Until the spell breaks
Hey there, this is my first time writing a Ouran high school host club fanfic so please be gentle. It's going to basically be a romantic comedy about all the hosts and Haruhi when they're older (about college age). Here are their ages just to be sure:
Haruhi: 21 almost 22
Hikaru and Kaoru: same
Tamaki: 22 almost 23
Kyoya: same
Honey: 23 almost 24
Mori: same
BTW There won't be any dramatic triangles but there might be some heart breaks, any way I disclaim! Now On With the Show!
Chapter 1
Haruhi gripped the stick with shaking hands, this could not be happening! Not when she is so close to completely her dream. After nearly four years of painstaking work on her law degree; she was only a semester away from getting her diploma and now something like this happens.
Then again fate had never truly been on Haruhi's side whenever she was focused on achieving her one dream. The pregnancy test finished drying and revealed the pink plus sign once again (she had already tried three times just to be sure), it was official she was pregnant.
All the air seemed to be sucked out of the room as she stared blankly at the chemical reddened stick that had changed her life forever. She sunk to floor the titled floor of her father's tiny bathroom; she was grateful that he was still at work so he wouldn't hear her pitiful sobs and come bursting through the door. She saying was staying with him for a little bit because she hated the lonely her apartment gave without anyone else with her…
Haruhi's tiny frame shook as she tried to control herself but a whole new round of tears came through as she thought of the baby's father.
Oh dear lord, what is she going to tell Tamaki? The ex-host club president and her boyfriend of nearly five years was going to be coming back to Japan from a business trip with his father in America in about two weeks. The idiotic blonde was already stressed out with getting ready to take over the Suoh family business; no way could he handle the thought of a baby now.
She glared down at her still flat stomach with slight bitterness, how could she be so stupid?
Despite their awkward beginnings, Tamaki and Haruhi still had a strong relationship. Tamaki still had to flip-flop from country to country sometimes but they kept in constant communication when he was gone. A couple of years ago Tamaki was so bent on the two of them getting married but she was able to distract him from pursuing that cause (with a little help from the other ex-hosts). Even now she wasn't completely ready for that kind of commitment yet, how the hell was she supposed to give birth and raise a baby? Her anxiety was reaching an all-time low; she could feel a blanket of gloom begin to surround her. God she hated it when Tamaki wasn't there to comfort her; it made her feel like she was five years old again, hiding by herself from thunderstorms.
Those times when he was gone, she would still have the rest of the ex-hosts to keep her from being depressed. Suddenly her heart clenched tighter at the thought of her other boys. What will they say when she tells them?
Her stomach churned and she feel like was going to throw up. She made her way to her father's toilet and was just about to open the lid when she heard a scratching from the bathroom door. Haruhi swallowed her bile back down as she got up shakily to her legs and walked over to the door and opened it to reveal a very worried looking Antoinette. Haruhi bent down and let the dog sniff her hand. The golden retriever let out a whine before she nuzzled the human woman's lower abdomen.
Haruhi wrapped her fingers through the golden threads of fur before speaking softly, "I know, girl. I'm knocked up."
Antoinette looked up at her with her big brown puppy dog eyes that reminded Haruhi strangely of Tamaki.
"I'll tell him when he gets back, no need to ruin his trip with his father." Antoinette seemed to take this as a reasonable answer and therefore led Haruhi out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen, no doubt wanting to be fed breakfast.
Haruhi was still clutching the pregnancy test I her hand, she would have to wrap this up and keep it somewhere safe until Tamaki was back. But she would have to tell the guys first.
….…..
"Come on, Kaoru! You have to keep up!" Hikaru shouted at his twin over the pulsating sound of club music.
Kaoru's hands fumbled as he did the finishing touches on his model's dress. The woman was easily a head taller than without her six inch stiletto heels on; Kaoru had to stand on the tips of his toes to zip up her dress completely.
"Hurry up; I'm going to miss my cue!" The model hissed like a snake at him.
Bitch. Was Kaoru's first thought but all his years of yoga and host club training he was able to control his anger and speak politely to the bitchy, half-starved skeleton, "Perfection takes time, princess." Unlike his twin Kaoru was able to control his emotions and let them out at the right time instead of temper-tantrums.
As he smoothed out all the creases of fabric on the girl's back, Hikaru was putting the last touches of blush her naturally high cheekbones. In doing this he had to stand on a small to stool to reach.
Hikaru leaned away just as finished applying the make-up, "There done."
"Same." Kaoru replied stepping back from the model.
"Finally!" The model snapped as she stood up straight affectively making her bottom and breasts look more prominent than they actually were. She then gracefully stalked off towards the catwalk's curtain, in an attempt to make herself look like a sexy cat but to Kaoru she just looked like an angry goose.
Hikaru came up to his twin and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, leading some of his body weight onto him, "It's too early in the morning to deal with bitches."
Kaoru smirked at his irrational twin and ran his fingers through his own gorgeously styled bronze hair, "It's always too early to deal with bitches. But I can't blame her though; we've been up all night for the show and by the looks of it she hasn't eaten a thing all week."
