Virgin Heartache

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran HSHC by Hatori Bisco, or Bitter virgin by Kusunoki Kei which this storyline is based off of.

Mori/Haruhi

Chapter 1- Confession

The clouds roamed across the morning sky in a dark and heavy fashion, moving in a single uniform mass under a sharp and biting wind. The clouds had appeared quickly, blotting out the sun with their swollen bodies that had shone brightly not even an hour ago, bringing an almost oppressing atmosphere of depression over the city. And within this city, between the sprawl of urban homes and the first line of high-rise enterprise buildings stood a large church of gothic refinement. Its stony skeletal structure was a stark contrast to its neighboring constructs that held a definably modern appearance for these modern times. Hidden in the shadows of the high-rises, with six perfectly straight black spires rising fiercely to the dark sky, surpassing the high-rises in height, this grand building seemed at once like a starved beast, hungry for the life beyond the small twisted and leafless trees that surrounded it like a spiked fence to fill its otherwise hallow center.

Parked before the parabolic arched mouth of this imposing structure was a long black limo, and beside it stood a tall young man with black spiky hair, wearing all black cloths and an impassive face that refused to yield any emotions that might otherwise be swirling rampantly through him. The church and its environs certainly formed an imposing feel to the area but the young man was not concerned. He wasn't unsettled by the unyielding silence or eerie air pervading throughout the area. By nature he just wasn't the kind of guy to get anxious over little things like this. Even the rumor that this church was supposedly haunted didn't faze him.

The rumor in question went that the spirit of a woman who committed suicide haunted this church, due to the belief that she had been abandoned by her lover. As the story went, she and her lover were from different walks of life, she was upper crust and he was from a low class society. It was by mere association with a mutual friend that they came to know one another, and soon after fall passionately for each other. But despite their affections, both their families disapproved of their relation and demanded they separate. Unable to relent to this request, they chose to elope. Under the cover of nightfall they had promised to wed in this very church before fleeing to another part of the country, but even though she arrived at the agreed upon time, he never showed. After several hours of frantic waiting, she was greeted instead by their mutual friend, who informed her that her husband to be was involved with another woman whom he could not give up. This shock was made more unbearable when the friend confessed to knowing for some time what was going on but had chosen to never speak a word.

This however was not the truth. The unspoken fact of the matter was that the friend had long desired the man for herself and catching wind of their plans she had immediately warned their parents. Upon learning of their intentions, the couple's parents had quickly convened and formulated a plan to split them up. They prevented the man from leaving by successfully trapping him in a cellar while they let the woman go and wait for a lover that would never come. They had asked the couples deceitful friend to lie about the situation, and she readily agreed, believing it would be her opportunity to get the man for herself.

Distraught and utterly heartbroken by this supposed revelation of betrayal, the woman had screamed that she would tolerate no more lies and no more secrets before taking up a ceremonial knife that had laid upon the alter. Her lover, having managed to escape from the cellar, appeared only in time to see as she dealt a fatal blow upon herself. He and everyone else watched in horror as she fell down, dead before she even hit the ground. Since she had died in the church with a broken heart, her ghost had remained bound to this site, forcing people to reveal darker truths that they might be keeping secret, and prevented them from lying if their words could only bring hurt. It was said that after the funeral the deceitful friend had taken vows, becoming a nun to repent for her sins, while the woman's lover in turn severed all ties with his family before disappearing without a trace, and has since never been seen or heard from again.

A fascinating and touching story, but the youth didn't believe it. If it was indeed as haunted as people claimed, it would be a huge blow to the Christian people who believed they were protected from such unfortunate circumstances by their god. It wouldn't do if one of their houses of prayer were haunted by a ghost who demanded nothing but the truth. Though in all respects, seen from a different perspective, why should the church not want such an honest spirit, who made it her duty to keep others from tainting their souls by speaking lies? All in all, regarding all aspects of the matter, even if such a spirit did exist what could she possibly want with him? Mori wasn't the type who went about telling lies; he barely spoke at all.

Morinozuka 'Mori' Takashi, the heir to the Morinozuka household, gazed up at the church with his dark eyes, taking in its enormity. He was here on behalf of his father, whom had come down with illness, to meet with one of the fathers who ran the church. Consequently, the man was an old friend from his own fathers' high school days attending Ouran and was also in fact the one who founded this church with his family's support to give the local community with Christian believers a place to pray with others in their belief. Besides being a reunion with an old family friend, this meeting was for business, though Mori was yet to be informed of what exactly. His father had only told him that the Father would tell him what it was about before his mother had come in shooing him away, saying she didn't want another child catching what his father had come down with.

