// Much ado` about n o t h i n g~ [kyoya]

Blue to green to brown to grey to red to purple to gold to black, the colours all swirled. Rain drops plinked and clicked onto a paved road to form small puddles as they fell in sheets. Thousands of pats and dings, each like its own ringing bell, rang onto the pavement all chiming all at once; some clung to the bare, brown branches of the leafless trees, and hung down, dripping slowly into the mist while others adhered themselves to nothing and by chance settled into puddles on the hard, cold ground. The cacophony was deafening to anyone who paid it enough attention.

The air was icy cold and spine chilling; the vast white sky so pallid that the few continuously changing clouds stood out as if neon in contrast. The only other colors visible through the mist were varying shades of blurred browns, golds, blacks, and greys. A light, chilling, stale wind swirled past the scene blowing a girl’s brilliant red hair in her face. Her breath came out in short, frozen puffs creating a fog similar to that which swirled out of chimneys.

Haruka was practically blinded by the tears streaming down her face as she made her way through the wetness all around her. Hysteria built up inside her system until she knew she couldn’t take it for much longer. She needed to get home before her sanity completely left and she fell right there on the street to cry. Luckily she lived only a few blocks down from the current area where she stood and was within easy reach from home. As she continued to run through the rain in terror, the small red-head ignored the tears that continued to gush down her face. Her heart hammered in her chest with every step and each time she progressed on the side-walk she seemed to move further away from her destination.

“I’m sorry,”

“You lying bastard,”

Ringing in her mind were the words that had been exchanged that last time. Haruka felt nauseous at the mere thought. Those couldn’t be the last things they ever said. He couldn’t disappear just like that.

“She lives in a daydream where I don’t belong. . . . . . .”

Haruka awoke with a violent start and stared at the ceiling of her bedroom with wide eyes and sweating profusely as if just stepping away from a nasty fight. Her bed sheets where tangled around her and the girl’s bedtime ponytail had fallen out. Had one not know better they might think a horrible struggle had occurred and the intruder left triumphant. Haruka panted lightly in her bed and tried to remember what she could possibly have been dreaming for her to awake in such a state.

Sitting up, the girl brought a hand to her forehead and tried to catch brief memories from her minds eye as to what she’d dreamed. Only slight glimpses of the dream returned though, among them blurred faces and rainy streets. One sentence, just one, seemed to glow brightly in her mind though as Haruka stood and began to get ready for the day. “She lives in a daydream where I don’t belong,” What did that mean and whom did it refer to? Furthermore, who brought it about in the first place? Haruka didn’t know and at the moment she didn’t care to ponder it as she stood and went before her giant closet to browse for something to wear. It was Saturday and she didn’t have any plans so there wasn’t much to base her outfit off of. Hm…maybe she’d call Nabiki later though and make plans for something.

With a nod, Haruka was then able to select her clothing and get dressed without the aid of her maids and soon found herself skipping downstairs. The kitchen and living areas were all deserted of her family though. That’s right, Satoshi had a soccer game today and her family was probably attending or else at work. Haruka felt a small wave of guilt wash over her. She had never said she would be going but she knew how much Satoshi liked it when she watched. Oh well, next time for sure she’d go!

Haruka shrugged to herself and snatched a peach off the counter before skipping off and exiting her house. With a call back that she was going for a walk, the girl began to make her way down the street. With the peach in one hand and a smile on her face, Haruka smiled in a friendly way to passers by and continued on. She stopped then suddenly as a beautiful little butterfly flew across her path and landed nearby on one of the displays in the front of a little flower shop that the red head was familiar with. Pretty Petal’s Flowers and Shrubs. As a little girl Haruka had always visited when she went with the nanny on errands or at times with the maids when they were asked to put in orders around the holidays. She was on friendly terms with the shopkeeper and decided she might as well pop in for a moment and say hello. Sticking her head in through the open door, Haruka called out a greeting and waved. The shop keeper waved back and the girl was just about to step out again when one of the clumsier workers suddenly dropped the flower pot he’d been carrying.

Haruka jumped at the sound and tuned to see the boy hurrying to clean his mess behind the outside display. Smiling at him, Haruka couldn’t help but crouch down and help gather the broken pieces of the base. The boy blushed as she handed him the pieces and muttered a soft ‘thank you’ before standing quickly and turning to disappear back into the shop. Along the way he tripped over his foot and Haruka giggled slightly. There was a soft argument inside, no doubt the boy and the shop keeper, and suddenly the boy appeared again with the shopkeeper on his tail.

