Disclaimer: Yes I am indeed the author of OHSHC. I just really wanted to pose as my own fan and write subpar stories about my characters and make them OOC. O_o (sarcasm darlings)

Summary/Prologue:

Kyouya enters into a ten year Faustian deal with the demon Akira. After the contract is up Akira will take his soul. Four years later when she pays him for a visit one day a certain female host responds interestingly. Who is Haruhi really? Does Haruhi even know herself? And can she save the boy she loves before it is too late or will a certain demon… or demon's get in the way?

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"Just sign here with this pen. It will hurt at first but the pain will subside in an hour or so." The girl smiled devilishly. He hadn't expected demons to look so… attractive. Her bright red shiny dress was riding up a little and her lips were painted in a matching red. Her curly blonde hair falling down in a deep side part, she flipped it over her shoulder as she handed me the feather quill. I looked down at the parchment and the agreement.

For the next ten years I would be on the upside of luck, and ten years from this day she would come back and collect my soul. I hesitated that day and I wish I would have chosen differently but at the time I was young and naïve. Instead I looked down at that paper and signed my name with a flourish, pain coursed through my body. I remember her heels clicking as she walked over and bent down to look at me, my body writhed on the floor in pain.

"Told you it would hurt."

4 years later. Present Day.

The beep of my alarm is cut off sharply with a crack against the opposite wall. My arm shoots back under the warm covers and I fall peacefully back to sleep my anger of being woken up ebbing away. A fifth alarm sounds and I finally wake up, slamming my fist down on the off button I can hear maids scurrying away. After getting dressed I go downstairs and grab a mug of coffee. The headlines on the paper read 'YOUNGEST OOTORI TO BE THE HEIR?". It amuses me to no end that they included three question marks. It was announced publicly and it isn't a question it is a statement. After downing the caffeine rich coffee I walk to the door and smirk when Tachibana throws me my keys. I had been favoring driving myself as of lately.

Walking out to the car I run my hand along the shiny black exterior and fall gracefully into the black Italian leather seats. The engine purrs as I speed towards the school. I spin myself into a parking space with the expertise of a stunt driver and step out. The usual swirl of yellow skirted fan girls squeal as I walk up to Tamaki who starts babbling about some new cosplay idea.

"So I was thinking we could do an under the water theme and everyone could wear scuba gear and we could actually be under water and…"

"Tamaki, enough. There is no possible way to do that and you know it. Come up with something logical." I watch as his lips turn up in a pout.

"Mother is so cold." I smirk and just shake my head.

Later in the day. Club time.

"The host club is officially open for business." I smirk as the girls squeal and begin going to their designated hosts. I pull out my clip board and ignore the group of girls hiding behind the couch in a Tamaki like fashion spying on me. I make a chart of incomes and expenses for the day, nothing to extravagant because it wasn't one of our event days. If we were cosplaying it would be a completely different story. In Tamaki's mind everything had to be real and extravagant. If it was a desert theme, real sand flown in from Saudi Arabia, an Island theme? Real birds and wildlife from a far off island. It was always expensive, and always a nuisance.

Tinkling laughter brings my attention back to the going-on's of the room. Haruhi's eyes sparkle as she animatedly tells a story about us kidnapping her one weekend. It was a shock to us when she didn't go to America last year and an even bigger shock when she broke things of not too long after with Tamaki. It wasn't the first time she had shocked the resident Shadow King and I have a feeling it wouldn't be the last.

Since then she had come out about being a girl, which was actually excepted since most of the guests had some form of suspicion any way. She had truly bloomed in the last year, her hair now down to her shoulders and her chest more noticeable, her eyes now lit up when she was happy and she had become somewhat of a mystery to us all.

The door opening makes me stiffen as a cold breeze tickles my neck. The click of heels bringing back the memory of that night four years ago and I don't dare turn to look and instead keep my eyes trained on Haruhi. Her back is rigid and her eyes squinted shut. Did she…?

"Ah Kyouya! My favorite client, how have you been these years?" She laughs as we sit.

