Greetings and Salutations!Here is Chapter Six of Silent Challenges. I hope you're doing well; thanks for reading!Title: Silent ChallengesSeries: Chapter Six, 848 wordsPairing/Character: Mori & HaruhiRating: TSummary: "Quietly seating himself next to her, his sudden presence caused in her a startled jump and a smile."Cross-posted to ouran_fanficsLink to FF.Net
She had been back in Boston for a week, partaking in school for several of those days. Mori and Huni had yet to return, though for the sake of normalcy, Haruhi saw no reason not to jump back into the essentials of her routine. And so with the arrival of Saturday afternoon, she grabbed her coat and headed for the library.
Having gotten into their apartment late in the night, Takashi allowed himself the unthinkable and decided to sleep in. It remained unannounced that he and Huni had made their arrival, and he began wondering, amongst other things, what to do with himself.
He had yet to visit with Haruhi, and weeks had passed since he had last spoken to her. The nature of his time out of the country left him without the use of a cell phone, though he wasn't sure he would have bothered using it in the first place.
While being gone from his family and friends for the holidays had been difficult, Takashi had no reservations about his time away, and would not feel sorry for the nature of his absence. It had been an honor, really; assisting a persecuted family in reaching a much safer, permanent place. To be used not only as a trusted guide, but as a protective resource against those who wished to cause harm. For now, though, he was happy to be home. At least, near people who reminded him of home.
Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, Takashi prepared himself quickly. It was Saturday afternoon, and he had somewhere important to be.
Upon entering the library, Haruhi's location was not immediately clear. Not finding her seated at any of the tables, Takashi began walking the aisles. It wasn't long before he found her, curled up in a corner, flipping through the pages of a book. Quietly seating himself next to her, his sudden presence caused in her a startled jump and a smile.
"Takashi,' he gently reminded her.
"Takashi. How was your trip?"
Taking a moment to respond, he busied himself tracing circles on the top of Haruhi's hand.
"It was alright."
"Well, that's good. I'm glad you're back."
It was quite some time before the two of them emerged from the corner. Alternating between light conversation and reading alongside one another, it was indeed an afternoon well spent.
It had taken Takashi a considerable amount of time to decide that he would act on the feelings he had for Haruhi. At first he had been concerned with not wanting to change the dynamic of the host club, and then wanting to allow the still-high-school-bound Haruhi time for herself. Ultimately, he had decided that each of those outcomes were for other people to decide, and he would be doing himself a disservice to not pursue the only thing his heart could truly want.
There was no uncertainty within him about how he viewed her, or how she made him feel. Haruhi noticed within people the intentions no one else could see, and her sense of justice may have been her sharpest characteristic of all. Takashi loved her for that.
He respected that she was a force to be reckoned with, but it did not escape him that she was still delicate and small. Within him was not so much a wanting to protect her, but the feeling that he was designed to protect her. Inside Haruhi was a quiet ferocity that would carry her far, and help her to do great things. As Takashi understood, however, in life there is no guarantee of safety in noble endeavors.
Having arrived in front of her apartment door, Haruhi and Takashi readied to say goodbye for the night. Regardless that it meant separating from her, Takashi relished in knowing that he was now –in his opinion—obligated to additional gentlemanly expectations.
Mentally, he tried to stop time. He did his best to keep from overthinking. Gazing downward, running his fingers through her hair, Takashi slowly leaned forward to give Haruhi his first kiss.
She smelled like fresh air and lavender. For a moment, she pulled away, if only to meet his gaze and softly smile. Leaning in for another kiss, she raised herself up on her toes. She placed a hand on his side, and as their mouths met Takashi could feel Haruhi tighten her grip. Closing his eyes, he drank her in as if he would willingly drown.