Hooray for double digits! Finally the 10th chapter :D
Thank you all so much for TWENTY NINE FOLLOWS AND EIGHTEEN FAVOURITES OH MY GOD!! It means a lot to know that people actually want to read the random stuff that my imagination burps out sometimes* XD
Thank you to acrosseverystar for your amazing inspiration and support, thank you Jenny-apocalypse for helping me with ideas and pulling me out of the abyss of writers block on multiple occasions ^_^
I know I'm making a big deal out of just 10 chapters, but I don't care, I'm happy anyways. Lets carry on with this.
Chapter 10: Attack of The Lady Manager! (Part 3)
Kaoru POV
I paused for a moment before using the palm of my hand to push open the rusted metal gate that was only as tall as my waist, same as the rest of the wall.
Looking around me, I suddenly felt extremely doubtful. After what happened earlier with the cookie, would Marcelline even want to see me? Maybe she would have preferred Haruhi finding her instead.
I walked through the graveyard slowly, looking down at the note Haruhi had given me with the directions on where to go.
When you go through the main gate, follow the path straight ahead until you get to the big oak tree in the middle of the graveyard. Then go left and follow that path up the hill to the sakura tree. You should be able to see her from there.
By following the instructions to the second mentioned tree, I glanced around my surroundings to see if I could find her. It was difficult, due to the sakura petals that fell from the tree and glided gracefully through the air to rest successfully on the grass.
Third person POV
He saw her there, lying flat on her back with her head tilted away from him in order to stare at the grave beside her.
He walked over slowly and cautiously, admittedly quite afraid of what mood she was in...hopefully she had calmed down a bit and wouldn't throw anything at him like she had at Renge in the club room.
Upon getting halfway up the hill, he could see that she was holding a smal picture that was clearly very old due to the lines across the middle (horizontal and vertical) where it had been folded. Though from that distance; he couldn't have possibly seen what the picture was of, though there seemed to be at least a few people there.
She was singing to herself softly, and he closed his mouth hurriedly, cutting himself off from the faint 'hello' he was going to mutter to make his presence known.
He couldn't help himself, he loved hearing her sing. It was the kind of voice that gives can give you chills and soothe the soul; therefore he didn't care how creepy he was being right now, just standing there staring at her. Listening contently as she sang.
Bones, still sinking like stones;
All that we fell for.
Us, and where we grew up;
Are memory's that I live for.
Oh, we lived in a beautiful world.
Yeah we did, yeah we did.
Till' you left me alone in this world.
Yeah you did, yeah you did.
Kaoru POV
Me, being a mesmerised idiot, stepped on a twig as I neared the top of the hill.
She jolted in alarm, and...wait...
Is she falling down the-
Oh my god she's falling down the hill.
Her lying position and location had made her small movement enough to send her rolling ungracefully down the hill. Towards me.
I tried dodging, but between laughing cruelly at her clumsiness, and her rolling towards me like a bowling ball, she knocked straight into my legs causing me to lose my balance and go tumbling down after her.
Third person POV
Before long, the two were laughing as they fell. What was once an amusing accident was now childish fun; easy, carefree, childish fun.
When they came to a stop at the bottom of the hill, however, only one set of laughter could be heard for a few moments more. When Kaoru noticed her silence, he calmed himself and sat up, glancing around him for the blonde.
"Marcie? Marcie, where'd you go?" he called out softly.
After another moment of silence, a quiet groan of distress came from a nearby grave a little way away from him. He couldn't help feeling slightly unnerved, like he was in some kind of horror movie.
Nobody likes sing alone/getting separated in a graveyard. It happened to me once...was not fun. Was very creepy. May or may not have cried...
*Ahem*...anyways...
He turned towards the noise and saw her lying face-down beside a gravestone, hair fanned out around her. The crimson light of the setting sun seemed to make her glow faintly.
"Marcie? Hellooo?" He called, crawling over to her. "Are you alright?" He shook her slightly in an attempt to wake her up. He found it kinda odd that he was so worried about her; maybe having her live with him and his family had affected him in more ways than he first expected...
Nah, that's probably not it. Of course he'd be worried, she's his friend! Just his friend...
"I-I'm fine, Kaoru," she called softly, her voice slightly muffled due to being face-down in the grass as she placed a flattened palm at the top of her fore-head while slowly sitting up up. A light hiss left her lips as she did so while her face scrunched up in pain.
