Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran Highschool Host Club

Summary: Everything was so great, between Hikaru and Haruhi. A married couple of two years. They were trying to have a baby, and everything was perfect. Until Haruhi mysteriously disappears one day coming home for work. Leaving Hikaru, and everyone else alone with no way in finding out the truth. A year passes by and still no sign of her, and unfortunately, at this point in time, everyone's given up.

Cast: Hikaru H. / Haruhi. H / Kaoru. H / Kyouya. O / Tamaki. S / Takashi. M / Mitsukuni. H / and a few OC's

Pairing: Hikaru. H / Haruhi. H

Rated: M - for vulgar language and minor adult themes.

Side note: There will be a few parts where the story is in first person for Hikaru, but majority of the story is in third person.

She's Gone

A year ago, to this day, was the day my world stopped spinning.

My heart stopped beating.

And I became just an empty shell of a man.

It was the day, the love of my life left me... and never came back.

"Hikaru," a soft, giggle induced voice came from under the covers. "Quit it... I had a long day today."

"So did I, but I still love you."

"I love you too, but I also love sleep."

"Shouldn't I overrule sleep?" Grinning, Hikaru Hitachiin latched on to his wife of almost two years and nuzzled his nose against her bare shoulder, laying soft, tender kisses down her skin. "You're so tense... I told you to stop slouching when you're at your desk."

The covers moved as the figure laying under him, pulled the blankets higher over her head, muttering wearily. "...You're the one to talk, and me being tense isn't from slouching... By the way, don't you have work tomorrow?"

"Yeah... But that doesn't mean I can't spend time with you now." Running his middle finger up her side over the blankets, Hikaru leaned his face down and kissed her neck that wasn't shielded by any coverage. "...My time with you really has decreased lately since you've gotten that new promotion. The least you could do is sleep facing the other way. or are you doing this on purpose just to torture me?"

"Were you not mentally there as of thirty minutes ago?" Snorting, Haruhi Hitachiin raised her eyebrow as she turned her head, holding the hem of the blanket to her chest. "I think I've spent enough time with you tonight."

"...That doesn't count," whispering humorously, Hikaru breathed hotly against her cheek, as he wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her closer to his nude torso. "That is time you're automatically supposed to give. But the personal time you should give me for just being your husband, is different."

"I don't see how it is, considering it's the time I've spent with just you."

"...What is so wrong with me wanting to just spend time with you rather than you going to sleep? I can't have a complete conversation with you if you're unresponsive."

"...I have an idea," piping up, as though she had just thought of the greatest idea ever though Hikaru could hint the sarcasm. "How about you go to sleep too?"

"But I'm not tired."

"Even after 'that'?"

"...Especially after 'that', I need to be cuddled!"

"Cuddle yourself. I'm tired."

Scowling, Hikaru flipped himself over to lay on his back, and wrapped his arms around himself as though he was giving himself a hug. He stayed silent for a few moments, not saying anything or looking at her. Until he felt her roll back over to her side of the bed, making him fling himself back over her, wrapped his arm comfortably around her middle once more.

"I don't feel the same," he mentioned obnoxiously, battering his eyelashes against her back, feeling her shiver under his touch. "Why won't you love me?"

Haruhi sighed, snuggling deeper into her pillow, liking the comfortable warmth he gave her backside. "I do love you... just not as enthusiastically as I do in the daytime."

"You should show it more... Nighttime is our time."

"Who else would I give my time to? and why nighttime? why not a time when I can actually physically entertain you?"

"Because..." He said, moving his lips to the side of her face, nibbling her earlobe. "Nighttime is romantic. Plus we're both so busy all the time. Doesn't it intrigue you?"

"I've been intrigued enough tonight, thank you very much."

"Oooh? you're welcome."

"God, just go to sleep."

Not being able to help laughing, Hikaru gave her a beamish sideways grin and tightened his hold around her, cuddling up closer to her, making sure she couldn't wiggle away. He pulled her off the mattress, so her back was laying on his chest, making her sigh in dismay. He grinned wider and squeezed her.

"I can't go to sleep when I'm not tired," he protested once more, hiding his nose in her hair, smelling the mild scent of her shampoo. "Its only one anyway."

