An Overlap of Coincidence
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Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
8
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10
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I do not own Ouran; Bisco Hatori has that owner. Nor do I own its characters. Or make any money from writing this fiction. It's all borrowing for the sake of a good story.
Part Five
a/n: So, so, so sorry for the wait, guys. I've had major computer trouble, as in my laptop has DIED. I'm presently working on my mother's until I can afford a new one. Or afford to get mine fixed. So in the meantime, updates aren't going to be as frequent. I don't know when I'll be able to get another.... April perhaps? It's up in the air at this point since I'm sorta between jobs...
Anyway, the next update will be sometime during March, I don't know when exactly. Just keep an eye out for it. I hope you enjoy the chapter!
Special thanks to Kuromei and Pixi for reviewing this! I’m always glad to know who’s enjoying my stories!
Enjoy the chapter!
An Overlap of Coincidence
Part Five
Kyouya had always appreciated silence. It was necessary for calculation and contemplation. It was the perfect breeding ground for plans and plots. He enjoyed the quiet because it was entirely different from the noise and bustle of the host club.
The bench was hard, nothing more than carved stone with elaborate fantasy scenes etched into the pale grey. Kyouya sat on it because it was the only seat to be found in the garden that didn't involve the grass or anything similar. He was surrounded by the light scent of gardenias and jasmine. And somewhere beyond his sight, a small, likely artificial brook babbled.
His eyes were glued to the pages in front of him, flipping through careful notation after notation, scanning again and again his own writing. His own words. This particular notebook, smaller than the rest and easily concealed, contained every observation he had ever recorded about his fellow club members. Down to the tiniest and seemingly insignificant detail.
But no matter how many times Kyouya looked them over or how many times he compared each calculation, he couldn't come to the conclusion reality had given him. It was Mori-senpai. Mori-senpai was his admirer. Mori-senpai liked him… for lack of a word that didn't sound middle-school and juvenile.
Kyouya didn't understand. He hadn't seen this coming. Nothing in Mori-senpai's behavior could have led him to this belief. Nothing except for the kiss.
His free hand lifted, fingers brushing across his lips. Despite the heavy aroma of flowers in the air, Kyouya swore he could still catch a hint of the wild and woodsy scent that clung to the older student. And every time he thought of the chaste press of mouths, something in his belly flip-flopped. A heat stole across his cheeks.
Kyouya wasn't ignorant. He knew what those responses meant. Even more than he understood what Mori-senpai's kiss meant. What he didn't get was why? Why him? Why hadn't he seen it coming? What the hell was he supposed to do now?
Useless. All of it.
With a disgusted snort, Kyouya snapped the notebook shut and let it drop, falling in a crumpled mess to the cobbled walkway below his slippered feet. The robe he wore was thick and comfortable. Enough that he could stand the night air without feeling chilled. It was late, dark enough that he should probably be thinking about going to sleep. But Kyouya's mind refused to settle. It continued to drift, leaping back and forth from one topic to the next.
Mori-senpai had kissed him.
No matter how much Kyouya tried to turn his thoughts to something – anything – else the more they shifted back to that warm kiss.
“Kyouya-senpai?”
He startled at the voice that broke through his musings. However softly it might have crept into the dark. Kyouya turned, spying Haruhi on the path, worry present in her brown eyes.
Kyouya straightened and shoved his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “I'm surprised Tamaki is letting you wander around without supervision.”
She shrugged. “I snuck out.” The edge of a bony collarbone was visible as her robe slipped to the side. Haruhi nonchalantly fixed it.
“Like a daughter slipping into the night after curfew,” Kyouya commented. And he shared a secret, knowing smile with Haruhi.
He supposed the fact that it wasn't her didn't bother Kyouya too much. He did enjoy her friendship, the common sense that she added to their club. Even without romance, he would’ve been glad to have met her.
Romance.
Kyouya hadn't thought about it until that moment, but he supposed that was where the kiss was heading. Romance. Kyouya hadn't been looking for it, but it had found him anyway. And it was nothing like the flowery, empty sparkles that Tamaki loudly praised.
