This entire fic was inspired by Taylor Swift's song "Mine." No, it won't be following the song exactly, but I just loved the idea of creating a character who doesn't want to waste her time with love after seeing it deteriorate in front of her very eyes.
This takes place after the final episode of the anime, with a few manga references.
Note: Mori is pretty much like Donatello (Ninja Turtles) with my writing for Ouran. The wild type is honestly my favorite character in Ouran, so I will probably be creating a lot of OCs for him as time goes on (or I might write a HaruMori, I dunno yet). However, plot bunnies are attacking me when I least expect it…especially when I'm eating any sort of pasta (why pasta of all things?) or I'm with my friend/practically-my-sister Haruhi (it's her nickname) because of her Belzeneff jokes that she does randomly to freak me out. Lol.
Summery: Fumiko doesn't want to fall in love. So, what happens when love creeps up on her? Craziness, of course.
Disclaimer: Sorry, I'm not Bisco Hatori, so Ouran High School Host Club isn't mine. However, I am me, so I own Fumiko and any extra characters that come along in later chapters.
Is your umbrella safe?
Unwanted:
~-Chapter 1: Rainy Days-~
Haruhi wanted nothing more then to rip her hair out.
"I don't get it, Haruhi," Hikaru stated as she placed a box of rice into the basket that was hanging on her arm, "Why are you going grocery shopping when it's obviously going to rain?"
"Because, Hikaru," her tone was clipped, not that the older Hitachiin noticed, "I don't have enough food in my house to feed an entire party."
Honestly, when will the Host Club stop coming to her house unexpectedly?
Of course, it was sunny when the six arrived cheerily (all but Kyoya and Mori) on her doorstep over an hour and a half ago, and it was just about twenty-five minutes ago when they started complaining of hunger. So, she sort of needed to go to the grocery store, and that in turn caused them all to go shopping. And that was when they noticed the ominous rain clouds.
Damn rich bastards, Haruhi inwardly groaned.
She let out a sigh, looking in the back of her mind what else she needed from the store. That was when Kaoru suddenly appeared, "Hey, Hikaru, Haruhi, guess what."
"What?" his twin replied, while Haruhi wanted nothing more then to finish buying the rest of the ingredients for curry and get out of the grocery store before something embarrassing happened.
"It's raining."
Haruhi turned her gaze to the front of the store, and peered out the window, noticing that it was indeed raining. She pursed her lips, being used to going to the store in the rain, "And that's a problem?"
"No," Kaoru shrugged, before a mischievous grin crossed his lips, "it just has Milord in a tizzy."
And that was when she heard it, "Haruhi~iiii!"
She let out an exasperated groan as she embraced for the impact of an idiot's body slamming into hers. She stumbled a bit when he did about a moment later, but his arms wrapping around her petite frame prevented her from making a face plant into a shelf of boxed rice.
Haruhi was thanking her mother in heaven that nothing fell out of the basket.
"What is it, Tamaki-senpai?"
"Are you sure that an umbrella will be enough, daughter?" Tamaki's voice was laced with unneeded worry, "Daddy doesn't want his precious Haruhi to catch a cold."
She was also thankful that her real father, Ranka, was working at that very moment and not lurking somewhere in the store. However, she wasn't too happy about an old lady staring at the sight horrified, while the twins were quietly plotting something rile the idiot blonde up.
"Tamaki-senpai, this isn't the first time I've been grocery shopping when it's raining and it won't be the last," she paused, thinking for a moment, before asking, darkly, "Did you even check the weather before coming over to my place?"
The Host King's grip loosened, "No?"
Typical Tamaki.
"It's not surprising that Milord forgot to check the weather, right Hikaru?"
"Not in the least, Kaoru."
"He can be forgetful at times."
"Not a good quality, if I say so myself."
""No wonder he's such an idiot.""
"Hey! You two didn't check the weather either!" Tamaki instantly removed himself from Haruhi pointing and yelling at the twins, effectively scaring off the old lady. Haruhi sighed, deciding that while the three were distracted to go and grab the last ingredient she needed before checking out. She passed Kyoya, who was making his way toward Tamaki and the twins, his expression etched with irritation, and she was pretty sure Honey was taking advantage on a sale on sweets at the other end of the store with Mori standing faithfully by his side. As Haruhi made her way past a display of umbrellas and other rain gear, but stopped, noticing a young woman that looked about her age standing before it, a bag of already purchased groceries hanging off her arm. It was a sight familiar to her after many rainy days.