"One in the morning," Haruhi grunted, struggling to move out of his arms to lay back down. "How long do you plan on staying up? I have to leave for work at eight."

"Take a sick day, you're going to feel like crap when you wake up anyhow."

"I can't take a sick day, I'll just go to sleep and I'll feel fine." Rolling her eyes, she managed to roll over on her stomach, but still being on top of him, she was greeted with a look of adoration on his face. She responded to that look with a blank stare. "Let go."

"But I love you."

"I know, you already told me."

"I love you, so I'm lever letting you go."

"You still have to eventually." Scuffing, Haruhi moved her arm from behind her and attempted to unlock his arms from around her, only to have him spin over. She gasped as her body came in contact with the bed again, having his body straddled above her, the blankets falling off his body down to his waist, letting the dim moonlight sparkle off his bare chest.

Haruhi laid her head back into the pillows and gave him a hopeless expression, raising an eyebrow. "Hikaru... I don't want to do this again tonight. I'm not in the mood anymore."

"Neither am I," snickering, as he shook his head, Hikaru leaned his face down again, kissing her neck that her hair didn't cover. "You don't even have to do anything. Go to sleep if you want to."

She tried to sigh as to show that she was annoyed, but it just came out as a soft moan instead when he nipped softly at her sensitive skin. She felt his lips curve into a smirk.

"Hikaru..." She let his name slip past her lips as she pressed her hands to his chest trying fruitlessly to push him off though her arms were weak from sleepiness and what she did just seemed to encourage him. "Hika-... quit it... I-"

Haruhi cut herself off by gasping. Feeling his hand travel up her sides, his soft fingers brushing against her sensitive spot on her ribcage. She scowled, knowing that the mischievous smirk on his face meant nothing good for her. She shivered lightly as she felt his hands linger longer around her stomach.

Hikaru, kissing her neck, slowly moving his lips up her collarbone, and cheek, taking his time getting to her lips, as he ran his hand up her side, feeling her body tense under him. "Hmm, do you really want me to leave you alone?"

Feeling his soft touch and his hot breath on her face as he nuzzled her cheek to talk, Haruhi swallowed and wanted to say yes, but it came out as a: "No... I-... I don't know... Ah!"

Just then, he jabbed his fingers lightly into her side, making her squeal and turn over. Being tickled was never on her list of favorite punishments given by her husband when he was 'bored'.

Hikaru snickered as he rolled over her and landed on her side, to continue his harmless tickle attack. He grinned as she couldn't help giggling madly as he hit her extra sensitive spots.

"H-...Hikaru," she managed, gasping for air to try keep a stable tone with him as she turned over on her stomach arching her back around his chest as he was now on top of her from behind. "Quit it-... I- pfft... hehe, I don't-... Hikaru!"

Smirking as he mercilessly as he tickled while her, trapping her under his body. Showing no sight of clemency as he laughed along with her, but only his laughs were in amusement. "Say, uncle." He dared.

"No. Just get off of-..." Haruhi managed to splutter before she was caught in another fit of giggles, trying to pry her husband's hands away from her body. "Stop it-... It's too late-..."

Laughing again, Hikaru laid his chin on her shoulder, rubbing his cheek against her ear. Not being able to stop snickering at how mean he could be to his wife. He whispered provokingly in her ear. "Say it."

"N-...no."

Haruhi bit her lips, leaning her forehead into her pillow, laughing again, attempting to muffle herself, feeling his chest against her bare back. By this time the blanket had left her torso, and she was covering herself with her own arm. "Hikaru stop-... I don't- ah!"

Hikaru stopped momentarily to let her breathe, and to speak softly. "Just say it. I'll let you go."

"She glared. "You need medication."

Hikaru tickled her again, making her give off a high-pitch squeal. "Ah, okay! okay, uncle... uncle. Just knock it off!"

Giving the back of her head a triumphant, smug grin, before releasing her from his attacking grasp, he fell to the side next to her. Listening to her pant lightly from lack of breath.

Haruhi sighed and pulled the blankets back over her nude torso, glaring as she turned over to look at him, stating in a dead-pan tone, breathlessly.

