Shomin no Seikatsu - The Commoner's Life
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One quiet day, though no day at Ouran is every really quiet, a group of girls walk down one of the many, elegantly tiled halls. They eventually walk past one door in this hall in particular, and one girl is instinctively drawn to it.
"Come on, this hall creeps me out." One of the other girls beckons as the other prods the door lightly, smelling an aromatic scent wafting from under the door that is not quite shut. A thin sliver of light slips into the hall as the girl continues studying the door, not bothering to look up at the sign above the door.
"Please!" The other girl cries, frantic, as she tries to shut the door closed, though is only drifts open again. The other girls notice this and start trying to pull the other back.
"No, I feel like something important has happened here...like there is some unfinished business that has to do with this room." The girl, who is prodding the door, comments, drawn to the door once again. Before the other girls can comment, a shadowy figure steps out from the shadows and smiles creepily.
"Why, of course you feel that way," the figure grins, "that, my girls, is Music Room 3, the former home of the Ouran High School Host Club. And, there is indeed much unfinished business that has to do with this room." The figure cackles as it drifts back into the shadows. The girls, except for the curious one, shriek in fear and begin running down the remainder of the hall. The curious girl glances at the door once more as her fingers drift off the fine oak finish, and reluctantly goes rushing after her friends, leaving behind the intriguing light and smell of roses and...coffee?
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"Takahiro Fujioka, get your ass out of bed!" Mum growls as she rips my door open, frantically trying to get ready for one of her many jobs. I groan and roll out of my crappy bed, landing of the dilapidated floor. Growling and mumbling, I rub my bed head hair and get off the floor to begin getting ready.
"TAKAHIRO!" Mum says in belowing tone from the kitchen as I just walk out of my tiny-ass room.
"I'm right here, god, stop bitchin'." I mutter as I sit at the table and begin shovelling the microwave egg omurice Mum had set on a plate for me down my throat.
"What did you just say, young man?" Mum shrieks, infuriated by my so called 'potty mouth'. "You are 13 years old, you will not speak that way!" I roll my eyes and finish my breakfast before grabbing my bag, giving Mum a kiss on the cheek and heading out the door for school. Psht. If only she could hear the way I talk at school.
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"Haruhi, thank you so much for taking care of me...leave that dead beat of a husband, take Takahiro with you, be happy." Dad smiles up at me from his hospital bed. Guaranteed that a certain Host knows of all that has happened since my graduation, but the others are in the dark. I try to keep myself composed as Takahiro, only about a year old, sleeps soundly in the chair beside Dad's bed.
"I will Dad..." I choke out as my face crumbles into helpless sobs as the monitor hooked up to my father flatlines. A few moments later, a doctor comes in to the room, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"I'm very sorry, Mrs. Watanabe, for your loss. The spinal damage and depression from the disability was too much for Mr. Fujioka to handle." The doctor says with fake remorse. I compose myself and sit up straight in my chair.
"My name is not Mrs. Watanabe, I am, and always have been, Haruhi Fujioka." I declare as I pick up my son and reluctantly, but purposely leave the grim hospital room. I take a taxi home with Takahiro still asleep and schlep my way into the shitty dirt-hole of an apartment I moved in to after my hasty marriage. I open the door and recoil at the smell of alcohol and cigarettes.
"Haruhi, is that you?" My husband calls from the living room, sounding almost sober. I sigh and slip my shoes off.
"Yes, it is." I chime back, trying to sound like a doting wife.
"Is the old man finally dead?" He calls back heartlessly.
"Yes." I reply simply, trying to hide my grief.
"Good. Go make me a sandwich." He chuckles. I clench my fists, open the door to the apartment, and set Takahiro down just outside the door. Then I walk back in, ready to do what I should have done months ago.
"I am not your servant." I growl.
"What did you just say, bitch?" He challenges.
"I said, I'm not your goddamn servant." I bark.
"You better watch yourself, bitch, before I throw you out." He threatens.
"You don't scare me, jackass. You're the sorriest excuse for a husband I've ever seen, and a stain on humanity." I bite.
"I said," he growls, the fury radiating off of him as he towers over me, suddenly in the hall. "You better watch yourself." I jut my chin out in defiance.
"I will, but not while I'm married to you." I say as I gear up to clock him, an easy task, seeing as he's already hammered. He looks at my curling hand and chuckles.
"You really think you can knock me out, bitch?" He taunts. "Maybe I should just take that message and deliver it to that little shit." He threatens me, referring to Takahiro.
"Like hell you will!" I below, just as I kick my knee up and nail him in the crotch before taking a good, well deserved swing at his unshaven face. "Find yourself a new bitch, you jackass." I growl as I watch his body slump to the ground, unconscious and with a trail of blood coming from his probably broken nose.
I bolt up straight out of bed, adrenaline rushing through me as I slap the snooze button on my alarm. I sigh and get out of bed to begin my busy day. I head to the cramped bathroom and take a quick shower, careful not to use all the hot water, get dressed, and then head to the kitchen to prepare a lunch for myself and Takahiro. On the way to the kitchen, I end up stubbing my toe on a loose board just as I go past my 13 year old son's room and tell him to get out of bed. It ends up sounding like more of a growling command than a sleepy request. Takahiro eventually crawls into the kitchen as I holler for him and busily put some money in with Takahiro's lunch, in case he's still hungry after. I hear him mumble something about me bitchin' to him and spin around, still pissed about stubbing my toe.
"What did you just say, young man?" I question, still grinding my teeth from the stubbed toe. "You are 13 years old, you will not speak that way!" Although I already know that he says and does much worse at school, which he doesn't care for at all. A few minutes later he gives me a kiss on the cheek and leaves for school. I stop my hurrying for a moment and watch him as he walks off the apartment property to catch a bus for school, his flame red hair setting him apart from the crowd. I sigh to myself as I remember the twins and the time they decided to dye their hair pink and blue.
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