Enchantment
By: Guiltshow
Disclaimer: I do not own.
A Wild Beast
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
Haruhi quickly woke up to the sound of a girlish shrill. Her chest and her hands and her whole body was shaking. She looked at the door frame, her father now entering her room. She blinked, and watched his face grow pale.
"Darling daughter, are you alright? Did you have a night terror?"
"No...I just saw something...Sorry to wake you father."
Her concerned father sauntered over to her, placing a warm hand on her forehead. He kissed her cheek and tucked her back into bed.
"Alright my dear, sleep well."
"Good night, father."
He left her alone in the room, and she couldn't stop the earthquake that was erupting from her body. Her dream was something new and inexperienced. She looked out the small window that was adjacent to her bed. As she stared at the forest, the pale, round moon bore into her eyes forcefully. The young Fujioka had her gaze diverted to the gravitational pull of the moon. Its illuminating light had cascaded into her room; this tangible object seemed to comfort her in indescribable ways.
As Haruhi slowly lowered her gaze, she felt disconnected once again. Looking back up at the moon, she knew that some where, her protector was staring at it himself. Her eyes tried to stay on target, but she felt an eerie presence cast her off into a wave of dreams.
She tried to refuse, but couldn't. There were many things she couldn't remember: the screams, the thrashing, and the pain. She couldn't tell if those things had happened. All she knew was that once she shifted back into sleep, she would dream about him again.
The same scenario would occur, and she would be helpless, and defenseless. He would be there, in pure white. Her savior of protection. Closing her eyes to shut out the negative, she opened them again to see the same scene as before...only in reality this time.
He had saved her, but did she notice the blood lust in his eyes? Did she see that the corpses of the wolves had chunks taken out of them? Did she even see the quickly , subtle lick of his lips?
Did she just deny her the reality, not wanting to see the rabid man in front of her?
He was in reality, handsome. He also looked primal yet defined. His Adam's apple moved as he let out a growl of dismissal to let anything out there know what was to become of them if they touched this female.
Haruhi didn't deny herself these things, otherwise she wouldn't have remembered. She instead decided to look at the aura of sadness and self disappointment that surrounded him. She saw the care and concern rising up in his eyes. He almost looked slightly(but coldly) embarrassed as he stared at her feet. She remembered finally that his first pale face had grown slightly in color in the past few seconds. None of that mattered, though...
It was her who made the first move.
It was her hand who reached out, but withdrew.
It was her who wanted to speak to him.
It was her who smiled first at him.
It was her who decided that the lustful man in front of her was her protector.
She only screamed because she didn't want to admit it. Her brown eyes, filled with wisdom and knowledge, had also been sheltered from the violence and the gore of real life during the time.
She slowly let the cold sweat drift off her back, and she went back to sleep; Those haunting, melodious eyes soothing her with silent apologies while she slept.
The sun had removed the moon of it's post, and had woken up Haruhi for the morning. Getting up, she looked at her door. On it hung a very Victorian dress. She looked at the deep hues of yellow and the low cut bust line. She choked, and jumped up from her bed.
"Over my dead body will I wear that stupidious thing!" She whispered, and smiled coyly to herself. She was glad to have been a step ahead of her beloved father. She picked up a hinged floor board and brought up a manly uniform. It looked tattered and still in good condition. Placing it in her bag, Haruhi made sure to hide it well underneath her two novels she planned on reading.
Stubbornly putting on the dress, she stared at herself in the mirror in the hallway. To herself she looked utterly ridiculous and decided that she was right to believe so.
Placing on her brown boots- which she hid underneath the over exaggerated length of the dress- she made her way down stares.
"KAWAII." her father cried, and began to randomly bounce around the room. She looked at the early working men arriving at the bar, suddenly feeling quite vulnerable as their gazes drifter down her stature. She narrowed her eyes, and turned to her father.
"I must be off. I will see you later after I come back from this satanic cult."
"I know you will love it, dearest!"
