Hello, everyone, and welcome to my first fanfic! I'm creating it with the most amazing person in the world, Miss Fae ( u/5515648/Myth-Magyk-Fae), and it's been pretty fun. Please check out her page, she also has this chapter up, as well as an awesome Fairy Tail fanfiction going on as well. Hope you enjoy!
Heya people! Welcome to my second fanfic. The person who has their message above mine is the beautiful, wonderful, and hilarious authoress I'm lucky enough to call my best friend! It's her first fanfic so be nice ( ; her account is Oort Cloud so if you're one of my readers, or just on my profile go look her up please. We'll be your co-authoresses for this story, I hope you all enjoy. Please review and if anyone has a request, problem, or anything else pm me!
Now then Kitty, the disclaimer so our asses aren't sued please: Yes, right. We in no way own or claim to own Ouran High School Host Club. All rights go to Bisco Hatori, the creator of this wonderful anime/manga.
Haruhi strolled happily on her way home from school. It had been a relatively uneventful day (well, as calm as it can be around the host club), something she was grateful for. She felt at peace, tilting her head back and letting the sun warm her face. Perhaps she would take a nice long bath when she got home, or maybe prepare a snack and finally begin reading that books she's been meaning to start. Then again, she did have quite a bit of homework, and it would make the most sense to get it out of the way from the very start, not to mention that she needs to run to the market and pick up some seaweed and rice so she can prepare dinner later. Haruhi sighed, realizing that she'd probably be staying up late tonight again instead of getting proper sleep because of all the housework she had along with keeping her grades up. She tried not to let it bother her too much, and decided to do some of her schoolwork next to her favorite pond so she could relax a bit before returning home for a hectic night of work. Not like that was anything new, but she deserved a bit of a break, and she might as well relish this peaceful day. No use ruining it over something so silly as a little work.
Upon returning home, Haruhi immediately got down to business. Sitting by the pond had rejuvenated her, allowing her a few blissful, stress-free moments. Even the crowded market wasn't able to break the calmness that sitting in the park had brought her. As soon as she stepped foot through the door, though, all that evaporated, and her mind was completely preoccupied with nothing but chores. She almost missed the peacefulness, but she knew that very little would get done without at least a little bit of sweat and grime.
She had just finished setting out plates for dinner and rolling the rice balls in strips of seaweed when she heard a knock on the door. That's odd, Ryoji was usually home later than this. Oh well, at least this meant that they could start and finish dinner earlier. Maybe she would be able to get her homework out of the way before midnight today. She could certainly use with the extra sleep keeping up with the baka Host Club. Another knock came, more insistent this time. "Alright, hold on, I'm coming," Haruhi called, rushing to the front door. Ryoji must have forgotten his keys, which wasn't all that uncommon really, considering how careless he could be. Swinging open the door, Haruhi was met with one very nervous looking father and three hooded figures. A single beat passed as she looked, seemingly unphased, before Ryoji was suddenly yanked inside roughly, the door slamming in the faces of the threatening strangers. A yelp of surprise came from outside, followed by a loud banging against the door which resounded throughout the house like thunder. Haruhi leaned against the door, as if her tiny body would be enough to prevent one of the monsters outside from getting in. She turned to her stunned father who still sat in shock on the ground. In a calm, yet irritated voice she shouted at her father,"get the phone, dammit, and call the police!"
Ryoji blinked a few times, before jumping to his feet. "Haruhi, wait! They're not dangerous!"
She looks at him in disbelief and frustration, "What do you mean? Who are they, and why are they dressed like that?" Haruhi moved away from the door reluctantly, allowing her dad to rush forward and throw it back open again, murmuring what must have been an apology in some odd language. The group stepped in and lowered their hoods. There were two square-jawed men, flanking a slender woman. Something about her face seemed so familiar, but Haruhi knew it couldn't be who she thought it was. There was no way. She stood there, studying the lady, her slim figure, her short, brown hair, that soft smile. This must be an illusion, but it was a beautiful deception, one that she would be happy to live in forever. Seeing that face made her unable to hold her facade, her normally sarcastic and strong personality. Acting as she did so long ago, the way she only ever would with one or two people; she leapt forward, throwing her arms around her mother and pulling her in close, bowing her head into the nook of her shoulder and squeezing her tight. It felt like she had her arms wrapped around her apparently deceased mother for a mere couple of seconds when she felt a gentle hand rest on her shoulder. She looked up at her father's face, and realized that her vision was blurry from tears that she hadn't even felt well up in her eyes.
"I think we ought to explain," he whispered hoarsely, leading the group into the kitchen. "I suppose you know by now that your mother isn't really dead," he began, wiping away tears of his own as he reached for his wife's hand.
"We're sorry for having kept you in the dark for so long." Kotoko's voice was just as calm and musical as Haruhi remembered it to be. "But you must understand that we had to. For you and your father's safety. There was an assassin you see, one that was far smarter and more dangerous than any our country had encountered before..." Kotoko trailed off, glancing up and meeting Haruhi's eyes briefly before flickering back down to her and Ryoji's enfolded hands. Haruhi felt like she must have inhaled some toxic gas. Assassin? Our country? What was that supposed to mean? Her mother must have somehow seen the masked confusion on her face, something only she had ever been able to do, because she quickly rushed into the rest of the explanation. "I know, it doesn't make sense right now, but, well, just listen. You see, we're royalty, Haruhi. I am the queen of a country, your father the rightful king, and you, the crown princess." Haruhi stared blankly, letting that whole convoluted sentence sink in. "We're royalty." Kotoko repeated gently once more, as if saying it enough times would make the whole situation seem less surreal. "Shortly after you were born, an assassin attempted to kill us. I was scared for you, darling. Both of you. Your father married into the crown, he wasn't used to court and figuring out who to trust. So we decided to move here until they caught the assassin. After a few years it came to the point where laws meant to prevent a monarch from ruling for too long took effect, and I, as crown princess, was forced to return and rule. Since I couldn't simply leave my country behind any longer, and the threat remained it was decided it would be best for you two to stay here. No one would suspect a small, not so well off family to have royal ties, after all. Now, however, the assassin has been captured, and it's finally safe for you two to return."
Haruhi didn't say anything and just let her gaze wander from one face to another, studying each intensely. Was this just some cruel joke? She craned her neck to look over at what must be her mother's guards, studying their faces to see if there was any hint of a smile, some indicator of a joke on those rough faces of theirs. She didn't see any. She turned back to her alleged mother.
"So," Ryoji spoke up, his voice still wavering, "we've decided to give you the choice of whether you would rather stay here, or return to our home country." Haruhi was suddenly aware of everyone's eyes watching her, and she felt her face flush. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Closing it, she licked her lips and opened it again. Finally, she managed to regain some composure and squeak out a trembling sentence.
"I..."