This is my first Ouran fic in a while, I feel new againXD Anyway, just testing the waters a little. This is the first story I've written that has yaoi in it. That's right yaoi, so if you don't like it please press the back button now and do not burden me with unnecessary comments, please and thank you. But, for the most part, it's a sprinkle of yaoi, like in an icecream sundae, the yaoi is a sprinkle of M&M's that litter the topXD the main pairing is not a yaoi pairing though. The yaoi pairing is also pretty obvious once you start reading. It's in the very beginning of the storyXD May just start out a tragic one shot but, if you guys review and like it, the next chapters will be on their wayJ This first chapter is quite long, for my standards, anyway, so please bare with me and please don't hurt me^^ and enjoy this one shot?
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club, or M&M's.
Prologue
Take Care of Her
Never look back when someone calls your name. Always love whole-heartedly; by no means forget that person.
"Take care of her." He sounded desperate while he stared up at Kyouya with lackluster eyes. Tamaki looked dull, he sat resigned on the floor against the wall of his grandeur room, knees drawn up to his chin.
"Tamaki Senpai, there's nothing to worry about." Haruhi assured him. The fact that he sounded anything but happy-go-lucky was something to fret over.
"Haruhi could you leave temporarily?" Kyoya said softly, turning back to Tamaki.
With a nod of acknowledgement, Haruhi left the room. Kyoya grasped Tamaki's arms and helped him to his feet.
This whole mess, Tamaki's grandmother telling Haruhi she should go study abroad. Then knowing how stubborn Haruhi could be until someone got to her led them here. To their meeting in Tamaki's bedroom in the second mansion. Surely their last, Tamaki was to be moved to the main Estate when he started college.
"Tamaki." Without another word, as he stared into Tamaki's eyes, he leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I'm sorry." To Tamaki, this meant something, because Kyouya never said sorry. The words seemed so foreign coming from Kyouya's lips. So uncharacteristic.
"Kyoya, I—" Tamaki didn't finish his sentence, he had no words left as he grabbed Kyoya's hand and returned the kiss.
Adoring was what Kyoya would describe Tamaki's kisses if he had to chose one word; Tamaki's tongue tasted the third son's lips and entered. Kyoya tightened his grip on Tamaki's hand. Kyoya had to admit, Tamaki had never kissed him with so much fervor, and with so much desperation at the same time.
"I love you Kyoya." Tamaki said softly, slowly, without hesitation when the kiss broke.
"I love you…Idiot," Kyoya grinned. "You realize just how ridiculous and cliché you're being right now. Tragic Hero?"
"Hey, I may be the tragic hero, but your just jealous," Tamaki smiled. "I'm serious, take care of Haruhi for me; you know I love her, maybe even more than I love you." Tamaki teased.
Their years in the Host Club had definitely had an impact on how they saw each other. As their orientation slipped from straight to bi. They couldn't help but go from best friends to unsure lovers. Maybe years of the twins fooling around together to entertain their clients had gotten to them.
"Make sure you –"
"Don't make her fall for you, like I did."
"Tamaki, you're being dramatic, it's not like I'm marrying her, holding her captive, on my deathbed or anything," Kyoya glanced down at his feet. "Haruhi, you may come in." he looked up at Tamaki as he said so.
Haruhi walked in, her aura was not as bright as usual, but nonetheless, she was still the brightest thing in the room.
"You guys are so stupid," she smiled up at them both. "I've known about this little relationship for a little while." Taking both their hands in hers. "Are you, Kyoya Senpai, embarrassed to kiss in front of someone? Me, nonetheless?"
"I thought you—"
"Haruhi, you should be taking this seriously, when are you coming back?" Tamaki grabbed Haruhi's hand from Kyoya and held both of them.
"I guess when Kyoya and I both finish school."
"Kyoya, you're staying an extra year?" Tamaki looked stricken.
