Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School, I don't own my own school, or the school down the road.... or the school in Ghana ('cause my mum owns it).... OMGGM!!! I don't even own the clothes I'm wearing!!!! *Takes off clothes* Mwahahaha! But, readers, I do own my fingers and as long as I have 'em I'll keep on writing, even if you don't want me to XD (I'm like The Rats [James Herbet] I just keep coming back!)
OMGGM stands for "Oh my goodness gracious me", borrowed from my lovely sister Princess Procrastination.
PP: STOLEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ! THEIF THEIF! *twitches on ground* BTW, why are you naked?
OP: Anyway readers, on with the story, thank you for reading all that if you got this far XD R & R
Chapter 1
I saw red, so much red, a dark muted shade, black was better but red is tolerable. I didn't register that to be seeing red behind my closed eyelids there must be
"LIGHT! ARGH!" I screamed.
"Shi...argh no! Are you okay? No, of course not! I'm so stupid! Ah! Hide, yes... safe!"
I heard a clearly panicked voice steadily increasing in both pitch and volume.
"Calm down, Tamaki."
"B-but..." This voice was somewhat muffled.
"He's not going to curse you."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
I now recognised this calm, cool voice. The never ceasing sound of fingers tapping endlessly at a keyboard also alerted me to Kyouya's presence.
So-
"Okay, mommy."
-the excitable idiot was Tamaki.
-oOo-
Nekozawa smiled unconsciously, he remembered Tamaki's comical fear of him and Belzenef and recounted the time when he had tried so desperately to unite him and his sister. Then Nekozawa's face twisted in a grimace; that torch had NOT been nice.
Nekozawa sat bolt upright in his bed; his eyes wide. His sister's terrified expression etched into his mind, not, however, into his sight.
-oOo-
"LIGHT! ARGH!" I screamed for the second time in as many minutes.
I felt soft fabric being tied around my head, covering my poor abused eyes.
The soft voice of my maid (yes, she can manage soft if she tries) whispered into my ear
"Sleep, my sweet prince." I gasped at the phrase my sister still prefers to my name or 'onii-san'. My sharp inwards breath did not only carry air into my mouth. I spluttered as she blocked my nose and mouth forcing me to swallow the bland powder before being allowed to breathe. My eyes bulged while the cloth mercifully blocked out the light.
I could feel my eyelids droop...
...sneaky little...
-oOo-
"So do you mind staying the night with him after all, I don't think he'll disturb your sleep as he doesn't seem to be in pain any longer.... besides if he knew you were here I'm sure he'll more than appreciate it...."
"Eh?!"
"I'll leave you to it then."
The door clicked softly closed.
-oOo-
I opened my eyes as my maid left the room. I knew her from her voice and the elegant way her cloak swished at her exit. I had, in fact, previously caught her practising in my bedroom's mirror just last week.
From the suggestive hints in her words, undoubtedly aimed at me, she had left her, oh no- HIM, behind.
I closed my eyes and tried to calm my breathing as Fujioka studied my face.
She was no fool.
"Are you hungry Nekozawa-sempai?"
-oOo-
He merely turned over as if still asleep. After a moment, however, he hesitantly opened one bright blue eye and met the gaze of my own hazel one. Nekozawa flinched in shock, I smiled – I can always tell when someone feigns sleep. It was like a 6th sense by now, what with dad how he is.
Nekozawa studied my face wearily. I put on my host smile and said
"It's alright Nekozawa-sempai, the lights are off; you can open your other eye now."
-oOo-
Was it still closed! I opened it as Fujioka stood up.
"ARGH!"
-oOo-
I spun around; I'd forgotten to close the blinds. I looked at Nekozawa, he'd flung his hands up to shield his face from the shaft of moonlight cutting into the darkness and I could see one wide ocean-blue eye through the gap in his long, pale fingers. His hands were very slender and the way the moonlight shimmered in his hair was so pretty-like opal. He was perfect for the host club but how could Tamaki ever accept him? For in front of me was the prince type, so suited to that role that Tamaki would be outshone like the moon in the light of the morning star....
*groan*
AH! The blinds! Nekozawa's previously unfocused gaze was now focused on my flushed face. I quickly drew the blinds and stared at the window frame trying not to let my thoughts wander to how soft Nekozawa's hair looked or how clear his blue eyes were or.... DAMN!
-oOo-
I gazed at Fujioka's small form. She had her back turned as if she didn't want to look at me. Had I done something wrong? If so, what? I knew she was a girl because I saw her at my summer manor but she surely didn't mind that! I mean, she's wearing a dress right now! She couldn't be frightened either, she never has been scared f me. Even now, as a girl she's allowing herself to be alone with an older boy. In his room no less!
I glanced down at the sheets, correction-I could tell in the dim light these sheets were white, mine, naturally, were black. Hospital then? Probable, as the Ootori boy was here earlier.
*CRASH*
Oops. "Haruhi?"I called.
I saw her shoulders rise as she took a deep breath and let it out as a sigh,
She didn't turn around.
-oOo-
Argh, Nekozawa-sempai's* calling me, what do I doooo!
-oOo-
Haruhi carefully arranged her facial features into an innocent questioning look and prepared to turn around.
"Haruhi!" came Nekozawa's voice; more urgently this time. She turned around quickly but still with her well-used calm but slightly bored expression on. Then her eyes widened slowly in surprise and her mouth involuntary opened in a silent "oh".
She was looking at his eyes, blue like the sky, shining like twin crystals and, probably more importantly, swimming in unshed tears.
Haruhi stared in a kind of trance at the sheer beauty, innocence and heart-wrenching sadness of the scene as Nekozawa's tears began to spill and slide down his ivory skin. It was so delicate-almost translucent. She followed a drop of liquid on its path down his slightly reddened cheek and on its quick descent to the polished mahogany floor. Its splash failed to bring her out of her stupor. Haruhi's eyes hungrily returned to her sempai's face and his eye's met hers before darting around avoiding her gaze.
-oOo-
"Erm...." It wasn't like Haruhi to be speechless. Or to stare, she never seemed interested in, well, anything really. No, anything.... at all.
"Nekozawa.... sempai...?"
"Hmmm...." I was thinking about something else then, my mind wanders.
"Nekozawa-sempai, why were you crying?"
I told her it was nothing and waved my hand dismissively-and splattered blood all over the floor. The moon's muted glow through the blinds diminished further behind a cloud and we were plunged suddenly into a deeper darkness but even so I saw her face pale as I descended into my own mind's blissful blackness.
* Haruhi previously didn't add the sempai to Nekozawa's name in her thoughts, however, now she's trying to add an air of professionalism and detachment to the situation in an effort to stop all the inappropriete thoughts regarding him.