Hikaru shrugged, "Meh, whatever. Speaking of food…" He drawled off as they spotted the buffet cart parked conveniently in the corner.
As on cue both their stomach growled, "Come on, Kao. Let's eat before another powder princess needs to be primped up." Hikaru said before he dragged his twins by the wrist towards their salvation.
Where does he come up with this stuff? Kaoru thought as he let his brother drag him.
They made it to the cart before any of the other stage crew members were able to notice its arrival.
Kaoru munched on a blueberry muffin and played with the measuring tape that was strung over his neck. Hikaru was peeling an orange with a pin needle from the pin-cushion that was strapped to his wrist. The beauty of being the sons of a naturally gorgeous lingerie supermodel (like their mother) was that they could eat anything they wanted and not gain a pound. Yes their genetics were that wonderful.
Kaoru watched the stage crew in awe as they scurried around like mice in a maze moving props, equipment and costumes from place to place. Kaoru knew that the fashion business was a brutal, competitive and superficial game but the twins loved games. At first he was swept away by the glamour of all it, with the extravagant kickass parties, women throwing themselves at his brother and him, and of course being able to say they were talented enough designers to be associated with the Hitachiin label.
Now however, Kaoru was beginning to get tired with this game. He knew Hikaru wasn't on the same page as him, yet. His twin still loved the partying and having different one night stands with any groupie that crossed his path. Hikaru still wasn't over Haruhi, their once crush had broken his brother's heart but he was unable to admit it to himself so he covered up his pain with random women (sometimes men too). Kaoru was never truly in love with Haruhi, he found her cute yes but never as deep as feelings as Hikaru did. He hoped that now that she had been living with the Boss (Tamaki) for almost four years that he would move on. But no such luck.
"Hey, Kao? I know you're a narcissist and all but you've been staring at me for the last five minutes and it's starting to get creepy."
Kaoru blinked in surprise, he hadn't realized that he had blanked out for that long, "Oh sorry, Karu." He muttered before taking another bite of his muffin.
Hikaru seemed to be unconvinced with the apology but thankfully let it be for now, "We should probably be getting on stage now. Mom wants us to do the farewell with her."
"Okay."
The twins made their way the edge of the curtain and gave each other one last look over to make sure their appearance was perfect as usual.
Their mother's voice cut clear through music with the help of her microphone, "Ladies and Gentlemen I would like to thank you all for coming to our fall fashion show. We appreciate all the support you have given our models. Now I would like to introduce the designers that designed and created every outfit in today's show; my wonderful sons Hikaru and Kaoru Hitachiin!"
The twins took their cue and walked onto the catwalk as the applause thunder through the ginormous hall. Kaoru squinted at the stage lights as they attempted to vapourize his retinas; he forced himself not to cover his ears as they piercing squeal of the fangirls. He went through the mechanics of smiling and waving to the fans, wrapping arm through his brother's and kissing their mother adorably on the cheek for the crowd.He had to fight off a migraine for later.
After the show the twins were packing up their makeup cases and getting ready to leave when a familiar ring tone beeped from Hikaru's pocket. Both Hitachiins' heads shot up at the sound."
"Haruhi." They said in unison.
Hikaru's hand dove in his pocket and pulled out his phone. He pressed the speakerphone button as Kaoru edged closer to hear.
"Afternoon, Miss Fujioka. What do we owe this pleasure?"
Haruhi seemed out of breathe as she replied, "I don't have time to joke. I need you guys to come over my apartment tonight; I need to tell you all something."
Kaoru crinkled his brow in confusion, "I thought you were staying at your father's house since the Boss is overseas right now?"
Haruhi's sigh sounded broken on the other end of the connection, "I need to keep this a secret from him right now. Could you guys tell Honey and Mori to meet at my apartment at seven, I'll call Kyoya. I'll even cook for you."
The twins looked at each other for a brief second; they couldn't deny Haruhi anything, "Deal." They replied in unison.
Haruhi sounded relieved, "Thanks you guys are the best. See you tonight."
She hung up then.
The twins gave each other looks of curiosity as Hikaru stuffed his phone back in his pocket, "What do you think she wants?"
Kaoru paused for a moment before replying, "Whatever it is, it has to dire. Haruhi never asks for help."
Hikaru nodded in agreement, whatever was going on with their girl was definitely going to affect the rest of the group.
…..
Thwack thwack.
Mitsukuni watched as the unknown opponent twirled his shinai at Takashi, aiming for his stomach. But Takashi was already anticipating the attack; he dodged with ease before striking the other man across both of his wrists, affectively causing him to drop his shinai on the floor. Mori then kicked his opponent in the stomach causing him to fall onto his back, Mori pointed his shinai straight at his throat.
A bell rang and the referee ran over to Mori and held his arm up in the air, "Morinozuka, Takashi is the winner! He will be once again advancing to the world finals!"
Honey jumped up from his place on the bench and squeal in delight for his husband of two years, "YAY! THAT'S MY MORI!" He screamed louder than any other of Takashi's fans. Mitsukuni was so excited that he raced down the bleachers towards Mori's dressing room as the fans began to dissolve into chaos.
