Author's notes: I started writing this sequel/second chapter right after I finished kidnapped, and really of the first scene. However, other things I was writing quickly replaced it and it was put on the backbench. After reading chapter 63 of Ouran I felt obliged to dig this up and finish it. I hope you enjoy.
Thank you to all who reviewed the first part of Kidnapped, I really appreciate all feedback.
Dedicated to Demi-kun, for bullying me, putting up with me, bullying me, being friendly, bullying me…and…um…in thanks for the random conversations we have! One day I will find a way to get a crumpet to you. But for now, accept a story dedication :) Sorry my writing can't be quite as good as yours :P
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Kidnapped Part 2
A silence fell over the room.
"Is that it then?" asked Hunny curiously. "Is that the happily ever after?"
"I…I suppose so," Hikaru conceded.
"Well then, what's so incredibly desperate?" Kyoya asked casually. He had let Tamaki suffer in prolonged silence for a good ten minutes before giving his friend the cue to begin. He was having too much fun not to drag things out, after all.
They were walking around Ouran's grounds. Alone the fact that a school with such vast gardens could exist within Tokyo showed its wealth. The city was well known for being urban, and such an expanse of open space was rare. Any normal school would have sold off the land to pay for improvements to the building, what with it being prime building land. This school, however, could afford such luxury.
"I…well…it's like this…I…" Kyoya grinned at his friend's discomfort. The King of the Host Club lost for words? Only Haruhi could achieve such a feat, and without even trying, at that.
The blond gathered his wits and with a forced casual voice asked, "Kyoya, do you ever feel like kissing Haruhi?"
Well, the question took the Shadow King aback. He was an enigma, Tamaki Souh, almost as much of an enigma as the commoner that was causing such excitement in their club. The two people who could not be counted and calculated were the two who were most oblivious. How was it that such slow people could always foil his well-laid plans and knock down his defences?
"I wouldn't say so, no, Tamaki," said Kyoya, and of course he hid all surprise perfectly. "That is an unusual question. Did you think I may have had a romantic interest in our commoner friend?"
Of course you didn't, Kyoya answered his own question silently. You're just trying to hide behind this ridiculous 'father' charade once more. If 'mother' loves their daughter too, then you're perfectly justified in your feelings. Well, letting you hide isn't part of my plan, dear friend.
"No…Kyoya?" The blonde looked desperate; his violet eyes were wide. He was begging Kyoya for an answer, the answer. He was looking at his friend as if he were holding the secret to eternal life, or else knew the location to a lost favourite toy.
"Is it wrong? Is it wrong that I want to kiss her? When she speaks to me, my heart sings. When another man looks at her, I'm filled with rage. She's in my dreams, and in my thoughts, and in my head like no one else has ever been before. I think about her always and when she isn't by my side I only want to find her. Kyoya, what's wrong with me?"
Kyoya studied his friend for a second. Love sick fool.
"There's nothing wrong with you, Tamaki," Kyoya attempted to explain. "Think about it carefully: why might you feel these things for Haruhi?"
When Tamaki turned to face Kyoya he looked genuinely afraid. "Am I a bad father, Kyoya?" Tamaki asked seriously.
Kyoya sighed in frustration, tired of Tamaki's idiocy. "You are not her father, Tamaki. Ranka-san is her father. You are her senpai, her friend. And there is nothing wrong with falling in love with her, your friend."
"In love?" Tamaki asked, his eyes lighting up.
"Yes, Tamaki: you're in love with her, and you're the only one who can't see it."
"She's not my daughter," Tamaki arranged his thoughts out loud. "But I love her…I love a girl, but not as a daughter. I am in love with her?"
"Yes," Kyoya repeated, growing irritated.
Tamaki twisted his hands together in frustration, trying to understand Kyoya's words. Kyoya simply grew steadily more annoyed.
Eventually the Host Club King turned to gaze at his vice president, his eyes wide with revelation and panic. "What do I do, Kyoya?"
Kyoya smiled bitterly. "My first step, Tamaki, would be to tell her."
Haruhi had the shopping basket draped over one arm, the list of items required in her free hand.
"Meat," she read aloud, mentally ticking off each item as her eyes moved down the list. "Rice. Milk. Flour. Eggs. Tea. Sugar."
