Resisting Temptation (A Kyoya Ootori Fanfic)

Chapter 15

(Seina's POV)
My mother had picked out a dress for me which she felt was appropriate. It was purple and silkily smooth, with short sleeves and a skirt that fell to my knees. I spun in front of the mirror and the maid, Yuki, nodded her approval.
I made my way into the living room where my family had gathered after dinner. They'd eaten early as they didn't want to be having dinner when my date arrived and were now, for once, sat together. My mother seemed satisfied that she'd made the right choice, choosing the dress and Ayumi said I looked like a princess. Unfortunately my father and Tatsuo were at each other's throats once again as Tatsuo felt sending me on these dates like a 'prize pony' was 'barbaric' and 'disgusting'. If I had felt I could have stopped them I would have intervened but I knew from past experience that I would have no luck. Tatsuo was my fiercest defender while my father seemed to do whatever my Uncle said. I could not imagine the young man my father had once been, who passionately took a stand to choose his wife.
The doorbell rang and everyone snapped their heads in the direction of the door. My parents both jumped to their feet and hurried into the entrance hall. I was quick on their heels with Tatsuo close behind me. I came to a standstill when I saw who was once again standing in my home. Kyoya Ootori was shaking my father's hand and talking amicably to my mother while a startled maid stood uncertainly nearby, unsure what to do now her duties had been interrupted.
Tatsuo leaned down so he was at my height.
'Did you know he was your date?' I shook my head stunned.
'I had no idea.'
Once he had greeted both my parents Kyoya-senpai looked around the room till his eyes found mine and a soft smile appeared on his face. My parents then moved aside to allow me past and we exited the house.

It was early evening and the sky was still a clear blue, a sure sign that summer was approaching. I followed him to the waiting car and he held the door open for me to get in. The vehicle began moving almost as soon as he was inside and I finally turned to face him.
'I want to be home before dark.' He nodded once but said nothing. 'Kyoya-senpai why are you doing this?'
'Doing what?'
'You know what.'
He looked out the window, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. 'You look beautiful tonight.' I tried to ignore the blush creeping across my face.
'Is this business or pleasure?'
'Does it matter?' Indignant, I almost shouted yes at him in frustration but then I remembered my upcoming engagement.
'No. I suppose it doesn't.'

The driver drove into a nice area which consisted mainly of artesian shops and began to slow to a stop. 'What are we doing here?'
He smirked. 'I took the liberty of finding out about your previous dates and I imagine restaurants have become quite boring.' I shrugged.
'Perhaps.'
'Well It's a surprise.' He reached around to cover my eyes with his hands but I panicked and spun away from him, falling down into the gap between the seats. He looked at me in surprise, eyes full of concern. But I forced a laugh and pulled myself back up onto the seats.
'That was clumsy of me.'
'I'm sorry Seina-san it was not my intention to frighten you.'
'I wasn't frightened. I just fell.'
He gave me a disbelieving look. 'Seina-san I don't think you have ever been remotely clumsy.'
I sighed and refused to look at him. 'I don't want you to cover my eyes, I have to be able to see.'
'Can I ask why?' I shook my head violently. He nodded and dropped the subject. That surprised me, Kyoya-senpai was all about knowing everything about everyone and he wasn't usually the most understanding person in the world. He offered me a gentle smile and held out a hand. 'Shall we?' Wordlessly I took his hand and allowed him to help me out of the car.

I looked around and saw a dark coloured shop front with a huge front window. It was lit up like Christmas inside, and a huge, polished grand piano sat in the window. It was a music shop. I stood in the window and took in the room, a further three pianos stood in the room and a row of hand carved violins hung from the far wall. Guitars and mandolins were arranged in a corner around an antique cello. At the far side of the room I could see a doorway and a small sign which had to declare the presence of more rooms. To my surprise, Kyoya-senpai then opened the door, holding it open for me and we went inside.
It was a beautiful place full of beautiful things and I had to resist the urge to run my fingers along the top of the grand piano. The floors were composed of polished wooden boards and my shoes created a soft tap, tap sound as I walked around. I walked through the door on the far end and found it was filled with books. Sheet music, music theory and music history. Some of them were stored behind glass to protect their yellow pages and faded lettering from the elements. They were probably priceless. Others were collectible like a section of books signed by the composer. Some were brand new, and recently published. It was wonderful.