TEASER - Love Lost in Time, ch.4 (Ouran AU, Kyoya/Haruhi, angst) - TEASER
Still plugging away on this one. ^^ I'm trying not to drag it out, but I feel as if it's somewhat lacking to stretch the whole story 10 chapters. I guess we shall see. ^^
Please enjoy.
LOVE LOST IN TIME
An Ouran High School Host Club AU fanfic
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
Chapter 4 Teaser -
"I think the pasta is done now."
Kyoya Ohtori stared into the pot as if seeing the string pasta noodles for the first time. He blinked once, twice just before the water began to boil over. He deftly removed the pot and held it over the sink as Haruhi turned off the stove burner.
"I think you're right," he said with the shadow of a smile.
He felt his heart skip another beat as Haruhi Fujioka laughed openly. She had caught on to his sense of humor of late. A sense of humor the young man didn't really know he had. And her laughter always made him feel giddy inside. It was strange, yet exciting for his old soul.
"Here, drain the pasta in the sink, then stick it on the plate there."
"Alright."
On this particular night -- a Saturday -- Haruhi had invited her fellow Host Club member over and asked him if he wanted to learn to cook. She knew he really had no need to do so. He had personal chefs who catered to him and his family. But she thought it would be fun for them to cook together. To say she was surprised by his answer was an understatement. But the light airy feeling coupled by the warmth she had come to look forward to by being around him soothed her shock.
Italian was not necessarily fancy, and the simple pasta and sauce she had made -- he cut the peppers and onions, much to Haruhi's amusement -- was no exception. But they sat at the table, talking about everything and nothing, and enjoyed the meal they had made together.
"I've been thinking, Fujioka-san."
"About what?"
He cleared his throat, then took a deep breath. "You once told me that I had nothing to gain by pursuing you. Do you remember?"
The young woman gave it some thought, then nodded. "Yes, I remember."
"Back then I agreed with you," he said, adjusting his glasses. "But that was a hasty decision on my part."
"Really?" Haruhi cocked her head to one side. "You have something to gain then?"
"I have a lot to gain." He smiled at her, nodding. Leaning forward, he whispered into her ear. "I have you."
"I...."
He was pleased to see the light blush that colored her cheeks as he pulled away. "So, I think you owe me an apology."
"I...." She clearly didn't know what to say.
"Yes?"
"I'm...sorry."
"Duly noted," he replied with a smile, returning to his meal. "But really, I should be thanking you."
She was only further confused by his words, but at the same time found her lungs devoid of air at his saddened smile. "What for?"
"For allowing me to spend time with you," he replied, reaching for her hand on the table. It was a diversion from his usual demeanor, but he wanted that connection with her. Wanted her to feel it too. "For allowing me into your home and your life. And...for allowing me to take refuge in your company. It's a comfort to know I have someone like you to help me relax and unwind."
She smiled, another blush tinting her cheeks. She squeezed his hand, as if reassuring him. "I suppose, I should thank you as well."
It was Kyoya's turn to be surprised. "For what?"
"For--!"
RING! BUZZ! RING!
It was at that precise moment that a phone rang. A small cell phone that the twins had once given her. She didn't look surprised when she gazed at the caller ID. Instead, she sighed. Kyoya knew immediately who it was.
"Are you going to answer him? He's going to keep calling."
"He knows I'm busy."
"That's never stopped Tamaki before." He had been calling twice an hour since he discovered Kyoya was visiting. The young man was surprised his friend didn't just show up at Haruhi's door.
"True."
Then the doorbell rang.
Comments are encouraged and welcome. ^^
Please enjoy.
LOVE LOST IN TIME
An Ouran High School Host Club AU fanfic
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
Chapter 4 Teaser -
"I think the pasta is done now."
Kyoya Ohtori stared into the pot as if seeing the string pasta noodles for the first time. He blinked once, twice just before the water began to boil over. He deftly removed the pot and held it over the sink as Haruhi turned off the stove burner.
"I think you're right," he said with the shadow of a smile.
He felt his heart skip another beat as Haruhi Fujioka laughed openly. She had caught on to his sense of humor of late. A sense of humor the young man didn't really know he had. And her laughter always made him feel giddy inside. It was strange, yet exciting for his old soul.
"Here, drain the pasta in the sink, then stick it on the plate there."
"Alright."
On this particular night -- a Saturday -- Haruhi had invited her fellow Host Club member over and asked him if he wanted to learn to cook. She knew he really had no need to do so. He had personal chefs who catered to him and his family. But she thought it would be fun for them to cook together. To say she was surprised by his answer was an understatement. But the light airy feeling coupled by the warmth she had come to look forward to by being around him soothed her shock.
Italian was not necessarily fancy, and the simple pasta and sauce she had made -- he cut the peppers and onions, much to Haruhi's amusement -- was no exception. But they sat at the table, talking about everything and nothing, and enjoyed the meal they had made together.
"I've been thinking, Fujioka-san."
"About what?"
He cleared his throat, then took a deep breath. "You once told me that I had nothing to gain by pursuing you. Do you remember?"
The young woman gave it some thought, then nodded. "Yes, I remember."
"Back then I agreed with you," he said, adjusting his glasses. "But that was a hasty decision on my part."
"Really?" Haruhi cocked her head to one side. "You have something to gain then?"
"I have a lot to gain." He smiled at her, nodding. Leaning forward, he whispered into her ear. "I have you."
"I...."
He was pleased to see the light blush that colored her cheeks as he pulled away. "So, I think you owe me an apology."
"I...." She clearly didn't know what to say.
"Yes?"
"I'm...sorry."
"Duly noted," he replied with a smile, returning to his meal. "But really, I should be thanking you."
She was only further confused by his words, but at the same time found her lungs devoid of air at his saddened smile. "What for?"
"For allowing me to spend time with you," he replied, reaching for her hand on the table. It was a diversion from his usual demeanor, but he wanted that connection with her. Wanted her to feel it too. "For allowing me into your home and your life. And...for allowing me to take refuge in your company. It's a comfort to know I have someone like you to help me relax and unwind."
She smiled, another blush tinting her cheeks. She squeezed his hand, as if reassuring him. "I suppose, I should thank you as well."
It was Kyoya's turn to be surprised. "For what?"
"For--!"
RING! BUZZ! RING!
It was at that precise moment that a phone rang. A small cell phone that the twins had once given her. She didn't look surprised when she gazed at the caller ID. Instead, she sighed. Kyoya knew immediately who it was.
"Are you going to answer him? He's going to keep calling."
"He knows I'm busy."
"That's never stopped Tamaki before." He had been calling twice an hour since he discovered Kyoya was visiting. The young man was surprised his friend didn't just show up at Haruhi's door.
"True."
Then the doorbell rang.
Comments are encouraged and welcome. ^^