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The Scorpion	By : Bastetkitten Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 3709 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I still have the two exams but I feel much better. Thanks to a reviewer's suggestion, sp346, I changed this to a KyoyaXHaruhi fic instead of just a Kyoya fic. Enjoy and review please :)

Haruhi slammed her box lunch down by Kaoru and sat down next to him. She slammed it open and began to chomp down on her food angrily.

"Something wrong?" Kaoru asked.

Haruhi gave him a demonic look and continued to eat.

"Can I help?" Kaoru dared to ask.

"Not unless you can tell me what the hell that asshole is thinking," Haruhi huffed.

"Kyoya?" Kaoru ventured.

"First he acts like he wants me. I know he did. He can't just act like that. And then he pushed me away. Twice he left me on that dance floor like an idiot. Today we were actually having a good time and then Tamaki has to come along." Haruhi took a sip of her drink.

"Tamaki was there?" Kaoru frowned.

"Kyoya only sees me as Tamaki's girl, which means there is five feet between us at all times. And then he falls right into me and just stays there." Haruhi sighed and fiddled with the edge of Kyoya's shirt that she still wore.

"This just happened?" Kaoru asked.

"No." Haruhi sighed. "It was right before class. I left when the bell rang; I couldn't deal with him….being him."

"Well he is himself." Kaoru shrugged.

"Why does he have to treat me so different? I mean the way he acts with those women at the club…" Haruhi frowned.

"You're different from them because you're not a brainless whore," Kaoru told her. "You're better than them."

"Can't I be a brainy whore?" Haruhi muttered.

"Haruhi!" Kaoru glared.

"What? Can't a person like sex?" Haruhi blinked.

"Who likes sex?" Hikaru grinned as he sat across from his brother.

Kyoya sat across from Haruhi. "Hey."

Hikaru smirked as he looked at Kyoya. "Never mind."

Kyoya frowned at Hikaru but then looked to Haruhi with a smile. "I wanted to apologize about earlier."

"It's fine," Haruhi said as she sipped her tea. "Have you been taking your iron pills? Maybe you were just weak."

Kyoya's glasses flashed. "I will be sure to let Akito know to fill the prescription again."

"Good," Haruhi said and looked back down to her food.

Kyoya smiled again. "Haruhi, have you heard about that new suspense movie that just came out a few days ago?"

Hikaru brightened and excitedly looked to Kyoya. "Oh that new one that has the two people in the forest and then they go and get stuck? I so wanted to see that! I mean the woman in it looks-"

Kyoya grabbed the roll off of his plate and jammed it into Hikaru's mouth without even taking his eyes off of Haruhi. He calmly continued as Hikaru choked on the roll, "I can't seem to find anyone to go with me and I was wondering if you would be interested." He gave her his best host smile.

Kaoru watched as Hikaru pointed at his mouth, which still had the roll lodged in it. He seemed to be getting air though.

Haruhi frowned at Kyoya's smile. "Quit trying to host me." She grabbed her lunch and walked off.

"That. Was. Pitiful." Kaoru laughed at Kyoya.

Hikaru managed to spit the roll out onto the floor and he raised his head to glare at Kyoya. "What the hell?"

"I don't know what you mean." Kyoya frowned at Kaoru.

"Oh please. You just tried to ask Haruhi out." Kaoru grinned.

Kyoya shrugged.

"You-" Hikaru gaped. "What about Tamaki?"

"What about him?" Kyoya asked as he eyed Kaoru. "You already know don't you?"

"Yep." Kaoru grinned.

Kyoya sighed. "Of course, Hikaru couldn't keep a secret if his life depended on it."

"Yes I can," Hikaru argued. "I keep tons of secrets."

"Highly doubtful," Kyoya said as he checked the watch on his left wrist.

"You're right." Hikaru smirked. "I mean I would just blurt out the fact you take voice lessons, know how to dance, actually can't wait to see your new nephew, or that you would kill to use peanut butter during sex."

Kyoya glared at Hikaru.

"Um…" Kaoru's eyes were wide. "You…take voice lessons?"

"Took," Kyoya frowned.

Kaoru looked back to Hikaru. "How do you know all that?"

"Kyoya loves to talk when he's high." Hikaru grinned. "It's really hard to get him to shut up, actually. And Kyoya still has no idea how much I know."