"These plans aren't final, but I do plan to stay with Haruhi until she finishes school also, even if it means staying another year or two after I've graduated college." Kyoya explained. "Who knows, those extra years will result in some exclusive business opportunities."
"Senpai, I just don't want to be alone in another country." Haruhi said.
In a normal situation, Haruhi would have denied any help instantly. Being independent was something that had come naturally to Haruhi ever since the passing of her mother. But this was a case of nerves and an opportunity. Since Kyoya was also going to the states, why not stay in touch and help each other out a little?
Tamaki sighed, "I guess I understand. When are you planning to leave?"
"Tomorrow morning Senpai."
OOOOOOOOOOOOO
Being in the Host Club due to a broken vase really was all it was cracked up to be. Girls swooning, the boys flaunting their egos, and Haruhi having to experience it all. Maybe not at first, but in a few weeks, Haruhi truly understood the reason, all these boys were so easily able the work together without much competition. While the competition wasn't serious it wasn't anything she had to be worried about. Haruhi's bond with each of them was as diverse as each boy. From eating sweet strawberry cake with Hani to talking about how capricious Tamaki was with Kyouya.
These days, Takashi and Mitsukuni had been in college a year now and Kyouya and Tamaki had just graduated. It was just the three of them left. The Host Club was forever disbanded, due to two thirds of it's members graduating or out of school. Kaoru contemplated that maybe they could still run the Host Club by themselves. But without Kyouya to handle finances, and Tamaki to bring in clients, they might as well just drop the idea all together.
Haruhi stared at Kaoru as he sat across from her, lazily mixing his coffee for something to do as he idly hummed along to the indistinct music faintly playing in the background.
"I can text you, right?" Kaoru said airily, then took a small sip of the coffee that stood too strong for his liking.
"Yeah." Haruhi answered without really listening to his question.
"You're being scatterbrained again. Haruhi?" Kaoru proceeded to take the plain yellow napkins off the ceramic dining table and wave it in front of her face, gracing her nose a few times in the process.
"What?" Haruhi snapped out of her trance. She then rubbed at her nose a few times with her sleeve.
"Haruhi, are you really going to leave tomorrow? Hikaru'll be crushed."
"I'm coming back, Kaoru, don't worry. Where's Hikaru anyway?"
As summer vacation had just started, the trio had taken to hanging out at a small diner they had stumbled upon near the school.
"I managed to convince him that he needs to stay in at home and sleep." Kaoru said proudly. "I doubt he's sleeping though."
"Anything but."
Haruhi and Kaoru turned to see Hikaru slam his hands onto the table.
"I just can't believe you have to leave tomorrow!" Hikaru continued.
"We need to, school over there starts in one month, " Haruhi explained. "Plus we need to get adjusted, Kyoya Senpai needs to buy his books and—"
"It's always Kyoya Senpai this, Kyoya Senpai that, is he all you talk about now?" Hikaru hissed.
"Hikaru!" Kaoru whipped his head in his brother's direction.
"What Kaoru?" He sounded irritated. Kaoru was silent.
"Hikaru stop. Don't talk about Senpai like that. I—"
"There you go defending him! Is he your boyfriend now?" Hikaru said crestfallen.
"No, he isn't." Haruhi said shortly.
"Kaoru, go home, I need to talk to Haruhi alone." Hikaru turned and began to walk towards the doors, Kaoru and Haruhi following swiftly at his heels.
"Kaoru, GO HOME!" Hikaru stopped at the sidewalk, just outside.
"Stop Hikaru. Kaoru, I'll be fine, it's okay." Haruhi said, running her hand through her hair.
"Fine, I'll go. Hikaru, I'll be waiting for you when you get home." Kaoru walked towards Haruhi, taking her in his arms, her head beneath his chin. "I'll see you tomorrow morning then." Kaoru smiled at Haruhi, glared at Hikaru then began to walk off, down the road. As soon as Kaoru was out of sight, Hikaru grabbed Haruhi's hand and began to lead her down the road in the opposite way Kaoru had gone.
