Hey so this is my absolute first fan fiction. I'm not completely sure where this story is going but there are more chapters. I'll be sure to post them if this gets good reviews and whatnot. Thanks for reading :) I also do not own Ouran High School Host Club and all that other stuff.
Chapter 1:The News
All of the host club members sat around the anxious looking Haruhi, whose eyes looked even larger than normal due to her nervousness. The host club was closed for the day and everyone was excited to see what everyone's favorite "little girl" would say; even Nekozawa peered into the brightly lit room for a few minutes, only to creep back into the safety of the dimly lit black magic club.
After everyone had been sitting there for about five minutes waiting for Haruhi to work up the courage to get a single word out, Hikaru finally spoke up, saying, "What are you so nervous about Haruhi? Just spit it out already!"
With that remark, Haruhi became obviously more nervous, which promptly caused Tamaki to get up and wrap her unwillingly in his arms. He then said to Hikaru, "Give her time! My little girl obviously has something important to say, so it'll be worth the wait."
"Tamaki-senpai, I'd really appreciate if you could let me go. I think I'm ready to talk to you guys now." Haruhi said, releasing a small sigh at the end of her last sentence.
Tamaki reluctantly let her go and took back his place on the light pink couch beside Kyoya. Haruhi drew in a deep breath and said in a barely audible voice, "I'm moving away."
Looks of sadness passed over every single one of the handsome boys' faces. Honey's normally cheerful disposition melted away and even Mori's expressionless face showed a hint of sadness through a small frown. The twins both looked as if they were on the verge of tears and resorted to holding each other's hands tightly so to prevent each other from crying. Tamaki couldn't stop himself from getting up to; once again, hug the small girl to hide the pain he felt when the news left her lips. Haruhi attempted to comfort the blond by actually hugging him and rubbing small circles into his back. After about a minute, Haruhi released herself from the hug and gently guided the miserable host back to his spot on the couch once again.
Kyoya's reaction seemed the most dramatic, based upon his normal attitude. His face became even paler than normal and he gripped the side of the couch so he wouldn't cry. The normally emotionless, robotic host looked as though he had millions of feelings running through his mind at once. Though he had known the news for over a month from talking to Ranka, he had a tough time hiding his emotions when Haruhi finally broke down and told the club herself.
Koaru and Hikaru, even in their depressed state managed to exclaim in unison, "You can't leave us Haruhi! Please tell us this is a joke!"
Haruhi sat down in an empty, ornate host chair and explained that Ranka had been invited to work in a prestigious bar/nightclub in America. He couldn't see any downsides to accepting the offer, so he did. He and Haruhi were scheduled to move to New York in five weeks.
While Haruhi was still trying to get the rest of the hosts to understand and accept the situation, Kyoya quietly slipped away from everyone and went into the closest empty room he could find. No one stopped him because they just assumed he already knew about Haruhi's plans or was going to do extensive research on where she and Ranka would be moving and such. But this isn't what Kyoya was doing. He found a small, empty closet a few doors down from the old music room the club was in. When he closed the door behind him, he collapsed onto the floor, using the wall to keep him upright. He began impulsively counting the items in the storage area, attempting to keep his mind off of his downward spiral. When the logicality of numbers and counting failed to distract his mind, he had no idea what to do with himself. He brought his knees into his chest and sat there for what seemed like hours.
After the rest of the hosts had left for the evening, Tamaki decided to go looking for Kyoya. He knew he hadn't left, considering that he didn't take his bag with him when he snuck out of the club room. The blond left the music room and went down the hall, peering in all the rooms as they passed. Eventually he came upon a small cleaning closet. When he opened it he was met by the disheveled-looking raven haired boy. The normally clean and polished Kyoya was replaced by a confused, untidy boy whose heart had just been broken for the first time. Tamaki's eyes began to tear up at the sight of him like this and, eventually, their glassy eyes met each other. A silent understanding passed between both of them at that moment. They both understood that they needed to confess their love for Haruhi, even if it meant she had to choose between the both of them. The pain of the love of their life leaving them, ignorant of either Tamaki's or Kyoya's feelings towards her would be much worse than her simply rejecting one or both of them. At least in the first scenario she knew about their feelings.
Once Kyoya regained his composure, Tamaki held out a strong hand to help his best friend up off the ground. As those two, seemingly opposite friends walked outside to their limos, they both felt the same two emotions: love for Haruhi and bitterness towards each other for loving her.
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