They sat silently together in the car ride home, once again "pushed" together by Tamaki Suoh and his cohorts. Kyouya hadn't realized it yesterday but Tamaki had done that fairly often lately. Realizing his own feelings was one thing, but realizing that Tamaki had sensed it before he had was quite something else. Kyouya really didn't want to ponder about how much the rest of them knew... especially Haruhi.
Then again, only hours ago, she had kissed him good morning...
"I'm sorry about this morning, Kyouya-senpai." She was facing the little black window separating them from the driver, not in the mood to observe the scenery, while he was tapping away on his laptop. He didn't respond and Haruhi really couldn't bring himself to face him, so she elaborated. "I was walking through the hall because there was a thunderstorm, and I heard you toss around in your bed. Hence why I came into your room. I'm sorry if I surprised you." She sighed a little, glad that she didn't have to admit how spoiled she had gotten. Every time there had been a thunderstorm, either she'd be with one of them or they would call to make sure she was alright. It had amused her at first. Then she'd grown to appreciate it. Now it seemed she was dependant on it.
Her hands were tightly clutched together in her lap, the only thing revealing how nervous she was. Once again Kyouya doubted about the best course to take. It pained him to know that she was feeling unsure. It pained him even more because he wasn't sure if he could lift it. He sighed out loud and closed his laptop, the sound causing Haruhi to turn to him. "I was surprised," he admitted dryly, "but it wasn't a bad surprise." Her eyes widened and the corners of her mouth turned up. She nodded at him and turned her head to look outside, a feeling of contentment rushing over him. He smiled at the back of her head, opening his laptop again and tapping away.
His concentration failed him almost immediately, though. He felt like his heart was liquid – filled with love, flooding at the sight of her, at her smile, her laugh, the brightness in her eyes, and all that other mushy gooey crap he'd heard Tamaki say. Something had changed and it wasn't ever changing back. Kyouya felt his natural instincts fighting it, knowing that if he allowed it all to wash over him, he'd lose control. It's a kind of craziness; he realized suddenly, the type of craziness that wants to own a person while knowing that you can never ever own another human being. That was what made it hard for him to admit it. He sighed and tried to focus on his work again, ignoring both heart and mind as best as he could, thinking; "Let them fight it out themselves."
She wondered if he thought the apology had included the kiss. He hadn't apologized about it to her. So she wasn't about to apologize about her kiss to him. Idly she rested her forehead against the window, happily pressing her warm skin against the cold glass. Things had changed a lot between them the past three weeks. It felt like the evolution she'd made with all of the hosts during the past year was nothing compared to the rush of emotions of the past weeks. Liking and loving was such a difference, Haruhi had never known. She inhaled deeply and turned to him, only to find him staring at her in return.
"Kyouya-senpai?" She inquired softy. He, in turn, inhaled deeply, his eyes steadily staring into hers. "I really like you, Haruhi." It was more of a statement than a confession. Still, she nodded with a smile, "I love you too, Kyouya." His eyes widened at how readily she had admitted it, but he couldn't stop his hand from reaching for hers. Easily she slipped her tiny hand in his, grasping it tightly. "I might not be able to stay with you forever." His voice sounded unsure, and Haruhi hid a smile, knowing that he was serious about his concern. "I know. Don't worry about it." He wanted to say something more, but she had told him not to worry about it. So he wouldn't. If he did have to leave her, Kyouya thought, she'd move on, simple as that. His own heart was in more trouble. He returned her gentle smile with one of his own, shrugging a little and turning back to his computer screen. "Very well then."
Authors' notes: THE END! Finally. X"D You guys have no idea how much I struggled over that last paragraph, seriously. I rewrote it about a dozen times, and I'm still not liking it much. But at least now it holds enough of Kyouya's "meh" attitude to be truthful.
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