To Understand With a Kiss

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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(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. ;) ... )

Unspoken Confession

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. ;) .. )

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, ;) .. )

Hakuouki: Shinsengumi Kitan

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This is the new anime I've been busying myself over.

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Hakuouki Shinsegumi Kitan is a new anime series animated by Studio DEEN, and began airing in Japan on the TV Tokyo network on April 4, 2010. Based on the popular otome game of the same name developed by Otomate, it follows the story of Yukimura Chizuru, who travels to Kyoto to search for her missing father, and the Shinsengumi.

Plot

Based on Idea Factory's romance adventure game: Yukimura Chizuru has come to Kyoto looking for her father, a doctor who has gone missing. While there, she witnesses a fight between Rasetsu and the Shinsengumi. Taking her into custody, the Shinsengumi debates on what to do with Chizuru when they discover that she is the daughter of the doctor they are also looking for. The Shinsengumi then takes Chizuru along on their search after the missing doctor, from adventures to adventures.

via: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hakuouki

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Realization

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I finally became aware of the difficult realization that love is not something very easy to have. It is, indeed, a very painful thing. And the pain it causes will definitely break your heart.

When I felt it for the first time, I tried, in vain, to convince myself that the painful throbbing in my heart was nothing but a product of my imagination. And that I was only exaggerating the situation and amplifying my problems.

As I look closer, and open my eyes wider, I realized that I was not imagining things. I realized that he was really beyond what my hands can manage to reach. That I was no one but an acquaintance to him. That I do not own a special place in his heart. That I only thought there was a long lasting spark, but in reality, there was none. Not a single faint streak.

I found it hard to absorb the truth. Why didn't I realized it sooner? Why did it happen just when I already moved my foot forward? Just when my heart decided that I will love him wholly and truthfully forever?

I can't move my foot back. I was somewhat frozen from where I stood. As I slowly grasp the truth, it felt odd. It was as if there was an invisible chain wrapped tightly around my heart, squeezing my heart to its death.
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THE OURAN ALPHABETH

I've just seen this somewhere and posted it here. :)

A is for Academy, which is where the Ouran students attend

B is for Boy-Lolita, which is Mitsukuni Haninozuka

C is for Cosplay, which the Hosts do every day

D is for Debt, which is 8 million yen

E is for Emo Corner, which is Tamaki's depression spot

F is for Female, which is Haruhi's true gender

G is for Guy, which Haruhi has to dress and act like to pay off her debt

H is for Hikaru, who is the confused one of the Hitachiin Twins

I is for Innocent, which Honey claims to be

J is for Jealousy, which Hikaru expresses towards Haruhi and Arai

K is for Kaoru, who is the sweetest of the Hitachiin Twins (and the best...) //....I have to disagree with this. HIKARU is the best.

L is for Love, which is the feeling that Hikaru doesn't quite understand

M is for Mori, who is the strong and silent type

N is for Nekozawa, who will put a curse on you if you don't watch your back

O is for Ootori, which is a big name in the medical business

P is for Puppet, and its name is Belzeneff

Q is for Quiet, which basically describes Mori

R is for Roses, which every Host Club member has in their own color

S is for Swimsuit, which the Hitachiin brothers would like to see Haruhi wear

T is for Tamaki, who considers himself as the "King" of the Host Club

U is for Usa-chan, which is the name of Honey's stuffed bunny

V is for Vocals, which Renge uses a lot

W is for Wonderland, where Haruhi got stuck.

X is for X-Ray Vision, which the Hitachiin Brothers wish they had. (...yeah, i know they do...they probably already have it. that's what the smirks are for. -_-)

Y is for Yaoi, which the Ouran show has a lot of thanks to the Hitachiin Twins //....I personally don't like this letter

Z is for the Zuka Club, which Haruhi was almost forced to join

How to Wake Up a Man

How to Wake Up a Man

A KyouyaXHaruhi Fan fiction

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club

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Mother in heaven. Haruhi sighed inwardly.

