A knock radiated from the wooden door and she perked her head up from the blankets that draped around her cold body. Then a voice soothingly called out to her.
'Hannie-chan? Are you okay, Haru-chan wanted to know and so did Tamaki. You've made them worried.'
An all too familiar voice ; Honey.
She couldn't just reject her nii-chan because it had been years since they were this close with each other and this time she wasn't going to let it all go down the dumps. Her small feet gently scraped against the wooden floorboard as it creaked and approached the doorway. Her fingers gripped onto the metallic door knob but before she could turn it, she heard another all too familiar voice.
'I doubt she would be going out.. Let's just leave.' Kyoya's cool voice sighed.
'Eh? We just can't leave her, she's been in her for like a week and a half.' Haruhi panicked.
'I agree with Kyoya, we should just give her time. She might still be gathering her calmness and trying not to pressure herself.' Tamaki interruppted.
'Ah,' Haruhi paused. 'Fine, Sorry to bother you Honey-chan. We'll be heading off now.' Haruhi apologized.
'It's fine, I'm pretty sure Hannie-chan will come out.. soon.' Honey laughed.
Hearing their footsteps fade away she released the door knob and cursed under her breath while tears stained the floorboard. Glancing over at her bed she found Han-chan all torn up. Suddenly yanking the door open she ran out the room and dashed down the corridor chasing after her brother.
Although when she reached the entrance of their house they were already gone with Honey standing there just smiling at the closed door.
'Nii-chan?' Her frail voice shook.
'Huh?,' He turned around. 'Ah, Hannie-chan. It's good to see you up again. Why not have a lunch with waffles? Sounds nice right?'
The blankets still draped around her and shielding her away from the light she nodded with a 'Hmm' along. Tagging behind her nii-chan to the kitchen she merely drooped her head down.
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'How is it? Does it taste delicious?' Honey laughed, hugging Usa-chan closely to his chest.
'Very..' Her small voice agreed, engulfing bits of the waffle.
'Say, Hannie-chan.. Where's Han-chan?' He asked ,tilting his head with curiousity.
'I.. I, Han-chan's sick.. I'll have to get a replica to serve under Han-chan's place.' Hannie quickly lied.
'You do know it's not good to lie right Hannie?' Honey sighed, getting up her patted her sister's head and headed off but the sound of the fork being thrown on the floor had attracted his attention.
Turning his head to the side he saw her holding a knife, the blade was shining brilliantly under the glimmering light sources, and she charged towards Honey with the blade.
Honey dodged luckily grabbing her arm and twisting it before smashing her body to the floor but that didn't go as planned when she kicked his leg and smashed him down with the strength left in her. Honey groaned, under defeat he flinched from the pain pulsing through his skull.
'Tell me, Honey. How does it feel to be suddenly rejected on when you've tried so hard,' She paused with tears hitting against her cheeks. 'You've tried so hard and your very best to impress one person but they just couldn't accept your feelings accussing the law to not allow the romance between two to continue onward.'
Honey's eyes widened by the shock of her hatred expressed through her, he tried to prope his elbows on the floor but that only made Hannie step on his chest harder, and increasing the great pain that striked through poor Honey's fragile body.
'You don't know.. You've always been surrounded by different types of women.' She growled.
Slicing his cheek with the blade only making a small cut which she had planned, she stepped off his chest, and walked to the entrance. Leaving the badly wounded coughing Honey to roll on his side with bruises on his body.
'Hannie, where are you going?' He softly asked.
'I'm taking a walk, don't you ever tell Mori-nii.'
Last words and she left. Honey crouched on the floor after gaining his oxygen in his lungs once more, only to make it in time for Mori to come in.
'Sorry to intrude~ Honey?!' Mori greeted but dropped his belongings and ran over to Honey.
'Mori.. Hannie, she. can't handle it anymore.' He croaked.
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Hannie was dressed in a oversized whtie shirt, shorts, black stockings and her white flats. She tied her hair messily in a bun while walking alone in the streets just a few blocks down her house. When done with her hair she focused on the distance up ahead of her only to see the person she hadn't plan to see.
His tall figure approached her from the distance but it seemed that he hadn't notice her yet, his hands were stuff in his pockets. Dressed in a Italian Suit ot be detailed, dress shoes and his neatly combed hair. Her heart still skipped a beat everytime she glanced at him. Still, by the look on his face it had reflected depression and frustration.
'Ne, Hannie-chan~ How's it going?' A young male voice greeted from behind her.
Looking behind her, she met eye to eye with her class mate. She quickly fixed her hair before smiling kindly at him.
'Kouki-kun, how'd you find me?' She wondered.
'I decided to buy ice cream and I decided to use this street asmy shortcut... How've you been?' He asked, licking the visible ice cream that was gripped in his small clasped hands.
'Oh,' She paused, still aware of the man approaching them. 'I see, I've been fine. Well be safe on your journey to your house then.'
'Hm, sure. but Hannie..'
'Yeah?' She fakely giggled.
'W-Who's that guy behind you?' He stuttered dropping his ice cream cone.
It splattered all over the floor, the mint flavour and Kouki had ran down the opposite way with his eyes full of fear. Hannie shivered by the cold atmosphere and turned around ever so slowly.
There stood the cold Otoori Kyoya, he propped his glasses up before clearing his voice to catch her full attention on him.
'Did he try to harass you?' Kyoya asked.
'No, he didn't.. Mind telling me why you're here?' She muttered.
He leaned down to be at the exact height, grabbing her chin forcefully, and pushing her body closer to his while pressing his warm lips against her cold shivering ones. Her pink luscious lips never moved making Kyoya very irritated since he wanted her to open up a little. It worked when he gently caressed her waist and she squeaked innocently.
'K-Kyu!!' The words that flowed out her lips.
They broke the kiss with saliva still smeared on their lips, he gently wiped his lower lip with his handerchief kept in his right pocket. She was still paralyzed from the shock.
Bending down on one knee with his left hand he held her chin and with his right hand he gently wiped the saliva off. Smiling gently at her he continued to help her.
'Kyoya-san..'
'Drop the formalities, Hannie-chan.' He suggested.
''Kyoya-nii~! Why do you do this to me?' She sobbed, tears warmed her cold cheeks.
Kyoya, embraced her small body, pulling her body closer he sat on the concrete floor with her in between his legs. Her tears warmed his suit but didn't mind at all.
'K-Kyoya-nii... Your suit.' She hiccupped.
'It's fine.. I've already finished my meetings. Listen Hannie-chan, I regret what I've mentioned in our previous conversation. Though I may be right but for now I don't mind at all.. Haninozuka Hannie, please will you be my girlfriend?'
She jerked away suddenly gasping in shock her loud voice radiated throughout the neighbourhood.
'Huh?!!' She yelled. 'B-but Kyoya-nii!'
Suddenly Honey and Mori had escaped from the house and interuppted the scene.
'Hannie-chan!! It seems like Kyoya's confessing to you?~' Honey teased tackling his little sister.
'Good Evening, Hannie-san.' Mori greeted.
'Huh, no he wasn't' She screamed, her face still red and her body squirming from his grip.
'NIi-chan~' She whined.
Hearing Kyoya chuckle under his breath had already signalled her that her dark side was over. It didn't matter anymore because Kyoya had accepted her but when all the fun shined that sunset evening.
Something that evening had opened.
Something dark, it was consuming someone faster than the speed of light.
Something that could ruin a relationship.
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Too long? Too short. ;n; GAH, don't know anymore.