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 21- Bottom of the Box: Resolutions

~Final Authors Note~ {Alright, Chapter 21! I'm kinda sad, actually...I've been working on this for awhile now, and the fact that it's coming to an end...my first ever fanfic. This started out as a birthday present for my friend. It was originally going to end after Haruhi's romp with the twins. Nothing but a lemon. Then it just grew into something more, and then I decided to post it on AdultFanFiction and FanFiction.net. The positive responses, along with how fun it was to write, is why I have decided to not make this a onetime thing. I'm throwing my hat into the ring of writing fan fiction, and I'm staying there. I write stories all the time, but this is the first multichapter story I have ever finished, and I'm oddly proud. These may not be my characters, but this story is mine, the plot is mine...it's my baby, dammit! Heh...anyway, hope you enjoy this, the last (and longest!) chapter of this story..........DON'T FORGET TO RATE AND REVIEW!} ~Final Authors Note~

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I would like to dedicate this, the last chapter, to the reviewers whose reviews really made me want to put that much effort into my writing. Whether it was due to your well thought out praise, or just through excited gushing, you made me enjoy writing this story even more. So again, thank you to:

Rachel P.
Olivia M.
shadowkittae
Muzixfox
Ysi
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Coulda done it without you, but I would have enjoyed it a whole hell of a lot less. And thank Rachel P. for this fic. If I hadn't started it for her birthday, it never would have happened. Hope to see you all for the next story I write, whatever the hell it is! And now begins, the last and LONGEST CHAPTER!

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~~The Ootari Estate~~

Neither of them seemed to question the fact that she'd been staying at his home since she'd come to him that night. It was as if it was normal. And during that time, Haruhi got to see a whole new side of Kyoya.

Being around him....it was fun. When he was around everyone else, or just out in public, he was very calm, almost cold, and always serious. But when in the comfort of his home, he opened up, and she found she really enjoyed his company.

What surprised her even more was seeing him smile, and he did it far more than she'd ever expect. He seemed to smile whenever she entered the room, actually. They hadn't even reached the end of the first day before that smile started making her heart flutter.

The morning of the second week, they were sitting at the breakfast table. Kyoya's father and brothers were already off at work, and she and Kyoya were eating breakfast. She still wasn't used to being served food. Especially food that was absolutely delicious.

And then, for some reason, she decided to ask a question. One that had been on her mind since that first day. She set her fork down reluctantly, those eggs were so delicious, and glanced at Kyoya.

"Hey, Kyoya, can I ask you a, uh...rather odd question?"

He glanced up at her over his glasses, and shrugged. He never really did talk more than he had to when eating.

"Why haven't you...you know...?"

He raised an eyebrow, staring at me now. Apparently, I had to elaborate. I was glad we were alone.

"I've been here almost a week, and you...haven't done anything yet."

The eyebrow quirked higher. Damn.

She sighed, blushing a bit. "You haven't tried...you know...sleeping with me...sex."

He blinked once, twice, three times. Then he shrugged again, going back to eating. She was about to get mad, when he finished eating, and stood up with his plate, looking down at her.

"Because, Haruhi, sex was neither what you really wanted nor needed. It never has been."

He went and put his plate and fork on a tray for the kitchen staff to pick up, turning back to her. "All you ever wanted or needed, was for someone to let you know that they cared, and that you mattered." He then grinned a bit.

"Contrary to what some might believe, it's possible to do that without sex." He then walked over, caressed her cheek lightly with the back of his hand, and left the room.

Every morning he had done that. They would eat breakfast, he would finish quickly, put his dishes on the tray, caress her cheek in that way, and then walk off to do whatever. He did it every morning, and she rather liked it.

But this time when he did it, after saying what he did...

She looked down at her food, and didn't bother repressing the smile that touched her lips, a blush coloring her cheeks a bit. Something told her that today...was going to be a really good day. Because of Kyoya.

He was right. Sex was not what she really wanted or needed. Sure, her body craved it, no, demanded it. But she herself didn't particularly want it. She just wanted the deal with that uncomfortable, persistent urge. And she didn't NEED it. It wasn't like she'd die without it.

