The Guesthouse

Where on earth did she say the bathroom was? I’ve been wandering down this hallway for some time now and still haven’t found one. I feel a slight guilt at opening each door, but what other choice do I have. Most doors are eliminated right from the start as they are locked. Who on earth has this many rooms and so few bathrooms? There’s another hallway to my right, surely there must be one there. Walking and walking I just keep trying doors, finally a door opens and much to my relief it’s a bathroom. I finish up, wash my hands, and turn the light off as I open the door back up. In my sleep induced confusion I don’t remember which way is back to my room. I don’t suppose the cell the twins lent me would have a navigation system available for directions within someone’s house. Not that it would do me any good, since it’s sitting in my school bag in the room I can’t find.

Since I’m already confused I proceed in much the same way I did before, checking each door as I make my way down (or is it up) the hallway. I reach a door that finally opens. Going inside I see a bed similar to my own, but wasn’t my room in a different hallway? As I approach the bed, I’m almost right on top of it when I see him. Mori-sempai for all intents and purposes sprawled across the bed. The top sheet covering right about to his belly button, blushing I realize I’m staring. The last time I remember really looking at this much of his flesh was during that “refreshing” contest back at the pensione. I could see one leg also stuck out of the sheet up to mid-thigh, god he’s not wearing much if he’s even wearing anything at all.

It was then that I gasp because this whole time I must have been holding my breath. Ok, it is now time to back away slowly, reach the door and head in the direction I just came from. Before that becomes an option I feel a hand on my wrist, and with that I’m pulled into an embrace. Something sleep mumbled escapes his lips, as I realize that he’s not awake, his arms have now all but pinned me to him. I try to shake him awake, all but yell into his ear, but he doesn’t even react at all. God I have to get him to let go of me. I can’t let him wake up to find himself holding me; he’ll think I’m a slut. The first night at his guesthouse and I’ve thrown myself at him. Well technically just stood ogling him, but as punishment this level of embarrassment is extreme. My head’s right under his chin, and because he is so tall the angle he’s holding me in has my butt right under his rib cage. All the struggling has worn me out. I can fell my legs touching the fine hairs on his legs, making me shiver despite the heat. He pulls me closer, his warm breath now against my neck. Now my feet can feel fabric, at least he’s wearing shorts or something. Maybe if I lay here still enough, close my eyes and count to ten, I find that I’m still asleep in the guestroom. The fight has gone out of me; I finally start to try to relax. To be honest it’s not all that bad being held like this, at least that’s what I start to think as I drift off.

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I wake up with my arms filled with something warm and soft. Breathing in I can smell an almost light flowery scent, this causes my eyes to pop open. The dark haired young woman’s breathing is regular, with each breath moving her back softly over my chest, and I can see and feel that she’s wearing a t-shirt. One of her legs is almost curled into mine, because for some reason I’ve pulled my legs up. Her leg, it’s so smooth but still it tickles the fine hair on my legs. I’ve almost completely cradled her body, and now my brain runs back thru all the possible reasons why Haruhi would be in my bed. It’s just about at that point that I remember being chastised by Nakamori, I had been running a fever one day and as she had leaned over the bed to see if my fever had run it’s course. At the time I had not even realized that I had pulled her into bed with me. As she explained it, the main problem was that I was either so tired or sick that no matter what she did I would not wake up. So she and the rest of the staff had learned not to approach me while I was sleeping, or at the very least to keep their distance. But even for that scenario she would had to have been in my room to start with. It did though explain what I had thought was an especially vivid dream about her standing over me staring.

Looking down at her small form, I thought about the fact that she most likely got lost. She would have then looked for her room again. Several of the rooms have the same kind of bed in it, and with the lights out she would have been right next to the bed before she realized that I was in it. I almost sat up then, because I thought that grabbing her as forcibly as that must have scared her. Carefully now I pull my arm out from under her prone form. This causes her to shift, not realizing that it would make her brush her chest against my retreating arm. I suck in air between my teeth. Looking at the clock I realize it is still quite early, maybe I can just take her back to room and tuck her in. She might just think it was a strangely vivid dream herself.

