Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ Love Letter for Haruhi ❯ Chapter 9...Blue Scarf and a Little Side Wager ( Chapter 9 )

Disclaimer: I don't own OHSHC that would be Bisco Hatori. All credit for the wonderful story and its characters go to her…

 

 

 

Love Letter for Haruhi…by taterbean96

 

 

 

Chapter 9 Blue Scarf and a Little Side Wager…

 

 

 

“Oh, Haruhi, I love your scarf. You look so dashing.” One of Haruhi's flighty customers cooed the compliment at her on the evening of the Host Club dance. Haruhi bobbed a polite, brisk nod of thanks, but her eyes were locked onto the back of the Shadow King.

 

He was busy whisking one of his regulars around the dance floor, smiling graciously down onto the smitten girls face. Of course she looked as if she was in heaven, how could she not? He looked smashing in his pitch black tux that was lacking a tie, but added to the overall appeal of the style. A modern sexiness that caused Haruhi's lips to parch every time she laid eyes on him, and a searing envy that scalded her at seeing the arms that held him…they weren't hers.

 

Haruhi, dressed in a crisp navy suit, a matching blue scarf tied to her throat, hair parted and combed neatly to the side, didn't have the luxury of making Kyouya jealous, as he was doing to her. Whether it was intentional or not made no difference, she was feeling more spite than her small body had ever experienced before.

 

Kyouya had the advantage, he knew her gender so as Haruhi took her customers hand, leading her onto the dance floor, trying her best to act the part of a male host, she found that she hated this charade more than ever before.

 

If her sex was exposed, she might attract more male attention. Would that cause him envy? Would seeing her in the arms of another, as she saw him, send him into this raging fit of jealous fury? She hated herself for feeling so petty.

 

The last few days since she had received the third love letter, her mind had punched in for overtime, trying to decide what she should do. She needed to tell him how she felt, but didn't want to get herself tangled up with that until she had cleared the air with Mori. Mori was an upstanding guy and she didn't want to damage their friendship due to confessing to Kyouya before Mori could be respectfully denied.

 

But now, Kyouya seemed more distant to her than ever, forcing her to second guess herself, another new sensation that she wasn't used to. She must've done something extreme to piss him off. Short of providing her with the scarf, he had hardly spoken to her. She now felt a black hole of loss, now that their time spent searching was over.

 

It had been an adrenaline rush, sneaking around, snooping through their friends things, as dishonest as it may have been; she had to admit it had been fun. The finest part was the time spent with him, finding herself trapped in his arms, smelling his scent, his grip as he led her around by the wrist. Silly as it seemed, she missed all that.

 

On top of all this emotional upheaval, her studies were becoming more difficult. Her wandering, daydreaming mind was affecting her work. She had to tell him soon and get it off her chest, whether he was interested or not, just so she could resume some kind of normalcy to her life.

 

As she twirled her lady around the dance floor, she looked over the girls shoulder, locking eyes with Kyouya as he spun his dance partner. Her breath caught. The corners of his mouth lifted in a pleasantly warm smile and he tilted his head in her direction. He'd noticed her…her heart ricocheted off her ribs and she couldn't keep a delighted smile from spreading across her face.

 

“Haruhi!” chimed the unison voices of Hikaru and Kaoru, startling her.

 

Haruhi released the girls' waist and hand, turning to find two handsomely bedecked twins. They were clad in fine matching tuxedos with sharp black bowties. They were leaning against one another, looking like they had a juicy secret they couldn't wait to expose to the world.

 

Haruhi excused herself from her customer and joined the red-headed duo. Her eyes were irritated slits as she glared at them.

 

“What kind of trouble are you two up to?” she asked flatly.

 

“Tch, tch,” Hikaru clucked his tongue at her. “You're too suspicious, Haruhi.”

 

Kaoru smiled devilishly. “But you're right.”

 

Haruhi rolled her eyes. Good god, what now?

 

Kaoru turned, letting his brother draw him into one of their brotherly embraces, performing as if they were on exhibition.

 

“Baka,” she hissed venomously, “knock it off, that doesn't do anything for me.”

 

Hikaru looked lovingly onto his twin. “Maybe we don't, but I know where there's a tasty plate of fatty tuna that'll do the trick.”

 

A flash flood went off in Haruhi's mouth.

 

“Really?” she breathed.

 

The twins smirked, her attention totally theirs now. “But first,” they added, now turning four shifty amber eyes on her. It caused a ripple of discomfort to run her spine.

