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The Unexpected
“Hello, Fujioka Haruhi, correct me if I’m wrong. Nice to meet you.” Kyoya held out his hand and gave a business smile.
“H…h..hi! Hajimi-mashite ky… kyoya san.” Haruhi stuttered nervously.
Tamaki slowly draped his arm over Haruhi’s shoulder and pulled her closer to him. Haruhi felt the light tug of Tamaki’s hand and took a step back. Kyoya stood quietly and observed with amazement in the intimacy of this new girl with his best friend, and proceeded to take one step forward.
“Haruhi, you can just call me Kyoya-kun. Or Kyoya, if you’d prefer.” Kyoya suggested as he stared deep into her eyes.
“uh….. Kyoya-kun would be fine. Um… class is starting now. I guess we better get back in our seats.” Haruhi stumbed through her words while ducking under Tamaki’s arm and escaping from the two tall boys.
As Haruhi rushed to her seat hurriedly, she stole a breath of relief that she could finally leave. Standing together with those two boys was extremely uncomfortable. Not that she didn’t like being with them, but the tension and awkwardness that builds up between them is unbearable. Adding to the fact that almost all the girls in the classroom were glaring at them like a vulture looking at its prey. She never knew how popular the two of them were.
“I guess pretty boys are always the center of attention after all…” sighed Haruhi as she took out the books from her sack.
She began to wonder if she would fit in after all the commotion about Tamaki and Kyoya, and the fact that she actually came in the room with one of the gorgeous boys and became the center of their attention while the girls were shoved aside. She always had troubles getting along with girls. It seemed to be a natural trait that she would attract all the boys; after all, she is also very smart. The girls just don’t seem to like her much; they are more like, jealous of her, if she had to be honest. She never had troubles getting along with guys. They all liked her, yet she didn’t know why. But all the guys know, Haruhi is a natural beauty that many of them would fight over their lives of her. As she was wondering about random thoughts, time trickled by and the bell has rung, signaling the end of class.
“So! Haruhi, what do you think of the first class?” Tamaki exclaimed as he hopped over to her desk seconds after the bell has rung.
“Tamaki! Stop harassing Haruhi. She’s had enough tension today. Come Haruhi, I’l take you to the cafeteria. Leave that fool alone.” Kyoya said coolly and took Haruhi out of the classroom by the hand.
“Kyoya-kun! You can’t just….! Tamaki-kun!” Haruhi called before she was dragged off by Kyoya.
At that moment, the whole room froze with anxiety as they watched the dramatic scene of Kyoya dragging Haruhi off by force. Nobody has ever seen Kyoya being so intimate with a girl, least of all holding hands. The shadow prince was always cool and calm. Although he was always gentlemanly with the girls, he kept his distance. Like a magnificent shadow, it is forever so close to you; yet you can never hold onto it.
They continued walking until they turned what seemed like millions of turns and descended thousand flights of stairs. The corridor is empty, a blank slab of chocolate marble, yet casted with magnificent shades of light from the glass stained windows. The shades of light danced across the smooth marble surface as they slowly trodded down the hallway. As the wind blew, small pieces of leaves and petals slid through the crevices of the window and floated gently across the breezy air. At the end of the corridor stood the room: the third music room where the delightful memories of piano and Tamaki dwindled within. Kyoya took a turn and entered the room, slamming and bolting the door shut behind him. The huge noise of the bolt smacked Haruhi on the head and she finally realized: Kyoya was still holding her hand.
“Kyoya-kun! You shouldn’t have dragged me out like that! Now the whole room will hate me, especially the girls! Do you have no common sense? Do you not understand how much I want to make friends in this school?” Haruhi flung Kyoya’s hand off hers and screamed at him.
So she raised her fist high and punched towards his face. But Kyoya’s fast reflexes caught Haruhi’s delicate hands in his own and backed her against the wall. He used his other hand to pick up her other hand and held them high up against the wall by their wrists with one hand. He slid one of his legs between hers and pulled her left leg up around his waist; in that motion, he pulled Haruhi up and seated her legs opened and close against his crotch.
