A KyouyaXHaruhi Fan fiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club
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It was pouring heavily outside. Haruhi Fujioka was alone in her apartment, studying for her upcoming exam in Biology. Luckily for her, there were no thunders and all she could hear was the noisy raindrops on the roof.
But unfortunately, she could not concentrate for some reasons. For one thing, she was still keeping herself alert for she was afraid that a thunder of a lightning might suddenly strike. And for another, a certain devil was currently occupying her mind.
Her sempai, Kyouya Ootori, was back to normal and was busy as ever in keeping track of the financial status of the host club. She also noticed that he was not teasing her anymore - not that she was complaining (she swear) - and was somewhat ignoring her.
She could not really understand what her sempai was pulling. First, he was seducing her to no end, and then, he was ignoring her the next. And she could not deny the fact that he had somehow managed to sweep her off her feet. With that dashing smile, the very warm look in his eyes, and that I'm-your-Kyouya-thing, she was falling more and more for him, more than what she could admit possible.
But now, it was as if all those moments (and kisses) were nothing but a dream and that she was just imagining things. Why would someone like him be interested in her, after all? Maybe he was just kidding around that time or maybe he was just sick or possessed by some unknown supernatural being and that he was not knowledgeable of everything he said and did.
Or maybe it was all just a dream after all. She had just already woken up. The magic has ended and the carriage had turned back to an ugly pumpkin. She was a princess no more.
And what an idiotic princess she had been.
She sighed.
Thinking about it made her feel something weird - some foreign feeling she did not know how to handle.
Kyouya-sempai...
Suddenly, she heard her phone rang.
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Kyouya Ootori calling...
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Haruhi could not believe what she was seeing. She was just thinking about him a moment ago and now he was suddenly calling her. There goes the conclusion that she was being ignored.
Club matters, most probably.
She pressed the answer key.
"Hello?" she said.
"Haruhi," he answered.
"S-Sempai?" she could hear the noise of the rain from the other line.
"I..." he hesitated for a second, "I am in front of your apartment.
Haruhi did not even care to press the end button. She quickly ran to the door and true to his words, Kyouya was there, perfectly wet.
"What in the world are you doing?" she said, pulling him inside. She took one large towel from the cupboard and dried his hair. "Are you, by any chance, trying to torture yourself?"
"I-"
"Sempai," Haruhi interrupted. "At lease change your clothes before you say anything. Good grief! You're so cold!"
She ran to her father's room, and searched for a change of clothes. She found a shirt and a pair of sweatpants - not his style but it will do for the moment.
"Here," she said, handing him the pieces of clothing, "Please change to these clothes." she pushed him to the bathroom and threw him a warning look. "And I don't want to hear any complain. Now, go."
To her surprise, he silently obeyed her command. What's with his sempai lately? He was changing bit by bit. She was sure that she was not the only one who noticed it. And these past few weeks, she was always involved. Does her sempai like her? That's impossible. But what if he does?
Much to her chagrin, the bathroom door opened and a Kyouya in her father's clothes emerged. He still looked pale but at least he was dry. He sat on the floor opposite her.
"Thank you," he said. "And sorry for intruding your..." he eyed her pile of books and notes, "review."
"Actually, I'm almost finished." She disagreed lightly. And I can't concentrate, thanks to you. "So..."
"So?"
"Care to provide me some explanations?" she said in a mock-angry tone.
"Oh, that." he answered. "I..." he seemed to be trying to find the right words to say.
Haruhi waited patiently, but the explanation she was waiting never came. Kyouya suddenly collapsed onto the floor.
"KYOUYA-SEMPAI!"
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Dark orbs opened slowly.
"Haru-"
"Sempai!" he heard a worried voice. "Thank Kami, you're awake!"
He slowly recognized the room. Ah, hospital. "What happened?"
"You collapsed. Your sister was here a moment ago, by the way. She was dead worried. She was speaking with the doctor right now." Haruhi said. After seeing him collapse, she quickly called for help and brought him to the hospital. Turned out that the nearest hospital there was owned by the Ootori family so they were prioritized and was entertained immediately. She quickly called Kyouya's sister after that. "You scared me back there. I nearly died of heart attack."
