Memory Lost, Love Gained
You should be lucky that I'm writing this… That I'm intelligent enough to remember every single detail of my occurrence. An occurrence I'm sure no one will forget. This story all started with a wayward eye… and a car accident…
Chapter 1: Prologue
The sun shone high in the sky on that day, the baby blue skies and fluffy white clouds littering the exspanse above. A dark blonde looked out the tinted window of his limousine, his mind fixated on the prospects of what might happen today with his friends.
'Haruhi, I can't wait to see you…' he thought, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the window. 'My beautiful daughter…'
The blonde was Suoh Tamaki, a rich teenager that attended Ouran Academy, and had started a 'Host Club' where ladies of the school could come to relax, talk to good looking men-for a price-, and simply get away from their troubles. Fujika Haruhi was the only poor-otherwise known to us normal people, middle class-girl in the school, and also the only girl in the Host Club, and with her I-look-like-a-girly-boy face, she was forced to join. Tamaki called her his 'daughter' even though he was in no way related to her. He called her that to show his affections the best way he could, though he himself didn't quite understand them.
His thoughts were abruptly cut off at the jerk of the car.
"N-nani?! What just happened?!" he exclaimed, eyes wide, senses jittered.
"I apologize." The driver said, his tone sincere. "A feline had darted across the street."
Tamaki slowly sat back in his seat, a little wary.
"Oh… Well, alright. I wasn't hurt."
"And a good thing that is."
Once they had started again, Tamaki kept his eyes open, though he stared blankly into space. What else was there to think about? Nothing came to mind. He had been previously thinking about a Lolita dress that would look adorable on his daughter.
'Ah! Mommy!' he exclaimed in triumph. Mommy, was otherwise known as Ootori Kyouya, the vice president of the Host Club and the son of his father's rival. Tamaki considered himself, Kyouya, and Haruhi a family. He being the Daddy, Kyouya being the Mommy, and Haruhi being the Daughter. It was perfect! He loved them both, so, logically, he loved them in a family way! The other Hosts-Hitachinn Kaoru and Hikaru, Morinozuka Takashi, and Haninozuka Mitsukuni-were not included in the family. They were close friends of the family.
'Friends that should not lay a hand on my daughter!' he thought, referring to the two twins Kaoru and Hikaru, who seemed to love grabbing and hugging Haruhi as much as he did himself. But they were evil huggers! Evil!
At the loud &HONK&, he snapped out of his thoughts once more, eyes darting to the front of the limousine, eyes widening at the sight of a truck coming their way.
"E-edward! Th-the truck!" he warned, his eyes darting to the driver frantically, he looked over his shoulder, his eyes grave and apologetic.
"… I apologize Master Suoh… It must be done."
That was the last thing Tamaki had heard, before the truck hit them. He can't remember pain. He can't remember screams. He couldn't remember anything, but the blackness that suck him down… down… down… And he would not properly awaken for a long time…
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Wow… Haven't seen me do anything morbid in a while! This came to me in a dream-but it was more actiony with bad guys and fighting and stuff, but it all got lost and only a small scene was left perfectly clear in my mind-so I decided to write it up! Don't worry! Not a one-shot! The slash will come soon!