You! ((Sequel to "Who?")) ~An OHSHC Fanfic

Preface:

Knock. Knock.

I get up to answer the door. The maids beat me to it.

"That'll be Mr and Mrs Ootori."

"Careful Ace." Mum cautions.

Brilliant, way to look desperate.

He's waiting back. I can see that smirk of his. Once the maids show Mr and Mrs Ootori inside I wave to Kyoya, face ablaze.

"I'll change." I excuse myself. "Come in!"

I bolt upstairs. What a day to lounge around in PJ's.

I tear through my case to find the outfit I picked out for today. An oversized red 'England' shirt with a letterman jacket over it. My skirt is white and preppy. I put on long stripy blue and white socks and sneakers. I'm comfy in it and to me, that's all that matters. I tie my hair up as I head downstairs. Kyoya and my Dad are shaking hands.

My eyes widen. DAMN YOUR TASTE OF STYLE OOTORI KYOYA!!!!!!!!

"Bye Dad!" I wave.

Kyoya and I walk along the comically large driveway.

"You look really nice Kuri." he says.

"You do too." I cannot fend off the blush any longer. He chuckles.

"What shall we do today?" I ask.

"Your call. I'm rarely in England." Kyoya shrugs.

'Take him out! Show him off!' Yui's voice chimes in my head.

'Let the locals get jealous!' Cho seems to be backing Yui up.

'Show him around. Take your time.' Mai sounds reasonable.

'Just have fun, stay in your comfort zone' Thanks Sora.

I sigh.

"We could go into London. There's a train station, not too far from here." I suggest.

"That sounds fun." he nods once.

"Kyoya, would you rather go in the limo or on the train?" I offer.

"Honestly, whatever makes you more comfortable." he smiles.

"Train." I nod, calling for the limo to take us to the station.

"You say you don't want to be driven around in a limo but then you call for one." he chuckles.

"The locals know that 'a child prodigy' lives here." I snort.

We climb into the limo.

"Adam, the train station please." I instruct.

"Of course Miss Peony." Adam nods once before driving off.

We bow to him upon getting out and buy travel cards, hopping onto the next train into London.

...

We wander around together. I can feel the envious glares, quizzical stares and hear the muttering of dares around me. Nost girls are daring eachother to say hi to us, see if they can work out if we are together. I roll my eyes and glance at Kyoya.

"You alright?" I ask.

"Just...curious." he replies.

"Curious?" I cock a brow.

"...Have your parents told you about it yet?" he decides to make this less awkward for me and speaks in Japanese

"The fact I'm getting married off soon? Yep. Who to? Nope." I smile at him for being so nice, also speaking Japanese again.

"You don't know who to?"

"Nope, all I know is he goes to Ouran and has links to the Peony family."

"Everybody has links to the Peony family in one way or another; especially in our grade."

"I know."

"Your family is law in England Kuri."

"Duh, that's why everubody's got a link, because we are the only family to have the country pretty much bowing to us."

"You and the Royals."

"Duh."

"Kuri, I may be multilingual but commoner is not one of my languages."

"Clearly." I nod.

"You could have asked." I am chided.

"I know his name is in your bitch list." I huff.

"Bitch list?" he asks. I duck my head.

"The little black book with infinate pages, that you never stop writing in. Sora and I...sort of...call it...your bitch list." I admit, face burning.

"It's just data." Kyoya chuckles.

"You are seriously way too prepared for corporate domination." I giggle.

"Is that really a bad thing? I'll be the one talking my brothers out of corporate attacks." Kyoya pushes up his glasses.

"It sort of is."

"Aren't you prepared?" I shake my head.

I feel so awkward. Since he came to my house, my heart's been running laps. I can hear it racing. I hope he can't hear it. I'm pretty sure he can't. We are in Trafalgar Square after all. There are locals and tourists in awe of this place. We're sat on a bench, watching the fountain.

"Kuri, I have a question."

"Oh?" I turn to face him.

"You haven't a clue who your husband will be?"

"Nope. Not a clue who." I reply.

"You'll need someone who can put Moriyama Tadao in his place."

"I'm not sure what you're on about." I admit.

"I didn't expect you to." he closes his eyes and sighs.

"You...didn't?" I ask.

"Kuri."

"Yeah." I reply, a tad stung by his previous comment.

"I have something to ask."

"Shoot." I encourage.

"You enjoy my company right?" I am asked. I laugh.

"Why so insecure Kyoya? I have sat next to you every day since middle school! I'm hanging out with you, in ENGLAND during a holiday. Do you really think I would do that with someone that I don't enjoy being with." my cheeks are dusted with peony blush.

"What's wrong?" I shove him. He falls on the floor.

"OH CRAP!" I get to my feet immediately, hand out to help him up. "I am sooo sorry Kyoya."

"Kuri."

"IMEANIT! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEDONTBEMAD!"

"Kuri Peony." I freeze. "Will you marry me?"

Well shit.

There are eyes on me from all directions.

"It was you all along!" I gasp. "You sneaky little shit!"

"Is that a yes?" I am asked.

"Was THAT a yes?"

"Yes."

"Then, yes." I giggle.

He slides a gorgeous ring onto my finger. I squeal in delight.

"I'm so excited!"

"Glad to hear it." Kyoya smirks.

"I can't believe it was you!" I admit, still in shock.

"I can't believe you're smiling genuinely right now." he chuckles.

I jab him.

"Shut up."