“I suppose,” Haruhi agreed with a chuckle and clasped her hands together behind her back. Her eyes flickered to the ground and the abandoned notebook at his feet. “I didn't take you for one to relax in a garden, senpai.”
Kyouya lifted his shoulders. “Peace and quiet is difficult to find amongst the club,” he explained though it was more of a diversion.
“How true.” Haruhi hummed agreeably, and she looked at him again. “You know, Kyouya-senpai, not everything can be solved with an equation. And there are questions in the world that still haven't been answered.”
Kyouya blinked slowly. “I'm not sure I follow,” he said in a careful tone.
Sighing, the young woman moved to sit beside him. “You're looking for facts and formulas to solve a question that can't be answered by them,” Haruhi explained, a sweet-smelling wind rising and ruffling the strands of her hair. “You should be looking somewhere else instead.”
Kyouya wanted to ask her what she thought she knew. But Haruhi had always been more perceptive when it came to such things than anyone else. She was the first to notice the truth of his mask. And how much he cared for Tamaki. Even if Kyouya never said the words aloud. She was always noticing the little things. Though she rarely acknowledged them aloud.
And Kyouya strongly suspected that she already knew of Mori-senpai's attraction.
“Somewhere else?” Kyouya repeated, not caring what he had all but admitted.
Haruhi's foot nudged his abandoned notebook. “You should ask yourself if you like Mori-senpai before you worry about anything else. The why and how should be the least of your concerns, senpai.”
Kyouya digested her words. His gaze slid away as he stared at a flowering bush, swaying in the breeze. Somewhere beyond them, he heard scattered laughter from a nearby outdoor spring.
Strange how he had mentally questioned himself as to his feelings for Tamaki. Yet when it came to Mori-senpai, he had only worried about the reasoning behind the kiss.
Haruhi rose to her feet, tucking her bangs behind her ears. “Don't stay out here too long. What would happen to the club if our Shadow King got sick, ne?”
“I think it would survive.”
“Hmm. Perhaps.” Haruhi shrugged and stepped onto the path, heading back through the garden.
Kyouya watched her go contemplatively. Her words rang through his thought processes and dismissing all the questions and theories he had held as important.
All but one. There was at least one wondering that could be answered with any certainty. Apparently, Mori-senpai could see someone beyond Honey-senpai.
Who would have ever guessed that someone would be Kyouya?
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a/n: On to the next chapter!
Anyway, the next update will be sometime during March, I don't know when exactly. Just keep an eye out for it. I hope you enjoy the chapter!
Special thanks to Kuromei and Pixi for reviewing this! I’m always glad to know who’s enjoying my stories!
Enjoy the chapter!
Part Five
Kyouya had always appreciated silence. It was necessary for calculation and contemplation. It was the perfect breeding ground for plans and plots. He enjoyed the quiet because it was entirely different from the noise and bustle of the host club.
The bench was hard, nothing more than carved stone with elaborate fantasy scenes etched into the pale grey. Kyouya sat on it because it was the only seat to be found in the garden that didn't involve the grass or anything similar. He was surrounded by the light scent of gardenias and jasmine. And somewhere beyond his sight, a small, likely artificial brook babbled.
His eyes were glued to the pages in front of him, flipping through careful notation after notation, scanning again and again his own writing. His own words. This particular notebook, smaller than the rest and easily concealed, contained every observation he had ever recorded about his fellow club members. Down to the tiniest and seemingly insignificant detail.
But no matter how many times Kyouya looked them over or how many times he compared each calculation, he couldn't come to the conclusion reality had given him. It was Mori-senpai. Mori-senpai was his admirer. Mori-senpai liked him… for lack of a word that didn't sound middle-school and juvenile.
Kyouya didn't understand. He hadn't seen this coming. Nothing in Mori-senpai's behavior could have led him to this belief. Nothing except for the kiss.
His free hand lifted, fingers brushing across his lips. Despite the heavy aroma of flowers in the air, Kyouya swore he could still catch a hint of the wild and woodsy scent that clung to the older student. And every time he thought of the chaste press of mouths, something in his belly flip-flopped. A heat stole across his cheeks.
