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Hey guys! This is my first try at a FanFiction so I hope you like it! I would love to hear what you think and constructive criticism is welcome but please don't be rude. If you don't like my story idea than don't read.
Rated M just in case, for sexual themes.
Chapter One: The Invitation
Haruhi shivered slightly as she stepped out the door. It was crisp and chilly for a mid-June morning. The smell of rain filled the air. Haruhi looked up seeing the grey storm clouds looming above in an amount manner. "Well it's definitely going to rain today." she muttered. Though she was a little worried it would be a thunderstorm.
Stepping out she walked across the paved path in front out to the white picket fence. Just like every morning an early morning jogger passed, waving to her as she reached in the mailbox.
"Morning Akamatsu." she smiled waving as she pulled out the stack of mail and headed back inside flipping through the envelopes.
As she got to the last envelope of the stack she froze pulling out a letter and holding it up in front of her. She sighed as she leaned against the wall staring down at the fancy ivory envelope addressed with fancy gold lettering.
She didn't need to see the return address, with its matching pink beveled seal, in the top left hand corner to know where it came from. Only one place she knew that would be sending something this elegant to her.
Ouran Academy the gold letters read. Addressed to Miss Haruhi Fujioka all in a majestic cursive lettering.
She felt almost reluctant as she slipped her finger under the flap and broke the seal that was holding the envelope shut. She pulled out the card, with matching ivory and gold, out. Below a much larger and more detailed school seal at the top it read:
Miss Haruhi Fujioka,
On behalf of the Board of Directors and other administrators of Ouran Academy the reunion committee of Ouran Academy cordially invites you to the special celebration of the reunion of three accomplished graduating classes from our Academy.
Please join us on the evening of Friday, July twelfth for the grand banquet dinner and opening ceremony of the reunion weekend for our esteemed alumni and their families.
Included behind the invitation was an RSVP card and a simple agenda of the entire weekend they had planned for this reunion. 'An entire weekend..' she thought shaking her head, 'Damn these rich people'.
It had been ten years since she had graduated from Ouran. As she looked over the details she realized that the other two graduating classes that would be combined in this reunion were the two graduating classes before her. That meant all of them would be there…
She slid the papers back into the envelope, sliding it into her back pocket, tossing the rest of the mail into the incoming mail slot and grabbing her apron putting it on. She didn't have time for this right now. She had work to do and it's not like she could really take the time off for a whole weekend, let alone the expenses to go out for that, even if the room accommodations were taken care of.
Plus there was another reason that was stopping her. She couldn't face them, not after all these years, not when…
"Hey mom…" a small voice said.
Haruhi looked back at the boy and smiled. "Kazue." She knelt down to look into his eyes. "What is it sweetie?" She reached over brushing some crumbs off the corner of his mouth from breakfast. He was the main reason she couldn't even consider going to the reunion, seeing her old host club friends again. How could she explain the situation?
When she looked at her beautiful eight year old she couldn't help but feel conflicted herself. She didn't have the answer they all would want to know. Especially a certain three... but she had never been able to bring herself to actually find out what the truth really was.
That year after she graduated from Ouran Academy had been an interesting one with a lot of twist and turns. Her father had gotten really sick and needed her help more than ever, which put off her going to college to pursue law like her mother. During that winter she almost lost him a few times and she knew she wouldn't have made it through without the help of her friends. But that also was what had led to the situation now. She had always been so close with each of the member of the host club that even she sometimes forgot she wasn't just one of the boys and that put her in situations where things could get out of hand.
When she looked at her son her mind could never help but wander and wonder about him, about his father. She saw him push up his glasses with two fingers in the center to stop them from falling off the edge of his nose. The same way she would see him do when he was reading or studying; he was a brilliant child and she wondered if this was all the answer she needed. But then again, even at his age the boy had such talent with the piano and the way his blue eyes sparkled when was able to help others… she couldn't deny that even for a quieter and shy boy he could be quite the dramatic character at times. And then he had another more playful side. The side that had taught her to always open her dresser drawers slowly so not to be frightened by a frog jumping out or to make sure there were no lizards hiding in her shoes.
Truly Kazue was a mystery to her. But she loved every bit of him. No matter who his father was she didn't care. They had a life here that she loved. It was a simple life, they didn't have a lot of money and though she did regret that he had not had a father in his life, she wouldn't change it. That's why she couldn't go. She couldn't make Kazue go through that, not when she didn't have a straight answer for him, or them. It was too messy.
"It's raining." He said simply, holding his little blue book bag closer to his chest as he looked up at her. His dark brown hair was a mess like always and he wore an old oversized sweater to combat the chilly rainy morning.
Looking out into the empty lobby of Pension Misuzu she knew today would be fairly slow. "Alright," she said pulling her apron back off and hanging it on the hook again. "Let me grab my umbrella and I'll walk with you to your piano lesson okay?"
His face broke out into a large grin as he nodded, turning around and scrambling back down the hall to get his shoes, slipping and sliding in his socks as he turned around the corner. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Misuzu smiling at her, wearing a yellow dress and a pink frilly apron today.