The younger Hitachiin sat on his knees in front of the model. "Lemme see." He reached up and gently grabbed her wrist. Once he moved her hand away, a bloody wound could be seen going one or two inches along the line that separated her hair from her forehead. "Marcie! Y-You're bleeding!"
The blonde girl brushed her blood stained hair out of her face before looking at her hand. "So I am." She said, squinting at the crimson stains on her palm as she began to sway a little.
"We better get you back to the school and to the nurse. You're losing a lot of blood." He took both her hands in his own and pulled her up, wrapping one of her arms around his shoulders so that she could lean on him.
Marcelline quietly mumbled random things to him as they slowly made their way back to the main gate and into the Hitachiin's limo.
Kaoru slid in first and took her hands as the chauffeur lifted her in after him. Then as they started driving back to the school, her head began to droop slightly.
"Hey, you gotta try and stay awake, alright?" He told her, slightly panicked as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder to keep her upright.
"I-I-I'll...be o-okay. Just a-a bit of...b-blood." Despite her saying that, her eyes began to close as she started to fall forward.
Kaoru brought her into a hug to stop her from falling off the seat, blushing ever so slightly. "You're not fine. I'm taking you back to the school so we can get help. The hospital is too far away."
She nodded, weakly bringing up an arm to wipe the blood slowly running down her fore-head.
After a couple minutes more of driving, they finally arrived at the school. Kaoru asked the chauffeur to call Hikaru and inform everyone that Marcie had been found and was being taken to the nurses office.
Once there, the nurse gave her painkillers before cleaning and bandaging the wound.
"Try not to make any sudden movements with your head for a while, okay?" she informed the blonde as she finished wrapping the bandages around her head.
However, the injury seemed to have effected Marcelline's logic slightly, as she decided to nod in response to the nurse's advice.
She then quickly hissed in pain and brought a hand up to to her bandaged wound.
The nurse sighed and repeated her statement before shooing the two teens out of the room.
They walked down the hall together back to the host club, but
Kaoru stopped upon hearing the blonde sniffle.
He turned just in time to catch her quickly wiping a tear away as she avoided looking at him.
"What's wrong? Does your head still hurt? Should we go back to the-"
"No, I'm okay now, I think. I was just thinking..." she mumbled.
"About...?" He asked, intending for her to finish the sentence.
After a moments silence, she suddenly stopped walking. Her mouth was in a firm line and her eyes held no emotion, but her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion. To sum it up, it seemed like she was unsure what to feel about what ever she'd been thinking about.
"I threw a teacup at Renge." She suddenly said, breaking the silence.
"Y-you did." Kaoru replied slowly, his own expression turning mirthful as he bit the inside of his cheek to try and restrain the laughter that threatened to explode.
"Don't laugh! I feel really bad about it!" Marcie whined, turning to stare at him as guilt and faint
"I know, it's just how you said it so bluntly!" He replied apologetically, though he began to laugh uncontrollably; clutching his stomach and doubling over.
"Seriously, Kaoru! Stop laughing, you'll make me laugh and then I'll feel even worse!" She whined again, though the growing smile on her face betrayed her as she soon began laughing with him as they climbed the stairs to music room 3.
Haruhi practically tackled the poor girl as soon as Kaoru (being a gentlemanly host) opened the door for her.
"Marcie! Thank god! I was so worried, you jerk!" She yelled, wrapping her arms around the blonde's neck in tight hug.
Marcelline lifted her own arms and wrapped them around her friend's waist.
"I know, I'm really sorry." She replied, quietly. Now she was back to feeling guilty.
Haruhi pulled away and then noticed the bandages. "What happened to you?! You didn't try t-"
"No. I didn't. And I don't plan to try ever again. I know I made you worried and I'm truly, honestly sorry; but I promise you I'm never gonna try that again." Marcie spoke sincerely, staring straight into the brunette's eyes with a firm look in her own.
Now it was Haruhi's turn to cry, which allowed the other hosts to panic slightly before she tightened her grip on the blonde and nuzzled her face into the crook of Marcie's neck.
"I'm glad you're okay." She said, sniffling softly.
Marcie smiled, and spoke with a hint of sarcasm though the volume and tone of her voice was still soft and calm. "That's great and all, it if you get snot on my uniform then you'll be the one washing it for me." She teased, and the two girls exchanged a giggle before releasing one another and straightening up.
