A Not So Normal Day For Haruhi Fujioka

A Not So Normal Day For Haruhi Fujioka
A Ouran High School Host Club fan fiction
Written by AviarisSevanthis

Chapter 19- Unexpected Contents: Looking Into Past Shadows

~Authors Note~ {Alright, Chapter 19! WINDING DOWN MORE! We are approaching the moment where Kyoya sleeps with Haruhi, as well as the event that causes her to realize who she wants to be with! What else are we approaching? Oh yeah, the END! Just so everyone knows, during the last chapter, I intentionally made the sex scene stale and boring. Why? Because there was no 'spark' in it for Haruhi. It says as much in the chapter. By the way, after this chapter, I'm just going to label the pairing. Why? Because it's obvious now....Also, to keep up to date on the writing, I've set up an online journal thing. The site is right here: http://aviaris.livejournal.com/...........DON'T FORGET TO RATE AND REVIEW!} ~Authors Note~

~~The Ootari Estate~~

Kyoya sat in his room, reading a book. He really should have been sleeping, but he just didn't feel like it. It had been an hour since Tamaki and Haruhi had the karaoke bar together. The rest of the group had dissolved soon after.

He glanced over at the window, watching the flashes of lighting in the distance as rain pelted the glass heavily. He honestly could remember the last time it had stormed around here.

This storm, he noticed, was just as bad as the one that had occurred when they had all been on vacation in Karuizawa. Well, he had been vacationing. Haruhi had been working and the rest of the guys had been in competition for the vacant room.

Of course, that storm, he had found out through Tamaki's outburst that Haruhi was so terrified of storms. As he looked out the window, he nodded a bit. If Haruhi hadn't been staying overnight at Tamaki's before, she definitely was now.

He turned back to his book, but not before another storm entered his mind. The one in which Tamaki had found out about her fear. The one that was on the same day that she had gotten into a small tussle with some boys while protecting some of their clients.

Tamaki had been the only one to complain, but they had all felt the same. Just because she wasn't exactly weak, did not mean she could properly defend herself, and it did not mean she was safe.

Especially not if said boys had discovered she was a girl and used that to their advantage. He shuddered a bit. The thought of anything like that happening to Haruhi was horrifying. He was the only one, it seemed, who knew.

He KNEW she was never raped, despite what she told her father and psychiatrist. He didn't approve of her lying, but he understood it. She had been protecting the twins. He could respect that.

But what really drew his attention, the memory that truly called to him, was how he had explained to her exactly why they had all been upset with her for going after those boys without help....

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Kyoya was sitting in a chair in his room, toweling his hair dry as he did. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and saw no need to be. After all, he'd be going to bed soon. Of course, he hadn't expected Haruhi to burst in, rush into his bathroom, and shut the door.

He could hear her throwing up, and sighed a bit. She really had eaten too much of that crab. It was a wonder she hadn't thrown up right at the table. When she was done, and had cleaned herself up, she popped out of the bathroom, glancing around.

"Are you okay?" He glanced at her from under the towel, his mind already working, formulating. Planning. She bowed apologetically, which he found amusing. "I apologize sir, I didn't mean to intrude."

Sir? She really was far to formal with all of them. "Don't be silly. It's just me." She shut the bathroom door, and stepped forward a bit. His glasses were on the table, but he could still see well enough to appreciate the pink dress she was wearing.

"Kyoya-sempai....Sempai, I, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to make everybody worry about me today." He closed his eyes, already knowing, now, what needed to be done. She needed to know WHY they were so worried.

He reopened his eyes, and stood. "Thanks, but I wasn't especially worried." He took a long drink of the water bottle he held, and continued.

"Although, I did have a hard time sepperating Kaoru and Hikaru from those two punks." He laughed a little then. "They almost beat them half to death..." He noticed the twitch she got as he said this. She knew what was coming. Well, partly.

