Oddly Enough
Chapter 2
The room went silent as Hanaritoria fell back against the chair with her eyes shut. Tamaki reacted first, jumping back from the delicate girl and retreating into his depressing corner, where he cultivated mushrooms.
"Now look that you've done, idiots!" Haruhi shouted, fuming. Although she used the plural form of that word, she was mainly talking to Tamaki, who had gone and touched her. "She was obviously terrified, and you just had to go and touch her!" Haruhi didn't bother being quiet. She had the knowledge that Hanaritoria wouldn't wake up for some time, no matter what happened around her. The rest of them didn't know that, though.
"Haru-chan, don't you think you should be a bit quieter?" Hani had walked up next to Haruhi, and pulled on her uniform jacket. "Hana-chan could wake up..." Haruhi looked down at Hani, and shook her head.
"She wouldn't wake up if the place flooded, Hani. She'll be okay," She flashed a quick smile to the boy and went back to fuming at Tamaki.
"She won't wake up?" Hani questioned, though this went unnoticed by Haruhi because she was entirely focused on being mad at Tamaki. So this was Kyoya's moment to shine; he'd done all necessary research on this friend of Haruhi's.
"She has a severe anxiety condition," Kyoya started. "in which when too overwhelmed, she loses consciousness and is unable to be woken for quite a few hours." He pushed up his glasses, creating a glare in the lenses. "I'm not at liberty to say much else." The group had gone quiet, listening to him. And now they all wore this disbelieving look, since it was rarely above Kyoya to give them more information.
Haruhi managed to break from that stupor the fastest. "Uh, thanks, Kyoya-senpai," She said. Haruhi stepped around the table, and went to go and stand by her friend. "Dad, can you bring her up to my room?"
Ranka shook his head. "You know how fragile I am, Haruhi. Why don't you ask one of the boys?" Haruhi shot him a glare, and then turned to the Host Club. She didn't want to, but poor Hanaritoria couldn't stay out here like this.
"Mori-senpai, could you please help me bring her up to my room? I can't carry her, and she can't stay here..." Her reasoning wasn't needed, as Mori stepped up to do it as soon as she asked him to. He wouldn't bother questioning why she trusted him to do it above everyone else in the room. He was the least likely to mess something up. "Thank you!" She beamed, as he picked the fragile girl up from the chair. He was surprised by her lack of weight, but disregarded it. Haruhi then led him to her room, where he lay her down on a simple commoner's bed.
Back down in the living room, nobody had taken the chance to speak while Haruhi and Mori had been away. Hani was infatuated with the treats that Haruhi had made, and the rest were to interested in Haruhi's friend to worry about talking to each other.
"Okay, guys. You've had your fun, now would you please leave?" Haruhi asked. She hadn't sat down when entering the living room again. She honestly wanted to wait for Hanaritoria to take up, but she had the Host Club to deal with.
"Why? We just wanted to-" Tamaki was cut off by Kyoya.
"Haruhi is right. We shouldn't overstay our welcome. It was good to see you, Ranka-san." Kyoya ushered the boys out, not leaving any room for argument. Haruhi glanced wearily at Kyoya. She knew that she'd end up owing him for this, and she'd rather know now what her debt would be instead of later. But Kyoya didn't even send so much as a glance at her, and she was forced to wait for that outcome.
Haruhi now turned to her father, and spoke quietly. "Dad... Why did you do that? You know Hana-chan doesn't do well with new people..."
"I figured if it were them, she wouldn't have a problem! I'm so sorry dear Haruhi... I didn't expect that idiot, Tamaki, to get so close to her," Ranka then got this demonic look in his eyes. "Oh, that boy is going to pay for hurting my dear Hana-chan..." Haruhi had to sweatdrop at this.
"Dad. There's no need to do that, I'll talk to him and the others at school on Monday. But, I'm forbidding them from intruding on me and Hana anymore. And you're not to let them in when Hana is here, okay?"
Ranka discreetly held a hand behind his back and nodded. "Of course, Haruhi. I worry about my Hana-chan too!" Haruhi smiled at her father, not knowing that his fingers were crossed.
I open my eyes, and the first thing I notice is the wall color.
My walls aren't white... I think, and I blink a few times. The rest of the room falls into focus, and I realize that I'm over at Haruhi's place. And I continue to remember, I recall Haruhi's friends attempting to introduce themselves to me. I swallow hard, fighting back the fear that I had last felt. They couldn't be here anymore, it had to have been several hours since I passed out.
What time is it? I ask myself, and glance over to the window. It's too light out to be the evening, so I assume that I just slept over. I sit up on the bed, and look for Haruhi. Next to her bed, where I now sit, is a cot. The blankets are all messed up, and I figure she went into the kitchen to make breakfast, anticipating my waking up. I slip out of the bed, give a grossed-out look as I remember that I had nothing to change into, and stumble my way out to the kitchen.
"Hana-chan! What do I tell you all the time? Be careful when you wake up, you're going to hurt yourself one day!" Haruhi scolds me. I smile sheepishly, and utter an apology.
"But I really have no other choice when you're never by my side, Haru-chan. I get worried," I join her side, and peek at what she's doing. "Pancakes? You remembered how much I love western food!" I giggle a bit, and hug her shoulders. She shrugs me off, laughing.
"Go sit down at the table, Hana-chan. I'll bring food out in a few minutes." I gladly oblige, and take a seat at their table. Just as I sit down, something starts ringing. A few seconds later, I realize that it's my phone – And I should answer it.
"Hello?" I answer, flipping the phone open.
"Hanaritoria! You were supposed to come home last night! Where the hell are you?" I flinch from the volume of my mother's voice.
"I am at a friend's house, Mom... I didn't mean to stay out. Her friends came over and I..." I didn't finish my sentence. I shouldn't have to.
"Oh, whatever. Just get home, you insolent child!" The line goes dead, and I fight back the tears that threaten to spill.
I've disappointed her once again... What am I supposed to do? I go to the contacts on my phone, and call my driver. I tell him to come and pick me up at Haruhi's. I trust him not to tell Mom where I am. If she knew... Haruhi and Ranka, I'd never be able to see them again.
When Haruhi comes back out with two plates of pancakes, I snap my phone shut and shove it back into its place in my dress.
"Who was that?" She asks, setting my plate down.
"Nobody. I was just checking the time, Haru-chan."
She gives me a funny look, but accepts the answer anyway. We dig down to eat, and before I know it the limo is here. Gregori rings the doorbell, and I get up.
"Sorry, Haru-chan. But I have to leave early. I'll be back over on Tuesday, alright? I'll just come over after school," I rush out after giving her a smile. Pulling my heels on at the door, I step outside and head to the limo. Mom will be furious when I get home, and there isn't a point in putting it off.
When Gregori shuts the door behind me, the tears roll from my eyes. I embarrassed myself yesterday, and now I have the wrath of my mother to look forward to.