Disclaimer: Ouran was not made by me. I don't even know any Japanese, so there.
Haruhi sat on a chair in the school library, because it was the end of the day they had the entire place to themselves. Haruhi had also refused to go to the nurse. If the school found out that it was Hikaru who had hurt her he might get suspended or worse. She may be mad with him but he was still her friend (in her opinion anyway) and she didn't want him to get into trouble.
Her cheek throbbed but she had had worse injuries. It was Takashi who seemed to be worried.
'I'm fine,' Haruhi assured him when he gave her a troubled look for the fifth time. He just looked away again and said nothing. It was starting to get annoying.
'Look, Takashi. I'm fine. What are you looking so upset for?' she just wanted him to tell her what was on him mind. Takashi replied my crouching in front of her clutching her blazer with his head bent downwards, almost like he was pleading.
'I'm sorry,' he whispered,' I was too slow, I didn't protect you.'
Haruhi grinned and turned to Huni, who had been standing quietly in the background looking very serious, 'is he always like this with you?'
'Yup! When Takashi can't protect someone it makes him sad,' explained Huni.
Haruhi laughed, ignoring the pain it caused her, then pulled her boyfriend up and hugged him, 'I just felt it was my turn to protect you, you do so much for me,' she whispered in his ear. She felt the tension ebb from his body and he hugged her back. He still didn't understand why now, of all times, she decided to be protective. But that's Haruhi.
'I suppose we all better head home,' said Haruhi, breaking the embrace.
'I'll see you tomorrow, Takashi, Haru-chan. Take care!' the cute blond called as he bounded out of the room.
Haruhi looked into Takashi's eyes, still looking slightly regretful. She decided to set that right. She leant forward and kissed him. When she leant back again she was glad to see now his eyes were normal again, if slightly unfocused. She grabbed his hand, or as much of his hand as she could because it was so much larger than hers. They left the library together and walked in the direction of their homes.
As they were walking in silence, Haruhi suddenly sighed. Takashi gave her a questioning look.
'I suppose I'll have to tell my dad tonight as well. It would be better if he didn't find out from one of the hosts.'
'Ah,' he nodded. He could understand why telling your dad you were pregnant at the age of eighteen and unmarried would be a hard thing to do. Especially to a father as extravagant as Ranka.
It also reminded Takashi he had to tell his parents somehow. He wasn't worried about his mother, she would trust him, probably be delighted at the thought of having a grandchild. His father was an understanding man but there was only so much he could handle especially if it meant that the Morinozuka's reputation was on the line. He didn't want to burden Haruhi with his problem but she knew of his problem already, silently thinking of any way she could help him.
Today Haruhi was not lucky enough to have time to prepare for breaking the news to her father, it was his day off.
Wait out here,' said Haruhi, 'I don't want my dad beating you up with his mascara when I tell him.'
Takashi was reluctant but didn't want a replay of the events from earlier so obediently stood by her front door as she disappeared inside.
'Oh my! Honey, where did you get that bruise?' gasped Ranka, holding his daughter's face gently.
'It was a fight, about something important,' Haruhi explained, desperately trying to work out a good way to tell her over-reactive father she was pregnant.
'So important you got beaten up?' Ranka inspected her face closer poking at the purpling blotch on her cheek lightly.
'It was an accident but there is something I've got to tell you,' she ignored the pain the prodding caused to her face.
Ranka was getting worried, his daughter was always straight forward. It must be something he wasn't going to like.
'I... you... well you're going to be a granddad,' she finally said, not looking her father in the eye, the ceiling was much more interesting.
Ranka knew full well what that meant and froze for a few moments, hoping Haruhi would laugh and tell him it was all a joke. When Haruhi just stood silently he knew it was no joke.
'Who's the father,' he whispered. Even if he already knew, he wanted to be sure.
'Eh? Takashi of course. Who else do you think it could be?' Haruhi blinked confusedly.
'Thank goodness! If it was that insect, he would never see the light of day again,' Ranka breathed a sigh of relief and placed a hand theatrically on his forehead.
Haruhi laughed and hugged her dress-clad father.
'Thank-you,' she whispered.
Ranka squeezed her tight, 'I will always be here for you, baby girl.'
'I should go get Takashi, he's waiting outside. I didn't want you to kill him,'
'I'll try my best,' he sighed.
Haruhi opened the front door grinning.
'Went well?' asked Takashi. Haruhi nodded and hugged him.
'I'd still watch your back if I was you but I think we're ok,' the petite girl replied, 'come inside and warm up, it's the middle of winter.' They went inside and Haruhi started to prepare some tea.
Ranka acted pleasant enough but Takashi could tell the cross dresser was desperate to get his hands around the throat of the man that had impregnated his daughter. Takashi took no offense from the fake smiles that looked more like grimaces or when Ranka shoved a cup of hot tea into Takashi's hands with more force than was needed. He had expected the man to be furious. He treated Tamaki worse than this. Takashi knew the story of how Haruhi's father had found Tamaki on top of his daughter after the king had tripped over a banana peel, one of the many that managed to appear on the floor at the most inconvenient times (we have the Hitachiin brothers to thank for that). It was not the best first impression Tamaki could have made.
There was no conversation as the three drank their tea. Haruhi looked happy though, her father had taken the news rather well which was a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Takashi stared at Haruhi, she looked so pretty when she was happy. Ranka had been giving Takashi the evil eye over his tea cup but his gaze softened when he saw the loving start the young man was giving his daughter. Haruhi was completely oblivious to the stares.
At least I know her loves her, thought Ranka.
She's so beautiful, thought Takashi.
I wonder what I'll make for dinner, thought Haruhi. Not so romantic.
Bad ending I know. Anyone got a better idea? Will write more soon.
