Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ Rubbing The Lamp ❯ Ch 20 First Shower and New Plans ( Chapter 27 )

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Chapter 21

 

`She loves me.

 

`She loves me?

 

`Did I… Did I just hear that? Did she just say that… she loves me?'

 

His mind flipped in a loop, over again. `It certainly seemed like that's what she was saying. She…' His usually stoic expression was replaced with a dumbstruck, giddy grin. The entire world could disappear and it wouldn't matter. It truly didn't matter.

 

Becoming heir… okay, he still wanted it. But for the first time in his life, it didn't seem like the only thing worth having. If it fell to one of his brothers, he'd be able to congratulate them and mean it. Sure, there would be disappointment at his own failure, but he won Haruhi.

 

By all that was holy, Haruhi loved him!

 

The one woman who was worthy in her own right - not because of inherited wealth or status - the only woman who he could imagine living with and not wanting to smother while she slept, loved him. HIM! The lowly third son, the receiver of hand-me-down identity, who had only been brought into existence as a failsafe - an insurance plan should tragedy befall one of his older siblings.

 

Why on earth would anyone like Haruhi love HIM?

 

She loved him.

 

He was like a man in a trance as he picked up the phone and called to the kitchen. Breakfast. What would Haruhi like? Something traditional - fish and rice? Something western - eggs, pancakes or croissants and fruit? He knew she usually made either fish and rice or something simple like oatmeal when she was home with her father.

 

Frantically, he leafed through his notebook, searching for the details of their extended trips. Ah, right! She seemed to like western breakfast on trips, but more traditional fare on a day-to-day basis. She'd ordered pancakes on one trip, eggs benedict on another. But rice, coffee, that was her normal fare with school or local excursions.

 

Was today a trip or a day-to-day experience?

 

In the end, he went for a buffet: scrambled eggs, sausages, Belgian waffles, rice, fresh fruit, coffee, croissants, fresh butter, jam.

 

He finished ordering and then started pacing the room.

 

Normally, he'd be in the shower right now. But she was there. She was in there, naked, with water flowing down the gentle slope of her shoulders… He swallowed hard and moaned. She was naked in the other room.

 

But as amazing it would be to go in there and push her up against the wall of the shower and kiss her, wash her all over, show her exactly what she did to him - how crazy she made him, it wasn't what he wanted. Okay, it was what he wanted, but it wasn't ALL he wanted. Because if nothing else, he'd come to the realization this past week that a one-time tryst would never be enough. No. He wanted all of her - forever.

 

More than anything.

 

He wanted to marry her. He wouldn't be like his father. He would love his wife, treasure her, be a partner with her - god knows she would only make him better at everything. The two of them together would be unstoppable. And even if they were stopped, he wouldn't care because he'd be with her, by her side.

 

He picked up the phone again and called Fuyumi.

 

“Fuyumi-” he started, but her squealing cut him off as he held the handset away from his ear, so as not to be deafened.

 

“KYOYA! Oh! Are you okay? How are you? Is Haruhi there? Did she sleep okay? You had me so worried! Oh, otouto! Don't you ever do that again! OH! And Tamaki was here, and he was worried, too, and you need to call and apologize to him - you scared him half to death! You scared us both! You need to thank him, too - it was his idea to bring Haruhi to see you. OH! I can't believe it. My little brother's in love - in LOVE - and Haruhi is so sweet, I'm just so happy for you! But you're okay, right? Ah, but you called. What is it you needed?”

 

As she wound down from her rambling, Kyoya found himself smiling. Yes. Fuyumi was his favorite sibling. And now that he thought about it, he noticed that there were some similarities between her and Tamaki, wasn't there? No wonder he couldn't help but like the blundering Frenchman.

 

“Aneue, would you mind coming by my room for a few minutes? Haruhi is finishing up her shower and I wanted to speak with you before she was finished.”

 

“I'll be right there.” The phone clicked as she immediately hung up.

 

Less than sixty seconds later, there was a knock at his door.

 

“Come in, Aneue,” he called.

 

The door flew open and she ran over to pull her brother into an embrace. He returned the gesture, wrapping his arms around her awkwardly.

 

Since when had he become taller than her?

 

Fuyumi pulled back and placed a hand on his cheek. He was so thin. She tried to bite back a sob and failed.

 

He quirked an eyebrow at her and said, “Do I really look that bad?”

 

In response, she simultaneously hugged him tightly and punched him in the shoulder. “Don't you ever do something like that again! I'm your older sister and you have to listen to me!”

 

“Fuyumi.” His voice was tight. “You shouldn't worry.”

 

“You idiot!” she declared, pushing back from him. “Don't you know you're my favorite brother? It's my job to worry about you.”