"I hate you."

"Aw, you don't mean that."

As he threw the blankets back over him, Hikaru smiled and scooted closer to her, throwing an arm over her, but in the same moment, she threw his arm off.

"No. Don't touch me."

He pouted. "But... I love you. Darling?"

"No."

"...Okay. I'm sorry."

Scowling, Haruhi scrunched her face up in an odd way as turned over, pulling the covers up over her shoulders. "Go to bed."

"Neh, Haru, I'm sorry! Don't push me away." Hurriedly moving to his side, Hikaru scooted closer and snuggled up to her back, laying an arm around her waist over the blanket. "...Forgive me?"

Grunting, Haruhi's eye twitched at his touch, but as he nuzzled her cheek again with his nose, fluttering his eyelashes against her skin, she sighed. "Fine, but I'm going to bed. No more. Okay?"

He hesitated. "...Okay"

"Goodnight."

"...I love you?"

"Goodnight, Hikaru."

"..."

"Okay, I love you too."

"Okay, night babe."

FLASH -

"Quit tugging, I can do my own hair," a whine came from the bathroom. "I'm going to be late."

"You can't go to work with a messy bun, don't you think it's unprofessional?"

"Isn't curls a little the top though?"

"...But I like curls."

Snorting, while her legs ached from standing in one place for so long, Haruhi rolled her eyes and leaned her head back, as her hair was tugged as such, being twirled onto a hot iron. "...My hair isn't even that long, it looks weird with curls."

"Since when do you care that you look weird?" Amused, Hikaru snickered and held a small strip of her hair on the iron, waiting a moment for it to heat up and turn shape before dropping it and grabbing another strip. "And you're hair isn't that short, and you don't look weird, you look cute."

"Yeah, you say that all the time."

"Cause it's true." Grinning, Hikaru held her hair still, waiting for it to curl around the curling iron, before letting it go to grab another few strands of her hair, eyeing the makeup bag thoughtfully. "What kind of husband would I be if I didn't help you get ready for work?"

Haruhi was silent a moment to make what she said more dramatic. "Uh... A normal one?"

"A boring one. Only husbands who love their wife's help them look pretty when they go places."

"I don't care if I look pretty or not." Sighing more heavily than what was necessary, Haruhi lose tension in her shoulders and he almost burnt her ear on the iron when she moved. "I'm only going to be sitting in a hot empty office all day. What's the point?"

"Quit complaining." Rolling his eyes, he snickered lightly and fluffed up her hair as he finished, placing the iron on the counter around the bathroom sink. "Fine, if going to work isn't a good enough reason, I guess I'll just force you to go out to dinner with me tonight. Would a date suffice?"

"But we're married. What'd we need to go on a date for?"

"Goodness, Haruhi, we're going out tonight... fatty tuna?"

"...Fine."

"Kay, now turn around. I'm doing your makeup."

"I don't want makeup!" Pouting, Haruhi scratched her head. Her curls feeling heavy to her head; heavier than her normal hairdo. "I don't need it. Move. I have to go."

"But you can't go to dinner without looking like you didn't put any effort into leaving the house," Hikaru panicked as he grabbed her wrist before she got too far and pulled her back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind them. "It's only a little. I want you to look pretty."

"...Aren't I pretty enough? I shouldn't need makeup."

"You are pretty! but... I want you to look like you husband is rich and wants to pamper his wife with expensive makeup, and clothes and... stuff," raising his eyebrow, he leaned his face over his shoulder, looking at her sideways. "Which she doesn't appreciate, by the way."

"I do appreciate it... I just don't like it."

"It's the same thing, darling."

"Well goodness, it's so annoying to put on, and its a waste of time. I don't even have to go to dinner with makeup, lipstick is annoying when I eat."

"...Why are you so difficult?"

"I ask myself that about you all the time."

Smirking, He bit the side of his bottom lip and dabbed a tiny brush into a gray, shadowy color of eyeshadow, brushing her bangs out-of-the-way, to lightly smear it onto her closed eyelid, scowling every time she flinched.

He sighed, after the third attempt. "Quit moving, you're going to make it look bad, and I'm going to have to start over."

