Semi-parody. Not based on Britney Spears lol. Just a random idea I thought of one morning. Seriously. XD
Hair... Shave Chapter 1
"Haruhi let go of the razor!" Hikaru tried to pull the razor out of her hand.
"Her hand won't budge!" Kaoru panicked.
"Nooo!! I can't let my daughter become bald!" Both of Tamaki's hands were on his head.
"Interesting..." Kyoya commented. "I never imagine that she would go this far..." Kyoya's glasses slid down his nose.
"WAHHH!!! Haruhi can't cut her hair!!!" Hani wailed as Mori tried to comfort him by patting his head.
To find out Haruhi's motive for having a razor in her hand, let's go back a couple of hours ago...
::Haruhi's POV::
I groaned in frustration as my head dropped on the table. Hikaru and Kaoru had dragged me into the music room again even though we didn't have any club activities that day. I insisted on doing my homework at home since that's technically where you're supposed to do your homework but they annoyed me until I agreed.
One thing I should have learned by now though. Once you comprise with those two, they'll just annoy you even more. Not only them but the rest of the host club too.
"Do you think she didn't like the outfit Kaoru?" Hikaru discussed with Kaoru.
"But it would fit her perfectly." Kaoru answered. That wasn't the problem... I had to do my work. How long did it take them to realise that if I didn't do well in school that I wouldn't be able to attend Ouran anymore?
"I'm hungry," Hani said randomly.
"Why are you two torturing my precious daughter?" Tamaki wrapped his arms around my neck. I sighed. I just wished that they would leave me alone. I wished that they didn't even know me.
I felt my eyelids getting heavy. My father had asked me to take care of a couple of twin dogs while he was out with his friends. They kept me up all night just like how Hikaru and Kaoru would. The voices of the boys gradually faded away...
I opened my eyes to see that I was alone in the homeroom of 1A. How did I get here? I thought I slept in the host club. Well, I might as well head home. I probably would pass by the grocery store.
As I walked down the hallway, i saw Hani and Mori walk towards me.
"Hi, Ha-" They walked right past me. I blinked a few times in disbelief. They didn't notice me. I stood there for a while trying to figure out what was going on. I turned around to see the two entering the third music room. Maybe they're doing something important. I continued to walk towards the exit of the school.
6:32pm. I actually didn't know what to do now. Because of the daily host club meetings, I would be home around this time eating my dinner then I'd be working feverishly on my homework. But today, I finished my homework early and already ate my dinner.
I walked around the apartment to see if there was anything to clean up. I folded my laundry but it only took me half an hour. I was actually bored now. I didn't have time for hobbies with the host club going on. I had an urge to call one of them.
I picked up the phone and dialled Kyoya's number. I didn't know why I chose to call him but my thumb decided to. Someone picked up the phone.
"Hello, this is the Ohtori residence," a woman answered the phone. "May I know who is speaking?"
"Hi, I'm Fujioka Haruhi. Can I please talk to Kyoya-senpai?"
"Fujioka? What is your relation with Kyoya-sama?" Wait... Kyoya didn't tell them about me?
"I'm a member of the host club with Kyoya-senpai."
"Honestly? I'll ask Kyoya-sama about it." What was happening? She didn't know the members of the host club? I expected Kyoya to inform them.
"Hello," Kyoya said at the other end of the phone. "What is your reason for calling?"
"Kyoya-senpai, it's me Haruhi!"
"Haruhi?" Kyoya questioned. I heard some typing in the background. "You're the girl that got in with the scholarship," My eye widened. It was like Kyoya didn't know me. "Why did you call me?"
"I don't know," I replied. "I was just bored."
"If that's was your only reason, why don't you just call one of your friends?"
"But-" I wanted to protest but I didn't know what to say. "Sorry for wasting your time," I quickly said and hung up the phone. What just happened?
'You are dreaming of things that could have been...' a voice came from behind me. I turned around to see a semi-transparent figure wearing a black cloak with a hood covering its face.
"Nekozawa-senpai?" I asked. "What are you doing in my house?"
'I am not Nekozawa. I am the ghost of things that could have been. Fufufufufufu..." I sweat dropped.
"Okay... so is this like 'A Christmas Carol' sort of thing?"
'This is a completely different story. Fufufufufu..." My head tilted sideways tiresomely.
"Then what's happening? Why doesn't Kyoya-senpai know me?"
'Nobody in the host club knows you just as you wished.'
"What?"
'Nobody-'
"I know what you said. But I just can't believe it. How-?"
'Did you try looking at the mirror?' I looked for my handheld mirror.
Nekozawa-senpai- 'I'M NOT NEKOZAWA!!' I stared with wide eyes at him. 'See... Nekozawa doesn't have anger problems.' I continued to stare at him in shock. 'Hello?' He waved his ghostly arms in front of my face. Definitely. Not. Nekozawa. Senpai. 'Good, we're on the same page now.'
Once I gained my mind again, Neko- I mean the ghost floated over to the coffee table. He reached for the handheld mirror but every time he tried to pick it up, it just fazed through his hand.
'Stupid mirror!' He grumbled.
I finally walked over and picked up the mirror. My hair... It was... long? I lifted my hand to touch the part of my hair that was hanging over my shoulder. How did I not notice this before?
'Because you're Haruhi,' the ghost simply answered. I blinked cluelessly. 'Never mind. Why do I even bother?'
I didn't even recognize myself. I guessed this was why nobody knew me.
'Ya think?'
"Can you just shut up?!"
'Okay, you asked for it... Fufufufufufu...' he said as he slowly disappeared. I sat in silence. I looked at the right wall then at the left. I was bored again.
I was planning to make this a oneshot but I'm getting sleepy :P It's probably going to be a twoshot now. Fufufufufu... teehee XD