"Again, Honda-san?"
The young woman tensed, turning on her heel and staring wide eyed at Haruhi before regaining composure with a nervous laugh, "Oh, hello, Fujioka-san."
"Why is it every time you come to the grocery store on a rainy day, your umbrella gets stolen?" Haruhi asked the girl flatly. It was bound to happen to someone, after placing his or her umbrellas on the rack outside and going inside, some passerby, without an umbrella, would grab an umbrella from the rack the moment it started raining. This girl's umbrella always ended up being the one taken.
"I don't know," the girl with the surname Honda shrugged, "it just does."
"Uh-huh," Haruhi nodded, "well, it's a waste of money to keep buying a new umbrella every time this happens, you know."
"I know, but-Um, Fujioka-san, there are three people coming behind you and I think they're going to tackle you."
"""Haruhi! Why'd you disappear like that?"""
In essence, the moment Tamaki and the twins arrived, she pretty much was tackled. The Host King held her in a tight embrace, causing her to stare indifferently at the Honda girl, who was blinking at the sight with confused hazel-brown eyes.
"Why'd you wonder away from, Daddy, like that daughter?"
"Tamaki-senpai, can you please refrain from doing that here," Haruhi groaned, "especially in front of one of my neighbors."
The twins were staring at this Honda person, before stating, incredulously, ""Neighbor?""
Haruhi's brow twitched in annoyance, and she pinched the back of Tamaki's hand, causing the blonde to slump in his emo corner after she forced him to let her go, "Yes, neighbor. And Honda-san," she turned her attention to the girl, "if you want to share my umbrella, I honestly don't care, we're going to the same place."
"Fujioka-san, it's fine, I don't mind getting a new umbrella."
"But it's a waste of money."
"Geez, Haruhi," Hikaru rolled his eyes, "what's wrong with her and getting a new umbrella, it's worth chump change."
"At least to you," Haruhi grumbled, "besides, this is the seventh umbrella that was stolen from you, right, Honda-san?"
"Yes," the girl laughed nervously.
"Stolen?" Kaoru blinked.
"Why on Earth would anyone want to steal an umbrella?" Hikaru was amazed.
Of course, at the word 'stolen,' Tamaki was up and holding Honda's free hand, "My dear lady, I will do anything in my power to find the culprit and return your umbrella to you!"
"Uh, Tamaki-senpai, that's not necessary," Haruhi stated, "it's just an umbrella."
"Um, I'm sorry, but, who are you?"
Tamaki promptly exclaimed, "My name is Souh Tamaki, lovely princess," he paused, "and you are?"
Honda hesitated just for a moment, before she replied, "Honda Fumiko."
"Tamaki!"
The idiot blonde was still holding Fumiko's hand as he turned to his gaze to the angry Kyoya. His attention was fully on the spectacled boy, "Mommy! This-"
"Personally, I don't give a damn about what you're about to say, Daddy," the ebony haired young man growled.
"What in the world gives you and those two," he sent a dark look toward Hikaru and Kaoru, who immediately shrunk and hid behind Haruhi (who was a tad freaked out herself by the vice president's angry demeanor), "the right to walk away, when I'm clearly talking to you." Fumiko, who didn't even know any of these people personally (well, except for Haruhi) paled at the frightening look on the young man's face. She held her bag of purchases tightly to her chest, wishing that the blonde boy would let go of her hand so she could grab an umbrella and leave.
Much to her own luck, or lack there of, Tamaki pulled her and pushed her toward the angry boy, crying, "Mommy, this poor girl's umbrella was stolen!" It was clear he wasn't at all phased by Kyoya being pissed off at the moment, deciding to be more concerned about the girl's issues.
"And?" Kyoya wasn't going to budge. Actually, he truly didn't care. Associating with this girl probably wasn't going to benefit him in anyway.
