Me: Well, I can honestly say that I have no idea where this came from. Last night, I was reading fanfiction and thought to myself, "You know what, I think I'll write an angsty story about Haruhi." And since finals are done and the semester is FINALLY over, I sat down and started to write. This story is going to be very different than the other ones I'm writing, one of which is a comedy and the other will likely end up a comedy. That is, if Sammy will ever give me the next chapter. *coughcoughWrite the dang chapter!!coughcough*Anyways, that's enough of my babbling, which means it's time for...
THE DISCLAIMER!!!!! I do not now, nor will I ever, *crosses fingers behind back* own Ouran High School Host Club. All I own is the plot and any OC's that might possibly come up. But I swear, when I'm ruler of this planet, I will forever eliminate these wretched disclaimers! (Along with Mondays.)
Full Summary: Everything is as normal as ever for Haruhi Fujioka at the host club, until she receives a strange message from someone she'd rather forget. Faced with the past that she's tried desperately to put behind her, she realizes that things are about to get very dangerous, very fast. Knowing that the lives of both herself and those around her are at risk, she has to find a way to stop this person and put an end to the nightmare that she's been living for so long. Who can help her? Who is this person? What happened to Haruhi so long ago? And just why is she so afraid of thunder?
Haruhi POV:
The last bell of the day sounded, and with a sigh, I packed my things. All too soon, I would be faced with another afternoon spent being fawned over by a bunch of girls and dragged into the insanity that was the host club. Although, I must admit that I do have a lot of fun there, and the other members have become my closest friends. Tamaki, Kyoya, Honey, Mori, and even those doppelgangers known as Hikaru and Kaoru. Speaking of, I felt the two of them drape themselves over my shoulders, with what I am sure are Cheshire cat grins on their faces. As we started down the familiar route to the third music room where the host club activities are held, the intercom droned:
"Haruhi Fujioka, please report to the main office immediately. That will be all."
"Ooh, Haruhi's in trouble!!" the twins sang out.
"You don't know that. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get going."
"Aw, can we come?" They looked at me with hopeful eyes. Knowing them, even if I told them no, they would just end up following me. I guess I have no choice.
"Fine, you can come, as long as you don't cause trouble."
"Don't worry, we promise to be good." they said, wearing identical smirks. Somehow, I had a hard time believing them.
When we got to the office, I walked in and the twins waited outside. There stood none other than chairman of the school board (as well as Tamaki's father), Mr. Suoh.
"Hello again, Haruhi. It's always nice to see you. How have your studies been going?"
"Very well, sir." I said, sitting across from him. "But if you don't mind me asking, why am I here?"
"Ah yes, of course. You see, I'm actually here to deliver this to you. A man gave it to me earlier, and said that it was important that you receive it. I don't know who he was, but he did tell me that he knew you from a while ago. Don't worry, I didn't read it." The chairman explained, handing me a folded piece of paper with my name written sloppily on the front. For some reason, this note gave me a feeling of unease, and I almost didn't open it. Taking a breath, though, I unfolded the paper to find a short message written in the same messy scrawl as the front. It said:
I'm coming back for you, little chickie, you and your old man both.
You can't hide forever. Soon this game of cat-and mouse will be over.
Remember: watch out for those storms.
They can be dangerous.
I froze. I knew instantly what those seemingly harmless words meant, and though the note wasn't signed, I knew exactly who sent it. A million different emotions flooded through me. Fear, shock, disbelief, guilt. But most of all, pain. I tried so hard to bury the past and move forward, but it seemed like it was all rushing back. My mind had gone numb, and I did the only thing I could.
I ran.
I sprinted out of the office and through the building, trying to escape all of the feelings that had built up over the past ten years. All of the feelings that were flowing through me now as if a dam had been broken. I was vaguely aware of the twins at my heels, shouting my name and trying to get me stop, but at that point I couldn't bring myself to care. I raced outside, only just noticing the pouring rain, the storm raging all around me. I had unintentionally run straight into the thing that I was trying to get away from, the nightmare that's been haunting me for so long. The crashing sound of gunshots in the rain.
Me: Well, there you have it, my attempt at writing a prologue for a serious story. The chapters will get longer, and I will update fairly often. For those of you who don't know, my policy on reviews is that you can review if you want to, but I'm not going to make you. How often I update doesn't have anything to do with the number of reviews I get, just my motivation. But they do make me feel very special, and I absolutely love getting them. Isn't that right, Ed?
Ed: What the hell am I doing here?! I'm not even in this anime/manga!!
Me: Yeah, but I was watching FMA on TV when I was writing this, so I figured you should be here.
Ed: Well, what am I supposed to do?
Me: Hm...dance shrimp!!!
Riza: *starts shooting at Ed's feet*
Me: By the way, I thought I made it pretty clear what the gunshots in the rain were supposed to be, but just in case you didn't get it, I'll give you a hint: Episodes 8 and 16 of the anime feature it. Alright, I think that's it. Thanks for reading!!
Ed: SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: Hehe, nothing to see here. *closes curtain that appears out of nowhere*
