Title: Likewise
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Characters: Kyouya, Hikaru, Haruhi, mentioning of Fuyumi
Warnings: Slight violence, nothing too serious
Summary: Hikaru and Haruhi went to visit Kyouya and things went wrong between both men.
Punches were thrown randomly in the air, hoping that it would land on the face opposite. Curses and unkind words have been exchanged for the past fifteen minutes. Another punch almost landed on Hikaru's face but Haruhi managed to stop it by standing in between the two fighting men.
"That's enough Kyouya, stop this nonsense now!" Haruhi said angrily.
"He started it first," Kyouya pointed his finger at Hikaru.
Hikaru clenched his fist tightly, "Kyouya accused me of mistreating you!"
Haruhi glared at Hikaru, "And that implies to you too Hikaru. This is awfully childish,"
Haruhi turned to look at Kyouya and then at Hikaru.
"Look at yourselves! The both of you are bleeding!" she added.
True enough, both Hikaru and Kyouya have their share of cuts and bruises. The right lens of Kyouya's spectacles is cracked and a stream of blood drips down from his forehead to his chin. Hikaru on the other hand was rewarded with a bleeding nose and a cut near his left eye. It pained Haruhi's heart to see both men in this condition.
"Let's go Hikaru," Haruhi took Hikaru's hand and led them towards the door of the Ootori mansion.
"It was a mistake to come here," she muttered under her breath, loud enough for Kyouya to hear.
The both of them left quietly in their limousine, leaving a dumbfounded Kyouya standing in the middle of the living room. It is not everyday that you could see someone; especially a woman raise her voice at the great Kyouya Ootori. Only two women would dare to speak to Kyouya in such manner – Fuyumi, his older sister and Haruhi, the woman he could never have.
Haruhi should have been my wife… He thought. It was his greediness for power that caused him to loose Haruhi to Hikaru. He was after all, Kyouya Ootori who could never quench his thirst for power. He has his fair share of money, mansions, power, fame and women but not the one woman that strips him off his common sense everytime she speaks.
"That Hitachiin will pay for this…" He wiped off the stray blood that dripped into his eyes with the back of his palm.
"Ouch! That hurts!" Hikaru yelped as Haruhi gently wipe off the blood from Hikaru's nose with a wet cloth.
"Sit still and it would not hurt that much…" she said softly while she tended to the cut beside Hikaru's left eye as she patiently listens to Hikaru's ranting.
"The next time I see him, I will rip that every soul of his from his body…"
"You know…" Haruhi finally spoke.
"Oscar Wilde once said that we should always forgive our enemies; nothing annoys them so much. Forgive Kyouya for my sake…"
She bent forward and planted a kiss on Hikaru's lips before looking into his eyes.
"Please?"
"Alright…" he sighed.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that," she stood up with the medical box in her hands and walked towards the bathroom to keep it.
"Haruhi?" Hikaru called out.
Haruhi turned around and looked at him questioningly.
"I'm glad that I've married you…"
A smile formed on her lips upon hearing that, "Likewise Hikaru…. Likewise…"
A/N: This fic was totally unexpected. But I hope that you've enjoyed it! Comments are most welcomed. :)