History (1/1)
Title: Rewriting History
Rating: U
Genre: Romance, fluff
Pairings or Characters: Kyoya/Haruhi
Warnings: fluff… a lot of fluff. You have been warned.
Summary: After ten years apart, Kyoya Otori finally comes to his senses.
Anyone who had ever worked for or with Haruhi Fujioka would agree that she never put personal feelings in the way of a case. Miss Fujioka had worked as a criminal lawyer in downtown Tokyo for ten years after graduating University, making a name for herself as on of the brightest young legal minds in the business, taking on and winning cases that many would have written off as lost causes.
She didn’t believe in making judgements without emotion, that wasn’t the point. Once or twice she had got rather angry, in fact, in the courtroom in the face of the unfairness and injustice she saw every day. But she never made a personal judgement on someone based on anything other than the facts presented to her, and the behaviour shown to her and her colleagues.
That was one of the things her clients and co-workers liked about her - she was able to represent any case fairly, without passing personal judgements beforehand.
That was all well and good, it was what she believed in. She had been in the position herself many times before where people judged before getting to know the facts, and she never wanted to do that to someone else. And it worked with the accused criminals she represented, the sometimes very poor victims she defended.
But it was rapidly falling down in the face of the man sat in the chair on the other side of her desk, his head in his hand, his glasses winking in the afternoon sunlight, obscuring his dark eyes.
Eyes that she knew were trained on her, watching her every reaction and filing them away for later.
She had dealt with criminals and innocents before with equal kindness and courtesy. But she had never had to deal with someone with whom she had the amount of… history, that she shared with Kyoya Otori.
She hadn’t seen him since he and Tamaki had graduated, leaving Haruhi and the Hitachiin twins to deal with the newer Host Club recruits. She and Tamaki still kept in touch, having been close friends through his last year at Ouran. But she and Kyoya had had a very intense relationship with through the six months leading to graduation. They had broken up after the final ceremonies were over.
She had understood why neither of them needed a relationship at that time. But it was still hard to look him in the eye.
“But I still don’t understand, Kyoya-sempai.” She looked down at the corporate case file before her in confusion, “I work in criminal law, I represent small businesses in theft cases, even the odd murder case. It’s very kind of you to want to give this to me but-”
“Haruhi, I’m only bringing this to you because I honestly believe that you’re the best person to bring it to. It has nothing to do with our history, nothing to do with favours or debts owed.” She smiled a little at this last.
“I still think this case would be better off in the hands of someone who wasn’t… emotionally involved in the case. I mean, someone who had no personal interest.”
“And why would you have any personal interest? We haven’t spoken since graduation.” Kyoya’s smile was a Cheshire Cat smirk, and for the first time Haruhi wondered if maybe the case wasn’t the only thing on his mind.
“And what makes you think I want to speak to you now?” she asked, a little tartly, rising and crossing to the door. “I have said before, Kyoya-sempai, and I will say it again; I am not a corporate lawyer, and despite the criminal bend to this case, it would be better off in the hands of someone who knew your business better than I do.” She opened the door pointedly, an obvious sign that this meeting was over.
Kyoya stood as well, and came to stand next to her, “Maybe you’re right.” He leaned in closer, close enough that she could feel his breath on her cheek, “Or maybe, I’m asking you for this because I know that you can do it better than anyone else, hm?”
“As you said,” Haruhi replied, a little shakily, “We haven’t spoken since graduation. If you have such faith in me, then why didn’t you come see me sooner?”
“Because I thought it best - for both of us - for us to be apart.”
“Why?”
“Because of our history, I didn’t think either of us would be objective.”
“So what changed?” Haruhi frowned, recognising the tone of Kyoya’s voice, but from a long, long time ago. It was dark, and a little defeated, and softer than any other tone she had ever heard him use.
“Nothing.” She heard the amused, almost baffled grin in his voice, “I still can’t be objective, I’ve just stopped trying.”
She wanted to push him away. She wanted to tell him it was too late, that ten years of trying to put the Host Club’s ex-Shadow King firmly into her past had worked. That she had moved on and it really was time for him to leave.
But she didn’t. Instead, she found herself turning just a little more, staring up at him with eyes that were still sixteen, wide and young and trying so hard to be older. She felt the grown-up, mature woman she had become; the cool, polite exterior she had cultivated to carefully, crumble in the face of that smile.
“So what happens now?” Her voice was a whisper, unwilling to break the moment.
His smile simply widened, “Now, we rewrite history, and pretend that the last ten years never happened.”
She laughed, “Oh really? So where exactly do we pick up?”
“Here.” He finally leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, and the last coherent thought Haruhi had was that he was right: They were right back to where they were ten years ago, where they belonged.