Kyoya smacked the dark haired twin upside the head.

Kyoya headed for the library, thankfully alone. Hikaru and Kaoru seemed rather smug about the fact that Kyoya was attempting to ask Haruhi out. He was starting to think he may have found the culprits behind Haruhi's wet shirt. He smirked at the mental image.

As he entered the library he could see short brown hair behind the computer typing away. He leaned against the desk waiting for her to turn around. She continued to type and Kyoya frowned.

"Have you been to that new sushi place? They have fancy tuna." Kyoya pulled on a smile.

The brunette turned and Kyoya stared at an unfamiliar face. "Sushi?" She blinked. She then looked Kyoya over. "Oh, you're Ootori, aren't you?" She smiled at him.

Kyoya tilted his head. "I apologize, but where is Haruhi Fujioka?"

"We switched shifts," The brunette told him. "She said she had some errands to run."

"Thank you." Kyoya nodded to her and headed out of the library.

Kyoya knocked on the Fujioka door and waited patiently. He looked over his shoulder to see several people looking at his Lamborghini. He pushed up his glasses and knocked again. He could hear someone moving around inside and wondered if Haruhi would actually not answer the door.

The door opened to reveal long red tangled hair attached to a highly irritated man with five o'clock shadow. "What?" the man growled at the young man that dared to wake him.

"Ah, Ranka-san, I hope I didn't disturb you, but I was wondering if your daughter was home." Kyoya gave his host smile.

Ranka blinked as he recognized the tall young man in front of him. "Kyoya?" He looked him over from his tight black tank to the designer jeans he wore and then spoke in his feminine voice. "Haruhi's out running some errands, but why don't you come in and wait for her."

"I'd be delighted." Kyoya nodded to Ranka as he walked into the Fujioka home. He stepped out of his shoes and headed into the living room.

"I'm sorry the house is such a mess. I've been picking up a lot of extra hours lately." Ranka told him as he led Kyoya to the couch. "I just haven't had the time to pick up."

"It's quite alright. I know that we've been keeping Haruhi busy lately." Kyoya smiled.

"That reminds me, how are you feeling? She said you had the flu very bad." Ranka asked concerned.

"Feeling much better," Kyoya told him. "I actually wanted to talk to Haruhi about that. Do you know about what time she will be home?"

"Not sure." Ranka shrugged. "You just stay put and I'll go and freshen up." Ranka smiled and hurried off to the bathroom.

Kyoya sighed and leaned back into the couch. He contemplated on how he would approach asking Haruhi out. He needed to find a way to Segway the conversation to them being together. He was actually unsure on how to do it. He knew how to direct any conversation to unfamiliar sex with a stranger, but directing Haruhi's naïve nature to such a thing would be different. With Renge it had been easy. Kyoya frowned for a moment as he realized that he didn't actually ask Renge out, but had been able to nod along with her hopefulness.

"Any better?" Rank asked as he stepped back into the living room in a red dress, clean shaven and well busted. Kyoya looked up, surprised he had been musing to himself so long.

"You look marvelous," He told Ranka.

Ranka slipped onto the couch next to Kyoya. "So how's school going for you?"

Kyoya smiled. "Still top of the class."

"Even after being out for a week?" Ranka asked.

"Well, the most difficult part of that was having to tutor Tamaki." Kyoya grinned. "I like to work ahead in class so I was just fine."

"You poor thing, being locked up sick for a whole week with that guy, it must have been hard." Ranka patted Kyoya's knee.

Kyoya nodded. "He can get on the nerves." He glanced down at the hand that still hadn't left his knee.

"He's still not allowed in this house," Ranka told him.

"I'm pretty sure Haruhi has let him know." Kyoya smiled at Ranka. He began to wonder if Ranka was just being his overly friendly self or if Kyoya needed to be worried.

Ranka looked over to Kyoya and smiled prettily while batting his long lashes. "How old are you now Kyoya?"

Kyoya gave his best host smile. "Only 22." He turned his head and looked to the TV that was still off. Is there a particular reason men seem to be attracted to me?!

"Only?" Ranka laughed. "Why you're all grown up now. I mean at 22 I already had a child."