Why wouldn't she?

She was in the third music room, her fellow host club members already left half an hour ago, facing the low blood shadow king who was peacefully sleeping on the couch.

Unfortunately, the dubious task of waking the handsome devil-in-disguise unceremoniously fell, to her horror, on her lap as her sempais manage to came up with various excuses to avoid the seemingly impossible duty.

What should I do?

Haruhi was pretty much aware of the, er, negative repercussions of pulling the said young man out of his slumber. She was twisting and re-twisting the gears of her brain, trying to find a solution.

She scooted over him, looking at his sleeping figure more closely.

His eyes were fully closed, his eyebrows were relaxed, his lips were a little bit parted and his chest was rising up and down in a slow steady pace. His dark hair was a bit messy and partially covering his handsome features.

She had the sudden urge to pull it away and clear his face.

Wth.

Haruhi violently shook her head. She must be really hungry that weird things came popping out of her head.

She looked back at him.

Really, if he would just show this innocent (and pure, in her opinion) side of him to public, he might be more agreeable. Why must helping others without expecting anything in return be difficult for him? This merit-thing, how can it be so important?

Whatever.

18:37

It was getting late, and she still had to wake him up.

"Kyouya-sempai..." she said tapping him in the shoulder.

He didn't budge.

"Wake up." *poke* *poke*

No answer.

Oh come on. Looks like tapping and poking him was not going to work. Haruhi groaned inwardly. If he's not going to budge with that technique, she had to use a new set of force.

He's asking for it.

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And...

She'll just apologize to him later. (A/N: lol)

"Kyouya-sempai!" she said a little bit louder than normal.

Whatever. Just do it already! She thought.

She violently shook his shoulder and shouted:

"KYOUYA-SEMPAI! WAKE UP!"

Haruhi suddenly found herself being pulled into a perfectly chiseled chest and a pair of strong arms suddenly surrounded her.

"Ha-ru-hi." he purred, liking how the three syllables rolled off his tongue.

"K-Kyouya-sempai..." Haruhi flushed. His face was merely a few inches away from her own. She could even smell his sweet breath, something akin to watermelon. "W-What..?"

"You really don't know how to wake up a man, do you?" his lips curved into a cocky smirk.

"B-But you weren't waking up..." Haruhi reasoned out.

"That's not how to do it, Haruhi."

"How, then?" Haruhi challenged.

He suddenly switched their position, flipping himself over so that he was now on top of her.

"Let me show you." he whispered seductively, lowering his head to capture her lips.

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Confessions Of A Broken Heart

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I knew this was coming, the time when I have to let go of someone who matters to me. Everything is not permanent, and all things are in constant motion.All things fade, all things change, even feelings, even the love I thought was mine.

At first I thought everything is fine. It felt as if I'm the happiest woman. I almost worship him. I treasured every moment, every word he said to me. Sweet talk, sweet moments. He was a gentleman, very kind, silent but cool. He was very easy to love, and very hard to forget.

I thought we were contented with each other. I thought this love would never end. I thought. But then, as time passes, I saw the gradual change of his love.

I can't complain. I don't have the right to. He was mine, only in my dreams. i can love him. I can care for him. But I can't own him. i thought he was in my hands. But when I looked closer, i realized he was very far, far from where I could reach.

He came to me one day, wearing my favorite smile. Bringing the very news that ignited all my sorrows. he said he was in love. With whom? Not with me, but with someone whom i didn't know. And he thanked me for being a good friend.

I didn't say anything. I was afraid that my voice would betray me. I did smile though, but not genuine. He didn't notice my fake smile because of so much happiness that his heart contained. And that, made it worse.

