Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ Love Letter for Haruhi ❯ Chapter 7...Haruhi's Restless Night... ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: Last time I checked, Bisco Hatori still owned Ouran High School Host Club. I'll never get to! *stamps foot and pouts like a bratty fangirl*

 

 

 

Love Letter for Haruhi…by taterbean96

 

 

Chapter 7...Haruhi's Restless Night…

 

 

 

Haruhi tossed relentlessly in her bed, wanting sleep, yet it evaded her. Her mind cruelly kept her awake. It was replaying the day's scenes like a flickering picture image at a drive in theater. Her and Kyouya outside the Third Floor Music Room; his fingertips grazing hers as he handed her the letter…

 

 

Xxx

 

 

Haruhi took a steadying breath, her body still shaking from having had Kyouya pinned in a compromising position underneath her. She read the letter aloud.

 

My dear Haruhi,

 

The time's come to expose my identity. By now I'm sure you've realized that I'm a host. Meet me immediately following the Host dance this coming Friday night. I'll wait for you in the Third Floor Music Room. Wear a blue scarf signaling that you agree and will meet with me, a white scarf if you do not. I apologize for all the secrecy and hope that you won't let it affect the final outcome of your decision to my confession. Until Friday…

Lovingly and always yours…

 

 

Kyouya had been staring at her so intently she couldn't hide the embarrassing red that rose to her cheeks. She wondered, a little more hopefully than she knew she should, if it bothered him she was receiving these love letters. Selfishly, she hoped so.

 

Now, flopping onto her back in her bed and sighing, staring up into the blackness of her room, she wondered if there was anyone who could penetrate his stony exterior. Could she? Would she if she had the opportunity? Wouldn't a romance be nothing but a distraction right now even though she had come to realize her true feelings…?

 

She flopped onto her belly. He was already a distraction; whether it was a one-sided romance or not, she had to admit, she had it bad. Regardless of how hard she fought herself, she was a hopeless cause when it came to Kyouya.

 

xxx

 

“So, is it Mori or is it Hunni?” she had asked, her eyes were wide with uncertainty, looking to him for an answer.

 

Kyouya pushed his glasses up his nose, his stare still penetrating her.

 

“Well, I look at it like this. If I were Mori and my second letter had disappeared from my backpack, I'd definitely give it to Hunni to deliver for me.” He began pacing in front of the door to the Music Room. “Who better than Hunni's hands to safely slip a love letter into your backpack? Mori trusts him implacably.”

 

Haruhi's hand went up over her mouth to cover a gasp. Mori!

 

“I…I can't believe it…Mori? Are you sure?” she asked.

 

Kyouya shrugged, stopped pacing and stood directly in front of her. Looking down on her small figure, bedecked in the male school uniform, but appealing all the same, he swallowed hard. Haruhi was almost sure she saw him suppress a hint of hurt behind his dark eyes. For some reason it sent her drove of butterflies aflutter, wafting throughout her newly sensitive body. Was he…jealous?

 

“More than likely, it does appear to be Mori.” He took a half step towards her, bringing his hands up, reaching for her shoulders then, thinking twice, dropped them again. Haruhi wished he would've touched her. Instead he added. “What are you going to do?”

 

Haruhi lowered her eyes from his stare. “I…I'm going to meet him. It's the right thing to do. He is my friend after all…”

 

“You're going to reject him?” Kyouya asked, his voice dropping, softening. Did he feel sorry for Mori? He sounded sympathetic towards the author…

 

Haruhi nodded her head fiercely. “Of course, I can't return Mori's love.”

 

Kyouya slid a little closer to her, lighting every molecule in her body on fire. Pink shaded the small gender benders cheeks. Damn, would he just kiss her already! Every fiber in her was begging for it.

 

“Are you sure? He's gone to a lot of trouble to get his feelings across to you. It seems a shame that you'd dismiss it so easily.”

