TEASER - Love Lost in Time, ch3 (Ouran AU, Kyoya x Haruhi centric, angst) - TEASER
An early gift from my muses. They're very focused at the moment. Enjoy. ^^
LOVE LOST IN TIME
An Ouran High School Host Club fanfic
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
"How'd it go?! Did you confess your undying love?"
"Or tell her that it was fate? That you had to have her?"
"You're both daft."
Kyoya Ohtori rolled his eyes. He'd barely gotten his coat off when his brothers started asking questions. Idiot questions, he thought to himself. As if he could win her heart in a few hours.
Granted, that's how it happened originally.
But those days had been much simpler. In those days, one usually made a confession and found themselves in a relationship quickly. Sure there was a proper courting ritual, but it was reserved more for the reigning nobility rather than the common folk. Many in the small villages, such as the one they lived in, rarely followed it.
It had been one such rare occasion that brought Kyoya and Haruhi together. He had walked into the village pub, practically starving. He had refused to feed as a rebellious act against his father. Three very long days without a drop of blood. But it was taking a toll, and he had hoped to find someone at the pub to quickly ease his growing thirst. There were plenty of drunkards -- men and women -- to choose from.
Yet he was uncontrollably drawn to a young woman in a corner. She sat like a noble, her hair done up much like a proper lady. Even her clothes were better kept than the rest of the lot. She was simple, yet beautiful, sitting in the shadows and reading a book. Without thinking, he walked over to where she sat, and sat in a chair across from her.
They conversed as if they'd known each other all their lives. He learned quickly her father was the village elder -- the wizard his father was currently working with, and the reason the Ohtori family had moved into the region. They had many similar interests and she had recently returned from schooling in one of the larger villages. For nearly an hour his hunger had been forgotten. Then his thirst was too much to bare, and he couldn't bring himself to feed on her. Never her.
But when she offered her wrist to him with a simple command,"Drink," how could he refuse?
He took only the smallest amount, enough to sate himself until he could find better prey. She said nothing to him, showed no fear as his fangs elongated, sinking into her flesh. She watched with mild curiosity for those few moments. And the distinct hitch in her breath as he licked the wound he created made him equally curious.
They had been inseparable ever since.
But that was then.
"You kissed her at the very least, right?"
"Right?"
This new era -- the twenty-first century -- complicated everything.
"What's the rush," he said to his brothers, walking into the house. He moved down a long hallway and stopped at the doorway to the family living quarters. "Did you not enjoy playing with Fuyumi tonight?"
"What? They said they did!"
Fuyumi was in the room, cleaning up what was left of family game night. She looked up from the table, glaring at the doorway.
"I'm sure they did, dear," mother said. She was kneeling next to Fuyumi, helping to clear the mess. "He's only teasing."
"So how did it go, Kyoya," Yoshio asked. He sat in a large cushioned chair, the dark red material blending with his black shirt and pants. "Did you kiss her?"
"Yoshi!"
He chuckled, knowing his wife was only defending her baby boy. He was going to apologize when Kyoya finally spoke up.
"It was a good beginning," he said. "And no, I didn't kiss her."
"Wuss," both of his brothers hissed from the hall.
"The two of you are single for a reason," Fuyumi stated.
"And you're married now," her father said. "Yet you keep coming home."
"Only because I love you," she replied. Moving away from the table, she leaned over her father's chair and kissed his cheek. "I'm turning in. Good night."
"I'm turning in, too," Kyoya said with a nod to his father. Fuyumi grabbed his arm as she passe through the doorway. "Good night, father. Mother."
"Good night, dear," his mother replied.
"We'll talk more tomorrow, Kyoya."
"Yes, sir."
Arm in arm with his sister, Kyoya walked upstairs. It was a bit odd for her to cling to him as she was doing, but his absence tonight -- despite her permission -- probably made her do such a silly thing. He hardly minded as it got him away from the all too hopeful glares of his brothers.
"So did it really go well?"
The young man nodded. "Well enough for a first date."
Fuyumi smiled, patting his arm. "I don't know what they're all expecting. Of course, to those two brute, if they don't get laid on the first date probably consider it a terrible night." She sighed, shaking her head. "Sometimes I wonder how I'm related to them."
"True." Kyoya chuckled. Some days, he wondered that, too. No matter what the century, they were always annoying. And still competitive. They always wanted him to join in their little game of conquests, yet he never took the bait. Didn't they remember he had a job to do? "But I'm not rushing this. Haruhi is...very important to me."
They stopped by the door to his room and Fuyumi kissed his cheek. She really must have missed him if she did that. Her smile was somewhat sad as she looked at him. Was she thinking about him, or her own marriage?
"Just keep at it. I'm sure she'll come around." Fuyumi winked, disengaging herself. Her smile turned bright as she waved to him, continuing down the hallway. "Good night."
