Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ Love Letter for Haruhi ❯ Chapter 4...In the closet ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: I only play with the characters from OHSHC, I don't legally own them. That is Bisco Hatori….kiss kiss…

 

 

 

Love Letter for Haruhi…by taterbean96

 

 

 

Chapter Four…In the closet…

 

 

 

One of Haruhi's big brown eyes peered through the fractional opening in the door to the kendo gyms changing room. Just enough to grant her visibility to the open gym area. There were about a dozen bodies; Mori's the tallest, practicing with wooden weapons. Haruhi was amazed at each opponent that Mori fell, his skill was incredible.

 

Behind her, rummaging through a thrown together pile of school bags was Kyouya. The kendo students were a lot less organized than he'd expected disciplined athletes to be. He sighed in exasperation, he hadn't intended on this taking so long.

 

Urgency began to grip Haruhi as he tossed one bag after another aside, none of them Mori's. “Hurry, Kyouya-sempai.” Her voice rang out, a bit panicked.

 

She was tired of snooping and feeling guilty at searching through her friends' belongings. This was becoming a bigger problem than she'd first anticipated. The martial artists were now bowing to one another as Haruhi shot the Shadow King another anxious glare.

 

“I'm almost done…oh…”he began, diving into a specific bag.

 

“What is it?” Haruhi asked, her interest peaking.

 

The sound of murmuring voices caught her ear, and she gasped when she peered back through the crack to see the kendo students all heading in her direction. Mori was at the front of the pack.

 

Haruhi stepped back, shutting the door. Her heart began to hammer mercilessly in her chest. Just great. She was going to still get caught in a room with half naked men…could this day get any crazier!

 

Kyouya's hand closed around her upper arm, pulling her towards the back of the changing room, his other hand was stuffed in the pocket of his slacks. He opened a louvered slatted door to a small linen closet. Shelves of neatly folded towels filled the majority of the space. Only about eighteen inches existed between the shelves and the door.

 

Kyouya shoved her in, her back bumping into the hard edge of the shelving. Kyouya stepped in after her, attempting to slide the door shut behind him. His backside was too far out, keeping the door from closing all the way.

 

Beautiful, Haruhi inwardly groaned, now there was no way they could escape being discovered by the kendo club.

 

“Here,” Kyouya whispered, shifting his body, he wrapped his arms around Haruhi, pulling her tight to his chest, then turning both their bodies so that his back was to the shelf and Haruhi's was against the door. It slid shut gracefully, hiding them from view just as the others entered the changing room.

 

Haruhi's eyes widened the same moment that her cheeks went scarlet at finding herself entangled in Kyouya's arms. She could hear muffled voices from the other side of the closet door, as the young men changed back into their school uniforms, but they weren't very distinct. She'd have heard them more clearly if her heart hadn't been echoing in her ears.

 

Kyouya's closeness was causing her body temperature to rise to a scorching heat. She tried to ease her mind by telling herself that it was only because his hold on her had happened so quickly and unexpectedly. Yeah, that's what it was. She hadn't anticipated this.

 

But now, in their cramped hiding place, locked in his embrace, her cheek lying against his chest, her body pressed closer to him than it had ever been to a man before, the butterflies took flight. No more fluttering, they became air born; soaring straight to her heart.

 

She inhaled, breathing in his clean scent, letting herself sink into his body a little more. Moving her arms up slowly, she let them wrap around his waist. Was it her imagination, or did he just sigh with pleasure? A small voice wished it was so and that they could stay here just a while longer…

 

Haruhi tried to remember when she'd last been this happy? And why did she feel this happy? Hiding in a closet because they'd been sneaking through school bags, clinging to Kyouya so they wouldn't be discovered wasn't exactly a `happiness' scenario. Yet, that's what she felt, a bliss that was fresh and undiscovered.

 

His arms tightened the hold on her, her cheek pressing more firmly into his chest. She could hear the steady beat of his heart; was it beating for her?

 

If she looked up into his dark eyes, she knew she'd be a goner. She'd drown right there in her insanity of sweeping emotions. She'd probably do something really erratic like kiss him or something. She didn't think that it would be so bad; kissing him to release this pent up euphoria she was experiencing.

 

“…do you think she'll be surprised, Takashi?” Hunni's high voice suddenly cut through her enraptured mind.

 

“Hai.” The stoic hosts' response came.

 

“…me too…” the upperclassman was saying more, Haruhi couldn't quite make out.

