Sorry it's been so long... I'm finally back in a writing mood... Kinda depressed -.- sigh... Oh well... Enjoy... Ps... I will probably be very mean to Haruhi and Hikaru... So you enjoy that. Also... I kinda forgot my story line... So this chapter is uber shaky... Forgive me please.
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Hikaru shifted slightly, coming awake. He was warm. Which was weird, he decided, because usually he slept aggressively and kicked all his blankets off. The only time he ever was still in his sleep was when he managed to sleep next to Haruhi (which happened very rarely, since Haruhi said that it was inappropriate).
The last thought jerked him from sleep, with the word 'Haruhi' ringing in his mind. His eyes snapped open and the first thing he viewed was... Black lace..? The thing he was laying on was warm and fleshy, but Haruhi certainly wouldn't wear a maid's uniform...
Then it all crashed back onto him; Haruhi was dead, he was alone, and now a stupid Haruhi-wannabe maid was invading his territory. That stupid annoying maid that didn't seem to know when to quite and go away...
Then it struck him.
He jerked back, shoving the warm body away from him. He scrambled off the window seat and managed to trip over a trunk that was directly in his line of escape. He tripped and feel head long into the floor.
The maid, who seemed to have fallen asleep as well, was now on her feet, looking groggy and unsure. "Hikaru...?" she muttered, rubbing her eyes.
Stunned, he stayed on the floor, his head throbbing and his legs propped up on the chest he had tripped over. That escape had not exactly gone as he had planned.
The maid looked more awake now and carefully stepped over to where he was sprawled. She crouched and brushed some hair off his forehead. "That was a smooth move, Hikaru."
He scowled at her, anger bubbling in his chest. "I'm not the freaking pervert who does perverted things to people in their sleep!" he forced himself into a sitting position and glared daggers into her brown eyes.
The maid- Torako, was it?- rolled her eyes at him. "I'm not the one who latched onto my waste as soon as I came near."
"It was an unconscious reaction!" he snapped. "Force of habit!"
"Pervert."
Hikaru resisted the urge to strike her. Even though he had complete right to do that, since she was his maid. He was sorely tempted to do so. "You just don't understand!" he snapped. "Why don't you go dust a vase or something maid like and leave me the heck alone!"
The maid rocked back on her heals and looked him directly in the eye.
His heart fluttered and clenched, sending chills down his spine.
"You're acting like a baby."
His heart clenched for different reasons. He jumped to his feet, glaring at her as hard as he could. "You don't even freaking understand! Why don't you just shut the heck up and go about your own business and leave me to mine! You don't understand how much I freaking lost! You don't know how much I lov..." his voice cracked, and he couldn't speak anymore. So he turned and sprinted from the room, slamming the door behind him.
Haruhi closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. Why did Hikaru have to be so stubborn? Why couldn't she kiss him? Why was Tamaki doing this? She wanted to cry (not for the first time, of course). She wanted to hold her poor Hikaru and tell him that it was alright. That she was alive and would never leave him again. She wanted it so badly...
But she couldn't have it. Not with Tamaki running the whole charade. She couldn't have what she wanted.
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Hikaru was losing it. Utterly, undeniably losing it. He was sitting on the bathroom floor, door locked, sobbing. He couldn't help it. He had tried to mask his misery with anger, but it hadn't worked. So now he was just letting it out... He doubted that it would help much, but it was all he could manage to do.
He was sad. And he figured the best thing a person could do when they were sad was cry.
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Haruhi curled up in her bed, heart sick. Hikaru was still in the bathroom, and hadn't spoken to her when she knocked with food, nor had he even ventured an inch out the door. She knew that he wasn't as stupid as to cut himself, but she was still sad that he was sad.
Suddenly, a light ring tone sounded in the air. She flipped over on her side and picked up the cell phone that Tamaki had given her so that he could keep in contact with her (even though she was tempted to 'accidentally' break it).
Closing her eyes tightly, she flipped open the phone and put it to her ear. "Hello...?"
"Hello Haruhi."
She shuddered involuntarily at the malice in the familiar voice. "Yes, Tamaki?" her voice shook, even though she wished that it wouldn't.
"Haruhi. I spoke with Kaoru today."
Haruhi flinched. "Yes. I know that... What... What did he say?"
"He says that all is going according to my plan, of course. He didn't put it in those exact words, but that's how it's going."
"So... Just keep doing what I'm doing?"
"No. I want you to make it worse. The objective is for Hikaru to fall in love with you again, so we can tear it all away."
Haruhi's heart sank. Even if she had wanted to reply, she couldn't. Her throat was tightening.
"Make him fall in love with you. I don't care what you do. Kiss him you get the chance. Touch him. Anything. Just do it."
Haruhi swallowed hard. "And what if I don't...?" she whispered. She didn't even want to imagine the consequences of not following his orders.
Tamaki paused. "Well. For one, I suppose I could kidnap Hikaru and torture him."
Haruhi shuddered. "Ok... I'll do it.. Fine. Just please leave Hikaru alone.." she pleaded.
"Good girl, Haruhi. You're smarter than you look."
There was a pause, and Haruhi almost thought that Tamaki had hung up.
"Oh. And also, you'll be attending Ouran with Hikaru and Kaoru tomorrow. Make sure the Hikaru is there, or I'll have to conjure up some way to punish you."
And the line when dead.