I said to myself I'm fine. i can take it. That was nothing. It was very easy to say that you have moved on. As time passes, I learned to smile. I can even look at them straightly when they're together. It took time, yes, but I made it. I thought. Yes, I only thought I had forgotten him. Why can't I forget him? If I had moved on, why does my heart still ache? I can't hide it forever. My heart is still broken. The pain was still there and was never alleviated. And now, I confess, I didn't forgot my feelings for him. I just learned, though not yet completely, how live without him.
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3DW512D

(A/N: Okay, so idea and the names are mine. This was my project when I was a freshman. Glad it was still in my mail box. XD)





“H, He, Li, Be, B, C, N, O, F, Ne, Na… Na… Aaarrgggh! I can’t memorize this!” I said as I tried to memorize the periodic table of elements.

I was at the terrace reviewing for our third departmental exam in chemistry. A periodic table of elements, a pen, my notebook and several thick chemistry books, which are thicker than the bible, were scattered in my table.

“Rei!” my mother called me.

“MA!” I answered back. I was in the third floor so I needed to shout to answer her back.

“I’m calling you so come here.”

I went down, leaving all my things as it was, to ask my mother why she was calling me.

“Are you trying to kill yourself? Don’t sit near the edge of the terrace!” she blurted out as soon as I was in front of her.

“But I’m not.”

“I saw you.”

“Must be your imaginations, ma. And I am reviewing for my exam, so… if you would please excuse me…” I said.

“Maybe, but, okay, you may go. Take your time. Make sure you are really reviewing. If I found you doing something besides reviewing…” my mother threatened.

“Okay, okay.” I said.

I headed back to where I was reviewing and saw, to my surprise, a guy sitting on my chair, reading my books.

“Who – who are you?” I said.

He lifted his head to my direction and smiled. “Hello!”

“You – who are you? And what are you doing here?” I asked again. I didn’t know what to do. This guy is a complete stranger, and worst of all, he is in our house!

“Don’t look so terrified like that. My name is 3DW512D.”

“3D – what?” What kind of name was that? He talked to me so casually like we were old friends. He was wearing a white polo; he has a fair complexion and a dark hair. “You’re not a… ghost, are you?” I asked nervously.

He laughed. “Yes, I am a ghost. A ghost from the future!” he said and then continued laughing.

He must be crazy. I said to myself. A crazy ghost. I have never seen a ghost before. And I wish I would never see one. But that time, a ghost was in front of me, and talking to me!

“Chemistry?” he said as he examined my reviewers. “Your periodic table of elements here looks weird, and it’s incomplete. Where is Fl? And Sp?” Fl? Sp? What was he talking about? “Huh? I see, so in this time you haven’t discovered it yet.” he said, as if he realized something.

I stood there, speechlessly. I was totally confused. What does he mean by “in this time”? And does a ghost know all about chemistry? Maybe he was a bright student when he was alive. What a waste.

“Look,” I finally found my voice, “I don’t know who you are. And this is our house, can you please go away? Go to your own place. This – this is not a haunted house, you know.”

“Hahaha!!!” he laughed.

Is there something funny at me? “What’s funny?”

“So you really believed in my story?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do I look like a ghost?” he said still smiling.

“You’re not a ghost?” I finally realized.

“Of course not, well, let me explain some things first.” He said. “I am not a ghost, believe me.” He was approaching to my direction. “Here touch me, I’m real.”

“Okay, okay, but what are you –”

“Wait,” he interrupted me, “I am from future.”

“Future?” This time it was I who was laughing. “Man, he’s crazy.”

“You do not believe me? Here,” he said handing me something.

It was a black thing with many buttons, but it has no monitor. It looked like a cell phone but it was smaller. Probably, a remote. I thought.

“What is this? And what should I do with this?” I asked. I tossed the funny-looking thing at him.

“It’s a cellular phone, from my time. I don’t know why but, I can’t use it here. But here,” he clicked something from the phone and something appeared in the air. It was like a television appeared from the phone. But it was like a hologram. “It’s blurred because there is no signal.”

I was totally speechless that time.

“You still don’t believe me?”

“Okay, okay, I believe now.” I said. My head was spinning, everything seemed like a dream. “But how did you get here? And why?”