"Tamaki-senpai," Haruhi groaned, "don't make this a bigger deal then it really is."
"Um," Fumiko glanced over her shoulder remembering his name, "Souh-san, could you please let me go?"
"There they are! See, Takashi, I told you we'd find them!" (1)
Fumiko glanced at the source of the cry, and blinked seeing a little boy and an older, much taller boy approaching.
"Ah, Honey-senpai, Mori-senpai, nice to see that you two finally caught up with us," Hikaru stated, before pointing at the girl who was still being forced to stand face to face with Kyoya by Tamaki, "we actually met one of Haruhi's neighbors."
"Wow, really?" Honey was in awe, staring at Fumiko with wide eyes.
"Yes, really," Kaoru affirmed with a grin.
Haruhi rolled her eyes at the statement, "Tamaki-senpai, let Honda-san go already. Let me take care of this."
"But Haruhi," Tamaki argued, "Her umbrella was stolen!"
"Stolen!" Honey gasped, shocked by the very idea. Mori merely stared at the girl, his shock and anger hidden behind his poker face.
"Yes, Tamaki," Kyoya stated, "we've clarified that this young lady's umbrella has indeed been stolen. She can just buy a new one."
Fumiko relaxed slightly, finally meeting someone who actually agreed with her. However, Haruhi wasn't exactly happy about it, and she repeated her earlier statement, "But that's a waste of money, and this is the seventh time her umbrella has been stolen."
"Seventh?" Honey eeped, his eyes wide with horror.
""Doesn't that mean she's cursed?"" the twins stated with grins.
Fumiko sighed and shrugged, effectively removing herself from Tamaki's grip, turning her attention to Haruhi, "Fujioka-san, who are these people?" Tamaki had already introduced himself, but the other five hadn't exactly done that.
Haruhi hesitated, before stating, "We're all in a club together."
Of course, Tamaki chose this moment to advertise, "Yes, but we're not just in any club!" He threw his hands in the air, sparkles flying, "We're in the Ouran Host Club!"
Haruhi almost face palmed.
Fumiko blinked, before repeating, "A Host Club."
"Yes," Tamaki beamed.
"So it's kind of like a reversed harem."
"No, it's nothing like a reversed harem," Tamaki sighed, sweat-dropping before recovering quickly, "In our club, we do all in our power to make young ladies happy."
"Uh, Milord," Kaoru stated.
"That doesn't exactly prove we're nothing like a reversed harem," Hikaru finished, flatly.
"Look," Fumiko sighed, "as interesting as your argument is, I need to get going. So, I'll-"
"Honda-san," Haruhi interrupted the girl as she was reaching to grab an umbrella, "I'm almost done, so you and I can share an umbrella."
Haruhi wasn't going to let this go.
Tamaki paled at the female host's statement, and cried, "No! You can't!"
"What is it, Senpai?" Haruhi asked, irritated by the fact that he had a problem with the idea. Normally, he was all for doing deeds like this for young woman, so what's his deal.
He pointed at the two young ladies and declared dramatically, "Two people sharing an umbrella states that they are a couple."
Fumiko sighed while Haruhi actually face palmed, "Souh-san, friends share umbrellas all the time. Besides, I'm just going to buy a new umbrella, so no big deal."
"But that's a waste of money," Haruhi blurted, yet again.
"I'm going to need a new one eventually," Fumiko pointed out, "so, why not buy one now?"
Tamaki was then hit with an amazing idea. He motioned to himself and the five other boys, "You could share with one of us, Fumiko!"
Fumiko stared at him as if he had grown an extra head, not due to his idea, but by the fact he had called her by her name, as if he was familiar with her. Her left eyebrow twitched, "I don't even know any of you. And, I only know your name, Souh-san."
Honey took this opportunity and quickly appeared by Fumiko's side, grabbing her by her free arm. Tears prickled his eyes, "You don't want to get to know us?"
The girl's eyes widened as a blush crossed her cheeks, This kid is adorable. Why do I find it hard to say no to him?
"Leave it to Honey-senpai to win her over," Hikaru muttered quietly to Kaoru.
Fumiko smiled at Honey, "I guess it wouldn't hurt anything."
"Yay!" Honey cried, happily.