"Speaking of." Kyoya stood suddenly making Ranka's hand move. "I forgot about an errand I need to run. Can you please have Haruhi call me whenever she gets home?"

Ranka pouted at the obvious disinterest but consoled himself with the nice view of Kyoya's ass. "I will be sure to tell her."

"Thank you," Kyoya said.

Kyoya drove around aimlessly as he waited for his cell to ring. He blared the music and tapped along with the beat. He looked down at his cell again to see nothing and then started to toss it aside when he felt it vibrate. Quickly he turned off the radio, and nearly swore when he saw that it was his brother, Akito.

"What?" he grumbled into the cell.

"I thought I would check up on my little brother," Akito said.

"I'm fine," Kyoya grumbled as he stopped at a red light.

"Well a little birdie told me that you fell today which seems unlike you. I just wanted to see if I needed to give you more medicine."

"I don't need any medicine," Kyoya ground out. "I am fine. And I assume this birdie is a stubborn woman?" Kyoya paused. "Also, I did not fall, I was tripped."

"By stubborn woman you mean that cute brunette that's worried about you?" Kyoya could hear the smirk in Akito's voice. "She may have given me a call."

"Figured as much." Kyoya sighed. His cell beeped and he looked at the screen of his cell. "Ah, speak of the devil."

"Cute brunette?"

"Don't you have a wife?" Kyoya scowled.

"Bye Kyo."

Kyoya switched calls. "Hey."

"Hey, Dad said I should call," Haruhi said. "Are you okay?"

"I'm going to start charging people who ask me that," Kyoya said.

"I take it that you're fine." Haruhi sighed.

"Yes I'm fine. Actually, what are you doing tonight?" Kyoya asked.

"Nothing much. Dad leaves for work soon, so I guess I'll study or something," Haruhi said in thought.

"I wanted to thank you for helping me that day," Kyoya told her. "So I want to take you out for dinner."

"Kyoya, I didn't do that for any reason but to help," Haruhi told him. "Don't worry about it."

"Nonsense, I'll be there in 20 minutes. We'll go wherever you want." Kyoya smirked. "Have to go, bye."

He ended the call before she could protest.

Several minutes later he pulled up to her apartment and waited as she came down the steps. She no longer wore his shirt but instead a black t-shirt that fit her well. Kyoya pushed a button and the door opened for her. She sighed and leaned down to speak to him without getting in the car.

"Kyoya, you really don't have to do this," Haruhi told him.

Kyoya smiled. "I want to. Now, where are we going?"

Haruhi sighed and got into the car with him. "There's a new restaurant I want to try. Just take a left up here and then the third right."

Kyoya began to drive. "You know you can go anywhere you want. The sky's the limit."

"I want to go there," Haruhi told him. She paused and then looked at him. "Are you feeling any better?"

"I'm fine," He told her.

"I was just making sure you were good to drive," Haruhi said as she gripped her seat from Kyoya's usual driving style.

"I'm fine," Kyoya repeated. "Though if you'd rather drive-"

"Kyoya, this car is worth more than my entire apartment. Plus I don't have a permit."

"Why don't you have a permit? I thought Tamaki took you to get one." Kyoya frowned.

"He wanted to but there was no point. I don't have a car and I always take the bus anyway." She looked at the road. "It's the place right up here on the right."

"Well what if one of us needed you to drive us home?" Kyoya asked.

"That never happens," Haruhi told him. "If I have to, I get a ride from Mei. So if you needed a ride then I would just call her."

Kyoya pulled into a parking space and they both got out of the car.

"You have no interest in learning at all?" Kyoya asked as he held the restaurant door open for her.

"It's not that I'm not interested, it's that there's really no point," Haruhi said.

"Why don't you let me teach you?" Kyoya asked as they sat in a booth.

"You?" Haruhi laughed.

"What?" Kyoya frowned.

"You make everyone who gets in your car cringe. Tamaki has specifically warned me on numerous occasions to never ever get into a car with you." Haruhi laughed.

Kyoya's brow twitched. "I am completely within the rules of driving."

"What about reckless driving?" Haruhi raised a brow.

"Would you like me to teach you or not?" Kyoya frowned.

Haruhi giggled at his annoyance. "How much will it cost me?"

Kyoya sighed. "I'll settle for you explaining to your father that I'm decidedly not interested.

