A KyouyaXHaruhi Fan fiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club
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"Haruhi, come over here for a moment, look at this."
Kyouya's eyes strained over a petite female half-running towards Hikaru. Her face, as cute as ever, showed a tiny hint of confusion.
"What is it, Hikaru-kun?" the gentleness in her voice was not missed by him, as well as the fact that she was, by the way she added -kun to Hikaru's name, in terms with him rather well. He could also see the subtle pleased expression on Hikaru's face. And he was not the least bit happy by it.
He couldn't hear what the two were talking about but he was observing them closely behind his glasses. He pretended to be writing something on his ever-dependable clipboard but his eyes were focused on the two.
And it wasn't as if he didn't notice Hikaru's hand happily resting at the small of her back.
Lucky hand, in his opinion.
Hikaru told her something that made her laugh. She looked cuter when she laugh naturally like that. But the fact that it was another man, and not him, was the one who caused it made his inner boil.
"Hikaru, what are you doing with your sister?" Tamaki's idiocy began. "Haruhi, get away from that pervert! Come to Daddy!"
"Oi, tono, who are you calling pervert? If there is one here, it's most probably you." Hikaru protested. Kaoru appeared beside him and they both hugged Haruhi tightly. "Come on Haruhi, let's get away from that closet pervert." they both said.
Twitch.
Kyouya barely managed to control his anger. He had the urge to strangle the twin away from her and take her to his arms where she definitely belonged.
"Mommy, help me." Tamaki whined. "That two were sexually harassing our daughter!"
"Here we go again," Haruhi muttered.
Yes, this situation was definitely a regular routine in the Host Club household. But this time, it was downright stepping on the line. He had to take actions. No one messes with mommy and gets away with it.
Putting down his clipboard, he strolled towards them, keeping a calm composure. If only they knew what was going on inside his mind...
He pulled Haruhi away from the two, and cosset her in his arms. Everyone in the room looked flabbergasted, jaw-dropped, and speechless. Kyouya, on the other hand, was enthralled by the female he was holding. All the murderous scheme he was planning a moment ago seemed to melt because of her. So this was what he was missing for ages, the feeling that the twins was greedily monopolizing. He nuzzled her neck and inhaled her scent. Addicting strawberry.
"Haruhi..." he whispered.
"S-Sempai, w-what are you doing?" she whispered back.
"Keeping what is rightfully mine."
"W-What?"
"You remember the punishment, right?"
She hesitatingly nodded. She couldn't believe he was serious about the punishment.
"Good." he pulled her by the hand and they both exited the room, leaving the remaining host club members who had not yet recovered by the scene that was unfolded before them.
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"Kyouya-sempai," Haruhi said. "Where are we going?"
He didn't answer. He, himself, didn't know what he was doing. All he could think of was the soft hands that was currently enveloped by his own. They had reached his car and he opened the passenger seat. Haruhi noticed that the driver was nowhere in sight.
"Where's Akimoto-san?"
"I gave him the rest of the day off." Kyouya answered, sitting himself on the driver's seat. "Today was his daughter's birthday."
Haruhi looked at him disbelievingly. He gave his driver a day off? Impossible.
Kyouya noticed her surprised reaction. "What's wrong with that?"
"Sorry, I-I.."
"I have my own good side, too." Kyouya said, looking far away. Actually, he was also aware of the gradual changes that was happening to him. And it was surely because of a certain someone who managed to occupy his mind everyday.
He started the car and drove out of the school, refusing to speak any words. Haruhi sensed that something was wrong with her sempai. Surely, all those manipulative schemes earlier were nothing but natural for him to do, but staying silent like this... There must be something that's bothering him.
"Sempai," she said, calling his attention. "Can we - I mean if you'd like to - go to the nearby park?"
Kyouya looked at her, confused, but complied anyway. Haruhi could come up with weird ideas but he always enjoy complying along.
"Sure."
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Once in the park, they took a stroll. A comfortable silence was between them.
"Now, sempai, please tell me the truth." Haruhi suddenly said. "Is there something bothering you? You can always open your problems with me. It's not healthy to face your problems by yourself."
"Haru-"
"Oh no, wait. Is that why you insisted to drive along? I knew there must be something behind it! Kyouya-sempai, please-"
"Haruhi." Kyouya said firmly. He smiled at her. "Thanks for your concern, but I don't think there is a problem."
"But-"
"I know you love me, Haruhi. But I'm perfectly fine." he flashed a dazzling smirk.
"T-That's not it! See! You are always saying something like that. You're..." she looked down, "You're always teasing me."
Teasing her? "Is that what you think? I'm just teasing you?"
"And you're not?"
He looked at her eyes.
I'm not teasing you. I always say the truth, wishing that you would understand my feelings if I say it that way. I actually love you.
"Shall we continue walking?" he said.
Haruhi nodded her head. She kind of understand something but she was not still sure. Maybe, some other time, he will answer her question. Maybe everything will be clearer. And she will wait for that to happen.
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Omake:
Kyouya brought her back to her apartment. Haruhi managed again to make his day better. But she was forgetting something.
"Haruhi." he said.
Haruhi looked at him innocently. "Yes, sempai?"
He stepped closer and pecked her on the lips. "Here you go," he said, smiling, "the punishment."
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(A/N: Thanks for reading. ;) .. )
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