"Wonderful!" Tamaki smiled brightly.
"Introductions would be nice," Haruhi reminded flatly.
"Ooo! I wanna go first!" Honey cried, before tugging on Fumiko's arm, "My name is Haninozuka Mitsukuni, but everyone calls me Honey." He then pointed toward his tall, solemn looking cousin, "And that's my younger cousin, Morinozuka Takashi, but everyone calls him Mori."
"Hey," Mori stated bluntly.
Hold on a second, Fumiko glanced between Honey and Mori, Honey's older then him?
Thanks to Honey introducing himself and Mori, Hikaru and Kaoru appeared directly in Fumiko's line of vision.
""We're the Hitachiin brothers.""
"I'm Hikaru."
"And I'm Kaoru."
They leaned forward grinning like Cheshire cats, golden eyes twinkling, ""So, do you have any interesting stories about, Haruhi?""
"What?" Fumiko stared at them as if they were insane.
They stared at her blankly for a moment, before backing up with a sigh.
"I can see you're going to be lots of fun," Hikaru stated sarcastically.
Before Kaoru could add onto Hikaru's sarcasm, Kyoya reluctantly stepped forward, staring indifferently at the young woman, "My name is Ohtori Kyoya." He paused, eying her up and down for a moment, before asking, "And you are?"
Before she could say anything Tamaki cried, "Her name is Honda Fumiko!"
Her brow furrowed in confusion. Didn't Kyoya hear Tamaki refer to her by her first name? Perhaps he didn't care. However, a chill had run down her spine when Kyoya was speaking to her.
He was quite scary.
Kyoya muttered something under his breath, before nodding. He was irritated. After being woken up at an un-Godly hour on a Sunday by the idiots he called his friends (minus Haruhi) and being dragged to the only female host's house, he was already touchy. However, adding the in the factor of rain, thanks to none of those idiots having the mind to check the weather, he was forced to call to have six umbrellas to be brought to the Fujioka residence (plus Honey's pink, bunny printed rain boots).
He was at the point where he would probably kill them all with his bare hands.
Now they wanted to walk some strange girl home, and he couldn't do anything to stop it because Honey got involved and Honey always seemed to get what he wants.
At least, most of the time.
"Mimi-chan!" (2)
"Huh?" Fumiko blinked her attention fully on Honey, who was still clinging to her arm, and that was when she finally noticed that he had a toy bunny cradled on his elbow. She only had one thought on her mind, Who the hell is Mimi-chan?
"Who do you want to share an umbrella with, Mimi-chan?"
Oh, so she was Mimi-chan.
Interesting.
Fumiko sucked in her bottom lip chewing it nervously, glancing between the six handsome boys and Haruhi.
The only girl in the group was definitely out of the question considering that Tamaki had made it clear he didn't want them to share an umbrella (was he in love with her or something?) and Kyoya was too creepy to even consider asking. Plus, she was pretty sure the boy with glasses didn't like her for some reason. She would consider Honey, but she had problems keeping herself dry under an umbrella without the worry of a second person. He was a bit too short to share an umbrella with. (3)
That left Hikaru, Kaoru, Tamaki, and Mori.
After the statement that she heard from Hikaru (she was pretty sure it was Hikaru) about him stating that she was no fun, Fumiko was sure that the twins would probably be like the trouble makers from school. Tamaki was a bit too hyperactive for her to handle with being in a space barely centimeters apart all the way back to the apartment complex.
Even though Mori was holding a white cake box, he seemed less likely to do anything insane. So, in her opinion, he was the safest choice, hands down.
She was hesitant with answering because all the boys except Kyoya and Mori were staring at her expectantly. Haruhi was just in the background, staring at her with an 'are-you-serious' expression.
"Mori."
The silence was thick for the few moments after her answer and it was only broken when Hikaru and Kaoru parroted, ""Mori-senpai?""
Then they started laughing. Honey ignored their laughing. His big honey-brown eyes widened in awe, before a big face-splitting grin crossed his features. It was clear that he approved her choice.
"Are you okay with this, Mori-senpai?" Haruhi asked, turning her attention to the quiet boy, who was a tad shocked that she chose him out of all the hosts.