‘My sincerest apologies Miss Fujisaki,” the shop keeper rushed. Haruka raised a brow and sweat dropped before smiling. “Oh, no problem. It’s fine, accidents happen.” she replied. The shop keeper bowed and Haruka blushed deciding she would get out of there as soon as possible. Just as the shop keeper turned and went inside, Haruka herself turned and was about to step away when she felt a soft tug at her sleeve. The boy who had dropped the flowers stood there holding a small violet. ‘H-here,” he stuttered. ‘I’m sorry about what happened.’

Haruka looked at the violet and blinked before grinning and letting out a laugh. “Aww, it’s alright, “ she replied. The sudden change in atmosphere and her laid back reaction seemed to calm the boy and he took a bold step towards her before putting the violet in Haruka’s hair. Surprised, the red head’s eyes widened before she laughed again and smiled in thanks. The boy nodded and seemed about to say something before he backed off and returned to work as the sound of someone’s approaching footsteps rung in Haruka’s ears.

[Open eneded, you can put whoever you want. XD You could have it be the shop keeper if not Kyoya or even some random passerby who gave the boy a stern look. XD Hope it’s ok. =.= It kinda rambles.]

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Kyoya leaned back on his bed, his back supported by a few pillows, and brought up a leg to help prop up the book in his hands. The book that he was supposed to be reading. The book that his eyes couldn't focus on and his brain couldn't comprehend. He tried again, narrowing his dark eyes behind his glasses as he started the final book on his summer reading list, rereading the first page of the current chapter that he was on, and found that his mind instantly began to slip away. It probably didn't help that it was because the chapter started out much in the same way that a recent occurrence had a few weeks ago. "She was walking away from me and there wasn't a damned thing I could do to stop her." Kyoya knew exactly what that felt like, but only difference between him and the poor sap in the book was that it had really happened to him. The man was nothing more than a made up character in a story and at the end everything would become better and it would be implied that they got married and had little children, and grandchildren, and because every grandparent wanted them, great-grandchildren.

His bedroom door opened and Kyoya's eyes flashed from the book to his door, seeing the wave of thick black hair that reached down to his sister's back, and an eyebrow raised in a question as to why she was walking into his room backwards. The matter soon became apparent. "Oh no, its only for a couple of minutes, I won't be staying very long,"

[/b] she said, her voice sounding nervous as she continued to back up. His father's stern voice was heard, though Kyoya couldn't make out what was being said. Sitting up, he swung his long legs over so that they were hanging over the edge his bed and gazed down at Fuyumi, closing his book softly and waiting for her to turn around and see him. She turned and her face looked to him immediately and there was something in them that he couldn't help but feel worried about.

"Kyoya, I need your help. My husband is throwing a small party and wanted flowers, but he wants me to get them and," she paused and took a deep breath, realizing that she was speaking quickly, before letting it out slowly. "Do you think that you could go buy them for me? I have the money and the list of flowers he wanted."[/i] Kyoya slipped from his bed and walked to his sister, taking the list but not the money, and he gave her a small nod. "Of course. I'll have them delivered to your house also." The surprise his sister felt was evident on her face and he was sure that she had been expecting some kind of excuse as to why he couldn't go. School work, doing something for their father, setting up plans for the Host Club. There was always something that Kyoya was doing. But he needed to get out of the house and this was the perfect opportunity. Not to mention that Fuyumi was his sister.

She smiled suddenly and stood on her toes, throwing her arms around her brother and giving him a rather embarrassing kiss on the cheek before thanking him and leaving his room. Before he left, however, Kyoya needed to find clothes to wear. Opening one of the drawers the youngest Ootori pulled out a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt, and a white, short sleeved overshirt. After spending a couple of seconds on the decision, Kyoya decided to leave the second shirt unbuttoned and he grabbed his wallet, shoving it in his back pocket and his cell phone, which he stared at for a moment before shoving it too into a pocket. Tamaki had yet to call him today...or text him...or even come over and bother him about spending all his time doing schoolwork. Not that he could really complain though since he was somewhat enjoying not having to listen to the blonde whine about this, that, and everything.

