OHSHC: Host Hopping

Hikaru Saturday

(Haruhi's POV)

I wake up in Kyoya's bed with a bad headache. Kyoya was sleeping next to me in all of his glory. On the chair I saw a flying squirrel costume, with an opening near the crotch area. What is that? I literally remember nothing from last night... Oh well.

I turn around towards Kyoya and start shaking him. "Kyoya," I cooed. He groaned, turning away from me. "Come on," I sighed, hugging him from behind. (I know he's the hypotensive evil lord and all but what happens next is just for Haruhi) 

He quickly flips over and hovered over me. "Have you learned nothing about me? I don't like being woken up," he smirks, tickling me. "No, no, no, no, stop!" I giggle uncontrollably. Kyoya stops tickling me when my phone starts ringing. I look at him for approval to answer it. He sighs and gets off of me. "Go ahead," he said. I walk into his bathroom and answer the phone.

"Hello?" I asked the unknown person on the other side. "Haruhi! It's Hikaru! You ready to have fun?" he asked, clearly almost bursting from excitement. "Sure, when are we meeting up?" I asked, a little bit excited myself. "Right now! I'm at your apartment!" he replied, making me nearly choke on my own saliva. "Oh... really? Hahahaha, well you see um I'm not ready at all. So if you could just give me like 20 minutes I'll be right out. You can go somewhere else while you wait," I rambled, trying to get him to leave. "Is something wrong Haruhi?" Kyoya walked in. "Well okay then, bye!" Hikaru said, hanging up the phone. 

"Well?" Kyoya crossed his arms over his bare chest. "Can you give me a ride home? My uh Dad just called. He needs me home right away," I lied. "Your father is working today, Haruhi. What's really going on?" he asked, stepping closer to me. "Okay, Hikaru just called and said he was ready to pick me up," I gave up trying to lie. "Why didn't you just say so? Don't you think I remember the contract? I can't just have you all to myself, even though I want to," he smirked.

"What are you implying?" I asked, stepping closer to him. "This," he said, connecting our lips. It was deep and passionate. "Now, as much as I'd like to continue, you have to get to Hikaru," he sighed, pecking my lips. (Well that escalated quickly ;P) 

He gave me all my stuff, including the clothes that were not on my body (did I forget to mention they were naked that entire time? oops?). He ushered me into the bathroom to get changed while he got changed in his room. I get changed into what I was wearing the day before, grab all my stuff, and exit the bathroom. Kyoya was dressed in a button-up shirt and some jeans. "Are you ready?" he asked, walking toward me. "Yeah," I reply, walking down the stairs with him. "Excuse me?" Kyoya says to a man in a suit. "I need a car to drive us to (her address) please," he requested. The man nodded in response, joining us as we walked outside.

Once we were outside (Or the unknown territory as I like to call it) the man brought out a car or limo I should say. Kyoya opened the door for me. "Well aren't we a gentleman today," I teased. "Aren't I always?" he chuckled, getting in. "Sure..." I said, making him a little annoyed.

TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE OOTORI FAMILY BUSINESS

Kyoya dropped me off at my apartment, leaving me with 5 minutes to get ready. I quickly unlock the door to my apartment and run towards my closet. What to wear?  I guess I can wear what I wore on our first date right? Wait, did that even qualify as a date? No, it was just a friend thing. (GODDAMMIT HARUHI! *flips table*) 

I quickly put the dress on and add the hair extensions in. I look at myself in the mirror, pleased with my appereance. I check my watch to see I finished just in time. Hikaru begins to knock at my door, as I grab everything I need. I walk towards the door to see the rusty haired twin at my doorstep. "Hi," I smiled, him looking me up and down. "I see you went with what we wore on our first date," he smirked, blushing a little when he said the word 'date'. I look at him to see he's wearing a white button up and some jeans. "You ready to go?" he asks, holding his hand out towards me. "Sure," I said, taking his hand. "Where exactly would we be going?" I asked