He recovered from his shock quickly, turning his gaze to the younger host, answering with a small nod. Haruhi nodded, before glancing into the basket hanging off her arm, "I have one last thing to grab before going to the check out."
"Do you want, Daddy, to come with you Haruhi?" Tamaki was now in Haruhi's personal bubble, much to Fumiko's relief and Haruhi's annoyance.
"No, I can manage it, senpai," Haruhi stated.
"But what if there's a pervert lurking somewhere in the store! I don't want my daughter to be violated while away from Daddy."
Haruhi stared at him, her expression unreadable. Then, she stated, "Senpai, the only pervert here is you." With that statement, Tamaki was in a corner, shrouded with darkness. Haruhi turned her attention to the rest of the group, "I'll meet you guys at the front of the store okay. This will only take about five minutes."
""Okay, Haruhi,"" the twins waved as Haruhi walked off. The moment she was out of hearing range the twins turned to Tamaki with mischievous grins, ""Well, it seems that Haruhi agrees with us. You, Milord, are indeed a pervert.""
This set Tamaki off.
"That was a little harsh," Fumiko stated more to herself, then anyone else. Tamaki was now in the process of yelling at Hikaru and Kaoru, while Kyoya was glaring holes into the three.
"Tama-chan, Hika-chan, and Kao-chan are always like that," Honey's voice caused Fumiko to turn her gaze toward the smaller boy, "especially when it comes to Haru-chan."
Fumiko tilted her head, turning her gaze toward the three boys who were now cowering in fear from Kyoya who was talking in a quiet yet stern voice. So, Tamaki plus the twins were seemingly in love with Haruhi. However, she had to make sure it was true.
"So, are they all in love with Fujioka-san or something?"
Honey was silent for a moment. This girl was extremely sharp for noticing this so quickly. He threw a glance in Mori's direction and noticed his cousin was a bit impressed with the girl's observation. Drawing in a deep breath, Honey murmured, "I don't think they realize their true feelings yet."
Fumiko's lips formed into a straight line at the small blonde's statement. One thought rang through her mind.
Good.
PLEASE REVIEW!
Constructive Criticism is encouraged!
There's a chance that I might take Repunzel off soon, if I decided to rewrite it. It's not turning out the way I want it to, so as soon as I get my thoughts together for it, I'll figure out what to do. I hope that people aren't mad at me for putting it on hold for the time being, and turning my focus on this story. Lol. Maybe by writing this I'll get ideas for Repunzel.
I'm pretty sure that this chapter might be a bit confusing. If it is, please let me know.
A/N: I was tempted to use the surname Honda, so that's why I used it. It's not because I have Fruits Basket on the brain (even though Tohru is an adorable character).
Also, special thanks to my best friend in the world Crystal Persian for reading a portion of this while it was a WIP, even though she didn't know the characters very well. She is the best friend a girl could ever hope for!
Footnotes:
(1)I've noticed this while reading a bunch of fanfic, that people sometimes spell Mori's name as Takeshi. It makes me think of a character that pops up in the manga by the name Kuze Takeshi who is a childhood friend (well, not really…) of Kyoya's, and is in class 3-A with Mori and Honey. The names Takashi and Takeshi have two completely pronunciations. Takashi has an 'ah' sound (no pun intended) and Takeshi has an 'eh' sound. (Gosh, I feel like a know it all. I'm sorry ya'll!)
(2)Fumiko's nickname from Honey was originally going to be Miko-chan, but I was suddenly hit with the idea to change it to Mimi-chan in loving memory of my grandmother, whom was known to everyone as Mimi. She passed away in February (2010) from breast cancer and she had taken place as my mother figure for the past two and a half years (actually, three and a half years, counting when my mom was sick). Even when she was sick she was a big help to me and my younger sister after our mom passed away. So, in my heart, I feel this is a bit over do. (A/N: At the moment, I'm debating on whether or not to write a Haruhi drabble based on the idea of her missing her mama. I know I have days where I just miss my mom.)
(3)The reason Fumiko won't share an umbrella with Honey is due to her not wanting to get him wet. She's afraid that if she did share with him and he got wet, he'd complain and she'd feel guilty.