With that, she left to go to school. It was particularly cold this morning, and she cursed silently that she forgot her coat. Shivering, she made her way down the streets. She felt her eye twitch more than once when sexist cat calls could be heard. She fought the urge to forget them all, and open her sailor's mouth. She noticed the time on the town clock, and let out a gasp. She wasn't one who didn't arrive on time. Oh no. She had to get there ten minutes prior, no matter what the circumstances. She began to run, which looked like a wobble with her heavy dress. She didn't even see the place that caused gravity to embrace her. Hitting the snow, she let out a cry of anguish. It was cold, and suddenly the low-cut dress seemed very, very, very ridiculous.
"Haruhi..."
She looked up and gasped at him. He looked as stoic as ever. Offering a hand, he hoisted her up with effort.
"Thank you, Kyoya-san."
"Kyoya-sensei..."
"What?"
"Judging by your appearance," he casually scanned her body making her slightly flushed with anger and embarrassment, "You will be attending the new school for girls. It so happens that I, along with a few, selected others, are going to be teaching one of your classes." His blank face suddenly was broken as a slight smirk graced his carved jaw. He couldn't really tell if she was shaking from anger or the cold. He decided on the latter of the two. "Haruhi...You really shouldn't be so careless. Ranka-san would have a fit if he knew I wasn't taking care of you." With that being said, the nice jacket Kyoya had worn was suddenly on Haruhi's shoulders.
"T-Thank you, Kyoya-sa-"
"Sensei, Haruhi, sensei."
"Please," Haruhi muttered. "Like I would ever call you sensei."
"Whatever you say, Haruhi-chan."
Her eyes widened as she looked up at him. Suddenly they narrowed once she saw his face.
"Sadist..." She sighed, and continued to walk with her upperclassman, and now teacher.
She never liked being called 'Haruhi-chan'; Kyoya learned this when dirt was thrown in his face when he met her: he was 17 and she was 15. Growing up with Haruhi wasn't the most exciting thing that had happened to the young man, but it certainly had it's quirks. He was glad to find someone so nonchalant, and so utterly careless about the classier things in life. She liked to read, and take walks in that ridiculous forest with those filthy creatures. He had grown fond of her over the years they spent together.
Haruhi couldn't see how Kyoya didn't age. It was the one thing that baffled her mind. Sure, he was handsome, and wealthy...and his elegant looks never seemed to lack luster, but he hadn't changed. His height- which was insanely tall-, his whole persona hadn't changed. She never could ask why he didn't looked older...it was just too weird. The random disappearances also seemed a bit odd and out of place as well.
None-the-less, Haruhi found Kyoya to be a sadistic, manipulative, charming, and ruthless man. The more she tried to escape, the more he pulled her in. She just could not avoid him...
"Haruhi-chan, I would like my jacket back." He simply said as they neared the building. She shrugged it off and let out a murmur of thanks. Slipping away from him, she quickly needed to find a restroom of some sort. She hated the dress...she loathed it. It was a life or death matter that this wretched dress would soon be disposed of...and if Haruhi had anything to do about it: it would be incinerated.
"OH MY!" A loud shrill was echoed through the hallway. "You! Young girl! Did it hurt when you fell?"
Haruhi blinked, and turned around...suddenly regretting that turn. She saw before her...a blonde-haired man, rushing towards in a dash. It didn't make sense, he reminded her of her father - which was never good.
"Um...I haven't fallen."
"Oh?" He sounded surprised, and took her hand in his own, smooth hand. His lips brushed it gently in a chaste manner before she abruptly pulled away from him. "I thought an angel like yourself would have fallen from heaven. Your beauty...it is like a million moonbeams, gravitating towards me as I stare wishfully into your brown, doe-like eyes. I am captivated by your beauty. What is your name, oh fairest maiden?"
Haruhi stared as violet eyes peered from below(for the French man thought it was best to sink to his knees during his dramatic monologue), her mind was wondering who let him out of the asylum close by.
"Haruhi-chan?" A certain, fellow with glasses couldn't help but smirk at the sight.
"Kyoya-kun! Oh Kyoya-kun, I have missed you. It's been a hundred years has it not since the last time I saw you!"
"You are over exaggerating, Tamaki..." His eyes shifted delibertly from Tamaki to Haruhi, and Tamaki let out a small, awkward laugh.
"I suppose I am. AHAHA!" He roared, and suddenly stopped in his mid-laugh. "Haruhi...what a beautiful name!" He spun around, and pulled a rose from somewhere. Haruhi made a mental note to ask him later. "A rose for a rose..."
