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It's Just Good Business	By : Desert_Mango Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 13254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Six: “Lunchtime Testing”

Wallet, keys, school bag, lunch – check.

Haruhi checked each item off against a different finger on her hand, ensuring nothing was going to be forgotten. She was already running late this morning. Any further delays would be unwelcome.

“Phone.” She verbally added to her list, a frown pulling at the corners of her mouth as she eyed the empty apartment. Where was it? For a few short seconds she thought about leaving without it, but quickly dismissed the idea. “Sempai would worry himself sick if I wasn’t available to answer his every useless call and text.”

Taking a few moments that she couldn’t really spare, Haruhi searched all the usual places she kept the device; that frown displaying her disappointment at not finding it. Not having any more time to waste, she abandoned the search and gathered up her items for school. Tamaki would just have to get over it today.

She was half way to Ouran when the inner breast pocket of her school blazer beeped, indicating it had just received a text message. At least now she knew where her phone was. Shaking her head at herself for not remembering to check that pocket earlier, she removed her mobile and flipped it open to read.

We need to talk today. Lunch? – K.O.

She re-read the message to ensure her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her, than sighed heavily. Of all the people she’d been expecting to hear from, Kyoya was on the bottom of that list. Especially on a random Tuesday morning such as this.

Then another thought hit her that made her cringe. Nothing good ever came out of ‘we need to talk’. Had she done something to merit such a phrase? Immediately her mind started to play back every event since the fair, looking for something that would indicate the reason for Kyoya’s displeasure with her. Nothing jumped out as obvious. Instead of settling her, she found that thought only drove the rising panic further.

Well, there was only one way she was going to know what was going on.

With trembling fingers, she replied back with her acceptance to meet; now dreading her usually enjoyable lunch break.

*****

As hard as he tried, Kyoya found that he could not stay focused on the textbook in his hand. Haruhi’s reply from that morning had made him uneasy; the realization of what he was about to do filling him with ice cold dread.

It was the period before lunch, and his class had been given access to one of the school’s libraries to work on their end-of-term projects. Being in no mood to deal with Tamaki, Kyoya had selected a semi-secluded corner table to think and work undisturbed. Thankfully Tamaki did not push the issue, and left Kyoya to his own.

So, barricaded behind a wall of books and papers, Kyoya completely disregarded his assignment and focused on lunch.

He had not been lying when he’d told Haruhi she was a fascinating young woman, so many months ago. Out of all the Hosts, she was the one he understood the least. Perhaps that was due to the fact that she was always so honest and open; as odd of a reason as that sounded. Unlike the rest of the club’s members, she wasn’t working to some sort of a selfish hidden agenda.

For as much as she stated she didn’t enjoy being in the club, it was also very clear that she had no intentions of leaving it either. When he’d given her the news that Éclair had withdrawn her payment to cover the tomboy’s debt, the brunette had seemed almost relieved. It gave him the impression that she herself wanted to be the one to settle her debt; and not rely on someone else to cover it for her. Something he’d thought about for many hours since that conversation.

Setting the book down with a soft sigh, Kyoya reached up to remove his glasses. Already he had a headache, and he still needed to get through lunch. This was going to be a long day.

“Someone looks like they could use a good distraction…”

Recognizing that soft feminine voice as belonging to Princess Cassandra, Kyoya replaced his glasses with a faked smile. “That would depend on what we’re calling a distraction.”

Her honey coloured eyes sparkled almost playfully, as she materialized one of the club’s white envelopes into her hand. “This, perhaps?”

His eyes widened in surprise, quickly scanning the area around them to confirm they were not attracting any attention. It was an unspoken rule between the Hosts and their guests that those envelopes were not delivered outside the club room.

Thankfully no one had even noticed them, tucked away in their little corner; and Kyoya breathed a small sigh of relief. He reached for the envelope held between the girls' thumb and forefinger, wanting to get it out of sight as soon as possible; and frowned when she pulled it back almost teasingly.

“Nu-uh…” On her refined voice, such slang words sounded wrong; the sing-song tone not making it any better. “This is a special request.”

His polite upbringing kept him from moving to just snatch the item from her. He was even able to hide the irritation from seeping into his words. “Is that why it wouldn’t wait for regular Host Club hours?”

Cassandra’s mouth parted into an almost wolfish grin. “Of course. Isn’t that the point of a special request? They get special treatment?” The tip of her tongue danced over her parted lips, moistening them, and she handed him the envelope.

“Special treatment?” Kyoya questioned, breaking the seal to remove the paper within. His eyes skimmed over that neat, almost perfect writing, and he felt his mouth go dry.

She’d been rather descriptive in indicating what it was that she wanted – and who she wanted to do these things with. He now understood why she called this a special request; and was actually thankful it had not been delivered during their normal club activities. It was a desire that extended far beyond any of their pre-set packages. One that sent his mind slowly spinning with distracting visuals that he really didn’t need right now.