"Hikaru, where are we going?" Haruhi seemed alarmed.
"You'll see!" Hikaru grinned back at her.
The nightlife of Japan blurred by her and before she knew it, the elaborate silver gates of Ouran Academy stood before her.
The school she had long since called, though she never told anyone, her other home. She may not have loved it as much as her real apartment, but nonetheless, she did love the place, everything down to the small polished pebbles that embellished the gardens outside the buildings.
"Haruhi." His voice was soft, slow, and breathy. Hikaru ran his hand through his hair and placed it on her shoulder. His eyes averted hers.
The scene was silent, the occasional car passed by the corner, but neither of them had moved. Hikaru proceeded to, with the back of his other hand, feel the warmth of her cheek.
"Don't leave Haruhi." He leaned in near her ear. Hikaru brushed his lips up against her cheek. "Please don't, I love you."
Haruhi went rigid, so this was Hikaru in his most vulnerable state. Her pulse quickened. She closed her eyes and breathed in. "Hikaru, I'm done thinking about this decision, I'm coming back, don't worry about me."
"You don't have to, maybe I could—"
"Stop Hikaru, there's nothing you can do about it, this decision is final, my decision is final."
"Didn't you hear anything I just said Haruhi? I love you damnit!" His fist clenched against her cheek. "Doesn't that matter?"
"Of course it matters Hikaru, but now isn't the time. I'm leaving tomorrow."
"I know." He said a little forcefully. "You don't need to remind me." His hand dropped limply to his side. "I guess I'll be going I know when I'm rejected." He turned to leave.
"Hikaru. Why do you always have to be so impatient." She whispered to his retreating figure.
OOOOOOOOOOOOO
"Haruhi! Come spend your last day with your father!"
"I'll be out in a few minutes, shower!" she said hastily as she walked towards the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Her back slid downward until she was sitting on the floor, knees drawn up to her chin. All emotions began to pour.
How could her father be so happy about this? This was just his way of supporting her, she knew this was the hardest thing he's had to do, next to accepting the death of his wife, was letting his only daughter go away for a while.
An education away from the stress of the threats that hung in her face stood so tantalizingly close, her father assuring her that whatever she chose he would support her. Tamaki's grandmother would continue to bait her into leaving until she did. This was the only choice. Even if she did fight back, she was more than willing to, that would probably get her nowhere.
Her classmates, on the other hand, urged her to stay. They promised they would do whatever they could to keep her here with them, even if it meant cutting ties with the Suoh family. For a second she thought it meant leaving Tamaki Senpai also, but that was when Tamaki said he would also find way to escape the claws of his family. Haruhi felt she stuck between a rock and a hard place here. What could she do, leave the Host club behind until she could come back with a better idea of negotiation, or stay and suffer the depression of Tamaki and the Host club as she witnesses Tamaki get disowned from some of the only family he's got. Well they contemplated searching for his mother, but a trip to France was out of the question. Tamaki's grandmother would catch wind of it before they even left.
Hikaru, had told her his side of the argument. Just why did he have to be so… whatever that word was, Haruhi had no time to spend trying to think of it. His confession was one of desperation. He really didn't want her to go. Maybe he did love her, but then again maybe he was jealous. Was Hikaru jealous of her going away for five years with Kyouya Senpai? Haruhi had more than enough reason to think he was.
Kyoya, however, had his mind set on going probably since he first arrived at Ouran Academy. The years passed and they did nothing to dissuade him. He was so strong. Haruhi just could not understand. Maybe it was the fact that Kyoya was confident that he would see the Host club, see Tamaki again. Haruhi's hopes, she had to admit, were definitely a little less than that.
