A Forced Fiancé

4

"Tadase! Wake up! Come on! The sun's out! The birds are chirping!"

"Go away. . . let me go sleep in heaven. . . it's peaceful there. . ."

There was an obnoxious amount of pokes aimed for my head and then to my side. I could care less though, I just wanted sleep. Beautiful, peaceful sleep.

I've been here for a few months now and I already regretted my decision of befriending these people.

"Kyoya! He won't wake up! Wake him up!"

There's that loud obnoxious voice again. Why was it calling for my husband-to-be? Honestly, if I wasn't tired, I would sock this person in the face.

"Tamaki, did you even try? He hasn't moved one bit."

Heh, typical Kyoya. He knows me too well. He knows every habit, hobby, likes, dislikes, and secrets of mine, all except one, but he doesn't need to know that.

"I've tried everything!"

I heard Kyoya sigh, "just give me a few minutes." And with that, the door closed and feet shuffled towards the bed.

"How long are you planning on laying there half awake?" he asked as he sat on the side of the bed. I grunted and covered my head with a pillow. I let out an unintelligible, "I'm sorry. Tadase Yatamori is unavailable. Try again later or please leave a message after the beep. Beeeeep." He chuckled next to me, "so you wake me up several times last night to try and spoon me and yet you still are too stubborn to get out of bed?"

I rolled over and wrapped my arms around his waist, "you can't blame me. You're warm and cute when you sleep. Besides, you know I have to cuddle something." I shivered as he runs his fingers through my hair. "I know."

"Yeah, you know."

"Are you going to get up now?"

"You'll have to drag me. I was up too late last night working on a small request of the company and I don't think I can move," I stated and positioned myself so that I was looking up at him. He rolled his eyes,"your fat self? I think not." I pouted, "I'm not fat. Besides if you don't believe me, just look. I'm shirtless." I received a flick to the forehead. "Hurry up and get dressed," he pushed me off and he walked out of the room.

"Come on. . . I was comfy. . ."

《♡》

"Finally got out of bed, have we?"

I looked over at the twins as Kyoya hauled me into the room.

I rolled my eyes, a very common habit now days, "if you had asked nicely like dearest Kyoya here, I would have gotten up." The pair crossed their arms and smirked, "we're sure that's not all you two did."

I looked at Kyoya, "are you sure that it's against host rules to murder twins? I could put that hidden machete to good use." The twins didn't give him time to answer before they took off and hid behind Mori. Blasted devils.

"No matter how much you hint at it, it still clashes with the rules, Tadase."

I huffed and flopped onto the couch, staring at the ceiling. Almost instantly a blonde head covered my view. It's not like I was wanting to look at the ceiling anyways I suppose.

I raised an eyebrow,"yes? Is my assistance needed, your highness?"

"I was wondering what you would like to do today. It is the weekend after all,"the nickname didn't even phase him. Of course.

"Heh? Don't you always make these decisions? I'm not even in the Host Club. I'm just that one random fiancé of a member of the club." It was true. I'm not in the club at all. I just stay during club hours until Kyoya has to leave and then we head home together.

"Of course you are important! Everyone is important!  Whether rich or a plain commoner-"

"You know there's a commoner here, right? She might be offended with what you just said."

Tamaki gasped and bolted towards Haruhi. Over the racket, I heard Haruhi say her famous 'I hate all these damn rich people'.

I laughed, "you know you love me, Haruhi!"

She grumbled, saying something along the lines of 'bastard', and tried to escape Tamaki.

I got up and made my way towards the kitchen. I instantly spotted Kyoya near the sink as I headed to the cabinets and pulled out my black and white coffee cup that I had gotten in America two years ago.

"Hey Kyoya, is there any coffee left or do I have brew a new batch?"

"There's some left. Tamaki thought that he should leave you some," was his reply.

I hummed and walk over to the coffee pot and poured the rest in my cup, "he's been awfully nice to me today, something happen?"

"Knowing him, the world would never know."

I snorted, "ha. Funny. Where's the chocolate block?"

"In the refrigerator, like usual."

I said nothing as I made my way towards the fridge. Grabbing the block of chocolate, I closed the door and headed back to the counter, using a knife to make small curls of chocolate. Once I finished, I put them in my coffee and put the chocolate away. I hold the blade of the knife gently and hand it to Kyoya to have it cleaned.

I glanced out of the kitchen and see the others playing around. I took a sip of my coffee.

I wonder what it's like to be free. . .

Kyoya noticed me looking at the group and sighs. He knew what I'm thinking of, I'm not that hard to read. He walked over, drying his hands with a cloth.

He knows my thoughts were true though. If I hadn't been born, he'd be free. He wouldn't be forced into this relationship. He would have a normal life.

I sat down on one of the stools and looked at my coffee. The small curls of chocolate were almost melted.

"This isn't your fault, Tadase. You know that." His words were soft. He spoke like this occasionally, to me anyways.

"It's just. . . You could have been like them. Free to live your life, love who you wished, anything. I'm holding you back. This whole marriage is holding you back. And I've been nothing but a nuisance this whole time. I'm stubborn, selfish and not once have I actually stopped and thought about what you wanted because I've always wanted a free life. I–"

"Tadase, you are not a nuisance. Not once. Yes, you have been stubborn, but that's a part of you. You can't just wish that away. I can't say I haven't been selfish either. I've always wanted personal gain. Every time I saw an opportunity, I reached for it. Not once had I asked you first."

I rapidly blinked, refusing to let the tears fall. What a baby. Crying at the littlest of things.

I know I bother you.

Don't deny it.

I place a hand over my mouth to keep the sounds at bay. I hoped to whatever spiritual being out there would keep the others in the next room. I didn't want them to see me this weak.

Kyoya didn't say anything. He simply turned me around and pulled me to his chest. His left arm wrapped around my shoulders and his right hand threaded through my pink hair. He rested his chin on my head and waited until I calmed down.

"You are never the fault in this marriage. You know that and I know that. We are in this together. No matter what."

I gripped his shirt as the tears fell,"sorry. . . I'm sorry."

"I would never think so lowly of you. You are my lover. Forced or not."

Forced or not...

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Edited: I revised this one a bit so it wasn't a complete sap story from the beginning. Maybe it'll be a bit better now.