DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB OR IM ALIVE BY BECCA.
ALSO I SHOULD POINT OUT THE ANGST AHEAD.
As Kyoya's younger sister, I'm pressured by my father to do something productive with my life. And I will. But we each have a different definition of the word 'productive'. For me it is becoming a writer, publish books, live somewhere quiet, and be happy. For my father it is become rich, powerful and influential, live in a big house, get a good job, and most of all do not let him down. Such a difference.
I help Kyoya out at the host club, that most of all gets on my fathers nerves. He doesn't like them, especially Tamaki. Too bad, though, because I have had a crush on him since I first met him. Kyoya says he likes me too, so today I'm going to tell him how I feel.
I walked into the third music room and stopped dead in my tracks. Tamaki had his arms wrapped around Haruhi Fujioka! Greeaatt! Sarcasm noted. Let me tell you I scadadled my butt out of there.
My pride would kill me for weeks if they saw my tears. Maybe I had more Ootori in me than I thought.
A few days later, I thought to my self 'I suppose if I can't have the best, there is the second best.' That would be Hikaru Hitachiin. We have been good friends for ages but lately, my thoughts about him have changed, maybe I had started to like him-like him. One way to tell. Once again entering the third music room, what did I see? But Miss Haruhi Fujioka herself, wrapped around Boyfriend Material #2.
Dang it Haruhi!
I left and sighed. Maybe I'll just grow old alone and have a lot of cats...
...I can't love without a fight...
She is definitely an Ootori. Sorry it kind of sucks. It was just a drabble I had lying around and hey, what do I have to lose by putting it up? Nothing. Thanks for reading!