A.N. Sequel to 'Unknown Romance' because I got great reviews asking for more but I also got a really great review from TooSweet4Words asking to keep it the way it was, so now I'm accomodating both. hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: this will be the only time I say it, me no own Ouran High School Host club or it's members and guests.
"Bye, bye Haruhi!" the combined voices of the Hitachiin twins floated through the room as the brothers walked out the club door arm in arm.
Haruhi sighed as she tried in vain to concentrate on the math homework that was laid out on the table in front of her. Honestly, when was Trigonometry ever gonna be of any use to a future lawyer?
Giving up she stared blankly at the numbers looming before her, thinking to the handsome man on the other side of the room. She imagined him holding her, keeping her safe from the cold, whispering in her ear, kissing her, touching her, making her feel –
"Haruhi." The girl, startled out of her daydream, looked quickly up at Kyouya. "Yes Sempai?"
"Are you not going to go home, Haruhi? It's getting late." Looking at the clock she shrieked, the twins had left two hours ago! "Oh my gosh, when did it get so late? Father will be home soon and I won't be able to get home and make dinner fast enough. Oh what will I do?" she shoved her books into her bag and started for the door, oblivious to the boy trying hard to take her attention from her rant.
"I need to go shopping."
"Haruhi."
"I need to start the laundry"
"Haruhi."
"I need to clean the kitchen."
"Haruhi."
"I need to get home!"
"Haruhi!"
She blinked… "Yes Kyouya-sempai?"
"I am trying to offer you a ride home, Haruhi, I can get you there n a matter of minutes if you'd like." He gave her a smile, a rare and true smile that he saved just for her.
Haruhi stared at him; Kyouya really did like to be nice didn't he. "That would be wonderful, Sempai, if you wouldn't mind it."
Kyouya shook his head "Not at all, I need to go in that direction anyways to pick up some supplies for tomorrows activity. If you'll just come with me to the garage, we can be on our way."
Nodding slightly she fallowed the older boy out the door. Walking behind him, she noticed just how good he smelled. She'd noticed it before, of course, but it always caught her by surprise and made her long to stand close to him. It was strong and masculine, yet comforting all the same, like the forest in springtime. She was lost in his sent, blindly fallowing him through the twists and turns of the High School building and grounds. Suddenly she slammed into a hard surface.
Were they there already? Looking up she the first thing she noticed was that the smell of Kyouya had gotten stronger. The second thing she noticed was how tall and well-built Kyouya was. The third thing she noticed was that she was still leaning on him and he had yet to say a thing.
She bolted back, a light pink blush staining her features. They were standing in front of the side door to the parking garage of the school. Kyouya reached out and opened the door, continuing on as if he hadn't almost kissed a freshman in the middle of the school.
Walking through the garage was like walking through a car show, everything was expensive. There were antiques, brand new models, and models that hadn't even been released yet. Every car was sleek, newly waxed, in perfect condition with not a speck of dirt on them. It was a car collectors dream.
But Kyouya walked past all the newest and fastest cars, past all the refurbished and perfect running antiques, and straight to the end of the garage where there was parked one lone, really clean, wine red, 07, Shadow Spirit 750 (VT750C2) motorcycle.
Haruhi stared dumbfounded as Kyouya handed her a helmet and climbed on the bike.
Pushing the key into the ignition, Kyouya looked back at her. "Well, I can't take you home if you don't get on." She smiled, placing the helmet on her head and climbing up behind him.
The engine revved and she put her arms around him, breathing in his relaxing scent once more, and they were off.
It was exhilarating. They flew down the streets, clothes ruffling behind them and signs becoming a blur.
It seemed a mere seconds later that they were pulling up and parking in front of Haruhi's apartment building. She slid down; disappointed that it was over so quickly.
Pulling the helmet off her head, she smiled at Kyouya, "I didn't know you had a motorcycle." Actually, she hadn't even known he ever drove anywhere by himself, she'd figured he'd always used a driver and a family car.
He took the helmet and leaned down, so his mouth was next to her ear. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Haruhi." She shuddered as his breath fluttered across her ear and he pulled back.
He strapped the helmet to the back seat of hi bike and was gone. Sighing she went inside to prepare dinner for her father.
Riding down the street, Kyouya made a plan. He would have Haruhi Fujioka even if it cost him every thing he had, even if it cost him Tamaki.