Hiding in his Shadow | Haruhi x Kyoya

He the doctor

Haruhi POV
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I wiped off the crumb-covered table, making sure it all went into the trash. The room was very quiet, and with the beautiful sunset outside, it was tranquil. As I went to put the knives and plates away, I heard footsteps.

"Hello?" I call out, hoping for an answer. Nothing. Someone probably had to grab papers, I thought. Setting the water to warm, I washed the dishes. As I pulled out a long knife, my hand slipped. I sliced it clean across my palm, a nice maybe 3" long gash. I hissed in pain.

Putting the knife down, I ran my hand under the water. I put some paper towels around it. Turning off the water, I looked around for bandages.

"Haruhi? Its late, you can stop cleaning," a voice called out. Kyouya's voice. I turned around to turn off the faucet, slipping on water. Thats when I fell and the knife cut my, eh, chest area. The, eh, breast area, not my chest.

"I'll leave in a minute," I replied to Kyouya. I knew I had to treat this. Running out of the kitchen, I bumped into Kyouya.

"Haruhi, what happened to your hand?" Kyouya questioned, looking at my cut hand. As I looked down, he took my cut hand in his. Suddenly, he pulled me along. I grabbed my bag and uniform jacket as we ran past.

"Senpai, where are we going?" I asked, getting pulled. He only nodded, pulling me into the prep room. Kyouya pulled out a first aid kit and opened it.

"Tell me what happened, Haruhi," he commanded me. Kyouya gently felt my palm, yet it still stung. He pulled out a cloth bandage roll. Rolling my hand in bandages, he looked at me through the top of his glasses for answers.

"I was washing plates and knives when one knife sliced my hand. I had gone to bandage it but I didnt have Band-Aids in my bag. I also slipped when going to turn the water off, and the knife cut me again," I explained. As he looked up, probably about to ask where I got cut, we heard a voice.

A very annoying voice.

"Haaaruhiii!" Tamaki's voice rang as he entered the prep room. He glanced at my bandaged hand, which Kyouya had dropped letting it unroll. My cut hand gave through, as Kyouya went to grab the bandages.

"What happened to my daughter's hand?" Tamaki cried out dramatically. He ran over to me and spread my hand's flesh slightly, opening the wound more.

"Tamaki, you idiot! Now it needs minor stitching!" Kyouya hissed at the prince. He looked like Satan like this. Tamaki pouted.

"I better go, I forgot my bag and was going to give Haruhi a ride but," he blushed, running.

The shadow king turned his head, looking at me. He looked less scary.

"Haruhi, you're coming to my place," Kyouya told me. HEH?

KYOUYA POV
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Haruhi looked at me, confused. We had no time for her to be confused, she was bleeding. I led her out to my Range Rover. As she got in, I saw her clutch her chest.

"Haruhi, where else did you hurt yourself?" I asked her. She unbuttoned a button on her shirt and pulled down her bra. Haruhi showed me the top of her breast. She was obviously blushing, yet I could conceal it.

"I slipped and cut it here," she pointed out, her finger showed a cut maybe 2" long. I noted this down mentally.

"Thank you," I told her, as we sat in silence.

About 10 minutes later, we pulled into the mansion. My staff greeted us as we entered. She had her satchel covering her chest. We went into my room, a very teenage-ish room.

"Set your stuff down, I'll be back in a minute. Lay down on the couch and take off the blazer," I told her. I sprinted to the main area of my own little living space I had. My dad secluded me from the main mansion. I pulled out medical things, rushing back to my room.

Haruhi was laying on my couch, without the blue blazer on. I walked over to her, placing the items on the glass table. I unbuttoned her white shirt, only about 3 buttons down. I slid the right strap of her bra down, exposing the top of her small breast. She was obviously blushing. I poured rubbing alcohol onto a cottonpuff. While lightly dabbing her breast, I looked at her face.

She blushed, nervous about her body.

She shouldn't be, compared to what's next.
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