My Protection to You
Written by: Hita-Chan
A/N: Hello, everyone! Here's the first actual chapter! Hope you enjoy~!
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran or it's characters. However I do own this plot and I plan to do what I want with it. I also own any plots.
She quickly regained her composure, masking her shock with a determined look. The first thing she noticed was Ohtori Kyoya to her right at a smaller table than the others with a computer. Haruhi walked over to him and looked down at him, clearing her throat.
"May I help you, Miss?" Kyoya asked without looking up.
"Yes, you can. I need all of these girls out of here now."
Kyoya looked up at her, "And why is that?"
"Because, I need to speak to you and your friends about important matters," Haruhi replied quickly and with an edgy tone.
Kyoya looked at her for a few minutes and sighed. He stood and walked over to Suoh Tamaki. He leaned next to his ear and whispered something to him. Tamaki's eyes looked over to Haruhi who looked back at him, but he wouldn't really know it. A brief exchange of words between them and then Tamaki was bidding the girls an apology and a goodbye.
Once they were all gone, all the Hosts were standing in front of Haruhi. She was sizing them up and couldn't help but look at Honey the longest, Wow, she wasn't kidding, he really is small…
"So, may I ask your name?" Kyoya asked.
Haruhi sighed and reached in her coat, grabbing her badge, she held it out to them, "Special Protection Agent, Fujioka Haruhi."
"Special Protection Agent?" Tamaki asked her confused.
"Yes, I am assigned to you six. I'm to protect you from the Takano Industries."
Kyoya thought for a moment, "Takano Industries? They're a business partner to all of our families."
Haruhi nodded, "I'm aware of this, Ohtori-san."
"Then why do we need to be protected from them?" the twins asked confused.
"Because they want you all to marry their daughters or they want you dead," Haruhi answered simply.
Tamaki and the twins' jaws dropped. Honey bounced up and down, "Excuse me, Haru-chan?"
"Yes, Haninozuka-san?"
"Um, why can't Takashi and I protect us?"
"Because you two aren't capable enough."
Honey pouted, "But...But…"
"Excuse me, Miss Fujioka, I'm not sure if you are aware but these two are Haninozuka Mitsukuni and Morinozuka Takashi-"
"The best martial artists in Japan, I'm well aware Ohtori-san," Haruhi cut Kyoya off.
"Then why can't they protect all of us? Why aren't they capable?" Tamaki asked in a very confused tone.
"Because they're only trained with hand to hand combat minus a few minor weapons. They'll also be too distracted. Someone needs to be guarding you at all times, this someone will be me."
"What makes you so special?" Hikaru asked.
"I am the best SPA in my agency and I have a lot of practice with firearms and long distance weapons. I'm a very agile agent and will be able to stop any sort of attack or approach the Takano Industries plan on making against you."
"What about the rest of our families?"
"They're being watched by other agents, they are only minor victims in this case. You six are the real targets."
The boys nodded slowly, kind of understanding what was happening. Haruhi watched them as they all seemed to be absorbing the info.
"Miss Fujioka, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" Kyoya asked, realizing how small and young she actually looked.
Haruhi sighed deeply and removed her shades, revealing her large brown eyes, "I, Ohtori-san, am fifteen."
"And you work as an SPA?"
"Yes, I do. Is there a problem, Ohtori-san?"
Kyoya looked her up and down for minute and then shook his head, "No."
Haruhi nodded and looked at the others, biting the inside of her cheek. They were all so quiet. That ended as soon as the Hitachiin twins slid up next to her, leaning on her shoulders.
"Say, Kaoru, she's actually kind of cute," Hikaru said.
"I agree, Hikaru. We just need to fix this long hair. Is it supposed to look like a mess?"
Haruhi shoved them both away, "Don't touch me. I'm protecting you, so you don't need to fraternize with me. You can act like I'm not even here," she walked off to a table the was off to the side, sitting down in the chair and watching them half-heartedly. No one was going to try and attack now.
"Harsh," the twins muttered and sat down on their usual couch.
Kyoya watched her, trying to figure out the girl. Haruhi stared right back at him, not going to give him any satisfaction of getting whatever he wanted. She slid her sunglasses back on her face and leaned back. Tamaki watched the two stare at each other before grabbing Kyoya's arm and tugging it.
"Mommy! Can you believe it?! We have a daughter now!"
"Excuse me?" Haruhi asked with her eyebrows rose.
Honey bounded over to her and looked up at her, a cutesy look on his face. Her glance was brought down to him. He had a huge smile on his face.
"Yes, Haninozuka-san?"
"Oh! You can call me Honey, Haru-chan!" Honey said with a bigger grin.
"Okay, Honey-san… Is there anything else?"
He nodded, "Do you like cake?"
"I'm not a fan of sweets," she replied shortly.
Honey's facial expression saddened for a minute and he became chipper again, "Well, do yheou like my bunny Usa-chan?" He whipped out a pink stuffed rabbit.
Haruhi smiled softly, "He's very cute, Ha-I mean-Honey-san."
Honey grinned at her and turned around, running back to Mori. Haruhi watched him dig into the cake that was awaiting him at the table. Her eyes scanned the room and she relaxed slowly. Everything looked safe.
…
A dark door off to the side opened and out came a creepy laugh. A man shrouded in a black cloak came out with his hand in his cloak, holding something. Haruhi jumped up and brought out a handgun and moved in front of him, pointing the gun at him. Her thumb wavered over the safety. She was ready to switch it off and pull the trigger. The Hosts all looked at her alarmed.
"Calm down, Haruhi!" Hikaru and Kaoru both rushed over to her and grabbed the arm holding the gun.
"Do you know this man?" She asked.
The twins nodded, "He's the president of the Black Magic Club, Nekozawa Umehito. He's harmless."
Haruhi sighed and put her gun away, walking back to her chair. Nekozawa looked at the Host Club.
"Who is this~?"
"This is Special Protection Agent Fujioka Haruhi," Tamaki answered, ignoring the usual chills he got from the dark teen.
"So I see you already know you're being targeted then~? Heheehee~ Well then Berezenoff and I will be off~" Nekozawa laughed darkly as he exited the room.
Haruhi watched him leave, "He's a creep."
"But harmless," Kyoya added.
Haruhi sighed and massaged her temples. She had a feeling this wasn't going to be like any other assignment she's had.
-End Chapter 1-
I'm happy people are liking it! I'm excited to write more! :) Well please review with your thoughts and opinions, no flames though please!
~Hita Says Good Bye~