Kyoya knew this. He seemed to go out of his way to keep her from being even remotely tempted, so that her urges didn't overcome her. He never even walked around barefoot, as if that might tempt her or something.

Every time that she'd started to go a little crazy, he'd done the strangest thing. He grabbed her, and pulled her into his lap, her back to him, his arms wrapped around her waist and pinning her arms to her sides. Restraining her.

They would stay like this until she gained control of herself, which one time took close to two hours. And he just patiently held her, keeping her from doing anything.

The two of them had not gone back to school. Kyoya had their work delivered to them at his house, and sent back in when it was due. All lessons were videotaped for them. Nobody seemed to question it.

When she'd asked about her father, he'd simply said that he'd 'explained the situation, and her father was okay with it.' She asked for him to elaborate, but he just had gone back to his book.

Their friends had dropped by often. Just Mori and Hunny at first, though the twins soon started visiting as well. They all wanted to know how they, particularly Haruhi, were doing. She was happy to see them, and they to see her.

It was not until the third week that Tamaki showed up. He'd been shown in, avoided Haruhi's gaze, and asked to speak to Kyoya in private.

The two had gone into the dining room, and Haruhi talked pleasantly with Kyoya's sister as the woman tried to organize his clothes in his dresser. WHY she was doing this, Haruhi had no clue. She seemed to just make a bigger mess.

Then Tamaki had come in with Kyoya, and Kyoya's sister left the room. As Kyoya stood over near the door, watching, Tamaki apologized profusely to Haruhi, literally begging her to forgive him for being such an idiot.

When he'd finished, Haruhi just shook her head and smiled, telling him that she'd already forgiven him, and that if he was willing, she'd love to continue being his friend. It took Kyoya two hours to get the excited blond out of his house.

It was not until the fifth week that Haruhi noticed that, not only were her episodes less frequent, but she was able to calm down faster. When she mentioned this to Kyoya, he smiled.

"Then it seems I was right." This puzzled her, and she asked him to explain. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, and patted the spot next to him, urging her to sit, as he put his book aside. Once she was seated, he answered her.

"I had a theory, Haruhi, that if you resisted your urges during those episodes, instead of satisfying them, you would eventually learn to control them. I knew you couldn't resist them easily. So, I made sure you couldn't satisfy them."

Realization dawned on her then. "So every time, when you would hold me like that and keep me from doing anything..." He nodded, smiling.

"Yes. By giving you no choice but to push back those urges, you were slowly conditioning yourself to resist them. Over time, you will be able to, for the most part, ignore them." He chuckled lightly. "Or at least hold off long enough to get to a bathroom."

She was silent for a moment, then looked up at him. "So you've been trying, all this time, to help me get control of myself...but...why? Why take the time to do that?"

Kyoya sighed heavily, shaking his head, but had a small smile. "I swear, Haruhi, sometimes you are as bad as Tamaki. I'm helping you because I care. Haruhi, being unable to control yourself...you hated yourself for it. You even tried to kill yourself."

"That's because I'd thought I was being a burden to-" He pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her. "Because of your condition. It all stemmed from that. The point, Haruhi, was that it was hurting you. And I hated seeing you hurt."

She just looked up at him, not sure what to say. And he smiled.

"Haruhi, if you are going to be a great lawyer, I think you should start working on being more observant of things. You seem surprised by what I'm saying. Just think, Haruhi, about everything I have done since this happened to you."

He pulled away a bit, resting his elbows on his knees, fingers intertwined, and chin resting on them. "When you tried to kill yourself, I put my own personal doctor in charge of your care, and gave up my bed for you."

"When you were lying in bed, refusing to speak or even look at anyone, I kissed you. That look you gave me..." He seemed a bit hurt, and she decided it was time to speak. "I wasn't angry, Kyoya. Honestly. I was trying very hard to fight the urge to-"

He silenced her again, but smiled. "I'm happy to hear that. I'm sorry I reacted the way I did. I was angry with myself for upsetting you...that vase was expensive." He chuckled a bit, and sighed. "Though not so much as the one you broke."