Haruhi expected him to put malice on her being worried over him, but he did not.
"Sorry," he said, "for being a nuisance to you. I always cause you trouble."
"It isn't as if I can do anything about it." she muttered under breath half-jokingly. "Why did you rush to my apartment, anyway? You should have just called if you're going to say anything."
"I know I had been rude these past few days." Rude? Wait, is he talking about... "I've been ignoring you lately."
Haruhi did not answer. She did not know what to say.
"I've been a headache to you, ne?" he continued. "And I know you hate me because of that."
"Sempai-"
"Giving you unnecessary punishments, dragging you somewhere without your consent... kissing you... I've been such a pest." he laughed to himself.
"What are you-"
"That's why I thought keeping myself away would be the best for you." he stared at the ceiling, "The problem is... I can't."
"Kyouya-sempai," she said, "I think you should take some rest. The fever's getting to your head."
"Yeah, I sound like some crazy guy rambling about nonsense." he tried to sit up.
"Sempai! Your body is still weak! Please lie down and sleep. You're going to collapse again if-"
"I do not want to sleep." he interrupted. "If I sleep, you will leave me right?"
"Sempai, that sounded childish."
"Please," he sounded so determined not to sleep. But he needed to have some rest. Haruhi was thinking that if she stayed longer, Kyouya will be depriving himself of sleep.
"But sempai-"
"Haruhi, when are you going to call me Kyouya-kun?" he waited for her to answer but she didn't. "I see, you don't want to."
"It's not that!" Haruhi said firmly. "Why are you saying these things to me?" she asked in a very low voice that he almost missed the question. "Why are you treating me this way? I... I don't understand you anymore."
"You don't understand a thing? Honestly?" he said and seeing her shaking her head, he let out a small sigh. "I never thought commoners were this slow."
Oh the nerve! And now he was insulting her? "What?"
"Are three kisses not enough for you to understand? Or do I need to give you a fourth one?" he suddenly pulled her to him and smirked. "Just tell me because I am more than willing to give it to you."
He leaned forward. Their faces were so close that their noses were almost touching. Haruhi felt her heart stop beating.
"Just push me if you don't want to." he said, inching his face closer to hers.
Haruhi did not know what to do. He was leaving the matter to her hands, giving her the power to decide whether he would kiss her or not. And what should she do? It isn't as if she didn't miss his soft lips. And every kiss he had bestowed on her seemed to happen so fast that she was thinking that she hadn't had enough. It all actually felt like a dream. Why not try the fourth one?
I'm just doing this because I want to understand what he was talking about.
Ugh, excuses.
Kyouya noticed that she was not pushing him away. He smiled. So she wanted to, after all. "Close your eyes..."
She did as she was told. Only him can make her do things like this. This stupid, obnoxious-
She suddenly felt a pair of lips gently brushing against her own, kissing her in a slow, sensuous manner. The kiss was very sweet and every bit of it showed something she never imagine to come across - affection, love.
She kissed him back, lips moving with his like dance partners. Their lips molded perfectly like they were meant for each other. Haruhi never felt like this before. Their kiss became passionate, needy, and she felt her knees turned jelly. She felt his hands took her own and placed it on his shoulders. She used it as support and settled herself perfectly on his lap. His hands then flew to her waist, snaking around her and securing her protectively.
They both wanted it to last forever. But they were only human, and due to lackness of air, they pulled apart.
"I think..." Kyouya said, licking his lips. "we need a fifth one."
"Fifth, sixth, seventh... I don't mind." Haruhi answered.
Kyouya smiled, pulling her again for another round of kisses.
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Fin
(A/N: There you go, the last chapter. I was thinking of an epilogue or sort of an omake, but I am not sure if I would write it or not. It was really short. Thanks for bearing with me, by the way. And thank you so much for the reviews. I hope you enjoyed this fic. ;) ... )
