Torn Betwixt Them
Here We Are, Fighting and Trying To Hide The Scars
Kyouya's eyes opened quietly after an innumerable amount of minutes. His gaze was blurry, but there was no mistaking where he was. His mind wouldn't let him forget that. Nor would his body, which currently ached in a sweet kind of pain from the strain of holding up the plush, delicate form in his arms. He tried to tell himself that he had been in control the entire time, that her breathless pleas attested to that. But he couldn't kid himself. He had lost it, lost his mind, his control, for a small second he feared he had lost his heart to her. His lips pulled back to bare his white clenched teeth in a visceral snarl.
What right did she have to make him do that? To make him be so malleable to her beauty and her vulnerability and those big beautiful fucking doe eyes?!
"K..Kyouya" She whispered in a hesitant tone, at the sound of her voice, he jerked back in a sort of guilt at thinking that, leaving her to fall hard onto the floor with a sharp cry. "Why did you do that?!" She demanded passively, looking up to him with a resenting glance, hand rubbing the curve of her slightly reddened backside, and Kyouyas slate-gray eyes watches the movement almost ravenously. "I apologize, Haruhi, you surprised me." Her eyes lowered, but not from his words, from his voice.
His tone was quiet, detached, cold again as he turned away. With his index and middle finger, he pushed his glasses onto the bridge of his nose and disposed the condom, then tugged up his slacks. While buttoning them against his lower hips, he lifted his gaze and flashed her a cool smile "I apologize, Haruhi. It appears that I'm late for my Physiology class. I would take you to the nurse to help you cle-" "Don't.. bother Kyouya, I'm fine" Haruhi said quietly, chocolate locks hiding her eyes as she tugged a simple white skirt up those long, lithe legs. Kyouya paused, hesitating, before smiling that gentlemans smile. "Excellent" He said quietly, helping her up and sitting her on the bed, casting one last, cold look at her.
She sat quietly, her arms covering her breasts, body huddled in a protected manner as she tucked her legs beneath her. Her eyes peeked up to him before falling immediately. Kyouya paused, he knew what she wanted, the comfort and.. adoration. But he wasn't the man to give it to her, and he made that clear by turning with a burst of speed, and leaving... slamming the door behind him. He seemed so regal as he fled.
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It seemed as if hours had passed before Haruhi could snap herself out of the trance she was in, staring blankly at the door that Kyouya had fled through. Those large tears that had threatened her earlier finally spilled, tumbling over her cheeks to pool on her trembling bare thighs and blot the cotton off her skirt. Though he had taken her so very convincingly.. she felt so damned ugly, so unwanted. "Am.. am I just a tool?" She uttered in a broken whisper, and pushed herself to a shaky stand, she tugged on a pair of tennis shoes and Kyouyas black tanktop, which was wrinkled from how he ripped it off of her. Heedless to the fact that her skirt didn't match, to the fact that she wasn't even wearing panties, she stumbled out of the room toward the cafeteria. Millions of thoughts were flitting about in her head. One particular thought had begun surfacing over and over.. maybe she should leave.. but where?
When Haruhi got to the cafeteria, it was packed.. and she flinched from the odd stares she got for her attire, for her mussed hair and that suspiciously flushed face... her eyes lowered as tears still threatened, She just got herself a small carton of rice and made her way outside, wandering aimlessly until she found herself at the edge of the park that surrounded the campus, she sat silently on the grass and began to eat with a distant expression.
She blinked softly as a shadow fell over her, her eyes lifted, then fell immediately "Oh, Hikaru" She said quietly, her voice was instantly cold. She expected an apology, a joke, or a gentle ribbing. She expected just about anything but what happened. After moments of tense silence, he snarled and gripped her wrist. He jerked her to stand so hard that she cried out and rice went flying everywhere. In a single dominant, challenging move his chest pressed hard to her own and his body shuffled her back against the tree as his lips collided into hers hard.. angrily.. She cried out in shock, in pain as the bark scratched her back through her tank top and her head snapped to the side in an attempt to escape the attack. He retaliated with a gutteral snarl as golden eyes immediately snapped to her, something in them was different from his usual playful demeanor. She didn't need him to move or speak to recognize that she was in dangerous territory