Picking her up now, I feel like I’ve broken some special trust she must have had with me. As I carry her I realize where my hands are. I’d never even considered it really, but with one arm under her knees supporting her legs the other had almost automatically gone to her breast. Willing self-control, I recover quickly and I shift her body more so I can just cradle her to my chest instead. The moments that I walk down the hallways with her in my arms feel like an eternity, not an infinite hell dimension more like a snow globe. Because once shaken up, eventually the last of the snow and glitter must fall breaking the perfect illusion it had sought to form. As I finally reach her room I notice the light is still on, and the door has been standing open. Sliding into the room, I note that while the bed is a mess but she never even got the bed turned down. I struggle to hold her as still as possible as I pull back her sheets. Laying her small form down, I can almost hear a sigh of disappointment. I’m just not sure whose it was. The t-shirt has risen up, allowing me to see the creamy skin from her belly button up to nearly her rib cage. It would probably be even smoother than her legs, snapping my head back into reality I pull the sheets back over her. I almost reach out to bush her stray hairs from her face, but instead exit the room. Making sure to turn out the light and then pull the door closed behind me.

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When I think back to this morning one thing stood out the most the absence of warmth. The bed was so cold, like when you first get into it. I was back in the guest bedroom. While I did struggle with my thoughts, I could tell I had not been in this bed for long. The driver took me to school by myself because he had already left. Am I being avoided? The twins pounce me when I get to school and basically move me around the school all day until this point like a chess piece. Now that school’s over for the day, I look around the music room. We have packed house, I am grateful though it is a costume free day. This will be the first time I will get to see Mori-sempai, since yesterday well technically this morning. I almost feel like he could tell me exactly what happened, without even saying a word. If I could just manage to catch his eyes, what would they tell me?

One thing though, Kyoya has been lurking more then usual today. Club time passes quickly and soon the last guests leaves for the day. Hikaru and Kaoru come up behind me asking me what I’m doing later. It’s at this time that Kyoya comes up behind us and asks me about the guesthouse. Looking at him I realize that my father must have called him before arranging it with Mori-sempai. A light flush rises in my cheeks and the smirk he dons can be felt even if it isn’t seen. This prompts the expected whirl of activity. The twins turn to Kyoya to asking him what he means by guesthouse as though to imply that no father would be stupid enough to leave me in Kyoya’s hands. Kyoya explains the housing arrangement, which of course causes Tamaki to go pout in the corner, and leaves the twins whining about the fact that it isn’t fair since they were her classmates. Hunni-sempai is right there also; I think I hear him say something about Takashi not having mentioned it. So they didn’t know before, but they sure know it now.

Mori-sempai is standing close behind Hunni-sempai when he says that he hadn’t heard about it. This was the first time I’d even had a chance to look at him. He looks embarrassed, by the sudden turn in the conversation. Then Kyoya mentions that everyone could have time with Haruhi; if they all had dinner together at the guesthouse. Everyone agrees so quickly, I can’t honestly say that Mori-sempai even gave consent. So this had been it the whole time, Kyoya knew that he wanted the boys to get upset about her staying with Mori. That jealousy would have them all together, and he must have something else in mind.

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I had left the house early that morning, because Mitsukuni had some errands to run. Leaving information for the driver. The day seems to fly by, all these senior level classes and all. Part of me feels bad for leaving things, as is this morning. What kind of man am I? Having taken her back to her room seemed the best idea at the time. Realizing that no one besides Kyoya knew she was staying with me also bothers me. Wanting to be honest with my oldest and dearest friend Mitsukuni, I find I can’t form the words. So I leave it, which of course is never the best option.

Haruhi was always one of the first members to the music room after room. We knew it was because if there was a costume she likes to have time to get ready. Today though was a costume free day, I notice that she doesn’t have many of her regulars today so she mainly hangs in the background. Kyoya also seems to have devoted today to observation, because you go almost say he was lurking. Mitsukuni was busier today than normal so I spend almost the entire time with him. Then before I know it the last of the guests are leaving.

I can see Haruhi across the room, and find the need to hold myself back for a moment. The twins try to make a Haruhi sandwich, which of course only makes me want to pry them off her. Kyoya steps up behind them, I can see her cheeks flare from here. He must have told them, because they turn to him rather quickly searching for new information. But in the moments before he starts to explain and his original statement he reveals his smirk. I can hear the whining from here and see that Tamaki has already gone to pout in the corner. As quickly as he baits them he delivers the suggestion, knowing full well I won’t decline and that they will each agree. The thing that bothers me the most is that I can hear Mitsukuni say that I hadn’t mentioned it. It’s the sad voice he normally only uses when he’s disappointed. So before you know it everyone is coming over for dinner. It will be nice though because it’s been awhile since we’ve eaten as a group at a non-club event.