“Well, I was, a little bit, bored there. They said that the air here is fresh, fresher than ours I mean. So I decided to take a break and went here, in your time.”

I heard someone in the stairs. “Rei?” Crap! My mom! I forgot about her.

“Hide! Quick! There! Behind those clothes!” I said. He instantly obeyed me. “Yes ma?” I hastily sat and opened the first book that I could reach.

“Are you talking to someone?” she said.

“Someone? Who? I’m alone.” I said. I tried to look confused by her question, and fortunately, I succeeded.

“Oh, I thought I heard someone, anyway, come down, it’s already 12:30. I bet you’re hungry now.”

“Okay, I’ll just arrange this.”

My mother went down and as soon as she was out of sight, I let out a sigh.

“That was close.” 3D-something was back again. “Nice acting,” he teased.

“Shut up.”

We were silent for a minute. “Thank you,” he said.

“For what?”

“For hiding me,” he said like he really mean it.

“Okay, I’ll just go down, don’t do anything funny.” I warned.

He nodded.

I went downstairs and was surprise to see that all my siblings were already finished eating. They must be really hungry that they can’t wait for me. Then I remembered the “future guy”, does that guy eat anything before going here?

“Ma, I’ll just eat upstairs, I’ll just review while eating. Is it okay?” I asked my mother as I help myself with rice and “adobo”.

“Of course, but can you eat all that?” she said looking at my Everest-looking rice.

“I think so, I felt like I hadn’t eaten anything since last night.” I said, rubbing my palm at my stomach.

I was half-expecting that he was gone. But by time I arrived at the terrace, I already saw him reading my books.

“Here,” I said.

“What is that?” he said looking at my food like it was something he had never seen before.

“Food.”

“Wow. I really didn’t think that food from this time would look like this.” He said. “Well, our food is like medicine. They are tablets. It can give you energy for the whole day. I like to try that. May I?”

“Idiot, I brought this for you. Of course you may.” I said.

“It tastes good.” He said, and then didn’t say anything after that.

We were eating in silence. I decided to take this opportunity to ask him. “What does our world… look like in your time?”

“Different,” he said.

“Just different?”

“Very different, all houses were concrete, that is, they are not made out of, what do you call it? Wood?”

“You don’t know what wood is?” I asked. He knew about elements but not wood? What kind of person is he?

“There are no woods there. I have only read that from my History book.”

“But, why?”

“Because there are no trees. Trees, fruits, flowers, they are all extinct. There are only grasses.”

I, then, understood why he said that the air here is fresher than theirs. Then, I realized, what a horrible world they had. Everything around you is metal, and you only had grasses. I can’t imagine how I would breathe if, by chance, I were there.

“What?” he asked. I was deeply absorbed by my thought that I barely noticed that my mighty Everest rice had became humble-looking Taal rice.

“I was just surprised; I didn’t expect the future to be like that. And anyways,” I paused, “looks like our food really tastes good to you.”

“Sorry, can’t help it. I’ve never tasted anything like this before,” he said, apologetically.

We finished eating and I returned to my books. I tried to ignore him as much as I could but he kept on interrupting me.

He asked what do fruits taste, are all flowers fragrant, and everything about trees. He even asked how trees could live, what do they ate and what their pastimes are. And so, I ended up explaining photosynthesis to him. Good thing I could still remember my biology lessons.

“Aren’t you studying it in biology?” I asked.

“We studied about trees, that they once existed in our world, that’s all.” He said.

“So what’s your plan now?” I changed the subject.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Aren’t you ought to be going back to your own time? How long are you planning to stay here?” I asked. I didn’t mean to hurt him or anything, but this is wrong. He shouldn’t be here in the first place.

“Well, honestly, I don’t know how long, but I’ll stay here as long as I liked.” He said calmly.

“And where do you think you are staying?” I asked again.

“Where else? Of course here, I suppose I can stay here as long I’m not seen by your parents and neighbors, right?”

I argue no more. After all, where would he stay if I said no?

“In return,” he continued, “I’ll help you review for your exam. When is it?”