"Shakespeare. Who knew someone like you could actually think of it, ne Tama-chan?" A young boy stated with an undertone of hate.
"Oh. Hunny-san! I didn't know you were there," cried the man as he elegantly flung himself to embrace the young boy, only his plans were quickly twharted as this kidstepped gracefully to the side.
Haruhi stared with a new-found confusion. She couldn't quite grasp the situation. She never knew where Kyoya had been before he came here. Nor did she know what the little blonde boy was doing in a place like this.
"Allow me to clarify, Haruhi-chan," mused Kyoya, as his slender forefinger pushed his glasses along the bridge of his nose. "The man, who I know as Suoh Tamaki, is on the floor. To the right of him is Mitsukuni Haninozuka, or Hunny-san for short. Hunny-san has come here from Germany, and is here to tutor people in table manners, whilst Tamaki is here to educate the women to have a second language of French and to play the basics of a piano. Thus, you, along with the other girls here, will be well-bred for when a suitable suitor finds you acceptable to marry."
"Sounds sexist..." Haruhi sighed, as she glared at Kyoya and that smart-assed grin he bared.
"Times change, Haruhi-chan." He let out with a sigh and looked at Hunny. "Hunny-san, have you taken your nap today?"
"Oh. You are so smart, aren't you Kyo-chan?" Haruhi stared in awe. Someone was awfully rude. The sarcasm and malice dripped from the young boy's mouth. "I'm sure it was a pleasure to meet you, Haru-chan." He then walked off to leave them alone.
"How long since it happened, Kyoya-kun?" Tamaki asked, brushing his dark slacks free of dirt.
"About about eight years ago it occurred."
"Poor kid."
"What do you mean? How old is he?" Haruhi stopped their conversation, her hands placed stubbornly on her hips.
"He is -"
Tamaki opened his mouth but was silenced by stuffed rabbit being throttled into his face.
"Haru-chan, I'm sure my age shouldn't be of concern, ne?" Despite the smile that graced his face, he certainly didn't look happy. "Tama-chan, can I have Bun-bun back?"
"Uh...sure, Hunny-san."
Tamaki scrambled to get up, and was about to protest when Haruhi grabbed the pink bunny from his grasp. Walking over to the satanically evil child, she picked him up with skill and began to walk.
"Haruhi...I wouldn't do that -" Tamaki alertly said, as he came a stride behind her.
"Tamaki-san, Hunny-san isn't in condition to teach. I'll take him to get his sleep, but you should save your concern for your first class.'
"But-"
"Haruhi-chan is right, Tamaki. Let us go. I expect to see you later, Haruhi-chan."
"Bastard..." she mumbled, and fought the urge to say anything more inappropriate.
As they walked, it was surprising to Haruhi that Hunny didn't say anything. She peered down to see him sleeping, his body curled into her, as he held this 'Bun-bun' close. Her eyes grew wide, and they became watery. Staring down at the young boy who was crying silently in his sleep, she couldn't help but feel attached to him. She wondered where his parents were, and why he was here. So many questions floated into her mind, but only one needed to be answered: Why did he feel so alone?
Stopping mid-way in her strides, she saw an empty hallway to her left. She slunk into the soothing quiet, and found a luxurious love seat placed against the wall of the hallway; it's velvet cushions faced a large window overlooking a large kio pond. Laying down Hunny, she sat beside him and put the coat she had brought to relieve herself from the constraints of the dress. As she smoothing his silky, blonde hair out of his face, she felt moved again by the emotions Haruhi hated herself: her maternal instincts.
'Damn them. I would have it better if I were a man.' She wistfully thought, and looked out the window. "Dear mother in Heaven..." Her soft voice echoed through the empty corridor, the Roman columns absorbed the sounds of it. The finished result was a haunting echo. As she brushed off cookie crumbs from her buttered-colored dress, she questioned the motives of the school board. He certainly didn't look as if he qualified for the teaching of manners. Shrugging off doubt, she leaned back into the chair with her hand stationed protectively on his back. She demonstrated an old, Fujioka remedy called the back-rub to soothe this tiny lad. With the stillness, and the silence Haruhi couldn't help but drift off into a land of dreams.