"Poor Dad." Haruhi smiled. "Is that why he was moping around the house when I got home?"

"Well, he did come on a bit strong." Kyoya smirked.

"He does tend to." Haruhi looked up to see the waitress approaching them.

The waitress stopped in front of them while placing menus in front of them. She smiled at Kyoya while batting her lashes. Kyoya didn't seem to notice. "What can I get you and your girlfriend?" She smiled prettily at him. Haruhi grabbed her menu and looked over it. She didn't want to hear Kyoya denying her.

"A coke will be fine." Kyoya nodded at the lady and then looked to Haruhi.

Haruhi smiled. "The same." She looked back down at her menu. Does he realize what she asked?

Kyoya watched the waitress leave before returning to their conversation. "Do you want me to take you to get your permit next week?" Kyoya asked.

"I still don't see the point." Haruhi shrugged. "And I don't really have the money to waste."

"I'll take care of it," Kyoya told her. "I do owe you quite a bit."

"I didn't do much." Haruhi frowned.

Kyoya tilted his head. "You stayed by my side even after you realized what I had done. Even Tamaki didn't do that."

"Tamaki only left to get stuff so he could stay with you and make sure you were okay." Haruhi sighed.

"You were there when I woke up," Kyoya told her.

"I was worried," Haruhi said.

The waitress walked back up and placed their drinks down in front of them. She smiled at them both. "Do you know what you want?"

"Uh?" Haruhi sweat-dropped; she had barely looked.

"Can you bring an assortment?" Kyoya asked as he handed over his menu. "Money is no object."

"Uh…okay." The waitress blinked as she took both of their menus.

"You didn't have to do that," Haruhi told him as the waitress walked away.

"Food is your weakness." Kyoya smirked.

"Then what's yours?" Haruhi smirked back.

"I hardly think that's appropriate conversation," Kyoya told her.

"After hearing Hikaru talk everything is appropriate." Haruhi shook her head.

"That's true." Kyoya chuckled. "There is no censor on that man."

"Nope." Haruhi took a sip of her drink. "The last time we talked he felt it was necessary to tell me how to please five girls at a time."

Kyoya shook his head. "Like he would know."

"He said you had told him how." Haruhi glanced up at Kyoya.

Kyoya looked down at his drink and thought about how he was going to kill Hikaru. "I don't recall that particular conversation."

"Well he probably was making it up, I mean I understand how you could please four but not five." Haruhi shrugged.

Kyoya raised a brow while still staring down at his drink. "Carefully."

Haruhi looked up at him confused and her words died in her mouth as the waitress began bringing several platters. After several other waiters came by, their entire table was covered in food.

"That was quick." Kyoya nodded his approval.

Haruhi tried some of the pork in front of her. "How's Mori?"

"As well as to be expected," Kyoya sighed. "Honey really hurt him."

"Did Honey really cheat on him?" Haruhi asked.

Kyoya nodded as he tried some of the vegetables in front of him. "It was an accident though. He was drunk."

"I don't think that's much of an excuse." Haruhi frowned. "It's hard to believe he was that drunk."

"Takashi forgives him for that," Kyoya told her. "It was always the lie."

"What do you think about it?" Haruhi asked.

"My opinion doesn't really matter on it." Kyoya replied as he tried the seafood that Haruhi was digging into.

"I bet it matters to Mori," Haruhi said.

Kyoya frowned. "I understand not being able to control your actions." He paused. "But for him to lie continuously to Takashi's face is unforgivable."

"You lie," Haruhi stated.

"I wouldn't lie about something like that," Kyoya told her.

"Yeah…" Haruhi nodded. She looked at Kyoya. "Did….did Mori do that to you to get even or was it a legitimate mistake."

Kyoya frowned. "Does everyone just assume I took?"

"Took what?" Haruhi blinked.

Kyoya let out a chuckle. "Never mind. Takashi was really drunk and it was a mistake-for both of us."

"I'm glad it didn't ruin your friendship." Haruhi took another bite.

"I'm actually surprised it didn't." Kyoya frowned. "I think Takashi understood how uncomfortable I was with the whole thing and backed way off."

"Does Mori know who Honey cheated with?" Haruhi asked quietly.