“R–really? I mean, are you sure? Wow, thanks.” I said in relief. “Our exam is on the 21st of March.”

“What is the date today?”

“It’s March 15.”

“So that means we still have six days, okay, there’s no time for talking nonsense. Let’s get it on!”

We stopped reviewing at about 5:30. I was really amazed that he could teach me chemistry. It was like he knew everything about chem. He taught me the formulas, definitions and explained everything. He even told me about the elements which are not discovered yet.

That night I couldn’t sleep at all. I still couldn’t convince myself that 3DW512D (yeah, I finally got his name right) is real. Man from the future, extinction of trees, Sp and Fl, it all seemed impossible. I felt very lucky that I was born in this time rather than his. I can’t imagine a world without tress. Will men soon became extinct, too?

It was Monday morning and I had to be in our school at exactly nine in the morning. I did my daily routine, wake up, breakfast, go to school. But before I went to school, I decided to visit 3DW512D first, to check if he’s okay, and to confirm that what happened yesterday was not at all a dream.

But when I got into the terrace there was no sign of him.

“I knew it,” I said, “It was all a dream.”

I went down and bid goodbye to my parents and then left. I admit I was a bit disappointed that he was not real. I wanted to ask him more about the future. I felt sad and lonely. I wish I would dream again that dream. And what about his promise that he will help me review?

The day went on just like any other day. Nothing special happened. And just like any other day, I was worrying about my exam in chem. I was outside the campus walking, when I heard a familiar voice.

“So this is a tree?”

I turned my head towards the direction of the voice. “3DW512D!!!”

“Yo! What’s with that reaction?”

“Silly, where have you been?” I scolded him, but deep inside, I was really happy to see him in the real world, not just a dream. I slapped his face lightly, solid, he is real. “Wait, what are you doing here? How did you –?”

“I followed you, why, am I not allowed to go outside?”

“Mom didn’t see you?”

“Of course not!”

“How did you get here?”

“Well, you see, I have money, of course I wouldn’t go out without it, and I didn’t know that products here are really affordable. I just ate at the, what’s that? McDonalds?”

“So you bought clothes? And what’s that? Food?” I asked looking at the shopping bags he was carrying.

“Yes and yes.” He answered. “Let’s go,”

It has been four days since 3D (I decided to call him by that name) came. I was able to hide him in the terrace and sneak food for him. Sometimes, he liked eating at fast food chains and we will both eat outside. After school, he always helps me review. I also learned a lot from him about the future.

People from his place, or time, rather, were all dependent on machines. Doors, air conditioners, vacuum cleaners, bathroom, everything is automatic. Foods are not cooked, as he said, their food is like a tablet, and is only made to provide you energy. There’s no such thing as farm animals. They are all, like trees, extinct. A garden is something that has grasses. Every house should have their own garden, according to their law, to have sufficient supply of oxygen. Their clothes are made of animal’s skin like tiger. All animals were carnivores. The word herbivore was erased in human vocabulary. There’s no such thing as wood and paper. They have no books, what they have was e-books. Cars were flying; there were no wheels because there were no rubbers. Trains were fast, and there were stoplights in the air for airplanes. Airplanes there were smaller than ours. And Philippines have only 1215 islands left.

On the fifth day, while reviewing, 3D suddenly stopped and stood up. “I guess you can pass your exam now.”

“You think so?”

“Of course, tomorrow, can I come with you in school?”

“Huh? What for?”

“Just want to see trees, I guess, even for the last time.”

Even for the last time. I didn’t know but that phrase pierced me. I nearly forgot that he is not from our time. And that he ought to come back to his own world.

“You know what, I … I actually came here because …” he said hesitating. “I actually came here because I am very angry with you.”

“With me?”

“With all of you, from this generation,”

“Why?”

“It’s because of you that there are no more trees for us.”

I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t know how to answer him. He was right. It’s our entire mistake. It is us who are shaping the future.

“But don’t worry; maybe it is our destiny, if destiny is true.”

