I do not own any rights to Ouran High School Host Club. This story picks up ten years after the 18th book, written by Bisco Hatori.
Ten years later…
Chapter One
Haruhi Fujioka-Suoh sat at her desk in the large law firm. It had grown exponentially in the last year. As she looked at the pictures lining her desk, she thought back to how far they had come. The year after they all studied abroad the hosts returned to Japan to find that the Host Club was now a successful Petting Zoo, due to Yasuchika Haninozuka and Satoshi Morinozuka.
The Hitachiin twins and Haruhi decided to split the time with the young cousins and only conducted Host business on Tuesdays and Thursdays, due to their busy schedules being their last year at Ouran Academy. Both clubs ended at the end of the year as the young cousins followed in their brothers' footsteps and traveled abroad.
While they were all at University the hosts lived together near campus, with the exception of Haruhi who continued to live with her father. Tamaki and Haruhi continued to date throughout university. Tamaki would ask Haruhi, on average about, three times a year to marry him. Finally her first year of Law School she answered, "Yes."
The entire group of friends celebrated when she finally accepted. And the rest of their lives started to fall into place quickly after that. Kyoya disappeared shortly after their engagement. Haruhi and Tamaki were oblivious and a little hurt by Kyoya's disappearance, but Honey and Mori knew that Haruhi's acceptance of Tamaki finally pushed Kyoya to understand how much he had really loved Haruhi. Years later Haruhi found this out.
Honey married first, his dark wife quickly challenging him at every step. Honey's wedding brought Kyoya back to them all. Hikaru started dating Carmen, and Kaoru continued to wreak havoc with his twin every chance they got. They took the fashion world by storm, rivalling the insight of their mother. Mei and Kasanoda quickly got together after graduation, and everyone what waiting for Kasanoda to ask Mei's dad for permission to marry her.
Haruhi sighed looking to the newest pictures that sat on her desk. The whole Fujioka-Suoh family was surrounding the two year old as he dove head first into chocolate cake. Haruhi smiled thinking of her son, aptly named after Mitsukuni. Her son loved sweets only second to her Honey-senpai. After a long day of flipping through files and running to the bathroom every fifteen minutes Haruhi sighed gravely as she picked up her phone. Tamaki had texted her five times in the last hour, warning her about the coming storms. Being as he was in France on business, and her Mitsukuni was sick at home, she sighed again as she cancelled her doctor's appointment to head home early before the storms reached.
Packing her bags she looked around her desk, feeling like she was forgetting something. Glad she hadn't called for a car yet, Haruhi set down her bags as she made her way to the elevators. She didn't have any of the makings of soup. While she knew the staff could come up with a fine enough soup, her son was just like his father and preferred her cooking. Running down the street to the grocery store Haruhi picked up all the makings for the American dish chicken noodle soup.
On her way back Haruhi felt eyes boring into the back of her head. Looking behind her every now and then, the block seeming to take forever to get back to her office, she saw two men watching her closely. Crossing the street unnecessarily, Haruhi watched as they followed. Quickening her pace, she started to panic trying to remember what little Mori and Honey taught her about protecting herself. After the beach incident she never really thought about it until another incident happened her year abroad in America. When they returned they tried to teach her the essentials, but her clumsy nature hurt her more than anyone else.
Taking a turn to try to avoid the two men as the rain started to pour, Haruhi silenced her phone as it started to ring, worrying the sound would give her position away. Once they pass I will head in the opposite direction and call for help once I get into the coffee shop. Haruhi convinced herself.
But Haruhi never got that chance, as her phone rang again the two men were in front of her. The two men found her in the ally way, and Haruhi realized her mistake instantly, this ally way didn't have an exit. Finding the stance that Honey emphasized she learn years ago, the men laughed at her.
"Silly girl, we know you do not know how to fight." The tall man spoke with a thick Russian accent.
"We have been following you for quite some time. Today we were sure you would go home early to your sick son, but you surprised us with this lucky treat." The other man spoke in English, taking Haruhi by surprise as she fought to keep up, being a while since she spoke English so quickly.
"What do you want?" Haruhi asked failing to keep her voice steady.
"We want you to drop your case, you precious flower." The Russian man stepped close to Haruhi, as the American held a gun at her under his coat. Looking at the cold shaft of the gun, the Russian man stepped closer and smelled Haruhi's hair. The men were oblivious to the rain as it pounded down on them.
As her phone sounded again, the Russian dug into her blazer pocket and threw it to the side. She watched her phone slide under the metal dumpster. Her attention was back on the men as the Russian licked the rain water off of her neck. Pushing against him with all of her might, he growled and shoved her against the brick building behind her. The rain pounded in her head as the hit made her dizzy.
She collapsed on the floor in a mound; her head hitting the chicken broth can in her grocery bag she must have dropped earlier, leaving a cut by her left eye due to the impact. A swift kick to the stomach brought her head together as she tried to clutch herself into a tight ball. But her reactions were to slow. Another swift kick came from the American this time as her head bounced on the building behind her she heard a crack and howled in pain.
The Russian bent down grabbing her shirt enough to lift her up to his face, "Unless you want to join the hundreds of girls you are trying to steal from our Master, you will bury this case quickly. You are not a virgin, but many men would love to have you as their slave." The Russian stood kicking her swiftly.
The American spoke, not really caring if she could hear him, "And to think, poor Mitsukuni would grow up without a mother, just like you did." After the men laughed, Haruhi saw the sky light up as she yelped with the meeting thunder. They ran speaking quickly in Russian as a car plunged into the ally way. Haruhi heard her name over and over again as everything faded to black.