This was just something I needed to get out of my head, and so I managed a short story after trying for three years. However, if reviews want more than chapters, they will have to help give ideas.

Chapter 01

Runaway

Now—

"S-Senpai, we have to get to the Host Club—nh!" Her hands clung tightly to his backside.

He did not reply vocally as he thrust inside her once again to hear a peep of interest in their actions, it was all he needed to be so aroused. They were short on time though, the Host Club sent him to fetch their Princess because of his keen instincts, though really it was planned out. From the first library to the third music room, the dojo was near the middle on the outskirts, and there were no female participants. In truth, he did not know how this relationship began with her no matter how many times she explained it to him. All he knew was that he would not dare hurt her anymore than he had when he was not in control of himself, it was a promise he made to her almost one month ago.

One last thrust and he reached his limits before settling down on the bench, panting with a red face.

His dark grayish blue-hues watched as she straightened herself up, took away the condom to flush down the toilet to rid the evidence, and return with a wet washcloth. She began to clean his flushed face gently with the cool cloth to calm the blood that went to his cheeks and forehead from the adrenaline received. He was not used to this because he was finally in control of himself since three weeks ago—almost one month, but she obviously adjusted to these actions. The only thing that kept him sane in this part was knowing that she said she was all right, and knowing that she would take care of him.

"Has your blood settled down?" She asked softly, only to see the blood rise in his face again. "…Senpai."
Realizing that he was getting excited again, he covered his face to hide it from her. "No… sorry…"
"The others are going to get suspicious soon, we have three minutes left." Her hand removed his.
His eyes closed softly as she wiped his face, neck, and nape to cool him down. "Thank you."

There was no reply as she finished wiping him down to make it seem like nothing happened to either of them before getting to the Host Club. Her face was not flushed anymore, she had adjusted to this sort of thing a little over two months ago, back to when it was something still new to her. They paused everything as they heard the Karate Club passing by to get to the dojo, making this their cue to go out the back way into an empty hall. This was nothing but a routine to them, but there was still one thing that the male partner was not used to after having intercourse.

"Don't you feel a draft?" The female asked, causing the male to fix his pants in that very second.
His indecency made him worry that she was uncomfortable; thinking he was doing it on purpose. "Sorry."
"It's fine, but we can't continue doing this, we're going to get caught." This was what she said each time.
"I'll pay for the consequences." Despite saying this constantly, she was not happy about it. "We're late."
She glared at him for the moment, but sighed to keep a leveled head. "We still have one min—Senpai!"

One minute was one minute, so he picked her up and ran to the third music room, making it with but a few seconds to spare. As usual, she was scolded for taking her sweet time to get there and having them send a senior classman to find her. In return, she would protest and say that she got lost in her studies, was looking for a book to use for class, and sometimes that she was not feeling well. The last excuse was what she told them today since her partner carried her like a carcass to the music room, so it made everyone but the Shadow King and tall giant concerned for her. Seconds later, girls began filing in and hurrying to the female dressed as a male, panicking when they eavesdropped enough to hear that she was not feeling well. All she had to do was raise her hands in defense and say that she would be okay so long as she was able to spend her time with the customers.

"Haruhi's still a dangerous host, sick or not." A male grumbled next to his twin. "She needs to cool off."
His bother patted his shoulder. "Don't worry Hikaru, I'm sure it's just a phase." He said with assurance.
"How can you say that Kaoru?" The heated twin replied. "It won't be long until someone confesses."
"Well, Haruhi has had well over twenty girls a month confess their love since Christmas." Another spoke.
"W-W-What? Girls have been confessing to my beloved Haruhi?" Once shrieked. "It's a lie Kyouya!"
"Not at all Tamaki, in fact, with the change in attitude around three months ago, it's doubled Tamaki."

"Haru-chan's attitude changed?" A little senior asked cutely. "Is it because Haru-chan has been studying really hard since then?" He then thought about it a little. "That's almost two months before we started to send Takashi to find her since Kendo Club isn't as busy this month, right Takashi?" The little one smiled.

"Hn." Morinozuka Takashi replied with a grunt; anything that he could say would most likely be a lie.

"I've got it!" Beamed the excited Host Club King, standing up on a table as he pointed to the ceiling. "Our Haruhi is so stressed from studying so much that we will have a Host Club party! Everyone's invited!"
'Stressed or not, if the party is on my behalf, shouldn't I have a say on whether I would want to participate or not?' Haruhi sighed in annoyance, knowing her words would not matter. 'Now I'm really feeling unwell.'
"I suppose we can host a party for the end of the month," Ohtori Kyouya announced. "We'll have to resort to minimum use of our other activities regarding costumes if we're going to manage this without a hitch."