Hands in his pockets Kyoya left his room and was heading down the stairs when he heard his father clear his voice from behind him. "And where is it that you think you're going?" His stern voice gave Kyoya a pause, but he turned around, his face an emotionless mask as he looked up at the man. "I'm going out to keep Tamaki company. He called complaining about his boredom." The lie slipped easily from his lips and didn't register on his face. Remaining calm under his fathers scrutinizing gaze was difficult, but Kyoya knew that if he had informed his father he was doing something for his sister the old man would refuse to allow him to do so. And Tamaki was as good excuse as any to get out of the house. Finally his father nodded and Kyoya turned back around and continued on his way down the steps, shaking his head as the one of the butlers asked if he wanted the car. Kyoya was not in the mood to sit in the back of the car and he had plans to enjoy the rest of the summer as much as he could. Soon it was back to school and back to seeing Tamaki more than he already did.

He already had a flower shop in mind, in fact he thought about the minute his sister mentioned the word "flower", and that was where he was headed. It a few miles from his home, but his long legs ate up the distance quickly and while a more out of shape person may have been winded by the end of the walk, Kyoya hardly felt anything. He stood in front of the door for a moment, looking over the list he had taken from his sister and realized that there were flowers on this list he had never even heard of, though he was sure that the owner would know and have them. Opening the door the first thing Kyoya saw was the red hair and he froze. Of all the places to run into Haruka, here was probably the worst of them. Then again, maybe it was better that it was in a more public area with people.

It wasn't until the arm motioned by her head that Kyoya saw the teenage boy, who was slipping a flower between Haruka's ear. A glare came over Kyoya's features, his eyes narrowing slightly, and he shut the door behind him quietly, stepping so that he was a couple of feet behind Haruka. The boy looked from her to him, having to look up to do so, and his face paled slightly as he saw the look cross over Kyoya's face. He instantly returned to work and the Ootori boy realized that he probably shouldn't have intimidated him like that. Of course, his real question was whether or not he should say something to her. Not that he had the opportunity. "Ah, Mr. Ootori, it's good to see you again! And how can I help you today?" He turned slightly as the owner came walking towards him, a warm smile coming over his face. "Good day. I came in too buy flowers for my sister." He didn't bother elaborating further and the woman took the list from his hand, looking it over.[/blockquote]

Tagged:: Haruka
Notes:: Sorry about that lame ending >.<[/blockquote][/size]

Haruka laughed and gave a large smile as the friendly boy placed the flower in her hair. Nodding her thanks, the red head watched as the boy seemed about to say something but she suddenly blinked in confusion as he scurried back to work like a mischievous puppy found chewing another bigger dog’s favourite toy. Who on Earth could have intimidated him like that and why? Haruka puffed out her cheeks grumpily. Whoever it was had scared off a potential friend of hers and that was annoying.

Turning around with half a mind to speak up, Haruka froze as she suddenly realized who exactly it had been. “You?!” she couldn’t help but exclaim. The impulsive blurt of disgust had been evident in her tone as the red headed gazed with slight revulsion at the tall boy before her. ‘What are you doing here,’ had been the first thing Haruka had thought to ask but the shop keeper spoke too quickly and the boy’s response answered the question before Haruka could ask anything more. So Fuyumi had asked him to run an errand. That was interesting.

Haruka wondered if she should speak up and ask about how Fuyumi was doing but the evident fact that Kyoya intended to ignore her struck Haruka’s pride and the girl huffed indignantly. Turning her back and deciding she’d ignore him too, Haruka walked through the shelves and to the back where the boy from before had hidden and begun to place new pots along the high shelves. Sticking her head around the corner and watching him a moment, Haruka smiled apologetically and stepped out to speak.

“I’m terribly sorry about whatever look that pig-head may have given you,” she said softly making her own assumptions as she went along. “Thank you for the flower though, I really like it.” Haruka beamed brightly. The boy nodded and continued shelving the pots without a word before he turned and let out a soft sigh, smiling. “What’s your name?” Haruka asked curiously trying to make small talk. The boy had a friendly face but he just looked shy. The question seemed to startle him though and the boy took an alarmed step back accidentally knocking into the precariously balanced shelves beside them. The pots nearest the top teetered alarmingly before one or two came crashing towards the ground near Haruka. Startled, her eyes widened and the little red-head let out a yelp as she stepped back knocking into an empty table. The table gave way and fell over sending Haruka to the ground with a resounding bang and a nasty crash echoed as the pots shattered.