She smiled a bit at the memory. Had she not broken that vase, she would not have had to work off the debt by joining the Host Club. At first, she'd felt it to be the worst mistake of her life. Now...

"I hope you are not going to charge me for that. My debt is already bad enough." She was joking, but he let out a small chuckle for a different reason. "Haruhi, your debt was settled back during that first school festival. That woman, Éclair Tonnerre, remember?"

Haruhi nodded, remembering. Still, she had stayed in the Host Club. It had become a part of her life. An important part. "And then there was that song I wrote for you."

That startled her. "For me? What? But..." He just smiled. "Do you really think I would take the time to write a song unless I had good motivation to do so?" She was utterly shocked. "But...it was so beautiful..."

He smiled, and reached up to caress her cheek like he always did. But this time, he also tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. It was growing long again, down to her shoulders now. "Of course it was beautiful. Like I said, it was for you."

Haruhi felt her control slipping. Not control over her urges, but over her emotions. She was close to crying. "Haruhi, you are a beautiful, intelligent woman. Yet you don't seem to understand the feelings of others very well."

He shook his head, grinning. "Astounding, the things you don't seem to notice, when they are obvious to everyone else, or when it's been staring you in the face." He sighed, and leaned back on his hands, staring at the ceiling.

Neither spoke for what seemed like forever, until finally, Kyoya broke the silence. "I say you keep growing your hair out, and we break the news to everyone that you are a girl, and why you posed as a boy."

This startled her, and she looked at him in shock. "Wh-what? Why? Why now, so suddenly?" He kept his face tilted toward the ceiling, but gave her a sidelong glance, shrugging his shoulders a bit.

"Well, I think people would begin to come up with strange ideas if I started to date someone that they think is a boy."

Haruhi just stared at him in wide-eyed shock, before the gates broke, and the tears spilled down her cheeks. She was crying a lot these days, it seemed. He straightened up and, knowing what was coming, shifted and held out his arms.

She buried her face in his shirt, holding him tightly as she cried into his chest. She wasn't really sure why he was crying. She wasn't sure why she would, when his words had made her heart soar...

When she finally calmed down more, she pulled away, wiping the tears from her eyes. She gave him a teasing smile then. "Well, what makes you think I'd even go out with you?" He shrugged. "A guess. Though your reaction pretty much says it all."

She raised an eyebrow. "Crying out of pity for your delusions does not mean I'll go out with you." He blinked. She seemed dead serious. "You're kidding, right?" He was sure he'd read the situation right, and Haruhi had never been the teasing type...

She shook her head sadly. "I thought Tamaki was the only one who thought himself irresistible. This is disappointing, Kyoya." She stood, looking down at his rather shocked expression. He believed this. Perfect!

When the shock dissolved into a look of hurt and disappointment, however, she couldn't hold it. "I'm kidding Kyoya, geez. Of course I'll go out with you." He blinked, and the expression on his face made her laugh.

"Just because I was such a horrible actress in that play at Lobelia, which I didn't even want to do, does not mean I can't act when I want to. I can't believe you fell for that." He actually blushed a bit, and the perfection of the moment only intensified.

She, Haruhi Fujioka, a mere commoner, had completely fooled Kyoya Ootari, the infamous 'Shadow King.' She mentally cheered herself for that one. The score: Haruhi-1, Kyoya-0.

She giggled a bit, which made him grin. This victory was bolstering her confidence. "How about tonight at seven? You can take me to dinner, a movie, and then we'll go for a walk somewhere nice, okay? I expect you to dress well, like I know you can."

Then she practically skipped out of the room, leaving a dumbfounded Kyoya behind. Then he shook his head. "I've unleashed a monster, I think...still, what can I say? I love her..." He was interrupted from his thoughts of the perfect place to take her, by a slight movement at the door.

Haruhi was back, and she peeked in, looking embarrassed. "Yes, Haruhi?"

She hung her head in shame. "I...don't have anything nice to wear."

He smirked a bit, adjusting his glasses. The score: Haruhi-1, Kyoya-1. "I'll have one of the servants find something in your size, or something that the twins' mother designed."

She narrowed her eyes. "And how would you know my size, Kyoya?"