As the Host Club began to discuss the party with the customers, Takashi looked over to see the female fall back against one of the very distant couches. Her hand was up to her forehead as if checking herself to see if she was coming up with a fever or believing she was somehow red in the face. It was true that she had been studying twice as hard these past three months, but four weeks ago he found out why that was. Takashi shoved the memories aside by walking over to her, standing tall and expressionless as always, but this caused her to somewhat tense up. The reason of her reaction was silently understood, which was why he did not reach out and ask if she was all right or not, but she really did seem stressed.

"I'm fine, Senpai." Fujioka Haruhi claimed as she looked away tiredly. "I'm not going to run away."

Though this was not what he meant, he would accept it by knowing what she meant. "Hn."

"Haruhi-senpai is the victor!" A middle school student cheered with a grin. "Stop going easy Taka-nii!"

For the past near month, Takashi forced her to come to the Morinozuka estate to learn Judo in their dojo so she could fend for herself. During the week, they would spend two hours practicing nonstop, and then five hours on the weekend when the Host Club had nothing planned. Since he was teaching her Judo, she did not need to be strong to defeat her opponents; she just needed to use her opponent against them. However, the Morinozuka family began to learn that, while Takashi taught her how to perfect Judo, she was learning Jujitsu on her own. It was fitting for her since she did not have the strength needed to punch someone unconscious, so learning the 'gentle' ways was right for her.

"Ah…" Takashi rubbed his head slowly.

In all honesty, he was using half of his ability to fight Haruhi since they have been working on her Judo for the past three weeks—going on the fourth week. However, she was already taking him down while also using only half of her abilities; mixing Judo and Jujitsu together during their sparring time made her, well, dangerous. The Morinozuka head, Akira, decided to teach her about pressure points that she could hit if she had no choice but to use her own fighting ability. After her lesson on those points, Takashi came to her, telling her that—if necessary, she should kick male attackers between the legs.

"That should be two hours, right?" Haruhi asked as she sat on a bench. "Satoshi-kun, what—"
"It's almost 18:00," Morinozuka Satoshi answered, knowing what she would ask. "Here, towel."
She looked at the object in hand, and took it gently as always; it too was routine. "Thank you."
"I'll tell Father the outcome of today's practice." With this, he fled the scene, leaving the two.
Haruhi watched him run away enthusiastically. 'Was Mori-senpai ever that energetic before?'

A towel plopped on her head, and she looked up to see her teacher.

"It's time for you to take a shower." Takashi stated before leaving—only to be smacked with the towel.
Once he turned to her, she stood up. "You're never going to take me seriously during sparring, are you?"
"I will never hurt you again," he replied sternly, but in the end, he came to her side to escort her out.
"You weren't yourself those times, and the fact that you can't recall what happened, proves it, right?"

His hand grabbed her, turned her to look at him, and they stopped in the hall before reaching his room. "Whether I was conscious of my actions or not, I am still responsible for everything that happened to you." With this, he saw his hand on her, so he removed it to walk a few feet in front of her to keep his distance.
"That's why I'm not telling you what you did, how it happened, or why it happened." This caused the giant to stop in place to hear her out. "You knew based on my reactions what happened, but I never confirmed it aloud." They stared at one another. "All I can do for you is prevent you from doing it to someone else."
"Haruhi," as rare as it was for him to say her name, he said it nonetheless. "Whatever I had done to you is clearly unforgiveable, despite that, you continue to be near me like this. I need to become a better man—" before he could finish his sentence, she slapped him across the face, and he did not move a centimeter.
"We learn from our mistakes. Stop focusing on things you can't change by focusing on the things you can. A Morinozuka doesn't let others worry, right?" Her large chocolate brown hues watched him stare at her with astonishment. "I learned that you can become irrational, but I've dealt with that side of you before."

Without hesitation, he wrapped her in his arms for a grateful hug.

The two went into his room, locking the doors behind them so Haruhi would not have to worry about any type of people—especially Satoshi, walking in on her. She walked into the large bathroom and stripped from her smelly martial arts uniform to earn herself a nice hot shower to get rid of the two hours of sweat. Takashi was in the bedroom changing out of his own uniform until hearing the shower start, just thinking of it was starting to get him aroused. Her form hidden beneath all of the male clothing was a very nice feminine body even though he had yet to see its full form, barely anything for that matter. When they were doing the deed, Haruhi was very firm about the limit of skin that she showed, but Takashi was worried. He wanted to go in there and make an excuse to see her naked, but he had too much pride and respect for the female to do this. Still… trying to imagine what her body looked like in the shower was slowly starting to corrupt his mind, causing him to collapse on the bed in thought.

Minutes later the water stopped running in the bathroom that meant that she began to get dress until growling in frustration. Takashi got up on his feet, knocked on the door politely a few times, and asked her if there was a problem in the bathroom for her. It turned out that she forgot to bring a t-shirt with her, so he went to his dresser to give her one of his own, but she was very reluctant to accept his clothing. To choose between wearing her worn school uniform or Takashi's oversized shirt, she had to pick latter. Her hand reached out, grabbed the shirt from his hand, placed it on, and walked out with an upset look. It was revealing the straps of her sports bra and a very light cavern between her breast, but the shirt rested on her nape, causing him to subconsciously fix it—

"Don't," she demanded sharply, drawing suspicion. "S-Sorry, my neck and shoulders are sore."
"The shirt will fit better if you even it in the back." The giant stated. "Would you like a massage?"
"No, it's fine… I should be fixing dinner for your family." Haruhi nudged him to go first, messing up.
He pulled away gently. "What are you hiding from me?" This made her silent, so he won this time.

His hand came up and turned her back to him, allowing him to lower the shirt carefully from her nape to see what she was trying to hide from him. There was not one, but three very large bruises just below her nape across her shoulder blades, which meant he did them since she hid them. He wanted an instant explanation for not being told that he bruised her, so he lifted her up and tossed her gently on the bed. That alone caused her shirt to rise almost over her breasts—revealing several more bruises that were very similar to hand prints. Now it began to make sense to him as to why she did not want her clothes to be removed; it was so he could not see the abuse he has done to her.

"I did this," Takashi practically stated as she quickly lowered the shirt. He lifted it up a bit and placed a hand against one of the bruises… and it matched. "Why didn't you tell me?" Grayish blue hues turned to look into her brown orbs to see her resisting his question. "Why didn't you tell me that I was hitting you?"

"You never hit me, Senpai." Haruhi answered softly as she sat up, "You didn't raise a hand to me."
"But I did this to you?" Hearing this made her look away, and now he was serious. "Why did I—"
"You're possessive," she interrupted. "The first time, you were really aggressive, after that…"
Takashi was going to grab her shoulders, but paused to lift her sleeves; bruises. "After that?"
"You were really possessive after that and didn't exactly hold back until I gave up." She stated.

"Haruhi, why did you let me abuse you, and not say something to me?"

The female was getting tired on repeating herself to him. "I bruise easily for one thing, but you're just very rough, and that's to be expected." She brushed his hand away to lower her sleeve. "The only things on my body that hurt are the hickeys you gave me above my shoulder blades. Those are most recent."

He fell to his knees and bowed on the floor to her, begging her to forgive him for everything that he had done to her without being aware of it, and she did. Haruhi accepted the apology and stated that it was in the past, and they could work on the future, causing him to stir within himself. Moments ago, he finally had a glimpse of her body by mistake due to tossing her on his bed, but now he wanted more. Catching glimpse of the bulge rising in his pants made her regret forgiving him so easily as he got up to tower over her body. Here in his bedroom, they did not have to worry about being caught with his doors locked to keep everyone else out, it was just the two of them. Takashi lowered his face to hers, cautiously kissing her bottom lip for privilege to continue on their youthful exercises that they did at school. She was used to this; despite very giving to his little cousin, it turned out that he was very needed once learning the truth…

Some of the truth.

"You've used your last one," she meant condom, and slipped out from under him.
Takashi grabbed her and forced her to lie on the bed. "I bought another box today."
"You went through thirty-six in a month." Haruhi growled. "But I guess I can't complain."
"…are you pregnant?" He was aware that he did not use condoms until this month.
"No, I took pills the entire time to make sure." She frowned. "Why are you asking?"

"Tamaki…" the rules were not to bring others up, but he was. "Said you were stressed."
"I'm always stressed with the Host Club, don't take it to heart." Haruhi lied there tiredly.
"So he wasn't just running his mouth?" That was the real question, stressing her more.
"Stop worrying so much, Sensei," She stared at the ceiling. "You sound like you're—"

When she paused to stop herself from her words, he looked at her for answers.

However, before he could even attempt to ask her about it, there was a knock on the door with Satoshi complaining about how late they were. Haruhi looked at the time next to Takashi's bed to see that it said 20:35, causing her to get up from the bed to leave the room, and accidentally slammed the door shut after unlocking it to get out. Due to the aggression to the door, Satoshi shuttered and got out of the way in case she would strike at him—she was dangerous when angry. He squeaked in fear when she looked at him, but thankfully, it was to ask if he had a long sleeved shirt since his clothing would not be as big on her like Takashi's would be. They made a quick stop to his room so she could slip on a black long-sleeved shirt under the large white short-sleeved one, making her feel much more comfortable.

"Fujioka-san," a voice called from behind the two whom walked side by side. "I had servants buy some kasuzuke if you're interested in making it for the family tonight." It was the head of the Morinozuka family.

Her brows furrowed together confusedly, "you mean… you don't know?"
"Eh?" The two Morinozuka members looked at her confusedly from this.
"Morinozuka-senpai… he's actually…" she explained from there on.

Leaving the two to stare at her, just before Takashi came out of his room.

Akira cleared his throat to change the subject. "Thank you for that very needed information, how about I give it to you as a gift for you and your father then, hmm?" He bowed to her. "We look forward for dinner."
Once their father left, Satoshi turned to look at his brother up and down as if learning something new about him. "Wow… even Haruhi-senpai knows things our family doesn't—ow! Ow! OW! OW! I'm sorry!"
His cheeks were being stretched out by the female demon at his side. "I thought Akira-san said not to have this mentioned, right?" She stretched them out further. "You're such an energetic little pest."
"Wah! I'm s—sorry!" Once he apologize, she released his face, and he ran away towards the first floor before stopping by the stairs. "You really are a demon when you're mad!" She took one step. "AH!"
Haruhi exhaled exasperatedly before heading to the kitchen at her own pace. "Sometimes I wonder if there's any sane estate amongst the Host Club member." Her wrist was grabbed, and she looked up.

Takashi was obviously baffled and in shock despite not showing it. "You told them?"

Her gaze left his, "no… I didn't tell them that we've been 'acting indecent' at school." That was what Takashi would call it. "There was something else that I wanted Akira-san to know since it came up in a subject, but anyway," she looked up at him again. "Can you escort me to the kitchen so I can cook?"

"Ah," another part of their routine…

Martial arts training from the Morinozuka family, and in return, homemade cooking from Fujioka Haruhi.

Since she was only cooking for herself and the Morinozuka family, it only took her an hour to fix up some original meals instead of something fancy. The head chef would always watch for multiple reasons; there might be something the family was allergic to, and how he wanted to learn how she cooked. Once the meals were cooked for four people since their mother was out of the country, the chefs helped her bring out the meals so they group could eat. Since it was natural for the wife to be at Akira's left side and his eldest son on his left, Satoshi always offered his seat next to Takashi so she would not sit next to their mother. If there was anything that they did not want to do was make her uneasy by sitting next to her friend's parent, so the siblings tried to avoid it.

Distant thunder outside made itself present ten minutes into their dinnertime.

Haruhi visibly flinched, and the three males saw this. "Um… I… I should be going home, it's a little late."
"Yes, a storm will be coming soon. Would you like to be dropped off?" Akira offered appropriately.
"Thank you, I would certainly appreciate it." She smiled in return and stood from her seat—
Takashi spoke instantly to stop her. "Father, may we allow Haruhi to stay the night?"
"I believe our guest declared she would like to go home Takashi." He answered.

"Her father works late nights, and Haruhi is terrified of thunderstorms. I would hate to have her alone while the storm comes." Takashi knew that she was going to be angry with him. "Despite that all guest rooms are being remolded, she could stay in either Satoshi or my room, Satoshi and I will sleep together."
Akira also felt the dark aura of the angrily female guest; who enjoyed having their fears announced to others so openly? "I suppose I can allow this, if you and Satoshi do in fact, share a room for the night." As his son's lips were going to part with gratitude, he added. "First, you should ask if this is what she wants."
He was too afraid to look her in the eye, fearing that he would be looking at the monstrous third demon that Tamaki and the twins had mentioned during a meeting. "I know you may not feel comfortable staying within the estate walls, but you will have company, and you would not be alone. Would you please stay?"
"Sorry, Senpai, but that's too complicated. I can't explain to the others that I stayed the night here and not expect them to ask how I managed to get to school with you and Satoshi-kun." Haruhi knew that it would be too much for her, and she bowed apologetically. "I'm still uncomfortable with them knowing the truth."
"You can say that we were all helping one another for the tests that are coming up soon." Satoshi joined the conversation, earning a scowl from the rest of the group. "Well… we can drop you off a block away from Ouran Academy, right?" Hopefully they would all stop glaring at him soon. "There's no foul play!"

