The City Didn't Make Me Fall (OHSHC)

Chapter 9: The Understanding Boy and the Girl Who Could Ruin It All

A/N: If you could, please only start the song at the part that says *Two weeks later* It may not make it through the entire part, but that's all right.

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Tamaki's eyes held a deep concern, and yes, I knew that was for me. On the phone, my voice had been so desperate to get him over here. Between the call and him getting here, I found a way to add a little cheeriness into my voice.

"Are you alright, Kasumi, is something wrong?" The tone of his voice simply made me want to swoon.

My eyes fell to the ground as my hand rested on his arm. "I'm okay, but I made a mistake. Tamaki, it's such a stupid mistake." There were now tears in my eyes.

Before I knew it, Tamaki was  holding me in his arms. "Kitten... you can tell me anything."

I froze in his arms. 

Kitten.

He hasn't called me that since high school, My mind buzzes with thoughts like that.

*Tamaki's POV*

Almost immediately I realized what I had done. "I apologize, Kasumi."

The truth is, I've always seen her as a kitten, and that's why I nicknamed her so. Kasumi Roromiya is something cute, and soft at times, who needs love and support, and then she's fierce and sassy at the same time.

"Don't be, Tamaki. You slipped up, that's all. I'm the one who needs to be apologizing to you." She mumbles this to me, and leads me to the living room.

There's a fireplace in here, and above it hung a flat-screen television. The voice of the reporter on the screen filled the room. That was until Kasumi turned it off.

We sat together on the sofa as a maid came in and lit the wood in the fireplace. It had been quite chilly in here.

The fire made popping noises, and set an orange glow across the room. It was fairly small for a living room. The wall behind us was basically a window.

I was the first to break out silence. "So... what was it you needed to tell me?"

One of her hands was resting on the sofa. Her skin looked ivory against the black leather, her nails painted a light pink. My eyes travelled up her arm, to her face.

For seven years, I didn't see this face, yet I never forgot anything about it. The shade of her eyes, which happened to be zaffre blue, not simply blue, or dark blue. Nor did I forget the way her petal pink lips were curved, the bottom lip just slightly larger than the top.

She's so beautiful, I think. But there's a chance I'll lose her to Kyoya.

"Tamaki, I was having supper with Kyoya, and I said something wrong within earshot of a nearby reporter. I simply don't want you to hear it from them, instead of me." Her eyes fell to the ground.

After Kasumi gave me a quick run down of everything that had happened at the supper, I sat in silence. There was crease lines of worry over her eyes.

My lips pressed against her forehead, and her face immediately un-scrunched.

When I pulled away from her, I said, "Don't scrunch your face up like that, it's bad for you."