There was that knowing smile again. "After all the outfits you've had to wear in the Host Club, you really think I wouldn't know something like that?"

She blinked, and went a little red. "Oh." The score: Haruhi-1, Kyoya-2

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~~Ootari Family Summer Home: Hawaii: Five Years Later~~

The wedding had been amazing. She'd been worried when Hikaru didn't show up, but he rushed in right in the middle of things, panting, apologizing profusely. Kaoru publicly chastised him, but Haruhi couldn't help but forgive him. His girlfriend was a handful.

The reception was, like anything else that Kyoya or Tamaki was in charge of, extravagant and beautiful. Tamaki even gave a surprisingly deep and touching toast that made her cry, and Kyoya discreetly rubbed his eyes a bit.

Their first dance was man and wife was wonderful, and Haruhi was so happy to have everyone there. Even after graduating, they had all stuck together like glue. It was exactly how she wanted it.

But now, there was nobody else. Just her and Kyoya, the man she loved. They had taken a jet, yes, a JET, from the airport, straight to their honeymoon in Hawaii. Tamaki had insisted, despite him not going. Appeared America was his new obsession.

So here they were, in one of the many summer homes that Kyoya's family owned around the world. As soon as they got in the door, they had wasted no time getting to the bedroom.

Kyoya laid Haruhi gently on the bed, already having undressed her, as well as himself. She liked the feel of silk sheets against her back, and looked up at him lovingly. She had wanted this for so long.

They had waited. They had both had sex before. Him more than her, most likely. But for some reason, they had both decided to hold off until this day. Why it had taken five years, she wasn't sure. He had told her, however, that he'd wait till he was sure she was ready.

She reached up to run her hand gently over his bare chest, and smiled. "We've been here before, Kyoya." He smiled warmly, his glasses over on the bedside table. "True. But this time, I'm most certainly going to do it."

She giggled a bit, nodding. "Yep. This time, it's something you want."

He just gave that smile of his, and shook his head. "I've always wanted it, Haruhi. I just have something called self-control." He had lowered himself to her, and was trailing kisses along her neck slowly.

She pouted a bit. "I have self-control too, dammit..." His laugh tickled. "And who do you have to thank for that?" She grumbled in response. The score: Haruhi-53, Kyoya-82.

His kisses made their way along her collarbone to her breasts, and he treated them almost reverently before making his way further down, over her stomach, and to her thighs. She shivered a bit as he neared her entrance, and let out a soft moan when he softly kissed her.

"K-Kyoya..." He glanced up at her, grinning. "Surely this isn't going to be that easy?" He got the point to stop teasing when she nearly crushed his head between her legs. The score: Haruhi-...who cares?

He gently ran his tongue over her entrance, before diving in, exploring her depths eagerly, determined to please her. He knew he was getting his wish as he heard the tiny mewls of pleasure, feeling her squirm about as he worked.

As eager as she had been for this over the past five years, it didn't take her long to succumb to his ministrations, her pleasure quickly building to the boiling point, her climax hitting her hard. She let out a shuddering cry of pleasure, her hands fisting in Kyoya's hair.

When he finally pulled away, licking his lips lewdly, she moved to return the favor. But he stopped her, pushing her gently back onto the bed, shaking his head. "No, Haruhi. Tonight is all about you, and you alone. You deserve that, more than anyone."

It was difficult to hold back the tears that threatened to burst forth, and he leaned down, pressing his lips to each eye, kissing away the tears that had already sprang up. She shivered a little as she felt his hands moving over her body gently.

It was a little funny, really. The so called 'Shadow King' was, surprisingly, the most gentle of lovers. At least, with her he was. It actually seemed he was going to try and make her burst just by touching her, but he'd never get that far.

"Kyoya, please..." He met her eyes, and gave her a warm, loving smile. The smile that was for Haruhi, and only Haruhi. He'd never smile like that for anyone but her. He kissed her softly, and nodded. "Alright, Haruhi. As you wish.."

He entered her slowly, and she bit her lip, trying and failing to suppress her moan as he filled her. When he started his slow, steady movement, it wasn't long before she was moaning more loudly, her hands running over his chest eagerly.

