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Their romance begins in the dark quiet of the hallways of Ouran Castle, and ends high in the branches of a naked sakura tree that shines brightly beneath a full October moon. The air is laden with a heavy fog that bends moonlit rays as Kyouya smiles, revealing his fangs to Haruhi.
"Enjoying the evening, Princess?"
The vampire's voice is light and cool, like silk sheets left in the open on a brisk night. Haruhi shivers, but not from the cold - Kyouya's half-transformed arm is draped over her shoulder and wrapped tightly around her waist. His bat wings are leathery, strong and supple. The curved bones fit perfectly underneath her breasts like a custom-made corset, gently exposing her sensitive skin to Kyouya's piercing black gaze. He smirks at her silence, and Haruhi flushes cherry blossom pink.
"It's lovey," she murmurs, like every other day. The moon does nothing to hide her blush or the way her lips tremble.
"I'm glad," her handsome partner murmurs in returm, pressing his own icy lips to the hollow of Haruhi's neck. She flinches instinctively, but Kyouya's wings trap her in place. She feels like prey; her limbs are so weak that she could be a puppet. If it weren't for Kyouya's support, Haruhi is sure she'd slip and fall the fifteen meters down to the forest floor, and the Kingdom of Ouran would need to hold court to replace her with a new successor before Hallow's Eve. And Kyouya would be part of it.
Sometimes, she still wonders if he isn't using her for the Vampire Kingdom's own political gain.
Kyouya sighs against her collarbone, as if he can read her thoughts. For all that Haruhi knows, he might very well be able to. There must be so many fantastical abilities that he hides from her! For all of her naïveté, Haruhi can recognize a politically savvy character. And yet... surely, everyone falls for true love?
Haruhi sighs too, and Kyouya sinks his fangs into the thin skin of her neck after an innocent kiss. This time, Haruhi lets herself melt into his embrace.