 

“Hm,” he declared, looking at her fondly. “If I'm your favorite brother, then you won't mind granting me a favor, then, will you?”

 

Her eyes tightened and she examined him thoroughly. He had lost weight, yes. He was too gaunt, certainly, and needed to get some meat on his bones. But… even so, he looked like he'd lost more than just weight over the past week. He'd also abandoned his desperation. For the first time in his life, he appeared confident and - dare she hope it? - happy. Oh. He truly was in love.

 

Her smile was broad, tears running down both cheeks as she nodded. “Just tell me what you need.”

 

“I want you to get a meeting for me with father this afternoon. And after that, I want you to go shopping with me.” He raised his eyebrow meaningfully.

 

“Oh!” She clasped both hands to her mouth. “Oh. Of course!” She hugged him tightly until they heard the water turn off in the other room. Waggling her eyebrow, she said, “Well, I better get to it, then!”

 

He gazed after her as she bounced happily out of the room.

 

Good. Fuyumi would back him up. Very good.

 

His attention was drawn by the sound of the door opening.

 

 

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`Who the hell just said that back there?' she thought to herself as she closed the bathroom door.

 

It had a lock and she stared at it for a moment. Should she lock it?

 

It was *his* bathroom. He shouldn't be locked out of it. Or was that just an excuse because she wanted him to come in.

 

What was she becoming? She really did want him to come in. Oh, he made her heart race. He was cinnamon smoothness and the elegance and energy of espresso. And he loved her. It wasn't just trying to manipulate her. It wasn't just infatuation with something he couldn't have… was it?

 

Well, time would tell. Now that he knew she wanted him, loved him, he would act.

 

From the closet in the bathroom, she pulled out a giant fluffy towel and set it on a stool next to the shower.

 

If it was just infatuation, he would quickly bore of her and move on. But if he really loved her… Truly, though, she had a hard time believing it could be the former. Because Kyoya was about merits. He wasn't the kind of person to engage in fantasy like Tamaki. No, he took everything in and made logical decisions. And only love would make someone logical lose touch with reality.

 

She untied the yukata and slid it off her shoulders, hanging it from a hook on the back of the door. Boldly naked, she walked to the shower and turned it on, attempting to gauge the water temperature, adjusting it to just the right amount of heat.

 

Everyone saw him as a manipulator - and he was, but… he was also incredibly selfless. He was so good at manipulation that if his selflessness didn't temper him, he'd be the most dangerous man she'd ever met.

 

Actually, no. He WAS the most dangerous man she'd ever met.

 

And now she was here, naked, in his bathroom, after having slept in his bed. Only a closed door separated them.

 

He'd worked hard to get her to realize her feelings. And he'd succeeded.

 

She stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade all over her skin.

 

Yes, he'd succeeded. And now, she wanted him. If he came in, she wouldn't say no.

 

As she rubbed the soap over her skin, she couldn't help but think about him touching her. Would he like to touch her skin? She'd like it, she was certain. But what could he possibly like about touching her. She wasn't well constructed - she was a bit thin and scrawny. She had none of the “assets” that the host club's customers could boast.

 

Would he grow tired of her after a while?

 

What was she even doing?

 

In reality, this infatuation shouldn't last. He would grow tired of her and move on. In fact, she could potentially become disenchanted with his quest for wealth and success as well. It could all fade away - or blow up. So, why was she bothering?

 

The bar of soap ghosted over her skin, leaving tingling trails.

 

Kyoya.

 

There really wasn't a choice, was there? She would be by his side until the inevitable end. Because there was no place she'd rather be.

 

It was surprising. She hadn't expected it. But she really did love the rich bastard.

 

Why the hell wasn't he joining her?

 

She finished up, her hair cleansed, her skin washed and rinsed, and shut off the shower.

 

With a sigh, she toweled herself dry.

 

He would need a shower, too, she reminded herself, and decided not to tarry. The towel was wrapped around her torso, covering all her personal bits, and she quickly brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and then picked up the clean loaner clothes from Fuyumi. She'd dress in Kyoya's room while he showered.

 

Nodding once at her plan, steeling herself to face him - knowing, but trying not to admit to herself that she was trying to see his reaction at her in nothing but a towel (That would teach him to not come in on her when she told him not to! God, how illogical! What was she becoming?!) - she opened the door and entered his bedroom.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Secondary Disclaimer: All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. While that might seem unlikely - as three of the characters are only sophomores in high school, I figure it this way: if Bisco Hatori-san can ignore the students graduating for two years in a row and keep everyone in the same grade, I can then apply that logic to their ages. Therefore, Haruhi, Kaoru and Hikaru are just 18. Kyoya and Tamaki are about to turn 19. Mori is about to turn 20, and Huni already is 20. (Therefore, according to Japanese figuring, Huni is the only adult. :P )