It happened so fast, but suddenly he had her arms pinned at her sides, her back pressing against the pillows as her shoulders teetered on the armrest. His abrupt statement startled Haruhi, as did his quick movement. I mean, seriously, you had nothing to gain-!" His eyes closed as he held back his impatience. He tried not to laugh, failing as a chuckle tickled his throat. Oh wait! "I think so." She looked up at him with those innocent eyes. Something about eating too much giant tuna? No. "Umm." She thought about this one, but only vaguely recalled that night. "Do you remember our conversation the night you got sick?" Once she was settled he asked, "Do you remember our visit to the Nekozawa mansion?" He took off his glasses and patted the spot next to him on the loveseat. Tilting her head to one side, she asked, "Wrong about what?" Nor could she recall any previous argument or discussion that would warrant her opinion. Obviously she did not remember the incident like he did. Looking at her over the rim of his glasses he said, "I wanted to tell you that you were wrong." But the innocence she exuded, with that naturally beautiful smile, made him shiver for another reason. There was uncertainty in her step, and curiosity in her gaze. He bristled slightly as she finished her chores before casually approaching him.
"No, it's a completely different matter." "Do you have a moment, then? There's something I need to.discuss with you?" Or Kyoya, who opted to stay at home and pursue.other interests. "There wasn't much of a mess to clean up this time." By this time tomorrow, the rest of the club would be driving, flying or sailing to their vacation destinations.Įveryone but the poor Haruhi who had no plans for break. It was not unusual for the members to part one by one after a large event, especially one before an extended break. "Good night, Tamaki," Kyoya said as his friend left the music room, a small smile gracing his features. A pull on his mind and body that needed to be sated. A blow to his ego that called for revenge. She threw in a wrench so large that it could not be ignored. The feelings, the dreams, the constant reminder of what slipped through his fingers, none of them were part of his overall plan.
While Kyoya never played their silly games, their antics only fueled his anger. Even the stoic Mori appeared to be warming to her and protecting her much like he did Hunny. The twins constantly challenged Tamaki to competitions. Sure, she was a little slow on the take sometimes, but that only endeared her to him more.Īny other man of his class would've left her alone, but the whole club seemed to revolve around this one young woman. She had such a different background, a different view of culture, society and life. Intelligent and not only in a "book smart" way.
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Beauty was not only skin deep with her, either. Completely honest with herself and others. 'You have nothing to gain by going after me.' Forget that she knew nothing of, nor really cared for, the rich life. Forget that she was a natural with the customers and one of the biggest draws the club had. Forget that she was poor and far below him in class. Gave him ideas other girls of his class couldn't even come close to. The fact that she was a girl only added to his torment. He knew not how or why, just that it had to be. It occurred to him that this person was special. Not that it would be difficult to replace. Haruhi Fujioka became a member of the Host Club purely by accident - and the inability to pay for an $80,000 vase. The constant presence of the source only added to the torment. Every minute of every hour of every day for the better part of three months was he reminded of his error. Such frivolous comments would normally be forgotten. "You have nothing to gain by going after me."
A particular instance where he had what he wanted within his grasp.Ī simple phrase that gnawed at his conscience and clawed at his pride. Skilled fingers took notes while a pleasant smile made distracted customers swoon.īut his mind kept replying a single moment. Those dark, calculating eyes kept close watch over his fellow Host Club members. Kyoya Ohtori showed no outward sign of his emotional outrage. To say he was unhappy would have been an understatement.
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All hail Kyoya x Haruhi goodness! This is the first in what has become a series of shorts for this pairing. An Ouran High School Host Club Challenge FanficĬHALLENGE: Red Rage - get someone mad about something.ĪUTHOR'S NOTES: I wrote this story in answer to a challege over two years ago and can be found on other archives and communitites outside of this one.
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