Still shirtless, towel draped over his neck, he walked over to the light switch next to her. "And because of you, I had to send each of the girls a bouquet of flowers to apologize. They'd been looking forward to this trip and we don't want to disappoint them."

"I'll pay you back for the flowers, Sempai." He smiled at this while reaching out to gently touch the light switch. "Each bouquet cost me fifty thousand. That's a grand total of six hundred thousand yen, Haruhi." And he deftly flicked the switch.

The room went dark. Haruhi seemed confused. He turned toward her, looking down at her as she looked up at him. "Uh, why'd you turn the lights off?"

He paused. "If you want to..." and here he leaned down, until his face was level with hers, eyes peering into hers as he smiled slyly, eyes slightly narrowed, giving off a sinister appearance, as intended. "..you can pay me back with your body."

He grabbed hold of her wrist, and suddenly dragged her toward him, turned, and practically threw her onto his bed, and moving over her before she could protest. He was on his hands and knees over her, forming a bit of a cage around her.

She was staring up at him in shock as he looked down at her, that same sinister look now accompanied by a low voice. "Surely your aren't so naive that you actually believe a person's sex doesn't matter."

He grinned a bit more before continuing. She was sprawled under him, not even trying to shield herself. His voice was nearly a whisper now. "You've left yourself completely defenseless against me."

She let go of a breath he wasn't entirely aware she'd been holding, her eyes widening. He was nearly glaring at her now, giving the perfect picture of actually meaning to do it. Then she spoke.

"You won't do it, Kyoya-sempai." THAT was an unexpected comment. Her eyes were still wide, but she continued, and he gave a tiny, almost non-existent gasp of surprise, more like exhaling.

"I know, because it wouldn't do you any good. You wouldn't gain anything from it." That...almost hurt. Did she really think that he only did things if he got something from it? Besides, he actually WOULD gain something. Something rather desirable.

Still, she'd gotten the point, it seemed. He smiled a bit, and brought a hand up to his lips, giving a small laugh. His other hand fisted into the sheet's for a second, before he straightened up, letting her loose. "You're right."

He sat on the edge of the bed. "You're a fascinating young woman, Haruhi." She sat up slowly then. He sat casually, but his mind was actually running full throttle.

"But...I've learned something from this." He waited for her next words, wondering what they would be. "I guess I never realized...what a nice guy you are, Sempai." He had grabbed his glasses from the table, and was putting them on as she said this.

He turned to look at her, a little surprised by her words, but it didn't register on his face. "Hmm." She continued. "I know what you're doing. You're just trying to prove what Tamaki-sempai said earlier."

'That's no excuse, you idiot! Don't forget, you're a girl!' Yes, that was true. Proving Tamaki's point had indeed been the goal of his actions. He sat there for a moment, then stood up. "I know that you're trying to prove his point, that you're just posing as the bad guy."

He remained silent, staring at the wall ahead of himself, thinking. Before anything else could be said, there was a knock on the door, followed immediately by it being opened slowly, Tamaki stepping in.

"Kyoya, do you have any lotion? This sunburn is worse than I-" He paused, seeing Kyoya standing next to the bed, shirtless, with Haruhi sitting on the bed. In the dark. His face darkened, and he was immediately pissed, obviously jumping to conclusions, as always.

"You bastard!" Before he could continue, Kyoya had crossed the room and shoved some sunscreen into the blond's face, smearing it over his cheek roughly. "Here. Use as much as you want, you big goof."

He put his shirt back on, and left the two alone in his room, shutting the door behind him. She paused at the door, and walked away, hands in his pockets. "Nothing to be gained from it, huh? An interesting thought, in it's own way..."

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Haruhi never knew it, but things could have gone a different way. When he had been on top of her, his plans had wavered, skewed. If she had not said, right then, that he wouldn't do it....he might have.

He'd never force himself on her...never rape her...but if she didn't try to stop him, he would have been unable to stop himself. At that moment, he'd wanted nothing more than to descend upon her and make her his.