“You have to wager a guess.” They finished together.

 

“A guess? About what?” her eyebrow hiked with heightened interest.

 

Kaoru pulled himself free from his brother, wrapping a slender arm around Haruhi's shoulder. Hikaru circled her like a tiger on the prowl.

 

“There is a certain customer here tonight that's going to make a confession to a certain host.” Kaoru informed her.

 

“Really? Who?” she asked, the lure of the succulent fish peaking her curiosity.

 

“That's for us to know…” Hikaru began.

 

“…and you to find out.” Kaoru finished.

 

Hikaru now enfolded his arm around her, both men flanking either side of her. Hikaru began twirling the loose fabric of her scarf around his finger. Leaning in towards her ears they lowered their voices.

 

“We've had a reliable tip that one of Kyouya's regulars is going to drop the bomb on him tonight. We're placing small wagers with the other hosts about who it's going to be.” Kaoru said, his warm breath tickling her earlobe.

 

The allure of the tuna dimmed. Haruhi felt her hectic heartbeat come to a dead stop. She blinked huge eyes with incredulity as this bit of news sunk in.

 

“We were going to wage some tuna in exchange for some…favors…from you, if you want to make a guess.” Hikaru added his scarf tangled finger now lifting her chin slightly.

 

A light perspiration broke upon her forehead; the twins disappeared into the background of her mind. Her body was clammy. A confession? For Kyouya? A small gasp escaped her. What else did she expect? Tamaki might be the most popular host, but that didn't exclude the girls from becoming enamored with the other hosts.

 

Her small bubble of already unstable confidence began to deflate as urgency set in. She had to tell him her feelings quick, before she lost the opportunity forever. But when would she get the chance, seeing that she had to meet Mori shortly? How could she steal a minute of Kyouya's time as he was not only entertaining guests, he was seeing to the smooth operations of the dance. On top of all that, her own paying customers were monopolizing her time as well.

 

She watched him continue to twirl the lovely rich girl around, the twins completely forgotten. Haruhi didn't stand a chance next to these women anyways…

 

“So?” their voices cut through her poignant thoughts after a long silent moment. “You want to wage a guess, Haruhi?” They were engrossed by the many changing images that crossed over their classmates face. She didn't try to hide her reaction, leaving her open for easy interpretation, even for the twins…

 

Haruhi, her rationality finally returning, wrenched herself from the twins hold on her. She pasted a false smile to noticeably hurt lips.

 

“No, I'll pass on this one.” She said her voice meek. She ambled to the punch bowl, hoping someone spiked it as she was in need of some strong calming.

 

Hikaru and Kaoru watched their best friend wander away from them, looking as if she'd just been kicked while she was down. Which is exactly what she was. Linking arms, their amber eyes slid to lock onto one another, enigmatic smiles touched their lips before they returned to the lovely, rich and paying customers, who wanted the little devil type.

 

 

 

Xxx

 

 

Haruhi, feet dragging like bricks, slipped from the ballroom and hiked her way up to the Third Floor Music Room. She had a horrible feeling that at that very instant, Kyouya was looking into the eyes of some high end, rich family's daughter as she expressed her love for him. Haruhi scoffed, she was the perfect poster girl for heartbroken despair as her situation felt like a dead end loss.

 

Even if Kyouya refused the girl, Haruhi knew her chance was smaller still. She was a commoner, in love with an intelligent, wealthy man. Love…it seemed surreal to her now. Something that wasn't in the cards for her. Now, gulping down a dry knot, she was going to have to look Mori in the eye and put him in the same situation.

 

She puzzled on how men and women ever got together to begin with. The head games, the internal battles, it was enough to send anyone running in horror from it forever. But here she was, knee deep in it.

 

Sighing deeply, feeling defeated, she came to a stop outside the door to the Music Room. The room where she still owed an outstanding debt to the Host Club; the debt that kept her in Kyouya's presence and under his thumb. She couldn't help but feel a humongous fool. How could she have let herself fall so hard? How could she change it now? Would she if she had the chance? It felt good to be in love with Kyouya, even if he didn't return it…how would it feel if he did? She probably wouldn't recognize herself if he returned her feelings.

 

With a heavy, shaky hand, she turned the doorknob, opening it to expose a silvery moonlit music room…

 

 

 

Authors Note: Thanks to my mom for editing and Bisco Hatori owns OHSHC, not me. Thanks for reading.