“I see.” He stated; voice slightly shaky. “That’s quite the special request.”

“Mmmhmmm.” Cassandra practically purred in reply. “When can I expect to hear back from you?”

There was no question of if he was even going to accept. They both already knew that answer.

Kyoya pondered her question a moment, mentally recalling his schedule for the next week. Things were looking pretty tight already; and he was yet to add Haruhi to the mix.

“I can’t give you a date right now.” He answered honestly. “But I assure you, it will be soon.”

Her lips pulled into a pout and she whimpered softly. “Very soon, I hope?”

With a quick nod, Kyoya slid the envelope into the inner breast pocket of his school blazer.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to wait.” Stated Cassandra, that grin falling back over her features. “Hopefully not too long though…” Stealing a quick glance around to confirm they still had not caught anyone’s attention, she leaned into him; lips practically brushing the shell of his ear with every whispered word. “I want to taste you again.”

He swallowed on a painfully dry throat, feeling the heat of his blush rush to his cheeks. There was heat in other places too, and he tried to ignore that. Dress pants were tight to begin with; but he found his to be almost impossibly tight right now. The only good thing about this was that he was sitting down and had the table to cover. He did not need her to see how effectively she’d been able to wind him up. He resisted the want to shift, and swallowed down his growl of frustration.

First lunch, now this. How the hell was he going to get through today?

*****

“Haruhi,” whined Hikaru playfully. “Why aren’t you taking lunch with us today? You always take lunch with us.”

“Not always.” Muttered Haruhi, before sighing to face the whiny twins. “I’ve already answered that. I’m having lunch with someone else today.”

She was beginning to regret that she’d allowed them to accompany her on her walk to meet Kyoya. Well, perhaps allowed was the wrong word. They’d pestered her in their usual fashion until she’d reluctantly agreed; purely to shut them up. Out of all the Host Club members, they were the ones who could still get on her nerves the most.

“Who?” Whined Hikaru again, his bottom lip dropping into a full pout.

They were standing outside the classroom of the 2A class. She figured that answer would have been obvious; but kept such thoughts to herself. Her mouth opened to speak, but a familiar and very whimsical – and loud – voice cut her off.

“Haruhi!” Exclaimed Tamaki, closing off the short distance of hallway between them; that idiotic grin plastered to his face. “I’m so glad that you’ve finally accepted my offer to take you for lunch!”

Haruhi’s shoulders slumped as her head fell forward. Of all the times… Why now?

“Uhh…” Came the usual unison of the brothers. “We don’t understand.”

“You’re having lunch-“ Kaoru paused, and Hikaru picked up. “With the boss today?”

“Of course!” Answered Tamaki, slipping an arm over Haruhi’s shoulders.

Figuring she’d at least try to get control of this potentially explosive situation, Haruhi sighed again and stepped away from Tamaki. “Actually, Sempai-“

“Haruhi’s having lunch with me today.”

Three pairs of eyes turned to the approaching Kyoya; looks of shock upon their faces. Choosing to ignore them, he stepped up to Haruhi, offering her a rather apologetic smile. “Sorry to keep you waiting. Shall we?”

“Please.” Agreed Haruhi, weary of the real reason behind his smile; but no longer wanting to be around the others. She did not like where things could go if they stayed any longer.

“Kyoya?” Questioned Kaoru, being the first to find his voice again. “Having lunch with Haruhi?”

“So it would seem.” Agreed the younger brother, watching the two in question as they walked away down the hallway.

“I don’t understand.” Complained Tamaki, his voice small and flat. “I wanted to have lunch with Haruhi today.”

*****

“Kyoya-sempai? About earlier, thank you.”

They were sitting under one of the small groups of trees that dotted Ouran’s grounds, relaxing in the shade the foliage had to offer. It had been Kyoya’s suggestion to dine outside, where they could talk without disturbance or interruption. Since lunch had been his idea in the first place, Haruhi had agreed with the suggestion for sunshine and peace.

With his head tipped back against the trunk of a tree and eyes closed behind those silver rims, Kyoya looked the most relaxed Haruhi had ever seen him. That ever-present black book lay over his outstretched legs, hands clasped almost protectively over it. There was no sign of a lunchbox, and when she’d questioned him earlier about it, he’d only shrugged and answered that lunch was not normally something he ate.

In response to her words, those orbs of black opened slowly, eyeing her with unmasked curiosity. “Thank you?”

In his relaxed state, the tone of his voice had changed. It was deeper, and softer. Pausing with chopsticks half-way to her mouth Haruhi felt a slow heat creep over her body in response to this change. Swallowing hard, and trying not to think about the reasons why, she nodded. “You rescued me.”