He sighed heavily. That was the day he had realized that he had developed feelings for her. His desire for her body was outweighed only by his desire to protect her, and to not hurt her or upset her. That was when he'd known.

Indeed, he'd known his feelings for Haruhi before anyone else did. He was fully aware of the true extent of his feelings, but it didn't matter to him. She didn't want him. She wanted Tamaki. He'd always known that. He'd seen it in her eyes multiple times that she loved the blond.

He would not pursue something that would never be his. He'd had enough of that with his father's company. Always wanting to be the heir, but knowing he never would. He hated that. He hated being 'not good enough.' So he'd dropped out of the race early.

He'd been supporting the idea of 'sharing' her simply to motivate Tamaki. He'd never intended to do anything with her. Why bother, when it would only hurt him in the end? He turned back to his book, reaching up with a finger to banish the small tear there.

And then he heard a persistent, frantic tapping against his window. He glanced over, and with a flash of lightning, saw small rocks being pelted against his window. This alarmed him. Only Tamaki did this. He SHOULD be with Haruhi.

It only alarmed him wore, the frantic way the rocks were hitting the window, as if Tamaki was in a panic. There was no way to climb up or down from the window, so as always, the rocks were a signal. Open the damn door!

Kyoya slipped off his bed, and rushed downstairs as quietly as he could, not wanting to wake anyone. He got to the front door and yanked it open just as there was a crash of thunder, and something slammed into him, driving him, breathless, to the floor.

When he recovered, and registered the thing on top of him that was soaking his shirt, as he'd never undressed from his clothes at the karaoke bar, he looked down. And what he saw shocked him. He felt pity, anger, confusion, and sadness.

There, drenched from the rain and sobbing quietly into his chest, was Haruhi. The confusion was as to why she was there. The sadness from seeing her crying. The pity from knowing she must have been terrified out in that storm.

The anger was all for Tamaki. How could he let her be running around in a damned thunderstorm, when the blond knew better than anyone, aside from maybe Hikaru, just how much it terrified her. The blond was dead.

When he finally managed to calm her a bit, and closed the door, she looked up to meet his eyes, biting her lip. "Kyoya-sempai, please...can I stay with you tonight? I thought I was okay, but I wasn't and I don't know who else to turn to..."

He was stunned, but not for long. She needed him now, and she needed him focused. "Of course Haruhi...of course..." He was stroking her hair gently, not carrying that he was soaked now as well because of her.

He picked her up bridal style, and carried her upstairs to his room, rocking her slowly, trying to calm her more. He was calm, cool, collected, cold. All those things. Except now, with Haruhi, when she needed him.

When she needed him, he could be anything and everything she wanted. He would do that for her, and only for her. When she needed him, even if as just a friend, he would be her knight, her prince, her guardian angel.

He found that fear, fatigue, or him rocking her back and forth had affected her, and she was fast asleep in his arms. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and laid her down so her head was resting in his lap as he slowly stroked her hair.

Only for her could he be this gentle. Only for her could he be this loving. Only for Haruhi would the 'Shadow King' step down from his throne. As she slept, he simply caressed her damp hair and and watched her with loving eyes from behind his glasses.

"I love you, Haruhi...and I always will even if it has to be from the shadows...."

~End Note to Readers~ {Well? Whaddya think, eh? You'll find out the final pairing fairly soon. Who will it be? Dun-dun-dunnn!.....!!!.......!&@^#$%@!!!! Oh, never mind. It's obvious as shit now that it's HaruhiXKyoya. DUH! Now the suspense comes in here. What happens to everyone else? HOW do things come to the wedding? WHY is one of the groomsmen missing? Will Tamaki be the Best Man!? Will Kyoya and Haruhi wait for their wedding night!?!?!?!?!?! Find out next time, on DragonBall Z-oh, wait, sorry. Lost my head for a second there............DON'T FORGET TO RATE AND REVIEW!} ~End of End Note to Readers~
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