In her dreams, she was consumed and comforted by the darkness that surrounded her. It was only her, and her protector. She watched him draw nearer to her. His eyes ravenously scanned her confound body, and his mouth opened slightly but closed. He wore what Kyoya and Tamaki had worn: sleek, black pants, and a buttoned up white shirt. The jacket that was suppose to accompany it was gone. She blinked at him, and smiled hesitantly as he was face to face with her.
"Haruhi..."
Her throat tightened as he spoke her name; her face was undoubtedly red at this moment. The back of his hand was cold again as it brushed against her cheek. Their faces drew nearer. She felt his cool, mint breath against her lips, and she shut her eyes to await the next action. A minute passed and nothing happened. Opening her eyelids she stared at the sight before her. This man, her protector, was on the floor. His eyes looked up at her, they were now black like coal. His face looked strained as he let out a cry of agony.
"Haruhi, help me. Please."
His monotone voice was laced with inklings of rich tone and texture. She rushed towards him, but stopped as he began to change...She shut her eyes, and covered her ears to dull the screams.
"Haruhi. Go."
She opened her eyes to see him. But he wasn't himself. His clothes were torn, his body was covered with black fur. He still held his human stature, but his primal stares and growls made her chilled in fear.
"Haruhi..."
She opened her eyes, a faint sweat had broken out.
"Haru-chan! Haru-chan!" The little boy cried as he shook her, tears rolling down his eyes. He gasped when realization that she awoke dawned on him. She let out a yelp of surprise as he pounced on her. It formed into a warm embrace. "Haru-chan. Haru-chan don't scare me and Bun-bun like that. Okay?" He cried, as his chubby fingers dropped Bun-bun so he could fully hug her. Needless to say, those unwanted motherly hormones took over her and she instantly hugged him back.
"Sh...Hunny-san. I won't scare you again." She patted his head, not knowing why she would apologize. Did she do something wrong?
"Ne, Haru-chan! We skipped school today." Hunny sighed, as he climbed off her lap and looked at her.
"Oh. What a shame." Haruhi said with sarcasm. "Hunny-san, where are you staying?"
"Um...ano. I don't know. Heehee." He laughed, and Haruhi was amazed at what nap would do to him. He looked so innocent and adorable now. She sighed, and shook her head.
"Well, my father owns a bar, and he would love for you to stay...I'm sure of it." She couldn't help but ease into a smile as he began to dance with his stuffed animal.
"Bun-bun! Look! We get to go live with Haru-chan!" He cried in an eccentric joy. Haruhi got up, and stared down at her butterscotch dress and sighed. Picking up her bag, she turned to Hunny.
"Hunny-san. I need to go change real quick." She pointed to a closet, and nodded towards him. "So, you need to keep guard while I change, alright?"
"Ja. Ich tue mein bestes!"(1) He said seriously, and stood at attention while she changed. Finally relieving herself from the horrid dress, she told Hunny it was okay to let her out. As she walked out, she saw Hunny smile at Bun-bun. "Can we go to your house, Haru-chan?"
"I don't think that will be the best decision, Hunny-san," spoke a cold voice. They both turned to see Kyoya staring at Hunny in disapproval. "Hunny-san, I still don't know if you can control your-"
"Anschlag...(2)" whispered Hunny as he stared at Kyoya. "Kyo-chan...I know I'm not experienced like you are but...I won't do anything bad. I promise. I'll go to you if need be..."
The once happy Hunny now looked crumpled as he stared at the marble flooring. Haruhi's eyes narrowed as she took a step beside Hunny and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sure he will be fine, Kyoya-san. I offered, and if he doesn't accept, I will find it quite rude. Now, let's go Hunny."
"Yes..." He mustered up a smile, and grabbed Haruhi's hand. "Kyo-chan. I'm not hungry. Don't worry."
"You aren't hungry? Oh...Well, my father was making pastries today-" Haruhi was cut off by a blissful sigh.
"Mmm. Pastries. Haru-chan. I'm hungry for sweets. I'm not hungry for anything else though!"
"Alright. We will see you tomorrow, Kyoya-san."
"I'm sure we will, Haruhi-chan." He stared at the fading silhouettes. "She is mine, Hunny-san." He murmured, and sharply turned to leave to his estate.
