Why, are you afraid to eat one?"

"You are going to be punished because of this." he threatened and snatched another noodle and paid it at the counter. Haruhi watched him amusingly. She was not bothered by the punishment. She knew he wouldn't do anything stupid. And besides, she was the one giving punishment here.

"So..." Haruhi began when they were finally seated at the small table provided by the store. "Do you know how to eat this thing, sempai?"

"I certainly do, Ha-ru-hi."

The way he said her name had to be X-rated.

And she blushed.

Bingo.

"T-T-Then, l-let's eat." she stuttered. "I-Itadakimasu."

They ate in silence. But not so soon, Kyouya broke it.

"Haruhi," thank goodness, the way he called her name was normal, "How did they make this taste like beef? I didn't see any meat here at all."

Haruhi laughed.

"What's funny?"

"Sorry, sempai. The way you asked me, it was really childish." she answered. "Thank Kami, you were back to normal. I almost believed you were not my real Kyouya-sempai back there." she admitted. "Sorry.."

An arrogant smirk graced his features. "Your real Kyouya-sempai, what do you mean exactly by that?"

"I-I-"

"Don't worry, I'm still your Kyouya. I'm not gonna change."

Silence.

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"Anyway, let's continue eating, it wouldn't be enjoyable if the noodles were cold."

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It was almost 23:39 when Haruhi finally reached her home. After eating at the convenience store, Kyouya still insisted to take her to a nearby (cheap, to make her agree to come) restaurant to eat something heavy. Haruhi could disagree no more since her stomach wasn't satisfied with the instant noodles they ate.

Kyouya insisted to walk her up in her apartment.

"I... had fun back there. Thank you." she shyly admitted.

"Same here."

"So... I guess... I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes. I guess so."

"Um, goodnight sempai."

"Goodnight."

Haruhi opened the door and was about to enter when Kyouya suddenly called her.

"Haruhi,"

"Yes, sempai?" she turned around and found him still in his place.

"Don't be late tomorrow."

"I won't."

She was about to enter when he called her again.

"Haruhi,"

"Yes, sempai?"

"I'm serious with the punishment. Prepare for the worst."

"Hai, hai."

She turned around again and waited three seconds before entering her apartment. But after one step...

"Haruhi,"

"What is it ag-"

And his lips were suddenly pressed against her own. It was sweet and she couldn't pull away. It was as if she was enchanted by it, and all she could do was stand there and let her lips move in its own accord. But before she knew it, Kyouya had already pulled away, swiping her lower lip with his thumb.

"Sleep well."

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(A/N: Sorry if this is not as great as the first one. Please enjoy reading, ;) .. )