 

Haruhi started with shock. Was Kyouya petitioning for Mori? Her eyes widened with sad disbelief. He must have no feeling for her…he wanted to see her with Mori. A sickening sensation swept her. He stood so close to her body, but their hearts and minds were worlds apart. She swallowed again, regaining her composure. She'd been foolish to think he'd have any feelings for her…

 

“I have to refuse him…I…” she started.

 

“Why? Why do you have to refuse him?” Kyouya cut across, hiking an inquisitive eyebrow at her, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. Her innards turned to jelly under that seductive, curiously intent look. What did he want her to say?

 

She wasn't sure how long they stared at each other, it was probably only seconds, but in those brief moments, the enormity of her situation crashed down on her like a tidal wave. It was on the tip of her tongue; threatening to scream out her reasoning...I can't accept him because I love you…

 

She stepped back, as if creating more space between them would help extinguish the flame he kindled within her, it did not. Warm surprise replaced the heated delight he caused by being so near. She had acknowledged it. She heard it clearly in her head…I love Kyouya.

 

Kyouya smirked at her, bringing her back to the moment. “You have no reason to refuse him. He's attractive, kind and loyal. A great catch if you ask me.”

 

He buried his uneasy hands in his pockets to keep from reaching out and pulling her to him. He had been battling the urge to wrap his arms around her ever since she'd had him pinned to the bed in their tangled mishap. He chewed on his tongue, keeping himself silent and decided it best to take his leave. He didn't want to jeopardize his situation, especially now as things were proceeding as they were…

 

“Well, it's been fun Haruhi. Thanks for letting me help you with your little mystery.” He said, spinning on his heel.

 

He started up the hallway, sauntering in his usual cool, casual way. Haruhi reacted before she even knew she was going to.

 

“Kyouya! Wait.”

 

He turned to her, “Hai?”

 

“Uh…” her tongue was instantly heavy. “Well…thanks, you know…” she finally managed, damning herself hotly for chickening out.

 

He looked at her baffled then shook his head. “No problem. I do have one question though.”

 

Haruhi's brow went up with hopeful anticipation.

 

“How come…you didn't think I could have written you that letter?” Haruhi heard it. The unmistakable attempt he made at keeping the hurt from his voice, to sound indifferent, as his lips curled in an unamused smile.

 

She found no answer as her mouth worked trying to give forth an explanation and after several eternal seconds, he turned away from her, leaving her alone; alone with nothing but more tormenting questions, not to mention an erratic heartbeat, both of which were rough and complicated for the newly bloomed Haruhi to deal with.

 

 

Xxx

 

 

 

Rolling onto her side, tucking her knees up into her chest, she wrapped her arms around them. A strangled sob escaped her throat. Not only had Kyouya championed Mori to her, he had been somehow hurt by something she had or hadn't done. She had dismissed him as a possible author of the letter because she hadn't thought him capable of it…

 

That wasn't entirely true, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him that she'd figured him to be the least likely. Why did he care anyway if he wanted her to give Mori a chance? He was so damned confusing!

 

Sighing and trying to stifle another sob, she knew it was a fruitless battle anyway. He was far above her in status and wouldn't want to lower himself to `commoner' level. Kyouya only pursued what would profit him; give him merit.

 

Now that she consciously acknowledged her love, the bitter tears began flowing. A one sided love affair was not how she had thought her first love would be. She hadn't given any thought period to what her first love would be like and was honestly shocked that she found herself wanting Kyouya. The hurt was unbearable, physical pain would be a relief to the torture her heart was enduring right now.

 

How could she tell him she loved him if he wanted her to give Mori a chance? How could she when they were so different? How could she go on seeing him every day…if she didn't? Under the weight of a mixture of emotion, she fell into a restless sleep.

 

 

 

Authors Note: Arigato gozaimasu to my mom who edits for me. Also, thanks to all the readers and please note as in the above disclaimer, I don't own OHSHC, so please don't sue me, I'm very poor! Until next time….