One of the reasons Honey loved being ridiculously small was that he could weave in and out of tough crowds with ease. He brushed his blonde bangs out of his eyes as he finally made it up to the door that was labelled 'Morinozuka dressing room'. Honey was so excited he didn't even think about Mori's imperfect fighting technique, no doubt his husband could never have a chance against himself in a fight.
He pushed open the door revealing Mori just coming out of a shower with a towel wrapped around his waist.
Honey gazed up at the man who was easily twice his height with such affection, "Congratulations, Taka! You'll definitely win the world finals this year too!"
Mori was quiet for a moment before he replied with a simple, "Thank you."
Honey beamed once again and was about to speak but Mori cut him off by bent over and pressing his lips to his. Honey let out a surprised squeak before wrapping arms around Takashi's neck; Mori took it as a sign and lifted Honey into his arms.
They broke apart after a few moments for breath, "I'll always win as long as you watch me." Mori said softly as he pecked Honey on the nose.
Honey sighed softly before replying, "Then I'll never stop watching you."
Mori kissed him once again. Honey had loved Mori for as long as he could remember; when he gave up Karate and judo Mori was supportive for whatever he decided to do with his life. As much Honey tried to deny the warrior side of himself it was in his blood; the Haninozukas were warriors for generations. With such a prestigious family it was difficult for Honey to tell them his true orientation. They were not supportive to say the least; they avoided him like the plague only sending money to feed his cake addiction.
Honey tried not to think of those painful memories right now, "I love you, Mori." He whispered as he nuzzled his nose against Mori's strong neck.
"I love you too, Mitsukuni, always."
Honey beamed once again as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled out the phone and touched the screen to check his messages.
He had a got a text from the Kaoru: Haruhi has something to tell all of us. Bring Mori and yourself to her apartment at seven. BTW she's cooking ;).
He texted back quickly: We'll be there
Honey wondered what Haruhi had in mind, he showed the text to Mori, who grunted in response.
"Well it looks like we're going to have to buy a cake for tonight!" He said happily making Mori roll his eyes.
…
Kyoya was rudely awoken by his infernal alarm clock. The shadow king opened one eye, anger radiated from him; he was up all night going over forms and doing research for preparing himself to take over the Ootori. His brothers were still angry with him for being the one that their father chose to him to be the successor. Kyoya had already stolen the business from right under his father's nose before shoving it back in his face.
After achieving his life's dream at such a young age; Kyoya didn't plan so far ahead that he knew what he was going to after giving the Ootori group back to his father. After giving it back his father named him to be the successor. So for the past four years Kyoya has been studying and living his life like clockwork.
An annoying tapping sound on his door broke him out of his boring thoughts.
"Kyoya! Wakey wakey it's afternoon!" His sister Fuyumi shrieked as she entered his room.
Kyoya growled as he sat up and reached for his glasses on his nightstand. Fuyumi sat down on his bed with two mugs of instant coffee. She handed one out to Kyoya and he gratefully accepted it. He took generous gulp and let the hot contents slide down his throat.
"Shouldn't you be in Fiji with your husband?"
Fuyumi shrugged her shoulders, "He's working so I decided that it would much more fun to bother my little brother on my vacation than tanning on a beach."
Kyoya ignored her sarcasm, "Lucky me."
Fuyumi crossed, "Lose the attitude. Why are you so grumpy lately?"
When Kyoya didn't answer Fuyumi's eyes lit up, "You know what you need? A girlfriend!"
Oh dear lord, please help me. Kyoya thought. "I don't need a girlfriend."
"A boyfriend then? You know I've never figured out your orientation, yet. You've always been a loner and a bit of question mark." She prattled on like that for a while before Kyoya had to intervene.
"Fuyumi?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up."
"Well that was not very nice."
"I don't have time for a girlfriend, right now. There is too much work for me to do; to worry about such things."
Fuyumi pouted, "That's what you always say. All work and no play makes for a dull boy."
Kyoya was about to respond when his phone went off, he reached over to his night table and pressed the speaker button, "Ootori here."
"Kyoya thank goodness you are awake." It was Haruhi.
Kyoya crinkled his brow in confusion; Haruhi never called unless it was absolutely necessary it was one of her aspects that he respected.
"I just woke up. What is it, Haruhi?"
She cleared her throat on the other side of the connection, "Are you free, tonight? I need all of you to come over tonight. I have something that I really need to tell you. It's very important."
Kyoya thought for a moment before replying, "I suppose I could drop by."
"Good. We're meeting at Tamaki's and my apartment at seven. I'll be cooking."
With a quick goodbye they both hung up. Kyoya swung his legs over his bed and on to the floor; he slipped on his slippers and walked towards his bathroom, all while Fuyumi flittered around him, talking non-stop. Kyoya gazed at his reflection in the mirror and smirked as he pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. Well tonight should be interesting.
Chapter end
Okay so that's the end of chapter 1. I've introduced everybody and Mori and Honey are married! Surprise! I'll update faster as long as I get reviews.
So please R&R