A dull pain throbbed in the girl’s arm as Haruka opened her eyes and looked up spotting the shattered pots beside her and the anxious look of the worker boy who had dropped to his knees in alarm. “Miss Fujisaki,” he exclaimed. “are you alright, you’ve injured your hand!” At the mention of her injury, Haruka turned her gaze down towards her left arm and saw a number of jagged wounds from where the pots had splintered and cut her during the fall. The pain rattled Haruka and the sight of blood suddenly made her dizzy. “Oh god,” the girl muttered to herself. Struggling to stand, Haruka kept her left arm out of her sight and kicked lightly at the shattered pots around her. “I’m so sorry!” the boy kept repeating but his words blurred in her mind as Haruka concentrated on keeping herself upright. Blood, blood, blood….her stomach knotted. “Shall I call an ambulance? You need to head to the infirmary right away!” he continued. Haruka raised a brow and looked up letting her vision clear.

“What? Oh no, no - I’m alright, really,” she said quickly recovering a little. The boy seemed to think otherwise as he stood there unsure of what to do for her. Haruka smiled brightly pretending there was nothing wrong despite the fact that she could clearly feel the blood trickling down her arm from where it was cut. “I’ll just head back home and get one of the maids to fix it up, it’s really alright,” she continued as she stepped cautiously backwards and inched for the door. The boy took off his hat and wrung it between his hands before beginning to bow repeatedly and mutter his apologies to the extent where Haruka wanted to sock him. Sweat dropping and hiding her arm behind her back, Haruka took another step backwards and bumped into someone sandwiching her arm between her own body and that of the person behind her.

“Ow!” the girl cried leaping forward. Turning, Haruka gazed up at the person she’d bumped into and apologized immediately despite the fact that her eyes had begun to water. Suddenly those eyes widened again and the girl’s expression contorted into one of distressed anxiety. Oh great, now he would see the blood and probably find a way to blame her for the whole situation!

[Ok, so I got stumped and let Haruka muse run away and this is what happened. o.o Now we both know never to let her post as herself again. xD Anyways, if this doesn't work then just tell me and we can figure something else out. <3]

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"You?!" That wasn't exactly the reaction that Kyoya had been expecting when Haruka saw him, though it didn't come as too much of a surprise. After all, she was probably still angry about the last time they spoke to each other, not to mention he doubted she ever expected to find him in here. Kyoya didn't get the chance to respond to her before Haruka walked away and his arm was grabbed by the older woman. "Come along. I'm not going to be carrying all of these flower bundles by myself." Kyoya blinked at her, but he didn't remove his arm from her grasp and just followed her around.

She mused to herself as she went over the list, pulling bundles of flowers from their places and handing them to Kyoya, who took them and cradled them in his arms. After only four bundles he understood why the woman wouldn't have been able to do this on her own. His left arm was beginning to feel heavy and he slipped his right arm underneath, giving added support to it, but the four bundles was only half of the list, and by the time that she had finished gathering all of the flowers on the list Kyoya's arms were laden with all kinds of different flowers. Between the bright colors and heavy smells of the different kinds, his senses were suddenly overloaded, and it took quite a bit of control not to drop all of the flowers down on the counter.

Kyoya managed to set them down carefully and then placed a hand against his nose for a moment, stopping the impending sneeze in its tracks, and blinked a couple of times. Pulling out his wallet, Kyoya rifled through the paper bills, beginning to pull a few of them out when he caught a flash of red from the corner of his eye. Haruka was talking to that boy again and there was suddenly a feeling of anger and...something else that he couldn't really put his finger on...either way, he didn't like either feeling. The old woman mentioned a price and Kyoya blinked, coming back to his senses and he turned his attention back to her. "My apologies. Could you please repeat that?"

She opened her mouth the speak when there was a large series of crashes and Kyoya spun around, seeing Haruka on the ground, shattered pots around her, and the boy from before was standing there, looking down at her with a dumb look on his face. A look that Kyoya desperately wanted to wipe off of his face by any means possible. But suddenly he made mention of an injury and this seemed to jar Kyoya back into his senses, allowing his brain to take control over his motor functions and moving his legs towards them. He was standing behind her, meaning to reach out and grab her, when she bumped into him, her arm sandwiched between her back and his front. "Ow! Haruka jumped forward, spinning around and immediately apologized.