"That little boy has got you wrapped around his finger doesn't he?" he commented.
Slipping her shoes on herself, she just smiled with a nod. "Yes he does." Haruhi looked back over at her boss and close friend. "I hope you don't mind me slipping out to walk with him."
"No! No! Of course not!" he flailed his arms going over before draping an arm around her in a half hug. "You're a wonderful mother, sweet Haruhi, and I appreciate all the help you always give me. Go walk with you boy!" Just then the bell at the front desk rang and Misuzu hurried off welcoming his customers in a sing song tone.
Haruhi reached up grabbing her umbrella hanging from the hook next to her coat, then decided to grab her coat as well just in case. As she finished putting it on, Kazue came rushing around the corner, nearly falling tripping over his shoelaces.
"Kazue." Haruhi caught him kneeling down in front of him again as he scooted his glasses back again "Be careful, you could have hurt yourself." Bending down she fixed his shoes, tying them properly before standing back up again and holding out her hand.
Kazue took it, walking with his mother to the door. As Haruhi opened it, pulling out her umbrella and sliding it open with a pop, Kazue looked out at the downpour of rain splashing on the sidewalk in front of them before looking up at the sky.
"Mom?"
"Humm?" Haruhi asked looking over at him as she stepped out with the umbrella in one hand and her sons in another, though he still remained standing in the doorway.
"You…you don't think it's going to be a thunderstorm do you?" he asked shyly.
"I don't know sweetie, but it will be okay." She squeezed his hand gently. "Remember what I taught you?" Kazue nodded quickly pulling out his headphones and old mp3 he had shoved in his bag. Haruhi smiled. "See, you'll be okay. And I'll be with you too okay?"
Nodding again Kazue smiled a little more comforted as he quickly stepped out, joining his mother under their umbrella as they started walking.
As Haruhi was walking back from dropping off Kazue she walked past a little old book shop in town. In the front display was the new book of a series she knew her son was really into. Stepping closer to the window she leaned over to see if the price was displayed, hoping perhaps that it was something she could afford right now for his upcoming birthday. But the price wasn't, she would have to go inside and ask. When she looked up she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of the glass that made her stop.
She had changed over the past ten years. Though she hadn't really grown any taller she felt like she had really grown into more of a woman. Though part of her knew that it was due to the after effects of her pregnancy with Kazue, the other half was that she never wore boy's clothes anymore. Her hair had grown out and now fell a few inches below her shoulders, her bangs swept to one side.
Breaking away from her reflection something else behind her reflected in the window caught her attention. She turned around to see an old ice cream parlor and there stood the manager looking out at the rain with disappointment, as it was driving away all his clientele. She smiled at the memory of the first time she had tried the ice cream there.
"I heard this place is famous for their ice cream." She had said, before holding out the cone to Hikaru, "Here, I'll let you have the first taste."
Hikaru looked at it unimpressed. "If it sucks then we're playing a penalty game."
'That day ended in weather much like this,' she thought as she heard a soft rumbling in the distance and tightened her grip on her umbrella. It wasn't the only time that Hikaru had been there with her during a storm though.
"Dad, just get some sleep, okay?" Haruhi pleaded, holding her father's shoulder to stop him from getting up. It was affective, seeing that he was unable to fight her in his weakened condition. "I'm fine, and you need your rest to get better or you'll just get worse, okay?"
He pouted. "But how can I just lay here and let my sweet Haruhi work so hard? I have to help, I'm your father, I'm supposed to be taking care of you!" He started to blubber.
"Calm down dad." she said, standing up with a smile. "You've taken care of me for years, this isn't a big deal. And I am an adult now, okay."
"But my baby girl!" he exclaimed tears streaming out of his eyes very overdramatically as he tried to sit up reaching out to her.
She put out her hand to stop him and gave him a stern look. "Stop it dad. You need to take care of yourself, okay? How are you supposed to take care of me like you want, if you don't let yourself get better?" Her stern tone seemed to sober him up as he lied back down, to her relief, in thoughtful agreement to her wishes.
After refilling his water she walked back into her room and lay on her bed with a heavy sigh. That's when she heard the rumbling in the distance. With a frown she stood up, going over to the window and pulling back the curtain to see the rain coming down and the dark clouds above. The sky rumbled again before cracking in loud thunder as lightning crossed the sky. She jumped away, letting the curtains fall shut as she covered her ears.
Once it quieted down again her anxiety started to subside. Slowly she sat back down on her bed. It was so quiet now that when her phone went off she nearly jumped out of her skin. Fumbling to answer it, as she was, she didn't bother to look and see who was calling.
"He-Hello?"
"Haruhi? Are you alright?" Hikaru asked. She could hear the sound of rain coming from the other end of the line. 'Was he walking around in this weather?' she thought. 'That seemed odd for him.'
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." she replied, though she didn't sound very convincing.
"Haruhi.." he started, but she cut him off.
"I have to go!" She could hear rumbling in the background and knew the storm was only going to get worse. "I think my dad is calling me!" she hung up the phone as lightning flashed and thunder roared once again. With a small squeak she jumped, running over and crawling into her closet, bringing her hands to her ears as she curled up.