Arriving home, Haruhi wasn't surprised that her father was extremely excited for their new house guest. Hunny was happy for the food(all sweets of course). Haruhi left them to bond and departed for her room. She hung up the awful, frilled, low-cut, demonic dress of hell in her small closet. She took out her maroon jacket, and inhaled. The scent still hadn't left. Putting it on, she grabbed her ruck-sack and filled it with food.
She slipped out of the back door, her book in hand as she left for the woods.
"Haruhi. Go."
She paused again, and stared at the edge of the forest. Stepping a foot in, she saw the bushes make sound. A dark figure walked towards her, as she stepped back. She stared at him. Wasn't it just a dream? She rushed towards the crumpling mass of a body. She caught his fall, as she went down on her knees. Laying him down, she looked at the cuts that deformed his broad shoulders and his face. Her eyes swept over his wounds, and felt her eyes water. She took off her jacket that was already cut in the back and made the best of it. She resourcefully used the water she had brought, and tried to dress his wounds. Not being a skilled medic, but having read books on the matter, she did a mediocre job with the bandages. She stared down at him, his chest heaving, his body sweating as his eyes were shut tight.
"Haruhi..."
"Shh...It's okay, Mori(3)," She whispered to her protector. Her hand swept down and brushed away some dirt from his pale face. Her eyes connected with his, and her faced slowly drew closer to his when he snapped up, his chest emitted a low growl. She turned to see Kyoya and Tamaki.
"Haruhi," Kyoya stated. "Get away from this trash."
"Kyoya...calm down." Tamaki said lightly, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Leave me be, Tamaki. I've seen him leering at Haruhi ever since she was a little girl."
"Ah. I was looking out for her." The bandaged up man said with such confidence. She stared at him, and he gave her a silent smile through his eyes.
"Hm. Lusting for her blood isn't what I call protection." Kyoya stated.
"Ne, Kyo-chan? Tama-chan? What is the matter - oh. Takashi. Hi." Hunny grinned boyishly, rubbing his head as he stepped out of the bushes. Takashi's nostrils flared as he stared at Hunny; He jumped up and looked at them in disbelief.
"Him, too? How could you do that...to a little kid." Takashi's confidence had now fallen as he stared at Hunny.
"It wasn't us." Tamaki said, placing his hands up in the air half-heartedly.
"What is going on?"
They all stared at Haruhi, as she stared up at them. She couldn't understand what was happening. Kyoya moved so fast, she could barely see his blur. Grabbing her elbow, he yanked her away from Takashi.
"We are leaving. Haruhi. Listen, if you value your life you will never step foot in here. That monster...he stares at you as if you were to be eaten. It's truly disgusting. Let us go."
Haruhi stared at them, and took a step back. She stared at Tamaki, Kyoya and Hunny to her left, and then an angry Takashi to her left. Feeling something over come her, she swooned, and fainted into the arms of Tamaki.
"Thank you, Tamaki. Lets go."
"Sorry, Takashi. I hope to see you again, ne?" Hunny smiled weakly as he saw Takashi tremble in rage. They were suddenly gone, leaving Takashi...alone again. He looked down at his and saw the feral claws beginning to form. He let out a bellow of anguish and anger. Punching a tree to his right, he slouched to the floor.
"Haruhi..." He said blankly, staring at the items left on the ground. He took them and placed them in her bag. Not tonight, or maybe not the next night...but someday soon he would return it. And when he decided this, he made sure never to let another emotion seep through his soul. Any feeling might put her in danger.
A/N - Phew. That chapter is long(well to me).Long 8 pages in size ten font. I hope you enjoyed. I don't think I have it in me to write another 4,000+ chapter(unless you bribe me with reviews) Aheh. You guys probably are already forming your guesses, if I'm not that obvious maybe it will be more easy to figure just a part of my plot.
Thank you guys so much for your reviews(and your alerts/favorites); It truly means a lot to me. I know I need to hurry up and finish A Chance To Change, and to write more for Doki Doki and Gravity BUT I couldn't resist this. I hope you stay tuned for the next chapter. School has been a killer.
1)Translated to: Yes. I will do my best.
2)Translated to: Stop.
3)Hokay, so Mori means forest so she called him Mori. No, she doesn't have ESP or anything. Aheh.
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