Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ Love Letter for Haruhi ❯ Chapter 6...Don't Wake the Hunni... ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: I still don't own OHSHC, that would be Bisco Hatori, so please don't sue me; I have no money!

 

 

 

Love Letter for Haruhi…by taterbean96

 

 

 

Chapter Six…Don't wake the Hunni…

 

 

 

Monday inched its way into existence, Haruhi began to suspect the movement of time had somehow shifted and not in her favor. Yet now that it was here and class after class slipped by, she found that her initial thrill at the prospect of seeing Kyouya during the Host Club activity, was turning into terror.

 

Surely the fact she spent the entire weekend fantasizing about him was broadcast all over her face. The minute she looked into his eyes, he'd be able to read her mind, see all the visions of him kissing her in a locked closet that had danced across her imagination for two long, unendurable days.

 

After chemistry, dragging her feet to the Third Floor Music Room with an anxious knot in her throat, she opened the door and beelined it to the sofa where Hikaru and Kaoru sat. Their arms were tangled around one another, playing up the brotherly love act that had their customers squirming in their panties.

 

“Don't say such things, Hikaru.” Kaoru was saying, blushing under his twin's impassioned stare.

 

Hikaru brought his brothers hand up to his lips, brushing it lightly.

 

“But you know that's how I truly feel, Kaoru.” Hikaru responded. Haruhi hadn't the foggiest what they were talking about. The entertained ladies did though and squealed with delight as Haruhi poured herself a cup of tea.

 

Foolish rich girls. Couldn't they see the brothers were just putting on a seductive front? Whatever the girls liked the Host Club provided, she thought dryly, shooting a quick glance to the Shadow King who was entertaining his own guest. A white hot poker jabbed at her. Was that jealousy? She'd never experienced envy over a man before…it was not pleasant.

 

She felt like a fool as she took a calming sip of her tea. All weekend she longed to see him, like a desert parched for rain. Now, sitting across the room from him, she could barely breathe or look his way without fear of him reading her like an open book.

 

Again, she felt like a tug-o-war knot, only now, her emotions were tightening down on her, forcing themselves to be heard, acknowledged.

 

As she sat, trying to chat with the delirious clientele of Hikaru's and Kaoru's, a firm hand rested atop her shoulder. Glancing up, knowing it was him before she even saw him, Kyouya stood his eyes boring down upon her. She swallowed the unwanted lump back down her throat.

 

He was clutching his notebook, which had pretty much assimilated itself with the rest of his attire. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

 

“Haruhi, I need a word.” He said in his proper, business like tone.

 

Since her voice escaped her, she just nodded her assent. Her skin was on fire from his hand on her shoulder as she rose from the sofa and followed him to his desk. He plopped into his chair as she stood opposite him. She looked everywhere she could but at him. His desk was adorned with a beautiful feathered quill set, a smooth marble paper weight…why couldn't her force of will slow her heartbeat down?! She was hopeless…

 

Kyouya slid his eyes around the room to make sure all the other hosts were preoccupied before he spoke.

 

“Tomorrow, Hunni has requested this room to be empty for a nap after his martial arts class,” he told her, lowering his voice.

 

There was no choice left to her, Haruhi finally made eye contact with him, her skin lit like a blaze. His dark eyes were piercing right through her like an arrow. She must have looked as agitated as she felt because he hiked a curious eyebrow at her.

 

“Haruhi? You okay?”

 

She managed a crooked smile. “Oh, yeah.” Like hell she was.

 

Kyouya's baffled look lingered briefly, soaking her in. He controlled his rising excitement then went on.

 

“Meet me outside here tomorrow at one o'clock. We'll take a quick look through Hunni's sack and be done with all this secret prying,” he instructed.

 

Finally, the importance of the situation invaded her swimming senses, turning her hot embarrassment into serious concern.

 

“I have class tomorrow, I can't miss…” she began. He held up a silencing hand.

 

“I've already arranged for you to miss class. Don't worry.”

 

Haruhi scowled, arching an apathetic eyebrow. Privileged people obviously didn't have to play by the rules that the rest of the world did…Kyouya was one of them. Did she even stand a chance, especially when he was entertaining women who were more his status on a daily basis?

 

“Won't it be, you know, dangerous if we wake Hunni up?” she asked, burying her fleeting feeling of melancholy, remembering the last time Hunni was woken up prematurely from his nap. Things had been broken.

 

Kyouya flashed a criminal grin at her, her belly rode a roller coaster into her throat then back down again. That look should be outlawed.