'I have always hated how much I was afraid of thunderstorms.' she cursed herself inwardly, but she just couldn't help it. The sounds, the flashing lights, it all scared her so much.
She was so distracted trying to calm herself down that she didn't hear when Hikaru pounded on the door, or let himself into the apartment. She didn't even hear him when he came into her room. It wasn't until he slid open her closet door, kneeling down in front of her right as lightning flashed and more thunder rolled low, that she noticed him. She jumped, closing her eyes tighter, as she kept her hands over her ears.
Without saying another word Hikaru reached over, lifting her with ease out of the closet, and brought her over, setting her on the edge of the bed. Reaching back, he pulled off his headphones from around his neck and put them gently over her ears, turning on soft soothing music.
Reaching up he wiped away a few tears "Haruhi." he leaned his forehead against hers. Closing her eyes, she focused on the music, slowly letting herself calm down and her fears slip away.
She had been so focused that she didn't even notice when Hikaru pulled back from her slightly looking down at her. It wasn't until she felt something soft press against her lips that her thoughts shot back to reality and her eyes snapped open. Pulling back in shock she reached up to pull off the headphones. "Hikaru.."
"Don't," he reached up, stopping her from pulling them down as he looked into her eyes. "I don't want you to get scared again."
"But I..."
Hikaru reached up putting his finger against her lips to quiet her before sliding his fingers across her cheek and brushing a few strands away from her face. He watched her expression carefully to see how she would react before he continued. When all she did was close her eyes he leaned forward, gently kissing her again.
At first she didn't kiss back, like before, but after a second she shyly returned the kiss. Hikaru gently placed his hand on her neck, reaching up and placing the other hand on her shoulder continuing this time.
When he finally broke away to catch his breath, Haruhi opened her eyes to look at him as he slid his hand from her shoulder up to her neck, holding her there. Before she even got a chance to speak he kissed her again. This time she could feel more behind the kiss. It was more firm and fervent.
Because her lips had been slightly parted to catch her breath, when he kissed her again Hikaru didn't pause at the opportunity to slip the tip of his tongue in between her lips. She felt a tingle run up her spine and her hands seemed to move on their own accord up to his chest grasping lightly onto his shirt.
Her response was encouragement enough to Hikaru and he let his tongue slide the rest of the way into her mouth, tasting her even more as he played with her tongue. He felt her grasp onto his shirt tighten, which caused him to smirk into the kiss slightly. Brushing his hands across her shoulders and down her arms he let his fingers slide around her waist pulling her closer until she was flush against him, her legs on either side of his waist.
Haruhi gasped slightly at the sudden pressure of being pushed up against him, but didn't pull away. Instead she let her arms slowly move around his neck holding herself close to him as she timidly moved her tongue against his. He moaned in response.
The sound of his moan sent a tingling sensation shooting through her as she felt his hands bunch up her shirt at her waist, where he was holding her. Maybe it was the fact that she could more feel the moan from him rather than hear it, or because of the headphones she still wore that her body reacted the way it did.
She felt a sigh escape as Hikaru opened his mouth more, the movement of his tongue increased and the intensity of the kiss grew more.
As suddenly as all this had started Hikaru broke away from the kiss with a gasp from both of them, but immediately she felt his lips on her neck next to her ear as he began trailing open mouth kisses down her neck. She tilted her head back as she felt it, his tongue dragging along her skin each time he moved to a new spot. Her body was starting to quiver with built up sensations as he moved along down to the collar of her shirt. He paused there for a brief moment before quickly sliding his hand to the back of her head to pull her back down into a kiss.
He didn't wait for permission this time before sliding his tongue between her lips running it across the roof of her mouth before spinning it around her tongue. His hand still remaining at her side, grasped onto her shirt tighter before releasing his grip and moving his hand away. Before she even had time to realize what he was doing she felt his cold fingers against the bare skin on her stomach.
She jumped, resulting in her pulling away from the kiss and looking down breathing heavily. Hikaru opened his eyes and started to pull his hand away worried he had done something wrong but was stopped when Haruhi grabbed his wrist then slid her hand over his to keep it where it was. She looked back up at him. Her eyes were fixed on him, those beautiful big brown eyes held no fear or uncertainty in them at this moment and that comforted him.
He snaked his hand up her shirt a little more and picked her up around her waist swiftly before laying her on her back on her bed. He crawled over her, his hands and legs on either side of her as he hovered over her, looking down, his red hair falling into his face. Reaching his hand in his pocket he pulled out the iPod connected to the headphones she still had on. He set it above her head so it, and the headphone cord, were out of the way as he leaned down, kissing her again.
She bit her lip at the memory but shook her head. What good did this memory do her now? It only reminded her of what she was dealing with because she was so careless. That was why she didn't have contact with any of her old friends now. She had made such a mess of things because she had been so stupid and now she couldn't go back.
Walking into the bookstore she shut her umbrella and walked over to the table with new books to look at prices. Quickly her mind was preoccupied with the present and she got on with her day forgetting about the memories, her regrets and the reunion invitation.