Before long, he was thrusting into her more quickly, and she could barely hear his groans of pleasure over her panting moans. After what seemed like hours, it was finally getting to be too much, and she was arching her back in pleasure.

"Ky-Kyoya, I'm cu...I'm gonna..." He covered her mouth with his, effectively silencing her as he kissed her, and her near scream was muffled by his lips as her orgasm ripped through her, and she was vaguely aware of his as warmth filled her core.

They both sagged into the bed, their breathing heavy as they lay tangled together.

And Haruhi knew she had found her heaven on earth in this man, the one she loved, because as wonderful and amazing as the sex had just been, it still wasn't anything compared to how blissful she felt as he held her in his arms afterward.

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~~Seven Years Later~~

Haruhi sat quietly in a chair in the library of their home, reading a book. The past seven years, and even the five before that, had been wonderful. Even now, almost nothing had changed. Almost.

Haruhi looked from her book to the little girl who sat on the floor, playing a small stuffed rabbit; a present from 'Uncle' Hunny. That man STILL went by that name.

The little girl had jet black hair halfway down her back, a red ribbon keeping it out of her eyes, which were a soft chocolate brown. She glanced up, having noticed Haruhi staring, and smiled. "Hi momma!"

Haruhi just smiled at the little girl, who would be turning six in a few days. She marked her page in the book, and set it aside, turning back to her daughter. "Hey honey, would you like to go for a walk in the park, maybe get some ice cream?"

The little girl cheered, saying "Yay, ice cweam!" and rushed to the door to put her shoes on. Haruhi shook her head, smiling, and stood up, walking over to the door as well to put on her shoes. As she did, she called out to her husband.

"Kyoya, honey?" He lifted his head up, turning away from the computer where he was working. "Yes, Haruhi?"

"Me and Kotoko are going for a walk and getting some ice cream." He smiled at that. "Alright. Give me one moment, I'll come as well." Kotoko cheered again, happy her daddy was coming.

As Kyoya shutdown the computer and came to put his shoes on, Haruhi placed a hand on her slightly swollen belly. Another one on the way. She wondered what they would name this one. Her father had cried when he found out their daughter's name was to be Kotoko.

Just like Haruhi's mother.

Kyoya finished getting his shoes on, and put on his jacket, then helped Haruhi into hers, before helping Kotoko. The silly girl was giving him a hard time with it. When he finally got it on her, he smiled. "All set?"

Kotoko grinned and nodded, pumping her fist in the air energetically. They wondered where she got it from. Haruhi just smiled and nodded, and Kyoya ushered them out the door, before locking it behind them.

She still wondered why he'd opted to give it all up. The big house, the servants, the maids, all of it. They could have had all that. But he'd simply smiled when asked, saying he liked things better this way.

They were not living a rich lifestyle, but neither were they living a poor one. They had the money to live richly, of course, but neither of them cared. They were more than content with each other.

"Mommy, how did you n' daddy meet?"

Haruhi thought on her answer, then shrugged. "Mommy broke a vase, and daddy and his friends forced me to work to repay them. Daddy also said I had to do it or leave the country, or he'd send his family's private police after me."

"Daddy's a bully!"

"Wha!? I am not!"

"A big-butt bully!"

"That doesn't even make sense.."

"Big-butt!"

The score: Kotoko-32, 'Daddy'-4


~~The End~~

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~Final End Note to Readers~ {Well? Whaddya think, eh? It's true, this is the end, but only of this story. "A Not So Normal Day for Haruhi Fujioka" has come to a close. It's time for me to move on to other fics. I hope you have all enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you to all my readers and faithful reviewers. I hope to see you at my next story!..............DON'T FORGET TO RATE AND REVIEW!} ~End of Final End Note to Readers~

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FINAL SHOUTOUTS! Er, FINAL SHOUTOUT!

klv__klv: Well, I hope you are not disappointed with this, and I'm glad you enjoyed Kyoya's outburst. He may be calm, but it makes no sense that he would not react when something upsets him. I see it as him being disappointed in his best friend, honestly, and trying to knock some sense into him. And now I say to you, as well as all my other faithful reviewers,

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT!