The lights were flashing in her eyes.
It felt like her breath would be nearing its last.
Haruhi thus decided to savor each breath she took, seeing as it might be her last…
The day had started out as normal as you could define normal at Ouran Institution.
She had gone to all of her classes. Attended the Host Club.
And then–
She didn't remember what happened next. Details, at best, were sketchy.
Two arms linking theirs to hers.
Lifting her off the ground.
Crammed into a nearby car.
To here.
She wanted to run her hands through her hair, only to find out her hands were bound together.
Had she fainted? And why were her hands bound?
The light was still flashing. She was hearing voices.
Hikaru? Kaoru?
What had they planned for her now?
Some yelling in the background. A woman's voice.
A crash. Some sharp reprimanding.
The woman now loomed over her. She cocked something (a gun, perhaps?) on her shoulder.
"Now, close your eyes. This'll be over in a matter of seconds."
I getting killed.
It seemed too incredulous to be plausible. Even the twins wouldn't be doing something this morbid. Was this some new game that they had decided to drag her into?
A gun – at least it felt like one – was pressed against her earlobe, aimed directly at her head.
She wanted to yell, scream, say something in protest, but found that she couldn't.
Was her mouth bound too? She couldn't tell. At least she wasn't gagging. Not yet at least.
The gun rammed harder against her hair. She shivered from the touch of metal.
"Just a few more seconds before it's all over."
She didn't want to die.
She didn't even have the chance to say her last words.
Her father was at work right now.
Her mother.
Am I going to see you soon, dear Mother in Heaven?
"Now."
Bang!
It had to be a gun. Wasn't that a gunshot she'd just heard?
Haruhi shut her eyes as tight as they could go. She flinched.
But…
…where was the pain?
She opened her eyes. Blinked a bit.
The woman looked at her. She smiled. "You looked like you were about to be killed, dear girl. Don't worry, it's over."
Haruhi found herself sitting up. She looked around her surroundings.
Only to see that she was surrounded by racks and racks of glitter, earrings, jewelry, accessories, and stuffed animals.
The woman leaned towards her, and cupped Haruhi's ear.
"See? Look at that. You know, you look really cute with earrings on."
Weird one-shot, isn't it? And it's pretty obvious that I don't have my ears pierced because this was based off of my strange imagination. I'm sorry if it's horribly unaccurate, and if anyone cares to tell me the real process, I'm open.
I've noticed that there are quite a few Haruhi-dies-and-everyone-angsts-over-it fics in the Ouran fandom, and that was how I came up with this. I kind of wanted to do something like that except without Haruhi actually dying. Hope it turned out okay.
Thanks for reading!