The next morning, 3D came with me to school, since there are many trees in CAS. He looked very happy in seeing trees.

“This is the happiest part of my vacation, seeing trees. Haha, and of course, having a friend like you, who couldn’t memorize even the incomplete version of periodic table of elements.”

“What did you say?” I said, pretending to be angry.

“I guess this is goodbye then.” He said.

“What?” I said, surprised.

“They are already here.” He said, pointing to two men who were wearing black.

The two men approached in our direction.

“3DW512D CU773N, we are here to fetch you,” said one of the two.

“Okay,” 3D said.

“3D what is going on?” I said confused.

“I’m going home now. Thanks for everything.” He said gently brushing his hand to my cheeks. They were gone.



(A/N: Horrible, isn't it?)

Good Friend

Good Friend
A Saiunkoku Monogatari Fan Fiction
(Seiran/Shuurei Pairing)
Disclaimer: I do not own Saiunkoku Monogatari.

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(A/N: This is just an idea popped out of my head when I was in class. It's very short. Rou Ensei's POV)



I can see it.

The way he looked at her. The way he acted around her. The way he talked to her. I can see it all.

I can see how warm his eyes were whenever it landed on her. It was like those eyes were strangers to me. The way it narrows a few millimeters (or micro millimeters should I say?) followed by a very subtle curving of his lips, it was unbelievable.

I was his friend a long time ago. And I have spent a great amount of time with him. So whatever changes he will undergo, no matter how great or small that changes would be, I will notice it right away.

I've known him far too long than I can remember and I can easily tell and interpret whatever his face was saying. He can't hide it from me. And this expression that he was oh-so-lovingly trying to hide did not go unnoticed. And I say, man, call me a rabbit if he wasn't smiling genuinely.

Little whirlwind. Smiling. Genuinely.

I laughed at the thought.

"What are you laughing at?" his expression suddenly changed back to the cold one I used to remember.

"You were smiling." I don't feel the need to hide my thoughts. It was all very amusing after all. And a little teasing wouldn't hurt that much. Considering that he was in a good mood...

"So what?" he snapped. Perhaps, I was quite wrong there.

His eyebrows started to twitch in irritation. He can't really control his temper, especially when he is around me. Why am I friends with him again?

"That's great, isn't it?" I said enthusiastically. "Finally, you can make emotions out of that stone face of yours."

I saw him starting to retort back, so I quickly said "Oh Hime-san, come here! Come here! Quickly!"

We both heard a pair of small feet coming towards our direction and I felt the man beside me stiffen. I smirked and he scowled.

Finally, the door before us opened and my very princess emerged.

"Ensei?" she asked. "What is it?"

Her expression was somewhat confused, her eyebrows were knitted together as she scan her eyes around the room, until it landed on us.

I quickly scrambled for an excuse.

"Er, well, I think Seiran here is not feeling well" said man glared daggers at me but I continued. "Can you take a look at him?"

A sudden worried expression flitted across her face and quickly tow the small distance between us. She then put her hand in his forehead, estimating his temperature.

"Ojou-sama, I'm perfectly fi--"

"Seiran, why are you so cold? What's the matter? Are you feeling ill or something?" Hime-san interrupted him.

"N-no." He answered, blushing a little. "I'm fine. I'm fine. I think I--"

"I think you should rest a bit, Seiran." I interrupted, smiling triumphantly at him while Hime-san's not looking. "Do you want Hime-san here get all worried about you?"

I quickly stood and pushed him lightly to his bed, with Hime following us behind.

"You're dead, Ensei!" he hissed under his breath, venom leaking out every word.

I chuckled lightly. "Trust me, Seiran, you'll gonna thank me for this." I winked.

I quickly exited the room leaving the two alone.

I'm sure Seiran will be grateful for what I have done for him. I just saved his pathetic love life, after all. I'm such a good friend.

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(A/N: See? It's really short. This is me trying to make use of my time for a more important matter. Haha.)