“Rescued?” An eyebrow rose as a smirk flirted with the corners of his mouth. “Interesting word choice, Haruhi.”

Hearing her given name on his new tone made Haruhi’s mouth go instantly dry, her breath catching in her throat a moment. There was something almost sinful, yet dangerous, about the way he spoke right now. An observation that suddenly made her very aware of the fact that she was completely alone with him right now.

Since their beach encounter, Haruhi and Kyoya had never been left alone together. It wasn’t anything the other club members actively did to keep the two attended to. It was more of an unspoken understanding between themselves.

So why now did he want to do lunch, just the two of them?

No longer desiring food, she replaced the lid on her lunchbox to keep the leftovers fresh, and laid her chopsticks across the top. Her stomach had started to churn, and she couldn’t trust herself to keep what she had eaten down.

“Done?” Kyoya questioned softly, watching her slowly nod her head in response. “Good. Let’s talk.”

Having spent the earlier part of the day pondering over every reason that she could think of to drive this conversation; Haruhi pushed out a heavy sigh and dropped her eyes to stare at her lunchbox.

“I don’t know what I’ve done to upset you Kyoya-sempai, but I’m sorry.” She did not see the surprised look on his face as she continued to talk. “Whatever it was, I’m sure I didn’t mean to do it. I don’t like upsetting you. You’re scary when you’re upset.”

It was clear to Kyoya that she was starting to ramble. Apologizing for something she hadn’t done, and admitting he scared her? Those were not normal things Haruhi did. Curious to where such ramblings had been spawned from he opened his mouth, only to be interrupted before he had a chance to speak.

“I’ll be deserving of whatever punishment you see fit for me; but please don’t take me out of the Host Club. I’ve thought about this all day, and without being a member there’s no way I’m going to be able to repay my debt-“

“Haruhi.” That low silky voice silenced her instantly, giving her the opportunity to realize all that she had just said. A dark red blush was quick to colour her nose and cheeks as he waited for him to fill this new-found silence.

Finally. Finally she’d stopped talking. He was still very unsure about what had brought on all of this; but now he at least understood how she thought this was going to end. Boy was she going to be surprised!

However, now that he’d silenced her ramblings, Kyoya didn’t know what to say. How did one even approach the topic that he needed to discuss? It was a question he’d been trying to answer since yesterday’s conversation with Tamaki.

Promptly deciding that the best approach was going to be the most direct, he unclasped his hands and reached for her. Sliding two fingers under her chin, he tipped her face to his, and dipped down to gently claim those slightly trembling lips.

Haruhi sat in stunned silence for the few short seconds the kiss lasted for. There had been enough time to know that Kyoya was definitely kissing her; but not enough to understand why. As he pulled back she regarded him with an unfiltered mix of shock and confusion; blinking stupidly until she trusted her voice to speak. “… Sempai? What was that?”

“A test.” Kyoya answered softly; unsure if he was doing the right thing, but feeling too far along to stop.

Haruhi frowned. “What were you testing?”

“Are.” Correctly Kyoya quickly. “The test is still in progress.”

Again he brought his lips to hers, this time applying more pressure; as though to entice a response from her. He could practically taste her hesitation, but did not pull away. There was no way for him to know how she was going to react, if he didn’t put his best effort in.

It took several good seconds before he could feel her relax. The fact that she had not pulled away either was intriguing, and he wondered how far he could take this. Slipping his tongue between his lips, he lightly ran the tip over her bottom lip.

Her eyes widened in surprise and she gasped sharply against him. Those same eyes fluttered shut as she allowed his tongue to slip past her teeth and into the heated moisture of her mouth.

Haruhi felt lost. Caught between freaking out that this was Kyoya she was kissing; and enjoying the way his tongue explored. Never before had she thought having someone else’s tongue in her mouth could be so pleasurable. Wanting to experience more, she timidly rubbed her tongue against his, earning herself a throaty groan.

Suddenly for Kyoya, this didn’t seem like a good idea anymore. He knew he was still wound up from his earlier encounter with Cassandra; and now Haruhi was starting to kiss him back. Unsure of how much more he could take right now he reluctantly closed their kiss, letting some much needed air fill his lungs.

“… Sempai?” Haruhi’s moist lips curled around that singular word, her soft tone clinging to it as though it were an anchor of sorts. “I don’t understand.”

With everything she had buzzing around in her brain right now, she figured it was best to be completely honest with him. After all, it wasn’t like kissing him had been an unpleasant experience. In fact, it had been quite enjoyable – if she overlooked who it was that she’d been kissing.

Choosing not to respond to her statement, Kyoya sighed softly and figured it was time to talk about the whole reason they were there in the first place. “Your client session on Monday; how are you intending to approach that?”

*****

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