 

Hunni had obviously come to collect Mori, since the two went home together everyday. She cursed herself for missing what the baby faced sempai was saying. She needed to stay focused and not daydream about how sweet it would be to kiss Kyouya.

 

Yet as the room quieted as the last of the men left, Haruhi felt a desire tugging at her to not leave the warm haven of Kyouya's arms. To hell with staying focused…

 

“I think they're gone.” Kyouya whispered; his head lowered near her ear. His breath on her lobe forced her to silence a full body quiver.

 

He loosened his grip and went to pull open the closet door.

 

“Um, Haruhi?”

 

She pulled her cheek from his chest to look up. He was staring down at her with a quizzical, but soft gaze.

 

“Hai?” Did her voice sound too heavy with want? She thought perhaps it did.

 

“You can let go. They're gone.”

 

Haruhi turned red again, dropping her arms hastily. “Sorry, Kyouya-sempai.”

 

He stepped out of the closet, Haruhi following and feeling like the reigning champion of fools. She took a deep steadying breath as she watched him dig for something in his pants pocket. Why was Kyouya affecting her so? It wasn't like he was really her type, right? Her scolding conscious reminded her that she'd never had a type, so how would she know? She'd hardly given most men two glances before. This damn love letter had changed all that in the space of two days…

 

Her overworked mind came to a grinding halt when Kyouya pulled a folded piece of sky blue stationery from his pocket. His face was set, unreadable as he handed the letter to Haruhi.

 

With shaky fingers she took it from him. She unfolded it, her eyes darting to the bottom corner first thing. It had a `K' in the corner. Her lungs stopped processing air. Oh god. Mori? Kyouya had found this in Mori's bag…

 

“Read it.” Kyouya instructed; his voice was barely above a whisper.

 

Haruhi's eyes scanned over the second letter; reading it once silently then aloud.

 

`Dear Haru-chan,

 

I hope my first letter wasn't overwhelming for you. I had to get my feelings for you off my chest, but I haven't plucked the courage up to confront you face to face. I guess I'm not brave enough to watch the look on your face if you were to reject me and my expression of love for you. I will let you know my identity in a short matter of time, but for now, know that someone truly and deeply loves you.'

 

Haruhi lifted her gaze to Kyouya's stony eyes. His jaw was set and Haruhi thought he was only giving off the impression of control. Underneath somewhere, he fought with himself, chewing on his tongue to keep himself in check.

 

“Kyouya, could it be…is it really Mori?” she gasped.

 

Kyouya, hand on his waist, finger up under his chin, stood quietly in contemplation for a few moments. He finally shook his head slowly.

 

“I guess it's quite obvious that it is Mori. Too obvious. What if Hunni wrote it and asked Mori to slip it in your bag for him?”

 

Haruhi was momentarily taken aback. This could be true, there was nothing that Mori wouldn't do for Hunni, even aid him in an anonymous love letter scheme. Again, her attraction to Kyouya's intellect greatly overwhelmed her. She was beginning to wonder if there was a direct link between braininess and sexiness.

 

A pleasant smile finally cracked Kyouya's hard set, opinionated face.

 

“Well, I think it's safe to say that Tamaki is pretty much in the clear.” Haruhi couldn't help but feel a washing sense of relief. She adored her bubbly blonde sempai, but couldn't see being involved with him beyond an amicable friendship.

 

Kyouya headed for the door. “Since it's the weekend, I'll have a couple of days to plan out our next move. See if we can eliminate Hunni. Then I think we can make a pretty clear assumption.”

 

He held the door open for her, displaying his gentlemanly manners. She slipped past him, his scent wafting over her, filling her senses. She wondered if she'd ever get that smell out of her mind, or the stimulating moments she spent encased in the closet with him. She would have to try damn hard. It wasn't as if he had willingly embraced her out of passion, it was her own mind creating a misguided assumption of the situation.

 

Holding up a hand in farewell, Kyouya started back up to the main campus.

 

“Well, I'll see you Monday, Haruhi.” He told her simply.

 

Sighing, Haruhi wandered towards her homebound train. What a grueling day. Her emotional well being was on the brink of shattering into a million pieces. The largest factor was that she didn't know if Kyouya's heart was beating the same for her as hers seemed to be for him…

 

 

 

Authors Note: Thank you mom for the editing! Please read and review. I appreciate all comments and, on a final note, a reminder that Bisco Hatori owns OHSHC!