Mori felt another small wave of depression wash over him as he recalled his mothers' words. The absence of the minute childlike blond youth who he was usually seen with was entirely due to his own negligence.

Hearing that a relative had fallen ill, his elder cousin Hunny had immediately rushed over to give his condolences, though it was a bit unnecessary for just the common cold. The boy had been supplied a large strawberry cake upon his arrival and had sat cheerfully at the dining table, eating his cake and tending to his stuffed rabbit bun-bun, while Mori sat next to him to occasionally wipe away any mess from Hunny's face. The maids were ecstatic, being able to witness once more such an adorable scene between the two beautiful kin.

Then Satoshi had come in and when Mori turned to give him his attention, Hunny had slipped away to pay a visit to his cousins' bedridden father. By the time Mori realized his cousin was no longer there and had tracked him down, he was already too late as the Haninozuka heir had been exposed to one of his fathers' horrendous coughing fits. Though the boy had shown no early signs of illness, by the next morning Hunny was as bedridden as his father. The mere sight of Hunny burning red with fever and seized by uncontrollable coughing had been a hard blow to Mori.

Never had Mori felt like a true failure to his honorable duty of watching over his child-like charge. Seeing his gloom, his father had immediately instructed him to do this small favor, to help keep his mind away from thoughts of self- punishment as he was likened to do when ever Hunny was placed in an unfavorable condition.

"Young Master" Said someone from the other side of the limo. Mori, broken from his currently depressing thoughts, turned his head to look at the chauffer who was standing by the open drivers' door.

"The Limo seems to be low on fuel right now. While you are conducting your father's business I'm going to go and fill up the tank. Is there anything you might need me to do while I am away?"

Mori shook his head and the man immediately bowed his head once before climbing back into the limo and driving off. Turning back to the church, Mori heaved a small sigh and decided it was time to get this business affair over with.

Walking up the stone steps to the solid oak doors, he turned an iron handle on one and strode into a dimly lit room. A few seconds passed while his eyesight adjusted to the darkness before he was able to fully perceive his surroundings. Beneath eight equally enormous Neo-Baroque chandeliers that hung suspended from the ceiling though out the room were six long rows of hard wood benches, each bench flanked with tall candlesticks with pinpricks of light coming from flickering flames. Arranged in a fan shape, each row was faced towards an alter that stood before a magnificent stained glass depiction of a man on a cross that stretched from the floor to the high ceiling, who Mori at once recognized from his studies as being Jesus, the mortal son of the Christian God. Standing in front of the said alter was a man with cropped black hair and tiny spectacles garbed in priestly robes who looked up from the book he was reading as Mori closed the door behind him with an audible thump.

"Hello," greeted the man in a friendly manner. "Is there something I can help you with young man?"

"I'm here to see Father Joseph Rawes." Mori spoke in a monotonous voice as he walked down the center aisle.

"Ah! You must be Mr. Morinozuka. I was told you would be coming. Father Joseph is currently upstairs with another of the fathers if I'm not mistaken. Wait here while I go fetch him at once." Stepping away from the Alter, the priest made for a door off to the right. As the man moved, Mori noted that he walked at a slow pace, seeming to favor his left leg. With this analysis Mori hazarded a guess that the priest had sustained an injury of some sort in the right leg. Depending on where Father Joseph was 'upstairs', it could be a while before he saw him.

As the door shut behind the man, Mori exhaled deeply and began to wait. While he was waiting his eyes wandered around the room, taking in the intricate paintings that hung on the walls around the room, depicting scenes and people from the ancient past as described in similarly ancient texts. Though Mori wasn't Christian he did have some respect for the religion, though at times he did have to raise an eyebrow at some of the things he'd heard were portrayed in the bible. As he was looking his eyes fell upon a confessional that was tucked away in a corner to the Alters' left. Curious, he walked over to get a better look at the free-standing booth.