"Well of course I already know the answer to that question." She just smiles as I take in her appearance. Even in the puffy yellow dress her allure was still there. She looks exactly the same.

"Why are you here Akira?" She plays with her hair idly.

"Oh you know, just checking up on a few pet projects."

"You mean…"

"I've dealt with a few of your friends yes, though not all of them have accepted."

"Don't worry; I've only talked to two of them. Your idiot friend for example."

"You made a deal with Tamaki? Why isn't he reacting to you then?"

"I only come to those who are in low places and I can help. I came to him in a form quite similar to his mother's. He doesn't recognize me, though a part of him senses something familiar and off about me. He denied my offer. He is too optimistic to sign his soul over."

"Who else?" She just smiles slyly.

"Oh, I think that is enough confession for one day. I think you will find the other is quite obvious. Six years Kyouya… then your all mine. Maybe make a few connections before then aye? I don't like inexperienced boys." She winks then walks over to Haruhi who just glares up at her. She bends down and whispers something in her ear then laughs. A silver flash brings my attention to her neck where a ruby now rests, Haruhi's eyes scrunch up in pain and a thin layer of sweat coats her forehead.

What is their connection? Haruhi is too intelligent, too strong willed. I know Haruhi would never agree to such a deal. Her face, etched with pain, invades my thoughts. Or would she?

Haruhi POV:

The cold chill and the clack of heels make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up on end. Flashes of that night enter my mind. My mom laying in the ally way next to our house, a woman with flowing blonde hair standing over her, the cracks of summer thunder up above the soundtrack to the scene.

"It was her time. One day you will understand. For now take this." A necklace landed at my small feet. A red ruby attached to a thin silver chain. I threw it at the gutter and ran towards the lady in red screaming with all of the pain and anger my young heart could harbor. And then the lady was gone, a glowing warm aura left behind for only a second before disappearing.

My mind returns to present day as she sits down with Kyouya. My heart tugs. She was trouble and if Kyouya was caught up with her… he could be killed.

"Haruhi are you okay?" Momoka, a regular of mine asks softly.

"Yes I will be fine."

"Is it because of Kyouya?" My head snaps up.

"What?"

"That women… you seem to know her and she seems to know Kyouya. She seems like trouble."

"Momoka, that women is chaos and trouble itself." I say it softly but I know by the women's amused smile that she heard me.

Kyouya looks confused and… hurt. Two expressions I had never seen nor wanted to see on his face. The woman laughs and heads my direction.

"It would appear you dropped something. I was kind enough to pick it up for you." The cool touch of the necklace on my skin makes me shiver and when it clasps I hold in a scream. White hot pain shoots through my body.

"You and your little friend have a thing in common. You both are connected to me." The pain continues and I barely hear the sound of clacking heals getting softer or the sound of fussing girls. I bolt for the door and barely make it out before collapsing to the ground. White hot pain shoots through my veins making the world hazy and my body feels like it would be consumed by invisible flames. A blonde head bends down and smiles at me.

"Ah… déjà vu. Although this time I didn't warn that it was going to hurt."

As my body curls in on itself I hear her walk away but my ears are now graced with another set of footsteps, heavier and more frantic.

"Oh Haruhi! Why the hell would you make a deal with that woman?" Kyouya's usually calm voice rings out frightened and cool arms pick me up and carry me.

"K-Kyouya?" I choke out but he shakes his head.

"Don't speak. I know how much it burns and I know your throat must be on fire since that's where her power is coming from."

"You m…" My voice cracks and the burning becomes too much. I let out a sob and he pulls me closer into him before setting me on one of the host room couches.

"Host club is closed for the day. We will see all of your bright and lovely faces tomorrow!" Kyouya shouts with the speed of a cheetah and the charm of a rhino before walking swiftly to the kitchen and getting a pitcher of ice cold water and a glass. As my body spasms in pain Kyouya forces me to drink cool cup of water after cool cup of water until eventually the fire inside is a dull throb. Kyouya then looks up and I realize what just happened. Kyouya helped me like his life depended on it… and the hosts had been watching in confusion.

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