Was opportunity all Kyoya sought, when they leave Japan? Or was he also seeking a somewhat escape from his father? Maybe he just wanted to be independent from others, from Tamaki? Haruhi shook her head, there was no way in hell Kyoya would want to leave Tamaki so far behind only to see him during holidays or when he finally came back. But, there was another component of this equation she had forgotten about. Herself. Kyoya was going to be there with her. He even said that he'd stay in the states with her until her education was finished and done with.
That was his decision now, but in the coming years how will she know he's still keen on keeping that promise?
"Haruhi," she heard her father on the other side of the door. "I know you well enough to know that your not showering right now, but sitting on the floor being overwhelmed. "do you want to talk?"
Haruhi chuckled, "Dad, I'll be fine."
OOOOOOOOOOOOOO
That morning seemed to pass faster than usual, as if time were just ready to drop her now, like a bird ready to fly for the first time. However, unlike the bird, Haruhi was no where near ready to go anywhere. The ride to the airport was a one of anxiety and sadness. In perspective, she really didn't want to go, but there was no turning back now.
There standing near the gates that lead to New York, were the members of the Host Club. It was just like walking into the Host Club, they stood in a group near the gates, except the flurry of roses and the air of romance were nonexistent. Haruhi almost ran to them, she felt the need to, but she didn't want Tamaki to get anything on her about wanting to hug him so badly. But in reality, she wanted to hug all of them and never let go.
"It's time, isn't it?" Tamaki said calmly, that's what did it. A few tears began to pour from her brown eyes. "Haruhi!" Tamaki took a hold of her. She didn't resist. "Haruhi," He held her tighter. "don't cry, I'll see you again Haruhi, when you come back you can guarantee that we'll all be here waiting for you." Tamaki let go of her, stared into her eyes, then he grinned.
Takashi Morinozuka was the next, her gently took hold of Haruhi's wrist and lead her to his arms. "Haruhi." His hug was warm and comforting, he brushed his hand across her messy brown hair. "No worries right?" Mori smiled at her, Haruhi's partial smile told him "I guess."
"Haru-Chan!" even in sadness, this was what Mitsukuni Haninozuka called Haruhi. His hug was tight and memorable. "don't worry at all Haru-Chan, when you get back you can have all the Strawberry cake you want!" He snuggled into her. Throughout every exchange Haruhi stayed silent, she only wanted to hear their voices. But none of them sounded quite the way they usually did.
A gentle hand grabbed hers. It felt unusual, like she'd never held this hand before. She looked into the solemn face of Kyouya Ootori. Though no one else could see it, maybe Tamaki, he looked just as broken as she was.
"Haruhi." she looked towards the voice. Kaoru. Kaoru? Just Kaoru. The younger twin took Haruhi in his arms the way he always did: tight with his chin resting on her head. Haruhi's hand still in Kyouya's. Kaoru loved the smell of her ruffled hair.
"Where's Hikaru?" Haruhi said against his chest. She really was worried about him. This was something Hikaru wouldn't miss for the world.
"I'll really miss you, more than you'll know." Kaoru squeezed just a little bit tighter, as to emphasize his point. He acted as if he hadn't heard Haruhi's inquiry. A sudden tap on Kaoru's shoulder, Haruhi could see from were she was against Kaoru's chest. Kaoru instantly let go. It was Ranka.
This time, when Ranka took Haruhi, Kyoya's hand slipped from hers. Ranka's hug looked more pained than any of the Host Club members could describe.
"My little girl is about to go off. Hopefully not alone though," Ranka looked up into Kyouya's face, Ryouji managed a small smile. " I don't have much to say, if I did, I doubt right now would be the time you'd listen." Ranka made a watery chuckle. Haruhi could hear her Father's sobs mixed with his half- hearted chuckles. "I'm proud of you for being so independent, I'm sure your mother would be also. I love you," He punctuated that with a kiss to Haruhi's forehead. Ranka looked heartbroken as he looked into the face of his daughter. She was openly sobbing now. Her brown eyes darker than usual, tear after tear letting itself fall. From behind her, Haruhi felt the same unusual hand grasp hers once again. Kyouya's mouth parted as if ready to speak. But, instead-
"Gate 12, to New York will be closing in ten minutes, I repeat, Gate 12, to New York will be closing in ten minutes."