While standing in front of it, Mori's mind went back to Hunny, and he started to wonder what he should do. If the boy was not better by tomorrow, he would inevitably have to be kept from school. If that happened, Mori wouldn't be able to watch over him like he felt was his duty. His mother would refuse the idea of either of her sons taking a day off from school just to tend to a cousin who would already have plenty of assistance from the maids as it was. She was quite against the idea of having him become sick as well, since she had already gone through as many precautions as possible to keep him well. Mori knew he would just have to go throughout the day, waiting for the clock hands to finally hit 3:20, the time when school officially let out, before he would be able to see his cousin again. Speaking of school, if his cousin was still unwell, he wouldn't stay afterwards for Host Club activities. He paused for a moment from his concerns about Hunny to wonder about the reactions of the other Hosts.

Tamaki, the host club's king, would probably try to come up with some idiotically pointless plan to help Hunny and himself in their 'time of need'. While it was more than enough for him to be concerned for them, the passionate blond in his overdramatic displays of concern for the 'family' could get carried away, going absolutely overboard with numerously weird idea's. It was enough to thoroughly befuddle the mind when Tamaki would conceive a plan with the utmost belief in its success when anyone else could point out its obvious flaws. Fortunately a certain Ohtori would be there to step in and prevent the blond from performing any irrational acts- provided he could be coaxed into involving himself with something with no real benefit for himself.

The said Ohtori in question, Kyoya, aka the shadow king, after effectively shooting down Tamaki's plans would be more than likely dissatisfied at the mere thought of the low profit Mori would produce simply because of his neutral personality. The sad fact was that Mori was only an effective host as long as Hunny, his 'lovely item', was there with him. Otherwise he came off as cold and distant- not something a proper host should be in front of his female designations. When he could, Mori would inform Kyoya about taking the day off instead of tending to his hosting duties. It wasn't like he really had a choice after all, because while the club would lose income from having neither him nor Hunny there, they stood to lose more in the form of designations and even first-time costumers if Mori was by himself.

The twins Hikaru and Kaoru probably wouldn't actually be concerned about him or Hunny not being there, but would probably take the opportunity to torment Tamaki. If they were good at anything, it was pushing all the wrong buttons to set Tamaki off- not that that was entirely hard but those two had a definite finesse when going about it. Whether it be adding fuel to the growing fire of his passion only to coldly douse his ego by crippling his plans with sound logic, or distracting him from said plans by 'harassing' his 'daughter', the twins would get a rise out of him which would only result in making a complete fool out of himself, with the additional effect of it further alienating him from his 'daughter' Haruhi.

His thoughts now went to the final host of the group, Haruhi, the only female member (though this was a secret to the rest of the school) and his eyebrows drew together as he began to contemplate what her reaction would be. Her response was actually quite unpredictable at the moment. Initially he would have thought that she would of course be a little concerned about him and Hunny, but she wouldn't dwell on it, just merely wait for them to return. Forever practical by nature and never one to overcomplicate a situation, Haruhi would hope for their health to return, perhaps giving out a helpful tip or two before going on with her own life. Some might think it a little cold of her to act so reserved like that, especially with her own friends, yet Mori understood that even if she didn't go out of way to prove it he knew she still cared. That was just the way Haruhi functioned- or rather he thought she did before the end of the last club session.

Near the end of last Fridays club session one of Haruhi's designations had stormed out because Haruhi, being utterly unresponsive and staring out into space, hadn't paid attention to a word she'd said. An awkward silence had fallen over the room as all Haruhi could do was stare after the girl before mumbling out an apology to empty air. It had been the second designator in as many days to leave because of her inattentiveness. The last time it happened she told them it wasn't because she was sick but refused to give any further explanation for her actions. Kyoya had transferred her last designation over to Tamaki, explaining that Haruhi was clearly out of sorts and therefore unable to carry on. For the rest of the session Haruhi had worked on silently tidying up the room while the others quickly wrapped things up.

After all the girls had filed out Kyoya had immediately rounded on her, demanding to know just what had possessed her to lose yet another valued customer. The cool façade was gone, replaced by an unforgiving icy wrath that clearly expressed itself on his face, the tone of his cutting voice promising horrid repercussions with every word that fell from his lips, causing everyone else to tremble with fear.

Lately Kyoya himself had been acting rather odd, grumbling darkly as he worked on his computer when he wasn't hosting and snapping at Tamaki more frequently than in the past. Not wanting to take any initiative to discover what was troubling their Demon lord, everyone just assumed that it was due to a lack of sleep or something.