A shopping basket was substantial when you were only shopping for two. There never were enough items on Haruhi's shopping list to fill a supermarket trolley. "And thank goodness for that," Haruhi had told Tamaki one time, when he demanded to know why she wasn't using 'such an amazing contraption'. "Too deep to easily lift the milk from the bottom without hurting your arms and too easy to loose when you go in search of items along other isles. They don't fit between people and they steer like a pig."
But Tamaki the idiot wasn't there to bother her today. No, Haruhi was alone with her list, her basket and her thoughts. Thoughts that kept straying to said idiot.
Shaking her head to clear it Haruhi returned to her list. "Toothpaste. I need toothpaste."
As she moved between the isles Haruhi felt the familiar sensation of being watched. Casually, so as not to be noticed, she hid the fact that she was looking for her father among the other shoppers. He'd done this many times before, but not since she'd started high school. Ranka was growing gradually happier with the concept of Haruhi being independent.
So it wasn't a great surprise that Haruhi didn't find Ranka in the crowd, but what did shock her was who she did discover following her.
"Tamaki-senpai, what are you doing?" she demanded, placing her hand on her hip.
Taken aback at being discovered following Haruhi, Tamaki stumbled over his weak explanation. "Um, I'm, just…grocery shopping. Yeah: grocery shopping. I'm trying a new experience!"
Haruhi tilted her head to one side. "We went grocery shopping last month, senpai. You ticked it off on your list, I remember."
Tamaki froze. "So…so I did. I lost my list, you see, and I forgot about that one so I thought…" he trailed off, mumbling.
Haruhi silently cursed Kyoya and his meddling ways as she considered the nervous Tamaki before her. She didn't have a doubt that it was Kyoya who had sent the idiot straight after her, when she clearly hadn't had nearly enough time alone with her jumbled thoughts since Tamaki's eyes had been unveiled.
"Well, since you're here, I suppose you can help carry the basket," Haruhi conceded. "Just don't get lost or cause any trouble, okay?"
Tamaki nodded, nearly dropping the groceries in his eagerness to take the basket from her.
Trudging towards the cosmetics isle with the club president in toe Haruhi concentrated with all her might on finding the cheapest possible toothpaste. If her mind were occupied, she wouldn't have to think about the boy following her.
As she stretched out her hand to pluck the tube off the shelf Tamaki's voice broke through Haruhi's concentration. She retracted her hand and turned to look at him. He was rubbing the back of his head awkwardly as he spoke. "About Hunny-senpai and I: it's just friendship. There's no romantic relationship at all."
Haruhi smiled slightly at his words: he must be stupid, to feel the need to explain that to anyone. "I know that, Tamaki-senpai. What the twins talked about earlier was just a story, a game." Unfortunately, what Kyoya talked about seemed all too real, she added mentally.
"Yes, I know," he agreed readily. "But I was thinking that some of it could come true, if we wanted it to. Kyoya thinks so too."
Haruhi's suspicions about the Shadow King's involvement were true. Tamaki had talked to his best friend after she'd left, and so there was no longer any hope that Tamaki wouldn't know what he was talking about…unless he really was that much of an idiot, which Haruhi did doubt.
"I don't think it could come true, Tamaki," she replied. Not that I wouldn't want it to, she thought. And then, where did that come from? "After all, we couldn't really find any zombies," she joked, trying to make light of the situation. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest as she waited for his answer. Why can't it just go back to the way it was last week? she asked no one.
"Nekozawa seemed fairly confident about the zombies, if you think you really need them," Tamaki pondered seriously to a bemused Haruhi. "But I don't really think Hunny-senpai will object, at least I hope not. And you don't have to kidnap me, although Kyoya managed to get the key to the fire escape that leads to the roof if you think you need to do that too." Tamaki smiled at her pleasantly. He looked smug, as though his explanation had just made perfect sense.
"Why would I kidnap you, senpai?" asked Haruhi after a long pause.
Tamaki looked at her with his warm, violet eyes whilst a simple, loving smile spread across his face. The pure love that shone just for her in his face made her wonder why she was trying to fight him. Who was in denial all this time? said a voice in her head that sounded suspiciously like Kyoya. I'm not sure it was only Tamaki, right, Haruhi?
"You'd kidnap me because we're in love of course," Tamaki told her breezily. He placed the toothpaste in the basket and made his way lazily towards the check out. "Honestly, Haruhi, you'd have to be rather stupid not to have figured it out before now."
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