Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Not the characters, nothing.
A/N: rant The thing I hate about popular fandoms like Hp and the like is that you submit something, and five minutes after submission when you go to look for it, it's already on the fifth page! I don't think I'll ever be tempted to write another hp fic again.
Also, just finished watching Series within two days, and it made me laugh so much, I loved it. I know the father's character is a bit OOC, but bear with me, it's fanfiction for a reason.
It was a little after the third semester of the second year. The completely unseen arranged marriage between Haruhi and Hikaru.
No one had foreseen it; the rationalization behind it had been bizarre.
Things just went downhill from there. Little by little, she was loosing the control she had worked so hard to establish over her life, and all by her father. Sadly enough, neither Kyouya nor Tamaki could help her.
It wasn't that she hated Hikaru. She could grow to love him. It wasn't the marriage itself that bothered her, it was what it symbolized.
Her father recklessly tossed around decisions all of a sudden: school, clothes, etiquette to adopt.
It was at that moment when she felt her built world slipping away that Hikaru and Kaoru held out their hands to her. They didn't have to call out, they recognized the fear in her eyes, they understood the tears, and they offered her a safe haven, a refuge. And, as predicted, in her hour of need, she had jumped to their island, into the safety of their arms.
She had jumped into their world.
It was little after that her father realized he was loosing his daughter.
No. He had lost her, and she was unrecognizable.
After that, he had tried to win her back, tried to make up for the mistakes he'd realized he had made.
But she refused every time.
Because once you entered their world, you never came back.