Then, he leaned in.
“H…h..hi! Hajimi-mashite ky… kyoya san.” Haruhi stuttered nervously.
Tamaki slowly draped his arm over Haruhi’s shoulder and pulled her closer to him. Haruhi felt the light tug of Tamaki’s hand and took a step back. Kyoya stood quietly and observed with amazement in the intimacy of this new girl with his best friend, and proceeded to take one step forward.
“Haruhi, you can just call me Kyoya-kun. Or Kyoya, if you’d prefer.” Kyoya suggested as he stared deep into her eyes.
“uh….. Kyoya-kun would be fine. Um… class is starting now. I guess we better get back in our seats.” Haruhi stumbed through her words while ducking under Tamaki’s arm and escaping from the two tall boys.
As Haruhi rushed to her seat hurriedly, she stole a breath of relief that she could finally leave. Standing together with those two boys was extremely uncomfortable. Not that she didn’t like being with them, but the tension and awkwardness that builds up between them is unbearable. Adding to the fact that almost all the girls in the classroom were glaring at them like a vulture looking at its prey. She never knew how popular the two of them were.
“I guess pretty boys are always the center of attention after all…” sighed Haruhi as she took out the books from her sack.
She began to wonder if she would fit in after all the commotion about Tamaki and Kyoya, and the fact that she actually came in the room with one of the gorgeous boys and became the center of their attention while the girls were shoved aside. She always had troubles getting along with girls. It seemed to be a natural trait that she would attract all the boys; after all, she is also very smart. The girls just don’t seem to like her much; they are more like, jealous of her, if she had to be honest. She never had troubles getting along with guys. They all liked her, yet she didn’t know why. But all the guys know, Haruhi is a natural beauty that many of them would fight over their lives of her. As she was wondering about random thoughts, time trickled by and the bell has rung, signaling the end of class.
“So! Haruhi, what do you think of the first class?” Tamaki exclaimed as he hopped over to her desk seconds after the bell has rung.
“Tamaki! Stop harassing Haruhi. She’s had enough tension today. Come Haruhi, I’l take you to the cafeteria. Leave that fool alone.” Kyoya said coolly and took Haruhi out of the classroom by the hand.
“Kyoya-kun! You can’t just….! Tamaki-kun!” Haruhi called before she was dragged off by Kyoya.
At that moment, the whole room froze with anxiety as they watched the dramatic scene of Kyoya dragging Haruhi off by force. Nobody has ever seen Kyoya being so intimate with a girl, least of all holding hands. The shadow prince was always cool and calm. Although he was always gentlemanly with the girls, he kept his distance. Like a magnificent shadow, it is forever so close to you; yet you can never hold onto it.
They continued walking until they turned what seemed like millions of turns and descended thousand flights of stairs. The corridor is empty, a blank slab of chocolate marble, yet casted with magnificent shades of light from the glass stained windows. The shades of light danced across the smooth marble surface as they slowly trodded down the hallway. As the wind blew, small pieces of leaves and petals slid through the crevices of the window and floated gently across the breezy air. At the end of the corridor stood the room: the third music room where the delightful memories of piano and Tamaki dwindled within. Kyoya took a turn and entered the room, slamming and bolting the door shut behind him. The huge noise of the bolt smacked Haruhi on the head and she finally realized: Kyoya was still holding her hand.
“Kyoya-kun! You shouldn’t have dragged me out like that! Now the whole room will hate me, especially the girls! Do you have no common sense? Do you not understand how much I want to make friends in this school?” Haruhi flung Kyoya’s hand off hers and screamed at him.
So she raised her fist high and punched towards his face. But Kyoya’s fast reflexes caught Haruhi’s delicate hands in his own and backed her against the wall. He used his other hand to pick up her other hand and held them high up against the wall by their wrists with one hand. He slid one of his legs between hers and pulled her left leg up around his waist; in that motion, he pulled Haruhi up and seated her legs opened and close against his crotch.
Then, he leaned in.