Thus wearing a fake smile Kyoya proceeded to scribble something down in his notebook, claiming her debt had been increased again, both for the costumer as well as the cost of flowers to be sent as an apology. By chance Mori had been close enough to glance over Kyoya's shoulder and had flinched after seeing the figure that was written down. At this rate, Haruhi would still be working for the club to pay off her debt, long after she had graduated.

Just as Haruhi, looking thoroughly distressed, was about to say something, Tamaki had immediately sprung forward, shouting about protecting his daughter from 'mothers' harshness before he enveloped her into a protective embrace. It was while Tamaki was crushing her to his body with the full force of what he believed was parental affection that it happened.

With his arms wrapped tightly around her, Haruhi suddenly blanched while her eyes went wide in fear before she opened her mouth and at the top of her lungs did something none of them had ever seen coming- she screamed. Haruhi screamed. As Tamaki let go and fell back startled, she'd bolted for the door as fast as her legs could take her.

The rest of the club had stared after in stunned silence as she fled the room. Then the twins had rounded on Tamaki, demanding to know just what he had done to her, while the blond shrieked back in his own defense that he was innocent. Kyoya had gotten on his phone to talk with some unknown person while Mori had tried to console a distraught Hunny who looked on the verge of tears. Just what had happened to make Haruhi react that way?

Shortly after, Kyoya had gotten off his phone and informed everyone that Haruhi was on her way home and that it would be best if they left her alone for a bit. Tamaki had immediately cried out that something was wrong with his child and that she really needed him, but one look from the shadow king had silenced the lord and left him cowering in fear. He then reminded the remaining club members that come Monday they would be attending a brief meeting and that they would use the opportunity to get to the bottom of Haruhi's behavior, but for the weekend they should all just give her some space. That meant no phone calls, no surprise visits, nothing. Save for Tamaki, who was huddled in his ever depressing corner of woe, they had all agreed.

Mori sighed heavily, wondering what tomorrow would bring. Their concern for the female host had been driving them all a little crazy, but they had kept to Kyoya's advice- no, his orders to leave the poor girl alone. Everyone that is, except for Tamaki whom Kyoya had to order his staff to apprehend and confine in a room at his place over the weekend after a sorry attempt to sneak over to her house disguised as a ninja under the cover of night. Well, they would get an answer tomorrow so-

The creaking of the front door snapped Mori out of his mental deliberation and he turned to see who had come in. His eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the one and only female host slowly walk in, wearing a large pale rose colored shirt over a pair of slightly baggy jeans, and shut the door quietly behind her. Mori vaguely recalled that this church wasn't too far away from Haruhi's neighborhood. From his position Mori was mostly hidden from view, yet he still felt a little exposed at the moment. As her eyes began to travel around the church, looking for anyone else, the idea of being alone with her became an unappealing concept. With the way he was feeling now and not knowing how she herself would react to seeing another member of the host club, he just didn't feel like it was a good time to attempt a conversation by himself. Thinking to make himself a little less visible until Father Rawes showed up, he tried to move back but as he did Haruhi caught the movement.

"Who's there!" she called out, clutching her hands to her chest. Mori silently cursed as he hastily slipped into the confessional, shutting the door behind him.

"Please, who's there?"

Overcome by a sudden inexplicable panic, Mori felt his mouth move on its own accord. "I'm a Father of this church!" Wait, What? Did he just say that? Damn! What the hell was he thinking! He needed to calm down and come up with a plan, fast! Maybe if he was clever she wouldn't come and investigate. He cleared his throat out before speaking in a more subdued voice. "Mass has ended, so unless you wish to confess, please go home."

He flinched as Haruhi spoke. "Father?"

His hands started to shake uncontrollably on the door handle as Mori held his breath, waiting to hear her leave. He jumped in surprise when he instead heard the other door to the confessional open and shut. In silence, thoughts racing, he tried to keep himself from breathing too hard from nervousness at the close proximity of the female host. Just what kind of mess had he gotten himself in to? First he hid for no apparent reason and now he lied about being a priest- in a church haunted by a ghost that demanded truth no less! Mori felt that things were slipping far beyond his range of control.

The events from the last few days had clearly taken a greater toll on his stability then he had realized. Mori scrambled to bring reason back into his jumbled mind to figure out how he was going to get out of this mess. If he was going to salvage this situation, he was going to have to pull himself together. She didn't know it was him. Maybe if he stayed silent she would eventually go away.

