I just wanted to say that this is my first Fanfic, so let me know how I do pleeeaaase! I promise I won't keep popping messages up in my story. Enjoy and review. Thanks!
"Ugh I can't believe the host club has kidnapped me again for one of their stupid schemes," Haruhi muttered as she crossed her arms and flopped stubbornly onto a bench, refusing to take part in the rest of the club's antics as they squeeled and chased each other, causing little kids to stare at the teens in awe.
"I don't think this would quite be considered one of our 'schemes' as you called it Haruihi," Kyoya said as he pushed his glasses up, startling Haruhi.
"Gah! Senpai, I didn't see there," she said irritatedly.
"That's quite alright Haruhi," said Kyoya graciously, seeming to accept Haruhi's comment as an apology rather then a reason to give one. "As I was saying, this is merely a simple antic of Tamaki's; he had no special reason for this outing other then the idea for the host club to have," here he paused before saying the last word as if mocking it, "fun."
Haruhi sighed. "I wish he would just leave me out of it for once, especially since I feel so lousy."
An Hour Earlier
Haruhi was laying on her couch, dozing off with the t.v. on, not paying any attention to the rediculous soap opera her father had left on before leaving for work in a late rush. "Mmm," she hummed, snuggling into her blanket. "I'm so glad I got sick on a weekend. Now I won't have to miss any school. I just need some rest," she murmered on the edge of sleep.
She had just barely slipped from conciousness when the Hitachiin twins burst through the front door with a bang and called out her naeme. Haruhi woke with a scream and fell on the floor. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she yelled at Hikaru and Kaoru while jumping up from the ground. "Get out of my house!"
"Now, now, Haruhi," began Kaoru.
"Boss' orders you know," finished Hikaru, both of them brushing off her commands with devilish grins and waving hands.
"Out!"" insisted Haruhi angrily, pointing to the door,
Suddenly one of the twins grabbed her from behind. "Let go of me!"
The other twin walked over to the struggling girl and leaned into her face with an indifferent expression. "Why are you wearing pajamas? It's three in the afternoon." He turned from her brusquely and waved to his brother. "You know what this means."
The second twin laughed evilly and yelled, "We get to undress you!"
"What?" yelled Haruhi, struggling even more. "No way!"
"Yes way!" the twins cried gleefully in unison, releasing Haruhi only to pull racks full of girl's clothes out of nowhere and filling the whole room except for the small space where the three of them stood.
"Isn't this a fire hazard?" cried Haruhi in the confusion as the twins wrestled with each other over which outfit to put on the usual "tomboy". The male-esque girl had begun to crawl under one of the racks to escape when the boys grabbed her and tried to undress her.
"You have to put this on!" Hikaru commanded, waving a short blue dress.
"You will look so cute!" Kaoru agreed, reaching for Haruhi's shirt buttons.
"Alright!" she consented with extreme irritation, pushing both boys away by their faces. "I will put the stupid thing on! Just get out!" She pushed the Hitachiins out the door and shoved the clothing racks out with them. She came out wearing the dress and a matching headband that had been tossed the window.
"Haruhi!"
"You look so adorable!" Both twins grabbed her in a tight hug and rubbed their faces against hers.
"Yeah, whatever," she grumbled before pushing them off and getting into their waiting limo, slamming the door. The boys shrugged before following her into the car. "Where are we going anyway?" she sighed and laid her head against the seat. She wasn't sure if she was dizzy just because she was sick or because of the crazy shenanigans the host club once again included her in unwillingly.
"The boss decided we should see how commoners celebrate Halloween," Kaoru said.
"So we're going to some wierd place called a pumpkin patch," he continued. "The rest of the club will meet us there."
"Beautiful," muttered Haruhi.
Present
"What was that you said about feeling lousy?" questioned Kyoya, not showing any sign of real concern.
"It's nothing," scowled Haruhi. "I'm just sick is all."
"What?" shrieked Tamaki, overhearing (eavesdropping on really) their conversation. He grabbed his so-called daughter's shoulders and lifted her uncomfortably into the air. "Daddy's little girl is sick?"
"Put me down senpai..." Haruhi said simply.
Tamaki clutched the girl to his chest awkwardly and span around to face Hikaru and Kaoru, who was now standing with the rest of the club to what the commotion was about. "How could you bring my precious little girl out here like this in such horrible condition, you fiends?"
"Hey, we didn't know she was sick." Hikaru shrugged.
"Besides," Kaoru included, "we were just following your orders, boss."