Rating: U
Genre: Romance, fluff
Pairings or Characters: Kyoya/Haruhi
Warnings: fluff… a lot of fluff. You have been warned.
Summary: After ten years apart, Kyoya Otori finally comes to his senses.
Anyone who had ever worked for or with Haruhi Fujioka would agree that she never put personal feelings in the way of a case. Miss Fujioka had worked as a criminal lawyer in downtown Tokyo for ten years after graduating University, making a name for herself as on of the brightest young legal minds in the business, taking on and winning cases that many would have written off as lost causes.
She didn’t believe in making judgements without emotion, that wasn’t the point. Once or twice she had got rather angry, in fact, in the courtroom in the face of the unfairness and injustice she saw every day. But she never made a personal judgement on someone based on anything other than the facts presented to her, and the behaviour shown to her and her colleagues.
That was one of the things her clients and co-workers liked about her - she was able to represent any case fairly, without passing personal judgements beforehand.
That was all well and good, it was what she believed in. She had been in the position herself many times before where people judged before getting to know the facts, and she never wanted to do that to someone else. And it worked with the accused criminals she represented, the sometimes very poor victims she defended.
But it was rapidly falling down in the face of the man sat in the chair on the other side of her desk, his head in his hand, his glasses winking in the afternoon sunlight, obscuring his dark eyes.
Eyes that she knew were trained on her, watching her every reaction and filing them away for later.
She had dealt with criminals and innocents before with equal kindness and courtesy. But she had never had to deal with someone with whom she had the amount of… history, that she shared with Kyoya Otori.
She hadn’t seen him since he and Tamaki had graduated, leaving Haruhi and the Hitachiin twins to deal with the newer Host Club recruits. She and Tamaki still kept in touch, having been close friends through his last year at Ouran. But she and Kyoya had had a very intense relationship with through the six months leading to graduation. They had broken up after the final ceremonies were over.
She had understood why neither of them needed a relationship at that time. But it was still hard to look him in the eye.
“But I still don’t understand, Kyoya-sempai.” She looked down at the corporate case file before her in confusion, “I work in criminal law, I represent small businesses in theft cases, even the odd murder case. It’s very kind of you to want to give this to me but-”
“Haruhi, I’m only bringing this to you because I honestly believe that you’re the best person to bring it to. It has nothing to do with our history, nothing to do with favours or debts owed.” She smiled a little at this last.
“I still think this case would be better off in the hands of someone who wasn’t… emotionally involved in the case. I mean, someone who had no personal interest.”
“And why would you have any personal interest? We haven’t spoken since graduation.” Kyoya’s smile was a Cheshire Cat smirk, and for the first time Haruhi wondered if maybe the case wasn’t the only thing on his mind.
“And what makes you think I want to speak to you now?” she asked, a little tartly, rising and crossing to the door. “I have said before, Kyoya-sempai, and I will say it again; I am not a corporate lawyer, and despite the criminal bend to this case, it would be better off in the hands of someone who knew your business better than I do.” She opened the door pointedly, an obvious sign that this meeting was over.
Kyoya stood as well, and came to stand next to her, “Maybe you’re right.” He leaned in closer, close enough that she could feel his breath on her cheek, “Or maybe, I’m asking you for this because I know that you can do it better than anyone else, hm?”
“As you said,” Haruhi replied, a little shakily, “We haven’t spoken since graduation. If you have such faith in me, then why didn’t you come see me sooner?”
“Because I thought it best - for both of us - for us to be apart.”
“Why?”
“Because of our history, I didn’t think either of us would be objective.”
“So what changed?” Haruhi frowned, recognising the tone of Kyoya’s voice, but from a long, long time ago. It was dark, and a little defeated, and softer than any other tone she had ever heard him use.
“Nothing.” She heard the amused, almost baffled grin in his voice, “I still can’t be objective, I’ve just stopped trying.”
She wanted to push him away. She wanted to tell him it was too late, that ten years of trying to put the Host Club’s ex-Shadow King firmly into her past had worked. That she had moved on and it really was time for him to leave.
But she didn’t. Instead, she found herself turning just a little more, staring up at him with eyes that were still sixteen, wide and young and trying so hard to be older. She felt the grown-up, mature woman she had become; the cool, polite exterior she had cultivated to carefully, crumble in the face of that smile.
“So what happens now?” Her voice was a whisper, unwilling to break the moment.
His smile simply widened, “Now, we rewrite history, and pretend that the last ten years never happened.”
She laughed, “Oh really? So where exactly do we pick up?”
“Here.” He finally leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, and the last coherent thought Haruhi had was that he was right: They were right back to where they were ten years ago, where they belonged.