Comments are always welcome. ^^
LOVE LOST IN TIME
An Ouran High School Host Club fanfic
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
"How'd it go?! Did you confess your undying love?"
"Or tell her that it was fate? That you had to have her?"
"You're both daft."
Kyoya Ohtori rolled his eyes. He'd barely gotten his coat off when his brothers started asking questions. Idiot questions, he thought to himself. As if he could win her heart in a few hours.
Granted, that's how it happened originally.
But those days had been much simpler. In those days, one usually made a confession and found themselves in a relationship quickly. Sure there was a proper courting ritual, but it was reserved more for the reigning nobility rather than the common folk. Many in the small villages, such as the one they lived in, rarely followed it.
It had been one such rare occasion that brought Kyoya and Haruhi together. He had walked into the village pub, practically starving. He had refused to feed as a rebellious act against his father. Three very long days without a drop of blood. But it was taking a toll, and he had hoped to find someone at the pub to quickly ease his growing thirst. There were plenty of drunkards -- men and women -- to choose from.
Yet he was uncontrollably drawn to a young woman in a corner. She sat like a noble, her hair done up much like a proper lady. Even her clothes were better kept than the rest of the lot. She was simple, yet beautiful, sitting in the shadows and reading a book. Without thinking, he walked over to where she sat, and sat in a chair across from her.
They conversed as if they'd known each other all their lives. He learned quickly her father was the village elder -- the wizard his father was currently working with, and the reason the Ohtori family had moved into the region. They had many similar interests and she had recently returned from schooling in one of the larger villages. For nearly an hour his hunger had been forgotten. Then his thirst was too much to bare, and he couldn't bring himself to feed on her. Never her.
But when she offered her wrist to him with a simple command,"Drink," how could he refuse?
He took only the smallest amount, enough to sate himself until he could find better prey. She said nothing to him, showed no fear as his fangs elongated, sinking into her flesh. She watched with mild curiosity for those few moments. And the distinct hitch in her breath as he licked the wound he created made him equally curious.
They had been inseparable ever since.
But that was then.
"You kissed her at the very least, right?"
"Right?"
This new era -- the twenty-first century -- complicated everything.
"What's the rush," he said to his brothers, walking into the house. He moved down a long hallway and stopped at the doorway to the family living quarters. "Did you not enjoy playing with Fuyumi tonight?"
"What? They said they did!"
Fuyumi was in the room, cleaning up what was left of family game night. She looked up from the table, glaring at the doorway.
"I'm sure they did, dear," mother said. She was kneeling next to Fuyumi, helping to clear the mess. "He's only teasing."
"So how did it go, Kyoya," Yoshio asked. He sat in a large cushioned chair, the dark red material blending with his black shirt and pants. "Did you kiss her?"
"Yoshi!"
He chuckled, knowing his wife was only defending her baby boy. He was going to apologize when Kyoya finally spoke up.
"It was a good beginning," he said. "And no, I didn't kiss her."
"Wuss," both of his brothers hissed from the hall.
"The two of you are single for a reason," Fuyumi stated.
"And you're married now," her father said. "Yet you keep coming home."
"Only because I love you," she replied. Moving away from the table, she leaned over her father's chair and kissed his cheek. "I'm turning in. Good night."
"I'm turning in, too," Kyoya said with a nod to his father. Fuyumi grabbed his arm as she passe through the doorway. "Good night, father. Mother."
"Good night, dear," his mother replied.
"We'll talk more tomorrow, Kyoya."
"Yes, sir."
Arm in arm with his sister, Kyoya walked upstairs. It was a bit odd for her to cling to him as she was doing, but his absence tonight -- despite her permission -- probably made her do such a silly thing. He hardly minded as it got him away from the all too hopeful glares of his brothers.
"So did it really go well?"
The young man nodded. "Well enough for a first date."
Fuyumi smiled, patting his arm. "I don't know what they're all expecting. Of course, to those two brute, if they don't get laid on the first date probably consider it a terrible night." She sighed, shaking her head. "Sometimes I wonder how I'm related to them."
"True." Kyoya chuckled. Some days, he wondered that, too. No matter what the century, they were always annoying. And still competitive. They always wanted him to join in their little game of conquests, yet he never took the bait. Didn't they remember he had a job to do? "But I'm not rushing this. Haruhi is...very important to me."
They stopped by the door to his room and Fuyumi kissed his cheek. She really must have missed him if she did that. Her smile was somewhat sad as she looked at him. Was she thinking about him, or her own marriage?
"Just keep at it. I'm sure she'll come around." Fuyumi winked, disengaging herself. Her smile turned bright as she waved to him, continuing down the hallway. "Good night."
Comments are always welcome. ^^