Hello everyone! I'm actually rewriting a story by another artist, which is a first for me! The couple is one I'd only considered for a few moments, but the way it was originally written, I loved the random romance, as well as the odd support which doesn't really seem to go out of character for them.
Warning! This story will have gruesome and horrible moments as well as character deaths. I will not hold punches, but I will change the deaths a bit, get things into a little darker and more psychotic state before things start to get better, and I'll definitely change the ending.
Also, at the same time, I think this is my first non oneshot that DOESN'T have a lemon!
Prepare for the worst, Ouran high school host club fans!
And to AkimiB, Thank you for such an intriguing story, and such a unique inspiration!
On with the show!
Disclaimer- Ouran high school host club is not mine, the storyline isn't mine, It's all stolen! MY WHOLE LIFE IS A LIE!
Chapter 1- Ceremonial interruption
He couldn't stop the chanting as his eyes darted around the room, occasionally distorted by the sweat dripping into his violet eyes. Everyone turned to him, startled for a second before the panic could really set in.
"Tono!" Hikaru ran up, grasping the shoulders of the shaking young man as his back his the wall, his knees buckled and he slid down the wall, the chanting in his ears finally dying off, allowing him to hear the world around him.
"This isn't good. This isn't good!" He yelled, grabbing Kaoru by the shoulders and screaming as the door behind him opened again.
"Every darkness has a light, Suou-san." Nekozawa Ukehito smiled, only the sheen from his teeth visible beneath the darkness of the robes and wig shining through. "It may not be good for you, but I'll finally have peace. The ceremony you just interrupted just placed some very dark and powerful spirits in your soul. It'll be interesting to see if you go mad, or just die quickly. Congratulations, I'll have a lot to learn from your misfortune." The smile shone brighter, a light blue flash from his eyes shining around the room as Beelzeneff rubbed his little paws together. The 'fufufu' was heard, as were the slowly retreating footsteps as Tamaki's eyes flashed around the room. "The chanting finally stopped. I don't understand, how in the hell did that doll see me coming?!" He grabbed Hikaru and shook him, tears and sweat both freely flowing from him. "I'm going to die, I can't understand the voices, but I know that's what they're saying..." Tamaki swallowed hard.
"There's an easy way to fix this." Was heard crystal clear across the room, and all eyes shifted over to the other side of the room, where Ootori Kyoya watched the scene. "Go back and see if he'll switch the curse. I believe Haruhi should be able to be an acceptable... sacrifice." Kyoya smiled as he shook his head.
"Haruhi?" Tamaki's eyes widened, his skin turned white as the twins stepped up, shielding her from Kyoya's vision.
"How could you even-"
"Think of such a thing?" They responded, their eyes shone dangerously as Honey smiled.
"Since she doesn't believe in such curses, this one shouldn't bother her, right?" Honey spoke sweetly before his eyes turned to Kyoya, and oddly no one in the room missed the next words. "But in that case, shouldn't he offer himself instead?"
Mori looked down for a moment and frowned, nodding in agreement at the comment.
"This needs remedied immediately, and unfortunately, I'm already about ten minutes late for an appointment." He stood, no one had even noticed he'd already packed his belongings and headed for the door. "Haruhi, if you do this, I'll remove any left debt you have. I'll actually give you a credit to your account instead, agreed?"
"Fine." Haruhi stood and walked over, grabbing Tamaki by the shoulder and dragged him back down the dark hallway. Kyoya watched and smirked before returning to his seat.
"I thought you were late." Hikaru frowned, his eyes trained on the one before him and Kyoya smiled.
"I'm an Ootori. My family has many agreements with the Nekozawa clan. The last thing I can do is offend him and ban the family from the arrangements we have in play as of now. Besides, it's just some silly curse, she'll be fine." Kyoya pulled out a notebook and started charting things that no one else in the room could understand.
It was only about five minutes later that Nekozawa heard a knock at the door and turned, holding up the candelabra. "You may enter." The door opened to tears and thrashing, as well as a calm and collected Haruhi holding the back of Tamaki's coat, dragging him in.
"Nekozawa, can we switch the curse to me?" She asked in a bored tone, but the curiosity in her eyes at the surroundings gave her interest away.
"You wish to be cursed?" His tone was surprised. He watched as Haruhi frowned, looking back at Tamaki, who was now begging her not to do this.
"If anything, I don't think I really care about being cursed, but Tamaki-san isn't handling this very well." She said and Nekozawa walked up with a frown.
"To comfort your friend, you're willing to let in the darkness?"
"I'll let in the darkness if it keeps him calm." Her words were slowed after the word darkness and she wasn't actually sure she'd finished the sentence. Nekozawa's light blue eyes were currently shining a sick shade of yellow, the grin was shining beneath the robes, but it wasn't his. Anyone who saw him could tell this.
His hands shot out and grabbed Haruhi's head, their foreheads connected and she reached up in a blind panic and grabbed his face in an attempt to push him back, but she stilled. She couldn't move.
She watched as a dark smoke escaped his smile and her skin broke out in a cold sweat as the smoke slithered it's way into her mouth, down her throat. She could feel where Tamaki was beside her, also struck still, and she could feel the warmth from his hand on her hip blaze into an icy touch. Her head spun as her lungs filled with the rancid smoke, a soft song with a tribal beat and tone begun to ring through her ears and she filled with terror as she understood what the chanting was that Tamaki had been talking about.
She stared into the eyes before her and the eyes seemed to seep forwards, covering her eyes before the image seemed to burn directly into her head.
At this, Tamaki took off running as if his life depended on it, and Haruhi stumbled a few steps back, looking in shock and fear at the suddenly confused face of the man before her.
"Fujioka-san? What happened?" He looked around, surprised at the sudden changes in the room, Haruhi fighting to keep consciousness on the floor and Tamaki who was suddenly gone. He'd heard her say she'd accept the darkness, then he was here. He ran forwards and watched as her eyes looked into his, and as much fear was there, he knew it wasn't directed towards him.
He frowned as he looked up at the door with a sense of foreboding. From the other end of the room he could hear the maniacal laughter from the cursed doll.
This is chapter one! Thank you for reading!