Kyoya raised a brow. "Why?"

"I was just curious if he ever felt the need to exact revenge or anything. I know he says he's okay with that part of it but…"

"Takashi knows who it is and does not blame him." Kyoya sipped his drink.

Haruhi frowned at Kyoya. "Do you know?"

Kyoya didn't answer but instead tried some more of the vegetables. He paused as he eyed the chicken Haruhi was about to try. "Is it supposed to look like that?"

Haruhi took a bite. "Tastes just fine." She decided to pursue the subject later.

Kyoya shrugged, if anyone knew about food it would be Haruhi. "Are Kaoru and Hikaru getting along all right?"

"Yeah. Hikaru is staying in a separate room though."

"Hikaru did that right before he left," Kyoya told her. "I think it's good for them."

"Probably." Haruhi nodded. "Yukiko goes there often and hangs out with both of them."

Kyoya glanced up. "They're not sharing are they?"

"Sharing what?" Haruhi asked.

Kyoya frowned and debated if he should ask.

"No." Haruhi shook her head slowly. She was pretty sure she knew what Kyoya meant. "They're not."

"Good." Kyoya sighed. "It's nice having them get along again and that would be a quick way to a fight."

"You know what though." Haruhi frowned. "I think they're up to something. They keep whispering about some 'operation'."

"Let all of Japan hope that it's a vasectomy for Hikaru." Kyoya smirked.

The music blared as Kyoya drove Haruhi home. She looked out the window at the dark sky and smiled at the night they had just had. They had lost all track of time talking about the host club and how everyone was doing. It was nice being able to talk to someone about it without hatred being in the conversation. Though Kyoya did not like Honey at the moment she doubted that he felt hatred.

Haruhi pulled at her T-shirt's collar as the car seemed rather warm. She looked over at Kyoya's countless dials to see if the air conditioner was on.

"Can you turn on the air?" Haruhi asked as the car got even warmer.

Kyoya nodded and turned a few dials.

Haruhi looked back out the window and saw that they were approaching her house. She grasped the seat as her stomach made a sudden lurch. She swallowed against the bile in her mouth and prayed they would get to her house in time because she really didn't want to throw up in this expensive car or in front of Kyoya.

Kyoya parked the car in front of Haruhi's apartment and turned to see Haruhi jerking the door open and running out of the car. Blinking in confusion, he watched as she ran up the steps and jam her key in the lock. He frowned when she left the door wide open. He turned off the car and headed up the stairs. After shutting the front door behind him, Kyoya headed toward the back of the apartment where he could hear someone emptying their stomach.

Kyoya leaned against the door frame as Haruhi kneeled in front of the toilet and threw up. Haruhi lifted her head up and made a pitiful groan.

"And that's why I rarely eat chicken out." Kyoya sighed.

Haruhi let out another groan and leaned her head against the cool porcelain. "What a waste," she moaned.

Kyoya pushed away from the door frame and sat next to the toilet while leaning against the tub. He patted her back hoping that maybe it would make her feel better.

Haruhi spit into the toilet. "You don't have to stay."

"I want to make sure you're okay," Kyoya said simply. Haruhi looked back at him in surprise and then gave him a weak smile. She used a piece of toilet paper to wipe off her mouth and then sat back next to Kyoya. Kyoya leaned forward and flushed the toilet.

"Thank you," Haruhi told him as he leaned back next to her.

"It didn't seem to help you." Kyoya frowned. "Maybe the movie would've been better."

"No, I meant for being nice." Haruhi turned and gave him a hug.

Kyoya patted her on the back. "You should get some rest."

Haruhi nodded.

"I'll redo this another night," Kyoya told her, "at a place of my choosing."

Haruhi nodded and looked up to give Kyoya a smile. Kyoya looked down into those chocolate eyes and leaned down to her, but she pulled away. Kyoya blinked in surprise.

"Sorry," Haruhi held a hand over her mouth. "You shouldn't get too close, my breath…"

Kyoya nodded.

Haruhi's stomach gurgled but this time it felt much lower. She grimaced as she realized that it wasn't about to come out of her mouth. She frowned and looked at Kyoya. "You should go."

Yeah, yeah. I know. I will try to post by Saturday. Hopefully sooner but the exams. I really should be studying right now XD
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