Watashi, Ranka—Ore Ryoji - I Ranka—I Ryoji
Hey there! SO, this is a new fanfic and I wasn't originally going to post it since it's so different from what I normally do, but, I thought hey—what the hell! Hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own, no have I ever owned any characters created by Bisco Hatori.
CLAIMER:I DO own any self introduced characters and plot lines.
"I...I didn't get in." Haruhi blubbers. "I didn't get into any of the law schools I applied to." She whispers in shock after opening the last envelope. I watch her face turn from one of shock to devastation. "Dad, what am I going to do?"
I take a moment to get my strength up before answering her. "You'll look into other options." I say firmly, going over to her to envelope her in a comforting hug.
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"Welcome, respected parents and guardians, to the Ouran Academy Graduation!" Chairman Suo starts, welcoming all of us to this prestigious event. I look around nervously at the pedigree parents and wonder if they can tell I'm a commoner...or a tranny. No. Don't be stupid Ranka! Of course they can't! You look F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S! I smirk and flip my prized red locks over my shoulder as the ceremony continues. About half an hour in, they finally call up Haruhi.
"Fujioka, Haruhi—our much appreciated scholarship student and member of the Ouran Highschool Host Club!" Chairman Suo announces, shaking Haruhi's hand as she climbs the stairs of the stage (dressed as a boy of course).
"YAY HARU-CHAN!" I hear someone shriek from the crowd. Undoubtedly, it's that little Haninozuka chibi.
"ATTA GIRL!" I hear another scream. That's definitely the Suo boy. I smile fondly at the thought of the Host club. Despite their garish lives and multiple impromptu trips with Haruhi, knowing them has made her a better person—she's more alive, she actually smiles. I study Haruhi's face as she accepts her diploma—despite the events of last week, she has a porcelain mask on and seems just as always. I'm guessing she hasn't told her friends yet...although Kyoya-kun is bound to know by now.
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"To our graduates!" Mrs. Hitachiin beams, lifting up her glass of wine in a toast.
"To the graduates!" Everyone around the table says in agreement, their glasses directed towards Hikaru, Kaoru, and Haruhi (who was forcibly changed into a dress designed by Mrs. Hitachiin herself as a graduation gift). Haruhi only smiles, showing no hint of the devastation I know is festering inside. By the end of the night, my belly is warm with alcohol and I'm glad we are getting an escort back to our apartment.
"Goodbye, senpais. Thank you for coming to the graduation." Haruhi smiles, bowing respectfully to all the members of the Host Club who had graduated before her and moved on to their new lives. Tamaki is attending a university for business in preparation for taking over Suo Co.; Kyoya goes to a prestigious medical school over seas; Takashi and Mitskuni have opened a dojo of their own, Takashi attends culinary school on the side, and Hikaru and Kaoru are going to attend a design school in Paris. Haruhi, had planned to attend one of her choice universities to study law—she wanted (and I hope still wants) to become a lawyer, just like Kotoko was. But unfortunately, she wasn't accepted for a scholarship to any of them, and we can't afford the tuition.
"No problem, Haru-chan!" Haninozuka chibi beams.
"Don't worry, I'll add my expenses to your debt." Kyoya says coolly, already writing it down in his black notebook. Haruhi looks unimpressed by this comment, but is unable to say anything as the Suo boy beats her to it.
"Don't worry. Daddy will pay that debt off for you and keep Mama off your back." He winks, leaning in a bit closer to Haruhi. Haruhi laughs and shakes her head.
"It's nice to know you guys haven't changed." Haruhi smiles softly.
"We'll be seeing you." Kyoya smiles almost devilishly as he ushers everyone out the door and into their awaiting limos. I turn to Mr. and Mrs. Hitachiin and smile.
"Thank you for hosting the graduation dinner."
"Ah, no problem Ranka! Haruhi holds a dear spot in our hearts, and is always welcome here." Yuzuha Hitachiin smiles, holding Hikaru and Kaoru in headlocks since they had just attempted to put some of the leftover cake on their mother. The twins claw at her arms but she doesn't flinch. "Have a safe travel back!" She says. I smile and thank her again before Haruhi and I leave.
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"Why don't you call them?" I ask Haruhi one morning. We're halfway through August, and all she's really done is stay home and do the chores. The only time she leaves is to go grocery shopping and to work at the local Ramen Shack. It's not really like her to do this...but I guess that now that her life-long dream has been shattered, she feels hopeless.
"They're all busy, Dad. And I don't think we could afford the long distance." She sighs, continuing to wash the dishes. I guess it's true. The only ones still in Japan are Mitskuni and Takashi, and the Suo boy. The twins had left for Paris at the beginning of the month, and Kyoya is fast tracking his way through medical school overseas. "I'm going to the supermarket. Do you need anything?" She asks as she peels off her yellow dish gloves and sets a cloth over the drying dishes. I shake my head and she leaves. I frown as I watch her now more feminine figure walk off towards the supermarket, an aura of disappointment around her.
"This isn't my Haruhi..." I whisper under my breath to no one really. Saddened and frustrated, I turn towards my vanity and continue getting ready for work. By the time Haruhi gets back, I'm all ready to go. The makeup is on, the hair is perfectly bouncy, and the fake boobs are in place.
"Later, Dad." She smiles softly before disappearing into her room for another night alone. I bite my tongue and leave the apartment, walking through the dusk streets to the tranny bar.
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"Oh come on, Ranka-hime." One of my guests beg. "Have another drink with me, it'll make you feel happier." They say in a sleazy way. To get them to stop, I pretend to do a shot with them, but instead chuck the shot behind me. I pat them on the head and smile sweetly.
"Thank you, Nagasaki-kun! But now I think it's my turn to work the bar." I wink with an overly sweet voice. As soon as my back is to him, my eyes roll and I make a sound of disgust. Sure, I love the attention, but these goddamned sleaze bags are so desperate! They should just go home to their families!
"You okay there, Fujioka?" My boss asks. I nod with a sigh.
"Yeah. Can I just be on the bar for the rest of the night?" I ask.
"Is it about Haruhi?" He asks. I nod. "Take the rest of the night off with Sonada and Hayashi. You need some time to yourself." He says, mentioning my best friends. I nod tight lipped and go to get them.
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"I...I just don't understand, why she won't get back up!" I whine, slamming down my shot glass on the bar table. Kaito and Misuzu swing their arms around me.
"It's okay, Ranka. She's strong! Haruhi's a fighter! She'll get out of this rut!" They cheer. I laugh tipsily and knock back another shot. I hear the jingle of the nearly deserted bar door and look to it. And I see a Host and a woman. And then it hits me. Grinning, I slam down the shot glass and bolt up.
"Friends, I know what I have to do!" I declare, my fist pointed towards the air in victory.
"What is it, Ranka!?" They ask, shocked by my sudden outburst. I grin devilishly.
"You'll see...but first we need to do some shopping." I smirk. "TO THE SUPERMARKET AND DEPARTMENT STORES!" I declare, parading out of the bar. Haruhi will get to fulfill her life-long dream!
Heeehehehehe...first chapter! What do you think Ranka is planning? Keep reading and review!
-JAMZD
