Hulloooooooooooooo people of the earth! XD This is my first fic i have written on my own (usually co-write with the lovely potterhead5eva :3)and im rather excited i must admit ;) I hope you enjoy this first chapter just as much as i enjoyed writing it!
I would like to thank my wonderful Beta's potterhead5eva and my dear friend who shall not be named...O_O (no not Lord Voldemort -_-)
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do not own Ouran Highschool Host Club I'm afraid. Oh woe is meeee...:O
Drunk on your smile…
Hikaru Hitachiin was drunk. Very drunk. He wore a look of extreme confusion as he swayed ever so slightly against the side of the Hitachiin Audi R8. He was unsure of his surroundings only that he had been in a cheap rundown back street bar just five minutes before. How he found his way to the street was a mystery to him and the throbbing in his head told him it was not worth pondering. Wincing at the glint of the shining silver and slurring his words in an attempt to chain together a coherent sentence, he instructed the chauffer towards the Mansion and slumped into the back seat.
The rhythmic hum of the car engine sent Hikaru into a hazy sleep that was soon broken by the lurch of the car brakes, signalling his arrival at his family home. Unthinking, the dazed twin slipped from the car into the cold night and as the Hitachiin Mansion doors slowly opened, collapsed into Kaoru's waiting arms, murmuring profanities. A sudden rush of nausea overwhelmed him and without thinking, he wretched up the contents of that night's sorrow.
"WHAT THE HELL! Where have you been? I was worried sick Hikaru! Ugh…how did you get into such a mess…" was Kaoru's hissed reply to the shattered body that crumpled, only to be caught by his twin before his head could hit the marble floor. "Oh jeez….not again bro…why do you keep doing this to yourself?" The other Hitachiin brother carefully stepped over the vomit at his feet and scooped his brother over his shoulder with a grunt.
The hallway was grand but empty as the younger twin called out for Maki their youngest maid (easily seduced into anything) to clear up the mess Hikaru had left at the door. She scuttled off to fulfil her duties as the Hitachiin twins struggled up the grand staircase, down the carpeted corridor and collapsed onto their king-size bed. Kaoru changed his brother's clothes and tucked him in.
"When will you learn Hikaru…" he sighed softly, "She wasn't gonna be ours forever"
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Kyouya sighed,-eyebrow twitching and glasses glinting- more than a bit irritated by the constant noise escaping Tamaki's mouth. "-AND YOU WON'T BELIEVE THE BEAUTY OF THE ROSES HARUHI AND I HAVE CHOSEN! And the aroma…..THE AROMA MON AMIS! C'est de mourir pour! Oh and my darling Haruhi will no doubt look simply radiant in her wedding dress…Oh how I long to see it! Ah but of course that goes against marriage tradition! What are you thinking Tamaki…such traditions must be of high importance to Haruhi and her family! It is a commoner custom…right Kyouya? I bet you've been thinking hard about your best man speech! ….Kyouya?...are you listening to me?..." Tamaki trailed off at the sudden tension oozing from every fibre of his best friend's being. "Kyouya…what's wrong….what did I say?" a suddenly panicked King blurted.
"…..as much as I realise your excitement towards your wedding day….I would appreciate it if you could every now and then….just..." the Ootori took a deep breath in a failed attempt to calm down, "SHUT. UP." He rose from his seat in the corner of the Suoh heir's bedroom, refusing all eye contact. "If you'll excuse me, I have some important wedding budget details to configure. " Kyouya returned to his cool ways, as if the past few moments had not occurred. He walked swiftly and quietly from the room.
Tamaki Suoh was left in stunned silence. His closest friend Kyouya Ootori had never lost his cool like that before…The former host club king, had always thought of Kyouya as the one who took his nonsense, no matter how ridiculous his ideas were. How could something Kyouya new was of so much importance to Tamaki, have deserved such a response? The sound of the Ootori car driving away sent a twang of pain through his chest. Wasn't Kyouya happy that his best friend was happy? He shook it off and concentrated on his one beautiful beacon of light; Haruhi Fujioka. Soon they were to be married! He exhaled in peaceful bliss, longing for her closeness and he smiled at the thought that she would soon be his. His….and his alone… He chuckled in childish delight and flung himself onto his four poster bed, curling up in the sheets, letting her wonderful smile take over his mind.
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Haruhi Fujioka was indebted to her close friend Kaoru. He had bailed her out of another exhausting wedding shopping excursion with a very excitable and talkative Renge Houshakuji . She had already chosen a simple cream dress with a delicate thin red ribbon circling her tiny waist and emphasising her minimal curves. The dress was selected from the Hitachiin bride fashion range and was in fact designed by Kaoru himself.
Haruhi was overly grateful for his distraction techniques, but what she didn't expect was for Kaoru to do so by asking Renge to join him for lunch at one of his family's fashion conventions in Paris. Renge was of course overjoyed at the opportunity to be escorted to Paris by a handsome young man, and heartily agreed. And so, Haruhi was left to her own devices. Sure, she was looking forward to her wedding to Tamaki Suoh but the prospect of being the centre of attention in such an intimate situation found her waking up in the middle of the night.
Right now, all she wanted to do was sleep.
Haruhi entered her apartment and smiled. She would miss this little place… ever since she had left a despairing Ranka to fend for himself after she graduated from Ouran and had entered the world of living alone; she had found a sort of comfort in this solitary place. Sleep…what a wonderful idea…zzzzzzzzz…
"HARUHI!" Bang. Bang. "Haruhi! OPEN THE DOOR TO YOUR FATHER!" Haruhi groaned at the sound of Ranka's frenzied shouts and woke fully to find herself splayed on the floor near her mother's shrine. "What is it dad…did you set fire to the house again?..." She mumbled as she unlocked her front door. Ranka burst in, arms flailing and luscious red locks writhing like fire. "FAR… FAR WORSE, YOUNG LADY! Oh gosh….don't you look a mess….YOU WILL NOT BELIVE WHAT I HAVE BEEN PUT THROUGH!"
As Haruhi's father ranted on, her calm face slowly turned to a grimace.
*gasp* ERMAHGERRRRRRD... well that is ze first chapterrrr so please review my writing and what you think of ze story so farrrr :3 thankyouuuuu and goodnight XD