"It's time to go, Haruhi." Kyouya's voice was harder than ever. He stole a look at everyone, glancing at Tamaki a fraction of second longer, before turning towards the gates. Haruhi made to follow him.
"Haruhi, wait," Tamaki said suddenly. "can I tell you something?"
She hesitantly let go of Kyouya and joined Tamaki, who led them off a little ways.
For a few seconds, both Haruhi and Tamaki gazed out the large glass windows into the sunrise of Japan's skies. Whose skies Haruhi wouldn't be able to see for a while.
"Haruhi, I want to tell you something, but before I do, can you promise not to tell Kyouya?"
Haruhi looked back at him, "What are you going to tell-"
"Haruhi, I love you."
It wasn't that it was getting old but the fact that if she were to return her feelings to one of them, she was guaranteed at most five other depressed men including her own father. In fact, the tears instantly stopped. Along with her heart.
"Senpai-"
"I know it's not quite the right time, but maybe when you get back, then maybe we could-"
"Senpai, I don't know, I can't give you an answer right now, but -"
"So when you get back?"
Haruhi had to admit, the second Tamaki confessed to her, she had forgotten all about her leaving to New York, saying goodbye, everything.
"That's not what I meant, I forgot all about leaving."
"Haruhi, so does that mean…" Tamaki went silent. He looked hopeful.
"I'm sorry Senpai, but I need time to think," Tamaki knew what she meant the second she'd said it. "it may be awhile but I hope you'll understand."
"I understand, let's get you back to everyone," His cheery voice was loud in her ears. "we mustn't waste the time you've got with everyone."
He didn't mention anything until they were back with the others.
"I was just giving my sweet Haruhi my best wishes."
Haruhi looked towards Kyouya. Just the look on his face, hard and lonely, told her he knew Tamaki had said otherwise.
"Haruhi, sweetie, you should get going, the gates will be closing in five minutes." Ranka said softly to her. She looked up at him.
Five minutes. Five minutes until her whole life changed forever. Five minutes until everything she knew to be familiar fades away in the loud blast of the plane taking off. Haruhi began to back off, as if she didn't belong. The look in her eyes was one the host club members and Ranka would remember the rest of their lives. Before she could realize, she'd bumped into Kyouya already.
And so then began their long walk down to the plane, and away from everything they'd ever deemed familiar. Just like that, Haruhi could feel six pieces of her heart break. Kyouya's hand was vice like upon her left hand, like some kind of support. Haruhi knew she wasn't the only one who needed it. The second they'd began walking, neither of them looked back. Though she didn't, Haruhi knew they'd wait there until they saw the plane take off and disappear in the skies above.
The sudden ring tone, caused Haruhi to jump, and Kyouya to, in a reaction, squeeze her hand a little tighter than she thought necessary. Haruhi took the phone from her right pocket of the loose sweater she was wearing. The ring tone, loud in her ears, was none other Kaoru. The man who had, with his twin bother, given her the phone.
"It's a text." Haruhi's voice cracked, she looked up into Kyouya's face. It was considerably softer, his eyes looked like liquid mercury. Light and more expressive than they'd ever been.
"What is it?" His lips barely moved.
Haruhi flipped the phone open, her eyes skimmed the screen. She froze for a second, and the phone dropped from her hand.
"Haruhi. What did it say?" it only took him a second for the words to sink in. Haruhi's hand was had applied a steady if not hard, for her standards, pressure to his hand. Only two were spoken to him.
"Hikaru's missing."
I don't know what to put here but I hope you enjoyed it, it don't really have a huge confidence level with this story, so you guys help me prove myself wrong, if that makes any senseXD this is my first chaptered story, if I get enough reviews. So please and review and let's see where this story can goJ