 

“We'll just have to be quiet,” he said, as if it were mere child's play.

 

Haruhi nodded her understanding then wandered back to join the amber eyed twins, now taunting their guests with more of the `Kaoru submits to Hikaru' game they played. She desperately wanted this torture Kyouya was inflicting on her to come to an end, that smile would be her downfall.

 

 

 

Xxx

 

 

 

Hunni looked so adorably peaceful as he slept, hands tucked up under his chin, Bun Bun in the crook of his elbow. Haruhi knew the ignorant would mistake him for a sleeping angelic cherub, her experience told her otherwise.

 

“Where'd this bed come from, Kyouya-sempai?” she whispered, eyes sweeping the king size canopy that had definitely not been there yesterday. The Third Floor Music Room had more hidden secrets than Haruhi thought she wanted to know about.

 

Kyouya put a finger to his lips, shushing her and avoiding the pointless question. He pointed to Hunni's black leather book bag, which set precariously at the end of Hunni's curled up feet.

 

Haruhi rolled her eyes in distress. She wasn't going to be the one to wake the Mr. Hyde living in the tiny Dr. Jekyll. Kyouya smirked, amused at her lack of bravery. She could be so damned cute without even trying…Treading lightly, he went up to the bed, grabbing Hunni's bag.

 

Hunni shifted, murmuring in his sleep. “More cake, Takashi…” then rolled over onto his other side.

 

Kyouya's eyes matched Haruhi's; wide with anxiety. Haruhi could tell he was just as panicky about waking Hunni as she. She stifled a chuckle behind her hand; she would never have thought of Kyouya being afraid of anything. With the amount of self-assurance he possessed, she didn't think it possible.

 

Kyouya indicated to her and they set the bag atop the nearby table. He unsnapped the sack and Haruhi watched with bated breath as he searched Hunni's belongings.

 

His black bangs fell over his face, shadowing his dark, intent eyes as he rooted through the assortment of textbooks and supplies. Those pools of dark brown that could drown her if he was to gaze at her too long.

 

His expression suddenly changed, surprised. Haruhi leaned over to look as he pulled out a folded sky blue piece of paper. Haruhi's heart quickened as a sickening gripped hold of her stomach. She hadn't expected this…

 

Kyouya slipped the note into his pocket then moved to set the book bag back onto the bed. Haruhi followed close behind, her mind racing. What did this mean? Was it really Hunni who had the crush on her?

 

She wasn't paying any attention as Kyouya turned back towards her. She tripped on his feet, knocking him down to the bed, splaying him out flat. She fell right smack on top of him.

 

Both necks twisted as the bed shifted, seeing if Hunni had been disturbed. The blonde senior merely snorted, falling back into a deep, soundless sleep. Both exhaled with relief.

 

Haruhi looked down to find Kyouya looking heatedly back up at her. Her hands were on either side of his shoulders, keeping her upper body up away from him, but her lower body was crushed upon his. Deep scarlet blushes colored each pair of cheeks as she scrambled to get up off of him, succeeding in pressing her hips closer to his as she did so.

 

Good grief, could this get any more awkward? There was no way he didn't hear her hammering heartbeat now.

 

Kyouya hauled himself up from the bed, grasped her hand and dragged her from the room. She was sure he was going to be harsh to her for almost blowing it. She stammered an apology as he shut the door behind them.

 

Her eyes popped, pleased to find him smiling at her with an unusual tenderness.

 

“He didn't wake up, so no harm done.” Kyouya simply said.

 

Haruhi smiled weakly. No harm to Hunni maybe, but her heart was aching from thrashing around in her ribcage. She wondered if his was, having found himself pinned underneath her…

 

Kyouya pulled the letter from his pocket, holding it out to her, reminding her about why he was even here…the third love letter.

 

“Let's see if we can find out once and for all who is behind this,” he said, instantly losing his soft demeanor and becoming stiff again. Haruhi had a suspicion that Kyouya, deep down, didn't really care who had written the letter. A spark of hope flared throughout her body along with all her serious self-doubts. Being torn in two directions was new to Haruhi, and very unnerving.

 

With trembling fingers, not caused by the mystery author, but from Kyouya's fingertips brushing hers as he passed her the note, she opened it…

 

 

 

 

Authors Note: Thanks to my mom who edits for me, you're the best. And thanks to Bisco Hatori who is the talented creator/owner of Ouran High School Host Club, not me!