"Why so much effort then? just let me-"

Beep-beep-beep

Hikaru glared down at her, hearing a noise coming from her back pocket. The second it went off, was the second she scrambled to find out what it was. Which of course was her cell phone, buzzing angrily at her, for her to tend to it.

"I have to go to work," she suddenly informed him, as she turned around, just before Hikaru could grab her and tell her that her work could wait a little while longer, but she escaped just as he was about to protest. "I'll see you later today. I'll be home about... five or six."

"But we're not done!"

"I'm done."

"Don't bail out on me, you only have half your face!"

"I'll wash it off in the car, it'll be fine."

Sulking, Hikaru sighed heavily and literally dropped the eye-shadow case into the sink carelessly, scowling in discouragement as he watched her walk away into their room, as their bathroom and bedroom was connected. He looked at all the beauty supplies thrown around randomly on the counter and shook his head.

Then, out of nowhere, his chin was suddenly captured by a pair of soft fingers, and his face was pulled down, his lips being locked with another set. His eyes went wide with the suddenness and it nearly took his breath away.

When he was let go, He gaped his mouth open and looked down, seeing Haruhi's face looking back up at him.

"Bye," she said randomly, without a thought. Smirking slyly to his surprised look. "I love you?"

Snorting bemusedly, Hikaru caught her before she turned around again and grabbed the back of her head, forcing her into a longer, hotter kiss. She cupped his cheek tenderly, only to push him away a few moments later.

Feeling slightly rejected, he huffed. "Watch the roads coming home."

Smiling, she flapper her wrist dismissively. "I think I can drive, Hikaru."

"Be careful driving."

"I will, I will. Bye. Love you."

"I love you too..."

FLASH

Glaring at his phone, which had a text message pulled up on its bright laminated screen, Hikaru muttered irritably under his breath, reading the message for what seemed like the hundredth time that evening.

It read...

'I'm on my way home'

Sent at 'five thirty'.

It was now 'nine twenty-six'.

"Four hours..." he grumbled out loud, looking up from the couch to which he sat on, and glanced at the window. The sunlight was gone, and the moonlight was bright in the dark sky, sweeping in through the crack in the blinds. "It shouldn't take that long... only fifteen minutes."

"Where the hell is she?"

Huffing, Hikaru stood up. Still frowning at his phone, biting his bottom lip in an attempt of keeping himself from screaming in frustration. It was late, it was past dinner, and there was no sign of his wife. She could've gotten stuck in traffic, but the law firm she worked at was less than twenty minutes away, and there weren't any big roads to take to get there, and back

There wasn't a reason for her to take so long getting home, and he would think that she was just having a long day, like she would occasionally have, but she had sent him a text saying she was on her way home so...

Why wasn't she home yet?

FLASH

"She didn't stay late then?"

"No... Sorry sir, she left later in the afternoon yesterday. I haven't seen her since she left for home that day..."

Haruhi didn't come back that night, and Hikaru was getting anxious. He had called the police that morning after not getting any sleep, but all he was told was that they couldn't do anything about a missing person if that someone hadn't been gone for more than twenty-four hours.

That evening, Hikaru took no time in calling the police again, with it being exactly twenty-four hours since he had seen her. They sent out a missing person report across Tokyo, but that was all they could do.

He called their friends, Tamaki was in France at the time, so all he could do was worry from a distance, Kyouya was in Japan, but there wasn't anything he could do either, the same for Mitsukuni and Takashi, and they all wandered aimlessly around Tokyo. Until after a week of Haruhi's strange disappearance, Tamaki took an emergency trip back home to help.

By then Kyouya had sent out search parties made up of his family's privet police force searching all over Japan. Though, strangely enough, nothing they did ever brought them any closer in finding her.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months... And still, there was no sign of Haruhi. Hikaru was beginning to think that the day she said goodbye to him that day...

Was the last time he'd ever see her again.

I think I've lost all hope. I've tried over and over, but nothing I do helps. There just isn't anymore fight left in me. I give up.

I've excepted that fact a long time ago. That I'd probably never see her again, but part of me just doesn't want to believe that she's gone.