Her eyes were tearing up and Kyoya took her arm carefully, looking down and checking to see how serious the wound was. It didn't look as though it would require stitches, though it would have to be bandaged quickly. Ignoring the blood that was already on his shirt, Kyoya took off his over-shirt and wrapped it around her arm. "Haruka, you need a doctor to look at your arm, not a maid."

Tagged:: Haruka
Notes:: Sweet Kyoya <3

Haruka turned her watery eyes away from Kyoya the instant she recognized the person she’d bumped. Moving her arm out of sight once again, or attempting to, the red head stepped back. “I’m fine!” she exclaimed angrily as the tears threatened to spill from the effort she was exerting to hold them back. Just as she did move to step away, Kyoya carefully moved in sync and reached for her hand holding it as he then examined the injured limb. The slightest touch sent a tingle up Haruka’s spine that discomforted the little red-head enough to compel her tug gently and attempt to step further away. Swinging her hips and moving to arms length, Haruka felt her face heat up and frowned as she was unable to get far enough away to let her pounding heart settle. The sight of blood was making her stomach knot, her vision blur and her heart to race despite the comforting touch of her once best friend and the assurance in his presence that everything would be ok. All this mixed together in Haruka’s brain confused the girl and, sighing, she couldn’t help the slight pout that instinctively slipped over her lips.

This was so silly. She felt like she was five years old again and, having just tripped and scraped her knee, been told by the older, wiser and all knowing Kyoya to go and see a doctor and get it patched up. There were differences now though; significant ones. For one, Haruka was older and things had happened so that she was now far too reluctant to listen to anything Kyoya even dared suggest, much less demanded she do. With an arrogant huff, Haruka pulled her arm away from Kyoya’s delicately wrapping fingers and glared.

“Thanks but no thanks,” she spat sarcastically. “I don’t need you telling me what to do or taking care of me like we’re five years old again.” Haruka glowered darkly. For once she let her emotions of resentment take over and didn’t care to think about the fact that the shopkeeper or worker boy might hear. It wasn’t until after the nasty retort that it occurred to her however that she was in public and needed to behave as a girl brought up properly in the Fujisaki household. She had to compose herself! Taking a shaky breath, the red-head looked up at Kyoya’s familiar face and bowed her head so that she wouldn’t be forced to look in or at his eyes and submit to his will.

“Thank you, Ootori-senpai for your concern, but I am just fine on my own.” the girl replied calmly. ‘Besides,’ she thought to herself, ‘I’m not getting within an inch of any place with some disgusting doctor or any sort of medical facility!’ Haruka knew that Kyoya would remember sooner of later about her radical fear and hatred of medical facilities. It had been a terror she’d held deeply and desperately since the youngest age she could ever remember. Just the thought of a medical facility, even now, evoked nothing but fright, panic, apprehension, alarm and horror. Haruka didn’t even know why she hated hospitals and such so much. One would think growing up in such close proximity with the Ootori family she wouldn’t mind, but Haruka couldn’t stand blood, medicine or anything to do with the medical field whatsoever. The general concept didn’t sit right in the petite girl’s stomach and she had many memories of crying, clinging, passing out and having hissy fits when the word doctor was mentioned. Oddly enough each of these actions always included Kyoya in some way. He’d been a comfort back then, a rock to hide behind and a blanket to cry in but now he was just a stinky old boy just like any other.

Glancing at her arm, Haruka carefully unwrapped Kyoya’s shirt, wincing from the blood that dripped on the ground, and soon held it at arms length in a motion of return. “Thank you for your hospitality,” she mocked with nothing more than a bright smile that could fool anyone who didn’t know her too well. “I’ll just be on my way and hurry home to get this little scratch checked out.” Turning to the shopkeeper, Haruka bowed and apologized for the trouble she’d caused and then rounded on the worker boy who was gazing at her with an odd expression on his face that looked like a mixture between anxiety and something so completely abstract that she couldn’t even fathom it. With another bright smile to him, Haruka breathed out calmly, albeit somewhat shakily.

With a final bow to all three, the girl turned on her heel and moved towards the door. As she did so, the pain in her arm throbbed causing Haruka’s eyes to widen and the tears on the verge of her lids to begin spilling. Blinking rapidly to clear her vision in shock, Haruka bit her lip and exited the small flower shop ignoring the blurring of her vision as she concentrated on putting one foot after the other.