Together, they loomed over Tamaki intimidatingly and said, "So it's really your fault!"
Tamaki's arms dropped defeatedly as he went limp, causing Haruhi to slide to the ground. "My... fault?" He whimpered before falling to his knees in front of Haruhi.
"You're the one who said-"
"Get her to come at all costs."
Tamaki begen sobbing. "Daddy is so sorry! Can his little girl ever forgive him?"
"Get over it senpai." Haruhi got up and brushed herself off in annoyance. "It's just a little fever, I'm fine. And stop speaking in third person and saying you're my father, it's annoying."
"Annoying?" whimpered Tamaki even weaker then before. He froze to the spot, on his hands and knees in the dirt with a tear on his face.
"Tama-chan?" said Hunny, poking the host club leader's cheek inquisitively.
"Can we just do whatever it is we came here to do?" said the exasperated Haruhi, turning her back on Tamaki.
"Right! Well..." began Tamaki, jumping up and hiding his bruised ego the best he could. "We have come here to experience the commoner traditions for Halloween! Shall we start with choosing a pumpkin or the corn maze?"
The twins looked at each other on confusion. "Choosing a pumkin?"
"For what?
"Hmmmm..." thought Tamaki. "I don't know..."
"I suggest we start with the maze," Kyoya chimed in, with a suspicious amount of interest.
"What the deal, senpai?" questioned Haruhi.
Kyoya grinned and pushed his glasses up, the sun glinting off them ominously. "I just thought it would be fun is all."
The host club walked silently to the entance points of the corn maze, with not a single one taking their eyes off Kyoya. "Here we are!" he announced cheerfully when they reached their destination. "This is said to be one of the biggest corn mazes in Japan. I think to make it a little more interesting, we should break into two teams for a competetion. Whoever gets through the maze first shall receive these photos of Haruhi, taken of her while in a bubble bath." Kyoya lifted two photos and shook them teasingly.
All at once, Tamaki had a nosebleed and froze in shock, the twins had a fit of giggling, Hunny covered his eyes, Mori blushed a slight pink, and Haruhi tried to snatch the pictures from Kyoya's hand.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" she screamed. "Does privacy mean anything to any of you? How did you even get those?"
Kyoya smirked in his cool yet mischievous way. "I have my ways."
Tamaki snapped back to reality and lashed out at Kyoya. "What do you think you're doing? How dare you do such a thing to my little girl! I demand you hand those pictures to me for safe keeping immediately!"
"Yeah right you perv!" raged Haruhi. "You just want those pictures for yourself, sicko!"
"Now, now, there is no need to fight." Kyoya was enjoying this far too much. "Whovever wins will get these photos and the freedom to do with them as they please. Now pick your teams."
"We choose the boss!" the twins said in unison, grabbing Tamaki's arms.
"That's fine," declared Tamaki in his princely way. "but I demand that my daughter stays with her father!"
"I have had enough of you today Tamaki-senpai. It's your fault we're in this mess anyway. I'm going with Hunny and Mori-senpai." Haruhi stood defiantly next to the cousins while her remarks stabbed Tamaki with invisable arrows.
"Mommy, do something!" pleaded Tamaki, suddenly on his knees in front of Kyoya.
"That fine, Haruhi," Kyoya smoothly disapointed the sobbing "father" at his feet. "This way the groups will be even."
"But what about you, Kyo-chan?" asked Hunny, climbing onto Mori's shoulders.
"I will wait by the exit for you to complete the maze. I'm afraid I have some business that I must attend to immediately."
"What business could you possibly need to do in a pumpkin patch?" grouched Haruhi.
Kyoya ignored the question and headed in the opposite direction of his fellow hosts. "See you at the finish!" he cheered, waving the photos behind him as he walked.
The twins saluted him in sync before linking their arms in Tamaki's and dragging him off to one entrance of the maze. "Come on boss!
"No time to lose!"
"But... but... but... Haruhiiiiiiii!" he yelled in dramatic anguish, yet he let himself be dragged away by the twins.
"Come on you guys." Haruhi headed towards the other entrance. "The sooner we get through this stupid thing the faster I can go home."
"It will be fun, Haru-chan!" Hunny jumped from Mori to Haruhi's back, quite nearly knocking her over. "Just try it!" The boy lolita grinned in his overly-cute way.
The three walked on in silence for half an hour. "Come on!" complained Haruhi, still agitated and feeling worse every minute. "How long is this going to take?" She paused and leaned on one of the benches scattered throught the maze, swaying a bit.
"Haru-chan!" Hunny wrapped his arms around her waist. "Are you okay?" His eyes sparkled with worry, looking up into her face. Mori stood next to them, his usual blank expression replaced with worry.
I'm fine Hunny-senpai." She patted his head and continued walking, the Lolita boy holding her hand and squeezing Usa-chan. Mori walked close behind, keeping his eyes on both of them.
They turned yet another corner and two boys dressed as Freddie and Jason jumped out at them yelling and revving a chainsaw. Hunny let out a loud shriek and ran as fast as he could past them, sobbing. The teen culprits fell to the ground, laughing hysterically. Their masks and prop chainsaw fell to the ground with a clatter a few inches away.
"Did you see that kid's face?" cried one through his hysterics.
"What did you do that for?" Haruhi shouted and stood over the boys with clenched fists.
"We were just messing around," Freddie said casually, wiping tears away.
"Besides," sneered Jason, "what are you going to do about it? You're just a girl."
Mori took a step towards the boys and lifted them easily by their shirts. "Apologize," he commanded, making it clear what would happen if they didn't by his tightening grip.
"We're sorry," squeaked the boys in terror, their eyes wide as they dangled in the air. Mori tossed them back onto the ground and walked quickly in the direction Hunny had fled, looking back to make sure Haruhi was following.
How are we ever going to find him in this place? Haruhi wondered and tried to keep up with Mori. She stopped suddenly, overcome with a dizzy spell. She rubbed her forehead with her middle and pointer fingers, trying to stay upright. "Are you alright?" Mori loomed protectively over Haruhi, worry filling his eyes.
"I'm... fine, senpai," she assured haltingly. "Let's... let's just keep going." However, she hadn't taken a full step before her strong upperclassmen scooped her up and continued on with her cradled in his arms. It was clear to him that Haruhi was more important right now then his small cousin. "You really don't have to do this," she blushed. "I can walk just fine." The two hosts reached a cozy dead end and Mori set Haruhi down on her feet. He didn't walk back the other way though; he pulled his sweatshirt off and laid it on the ground. He then picked up Haruhi once more, and laid her on top of his sweatshirt.
"You need to rest. I'm going to call Tamaki and tell him we need to get out of here."
"Don't be ridiculous." Haruhi struggled to get up. She couldn't remember ever feeling so horrible from a little illness before. "We need to find Hunny and finish this stupid maze."
Mori sat down next to her and gently but firmly pushed her back down, laying her head in his lap. "Mitskuni will be fine. He is capable of defending himself."
Haruhi looked away and blushed, feeling awkward by the closeness of her usually stoic friend. "I just don't see the point," she mumbled, but didn't bother to move. He placed a hand on her forehead. "Your fever is worse." Haruhi looked at him with bleary eyes but didn't say anything. As he pulled out his cell phone and tried to make a call, Haruhi couldn't help but stare into his beautiful dark eyes. His eyes had always seemed so mysterious to her; they were so deep that they seemed to never end, leading you into his soul...
"No signal." Mori's worried remark startled Haruhi into reality. "We will have to wait here until we're found.
"Huh?" She blinked. "Oh, right." She continued staring into his eyes as he gazed back solemnly. She finally looked away, turning her face in the other direction as a deep blush burned her face. "You're blushing Haruhi," he told her.
"Oh, um, it must be the fever." She glanced back at his eyes then turned away again. He may seem hard to read to the rest of the club, but he really is an open book she thought. It had always been easy for her to tell what he was thinking or feeling. It was in those eyes. Right then, his eyes were a mixture of worry and slight contentment. Haruhi realized how comfortable the situation would be if she didn't feel so ill. Her blush faded away as she noticed Mori had begun to stroke her hair timidly. She sighed and closed his eyes, suddenly hoping the host club wouldn't find them at all.
As Haruhi fell into a calm sleep, Mori found himself almost wishing they wouldn't be found at all. How selfish! He cursed himself in his head. She needs help. Yet... he tried not to think about how sick she was. She was with him, and he wouldn't let anything happen to her. He concentrated on her face, and how calm and peaceful it was. Everyone else in the host club said it was a cute face, but it wasn't. It had an indescribable beauty. It was the way it always looked so determined and thoughtful of others he figured. She wasn't part of this Earth. He tried to wrap his mind around the way her independence and sweetness built a little world that was just hers. He had never met anyone like her, and he knew he never would. As he watched over her and took in the feel of her soft hair and the deep, calm breaths that came with sleep, he hoped that one day he would understand her little world better, and become a part of it.