Kyouya wasn't ignorant. He knew what those responses meant. Even more than he understood what Mori-senpai's kiss meant. What he didn't get was why? Why him? Why hadn't he seen it coming? What the hell was he supposed to do now?
Useless. All of it.
With a disgusted snort, Kyouya snapped the notebook shut and let it drop, falling in a crumpled mess to the cobbled walkway below his slippered feet. The robe he wore was thick and comfortable. Enough that he could stand the night air without feeling chilled. It was late, dark enough that he should probably be thinking about going to sleep. But Kyouya's mind refused to settle. It continued to drift, leaping back and forth from one topic to the next.
Mori-senpai had kissed him.
No matter how much Kyouya tried to turn his thoughts to something – anything – else the more they shifted back to that warm kiss.
“Kyouya-senpai?”
He startled at the voice that broke through his musings. However softly it might have crept into the dark. Kyouya turned, spying Haruhi on the path, worry present in her brown eyes.
Kyouya straightened and shoved his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “I'm surprised Tamaki is letting you wander around without supervision.”
She shrugged. “I snuck out.” The edge of a bony collarbone was visible as her robe slipped to the side. Haruhi nonchalantly fixed it.
“Like a daughter slipping into the night after curfew,” Kyouya commented. And he shared a secret, knowing smile with Haruhi.
He supposed the fact that it wasn't her didn't bother Kyouya too much. He did enjoy her friendship, the common sense that she added to their club. Even without romance, he would’ve been glad to have met her.
Romance.
Kyouya hadn't thought about it until that moment, but he supposed that was where the kiss was heading. Romance. Kyouya hadn't been looking for it, but it had found him anyway. And it was nothing like the flowery, empty sparkles that Tamaki loudly praised.
“I suppose,” Haruhi agreed with a chuckle and clasped her hands together behind her back. Her eyes flickered to the ground and the abandoned notebook at his feet. “I didn't take you for one to relax in a garden, senpai.”
Kyouya lifted his shoulders. “Peace and quiet is difficult to find amongst the club,” he explained though it was more of a diversion.
“How true.” Haruhi hummed agreeably, and she looked at him again. “You know, Kyouya-senpai, not everything can be solved with an equation. And there are questions in the world that still haven't been answered.”
Kyouya blinked slowly. “I'm not sure I follow,” he said in a careful tone.
Sighing, the young woman moved to sit beside him. “You're looking for facts and formulas to solve a question that can't be answered by them,” Haruhi explained, a sweet-smelling wind rising and ruffling the strands of her hair. “You should be looking somewhere else instead.”
Kyouya wanted to ask her what she thought she knew. But Haruhi had always been more perceptive when it came to such things than anyone else. She was the first to notice the truth of his mask. And how much he cared for Tamaki. Even if Kyouya never said the words aloud. She was always noticing the little things. Though she rarely acknowledged them aloud.
And Kyouya strongly suspected that she already knew of Mori-senpai's attraction.
“Somewhere else?” Kyouya repeated, not caring what he had all but admitted.
Haruhi's foot nudged his abandoned notebook. “You should ask yourself if you like Mori-senpai before you worry about anything else. The why and how should be the least of your concerns, senpai.”
Kyouya digested her words. His gaze slid away as he stared at a flowering bush, swaying in the breeze. Somewhere beyond them, he heard scattered laughter from a nearby outdoor spring.
Strange how he had mentally questioned himself as to his feelings for Tamaki. Yet when it came to Mori-senpai, he had only worried about the reasoning behind the kiss.
Haruhi rose to her feet, tucking her bangs behind her ears. “Don't stay out here too long. What would happen to the club if our Shadow King got sick, ne?”
“I think it would survive.”
“Hmm. Perhaps.” Haruhi shrugged and stepped onto the path, heading back through the garden.
Kyouya watched her go contemplatively. Her words rang through his thought processes and dismissing all the questions and theories he had held as important.
All but one. There was at least one wondering that could be answered with any certainty. Apparently, Mori-senpai could see someone beyond Honey-senpai.
Who would have ever guessed that someone would be Kyouya?
a/n: On to the next chapter!