Hey all! Just a quick note, this is my very first attempt at a fanfic, so please be patient. Also thanks a bunch to my Beta-reader! Kerilu95, you are so awesome!
Anyways, enough of that, please enjoy!
Chapter 1
There were so many people around. Despite that, she was still lonely. Her friends were being their usual animated, dramatic, crazy selves. The girls were talking to her about useless stuff. Again. Still. Going on and on about superficial problems. That mindless chatter was driving her insane. Why? Because she was still lonely. Not one of those girls was truly her friends.
'Too much. Can't take much more of this...'
Little did she know that there was one boy who HAD noticed her distress. After all the airheaded girls were, politely, forced to leave, one simple little sentence made her lash out in anger, hurt and confusion.
"Haruhi, the tea-set broken before club time will be added to your debt. That was worth about 30 000 yen, a piece. There was 6 pieces broken so that's a total of 180 000 yen."
She started shaking in anger. Her bangs fell over her eyes and a dark aura started appearing. The third demon has been awoken...
The others started to slowly back away from the fuming girl (masquerading as a boy). Only Kyoya and Mori still stood strong (?), but even Kyoya was slightly... disturbed ('cause face it, Kyoya Ohtori does NOT get scared. Ever.)
"That WAS NOT MY FAULT! YOU CAN'T KEEP ADDING THINGS TO MY DEBT AT YOUR LEISURE! Tamaki and the twins broke that set, so how about you LET THEM PAY FOR IT! I am sick and tired of always being treated as less than a person, a mere toy, someone to torture. I AM DONE! You are rich-asses, pay for your own STUPID vase and tea-sets! I AM LEAVING!"
She started stomping towards the door. Then as an afterthought she turned and said:
"AND DON'T EXPECT ME TO COME BACK!"
The door slammed as she left, leaving a few confused teenagers in her wake.
The twins were the first to break the silence.
"What just happened?" they asked in unison.
"NOOOO my precious daughter left! Mommy, how could you?" Tamaki started bawling and landed in a crumpled heap on the floor.
Hunny's tears started falling and he clutched Usa-chan tighter. "Whaa! Haru-chan! Why was she so angry? Whaa!"
Kyoya was only shocked momentarily before he schooled his expression. Clearing his throat he quickly excused himself, but Mori stopped him with a hand on the shoulder.
"Let her cool down first." Mori knew that Kyoya would go to Haruhi to find out why she suddenly snapped. He also knew that Haruhi didn't need more of Kyoya's reprimanding and infuriating comments.
Kyoya looked back at the tall, stoic senior. After a moment of contemplation he nodded. "Do you know what is bothering her, Mori-sempai?"
Mori could not believe that not even Kyoya of all people knew what was wrong, after all, Kyoya IS the Shadow king of Ouran High School. He supposedly knows everything. Staring at the younger boy for a second longer, he nodded.
"Haven't you been listening?" with that he turned, grabbed his bag and left.
Mori wasn't sure if what he thought was the problem, was really the problem, but he trusted his instincts; after all, it had never failed him before.
Back in the clubroom, all the hosts (minus Haruhi and Mori) were sitting on the couches, trying to figure out what could possibly have made Haruhi react the way that she did.
"Why was Haruhi so angry? We didn't even bother her as much as usual today." said the two troublemaking twins. They were talking in sync, as per usual.
"Did Haru-chan want some cake?" That was Hunny's solution for everything. CAKE.
"Mother! Is our darling daughter not being treated well by her classmates?" A panicking Tamaki asked Kyoya. Turning on the twins he started yelling "What did you two doppelgangers do to my daughter?!"
"Nothing Tono..." Began Hikaru. "...would want to know about" Kaoru finished his brother's sentence, both wearing identical Cheshire cat grins. This only aggravated Tamaki all the more.
"Well we do know one thing. Haruhi's sense of honor will make her come back to finish paying off her debt. She won't run from that." Kyoya was thinking out loud and trying to figure out what Mori could have meant. Haven't you been listening? Kyoya knew that he was missing something, the only question was WHAT? What was he missing?
Mori was walking towards Haruhi's house. He had (wisely) refrained from taking his limo to her humble home. Walking past a park, he saw Haruhi sitting on one of the swings. Alone. Her bangs were covering her face and her bag was discarded to the side.
Softly sighing in relief, Mori walked over and sat on the swing next to her. He was way too big in stature to be comfortable on the child's swings, but sat down anyway. Lightly moving back and forth, Mori watched Haruhi as she sat still and silent on the swing next to him.
Haruhi knew he was there. She felt rather than saw him coming over. He had such a strong presence that even she could feel it. She felt his eyes on her as the swing softly squeaked with his gentle movements. Maybe she could tell him. He would understand, right? Or maybe not, after all, he still had both of his parents and a younger brother, as well as a cousin who was with him almost 24/7. What would he know about this loneliness that she was currently feeling?
But then again, he could just listen. He was good with that; listening that is. He was always so quiet during host club, but Haruhi knew that he talked more when he was comfortable. She saw it. Only once, but nevertheless, she saw it. She knew he had his reasons for being so quiet at school. It was mostly because Hunny-sempai talked enough for the both of them, his hyperactive personality making it unnecessary for Mori-sempai to talk much.
"Haruhi," the sound of her name coming from the gentle giant brought her out of her musings. She looked up to show that she was listening. His clear grey eyes were staring intensely at her when she looked up, as if he was searching for answers in her eyes.
He saw the struggle in her big brown orbs. It was not a struggle that he was familiar with, but he was willing to listen and assist her if he could.
"Do you want to talk?" he was a man of few words usually. He could see her contemplating his offer, thinking it over. Her eyes said that she was willing to talk. She slowly nodded.
"Alright."
Edited: 3-27-2016