Mori mentally slapped himself for having such a thought. As reason once more began to take a more prominent place in his mind, logical thinking took command. She was his friend; there was no need for him to be doing any of this. He would just tell her it was him and apologize for the deception. Just as he was about to say something though Haruhi began to speak, freezing the words on his tongue.

"I'm not actually a Christian, but may I confess?"

Mori felt his reason get shoved off its prominent place as curiosity took over. What could Haruhi possibly need to confess for? Was it perhaps the problem that had been causing her recent behavior? If he listened, he might be able to find out what was going on with Haruhi and inform the other hosts later before they chose to do something rash to further upset her. On the hand, as his conscious duly reminded him, this was a personal confession. Regardless of whether or not they were friends, Mori really didn't have any right listening to it, not like this. And yet as a friend, wouldn't he be able to do more for her if he only knew how to help? Mulling it over, he finally gave into playing along with the charade for a little bit longer. Sneaky, yes, but it was for a good intention. If Mori's attention hadn't been completely focused on Haruhi, he might have noticed that the booth had suddenly gotten colder.

"You may confess," Mori spoke, purposely making his voice even deeper than it usually was so that she'd be less likely to recognize that it was him. He felt a cold sweat roll down the side of his face and he absently wiped it away. This was a serious gamble he was taking, not only because of what he was doing but because time was against him. He didn't know how long he had before Father Joseph would show up but he knew that if he wanted to keep his identity a secret it had to be after Haruhi had left the church. He fervently prayed that something would keep the father detained just long enough for this to work. After a few seconds of silence Haruhi proceeded into her confession.

"I've always had a fear of thunder," she started out. "I think it has a lot to do with the night that my mother died, because I was alone at home during a bad storm when it happened. Whenever I hear it, or see storm clouds approaching, I usually hide underneath the nearest bed or table I can find. Occasionally, if I'm not at home and about in public, I run for the nearest church I can find and take sanctuary there until the storm passes. Oh, but that's not why I'm here now-"

Mori listened as Haruhi stopped talking for a moment. She sounded nervous, like she wasn't sure how to go about this. He doubted that she was confessing her fear of thunder as being the main problem, but he knew it held some significance to what she was saying. He perked up as she began to speak again.

"Almost a year and nine months ago I was at school after it had ended, studying in the library for an upcoming test, when an unexpected storm blew in. When it did, I was alone with somebody I knew-a friend- a boy- who was also there studying. I was so caught up in my studies that I wasn't even aware of the storm until a thunder clap roared out above. It was so loud that everything in the room seemed to vibrate, and in fear I jumped into his arms. I was only looking for protection, a means to escape from the storm, but he- took it the wrong way."

Mori felt himself frown at hearing this. Had this boy done something- inappropriate- to Haruhi?

"Apparently, this- friend- of mine had feelings for me- feelings that I was oblivious to. When I sought his comfort he saw it as a sign that I had reciprocated his feelings, and taking my hand he led me to a back room attached to the library. When we got there, he tried to make a move on me but I resisted. It wasn't what I wanted and I told him as much. When I told him I only saw him as a friend he got really angry and he struck me. I fell down, hurt, but I was still conscious. I was going to yell at him for hitting me, ask him what the hell he was thinking, when the thunder boomed again. All I could do was cower on the floor in fear. While I did this, he went down on me… and preceded to rape me, right there in that room."

Mori was stunned. This- this wasn't what he was expecting to hear! He didn't know what he had expected, but certainly not this! Never this! His mind was sent plummeting into a void of confusion as the reality he knew was hellishly warped beyond recognition. This was wrong. Everything about this situation was very, very wrong! He didn't want to hear any more, to have any more of these lies- they had to be lies! –told to him! But Haruhi wasn't finished.

"And one year ago today… I gave birth to a girl… and gave her away."

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A/N- Yay! First chapter done. Perhaps the only chapter to come- (sweat drops at unseen stares) -this story is just a way for me to test out my own writing skills, and I'm not sure if or when I might update. I've had family and friends tell me that my writing was good, but the last time I actually wrote something was back in the 8th grade, so as you can imagine I'm a little rusty at it. I guess what I want is people I've never met to give me their honest opinion, so please, anyone who reads this please leave a comment so I might better improve my writing skills. By the way, Mori may seem a little OOC, but that more or less has to do with the situation he is in. That's my defense and I'm sticking to it. Oh, and another thing, Bitter Virgin which this story's theme is based off of is rated M so if your underage, please don't read it- or if that's impossible try not to get caught. Tata for now.