"Even so, I would have to change into a clean school uniform, and borrow my friend's won't work." She half-joked, but was half-serious. "I'm not going to ask for my clothes to be washed just from staying the night. So, I'm sorry, but I can't." Haruhi grabbed her plates and headed towards the kitchen to wash—

Takashi stood from his seat at the table. "Then may I stay the night at your apartment?"
"S-Senpai, that's inappropriate, you know my dad won't be there." How could he ask this in front of his own father? The last thing they needed was him to get suspicious. "I'll be fine, I've dealt with this—
He went down on his hands and needs, now begging her to allow him to accompany her. "I'll sleep in the family room, on the floor. You can lock your door for all I care." His forehead reached the floor. "Please."
'I don't like when he knows how to get to me.' However, she knew how to get back at him. "If it's okay with Akira-san, I suppose I can tell my dad that you want to stay the night." With that, she went to the kitchen.
His father shook his head before answering. "You're focused on protecting her, do as you see fit."

"Then can I go too?" Satoshi grinned widely.
Akira glanced at him sternly for this. "No."

"Listen, if you try anything funny, I'll never forgive you." Haruhi stated after making his futon in the other room where he claimed he would sleep. "I should be able to trust you enough to leave the door unlocked.

Even though she said this to him while wearing only his and his brother's shirts from the looks of it, the loud thunder cackled outside, making her squeak in fright. Takashi knew not to take advantage of her while she was scared to death by the storm, but he did not know if he could hold himself back. It was obvious that there was a side of him that he was not aware of, an aggressive side of him that did not show Haruhi any mercy. He picked her up in his arms and lied her down in her futon, tucking her in carefully before telling her to sleep well during the night. Another loud earth quaking thunder roared above their heads that lead Haruhi to hide under her covers to protect herself. His first thought was chuckle and laugh a little at her reaction, but he decided with lying on top of her covers, next to her.

"Can I stay right here, like this? Until you fall asleep?" Takashi asked quietly right before another loud thunder lashed out, forcing Haruhi to embrace him as she trembled. "It's okay, it's going to pass soon."

Not only could he feel her trembling in his arms, he could feel his shirt becoming a little damp as he heard her sniffling against him. The last thing he wanted was to see this strong young woman cry, but he did not know what to do as he too was beginning to become tired. He kissed her head in hopes of it making things better for her, but she did seem to notice, so he lifted her head to kiss her forehead. She stared at him, looking at him closely as if trying to figure out who he was through her teary eyes, but she was too cute to let it pass. A flash of lightning appeared through the window as Takashi brought all of her attention to him as he caressed her face before kissing her on the lips.

Haruhi jerked away as thunder struck. "I-I said not to do anything funny!"
"Focus on only me." He lifted the covers for her. "I won't do anything."
"Yes you will, I see it in your eyes, if you don't sleep it will happen."
Takashi sat up slowly when hearing this. "That's when I do it?"

Her eyes widened, realizing what she said. "It… no… yes… but…" thunder clashed again as tears flowed with fear of the noise. "E-Everyone knows your different when you're tired Senpai, but you don't become aggressive when you're tired, but you've come on to me before." Another wave of thunder struck, but this time Takashi forced her under the covers as he still laid on them. "They don't know about when you—"

Once more, another clash of thunder, this time, Takashi felt it coming and kissed the female deeply to stop her from crying, shaking, and talking. She stared at him as the tears stopped due to being stunned by the type of kiss she received from him, and he leaned against her for more. Another few second as thunder appeared again, but Takashi made sure she focused on only him as he started to get into the mood. He cursed himself mentally as he was getting tired due to it being 1:00 as the clock said, but this was giving him the energy he needed as they parted lips. Never had he used his tongue before; it was almost like instincts, and Haruhi seemed used to it… it also seemed like she knew what was next. A pair of hands came up and placed themselves on his shoulder blades to have him press against her to hold.

It was killing him to know they needed to be trusted by their parents—and each other, so Takashi dealt with the pain in his lower region as he began to kiss her neck. Haruhi nudged him away from her neck with her head as a sign of not wanting him to kiss her there, and it confused him a little until she did the same. Or rather, that was what he thought until she lowered his shirt collar to kiss and bite at his collarbone, eventually causing him to hiss at the pain. Takashi then felt her abandon his skin; she wanted him to know what would happen if he had continued on her neck—and if her father saw, oh boy. It was silently settled upon kissing each other's lips as the thunder died down in the background, fading slowly.

God, he was falling for her.