"Marcie-chan, we're happy you're okay, too!" Honey said, running over and jumping into the girl's arms.
She smiled warmly and thanked him before telling the rest of the hosts that she was sorry for making them worry and for breaking a cup.
Then she handed the lolita to Mori (who patted her head in thanks) before walking cautiously over to where Renge sat on a sofa.
The girl fidgeted nervously, now slightly afraid of the blonde. "Um...Renge-chan. I sincerely apologise for throwing the cup at you. It doesn't matter if I was angry or not, I shouldn't have lashed out like that." She said, awkwardly.
Renge fidgeted again in her seat. "No...I went too far. I shouldn't have gone through your files without permission."
You shouldn't have gone through my files at all, but I'll let that part go since I nearly jacked your face up with a teacup. The model thought to herself. We'll call it even.
After that, there was an awkward silence before Honey called out happily to the nine occupants of the room. "Who's up for some cake?"
Everyone agreed, eager to break the ice. Slowly but surely, it melted on its own and the club was back to its normal, chatty self. "So, what's the next order of buisness, manager?" Tamaki asked, to which she happily replied.
"Well, was thinking we make a movie about your new characters! Of course, I still need to give one to Marcie. It shouldn't be too hard though, since I've already thought of one!" She said happily, all sense of awkwardness and fear fear for said blonde fading away.
"Ooh, yay! What is it?" Marcie asked, though she was still slightly cautious.
"You're Honey's little sister who is Haruhi's only friend and secretly knows about how her brother always bullys him. You try and help Haruhi because you have a deep, unrequited love for him!" She finished triumphantly, causing Haruhi and the twins to turn away in an attempt to hide their laughter.
Tamaki's reaction was exactly the opposite, however. He seemed quite horrified, mumbling about how someone had come to take his precious daughter away and seemed to temporarily forget that Marcie was straight and a female**.
Meanwhile, Marcie herself didn't seem to know how to react. Whether to laugh with her three best friends, give up on humanity, or join in with Tamaki's depressed rant and share his emo-corner. She had always wondered what it was like over there...
Hikaru jumped up above the other players and roughly threw the basket ball through the hoop in an airball shoot with mere seconds to spare before half-time***. He landed expertly on the ground and proceeded to smile and wave at all the cheering fans in the audience.
"Hi-ta-chin! Hi-ta-chiin!" They chanted, clapping on every syllable. Only his last name though, because of course, no one knew which twin had made the shot. Getting it wrong would be embarrassing for them, and surely humiliating for the twin himself.
One of the cheerleaders on the sidelines of the court boldly handed him a towel, daring to make a guess at his name. It was a 50/50 chance she was willing to take if it meant that one of them would notice her.
They barely spoke to anyone other than each other, after all.
"Here, I brought you a towel...K-Kaoru-kun?" She said hesitantly, making the mistake of pausing and stammering as well as choosing the wrong name.
"Thanks, but I'm Hikaru." He replied politely, though his expression remained blank.
"O-oh, I'm sor-!"
"Don't be, it's fine; I'm used to it." The older Hitachiin interrupted the girls desperate attempt at an apology with a solemn look in his eyes.
Just because he was to it; doesn't mean it won't still affect him.
Hikaru was suddenly ripped from his thoughts by a quick, loud whistle and many shouts coming from a small crowd that had formed around a boy curled up on the floor and clutching his knee, face scrunched up in pain beneath a mass of orange hair.
Both features were identical to Hikaru's, and he practically jumped from his chair to push through the crowd and kneel beside the only person in the world who he ever cared about as he was lifted onto a stretcher.
"Kaoru! Kaoru!" He called, placing a pleading hand on his younger brother's shoulder.
A man from the two put a hand on Hikaru's own shoulder, mumbling some insensitive nonsense about having to get on with the game.
It doesn't matter what he said; if it wasn't Kaoru speaking to him then it wasn't relevant, which is why Hikaru slapped the man's hand away angrily. "Shut up! Don't touch me, you don't understand!" The man looked taken aback, and left him alone.
Hikaru would have continued to glare, had it not been for Kaoru weakly reaching up to rest a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Hikaru...listen to me. Please don't worry. There's nothing you can do; you can't share my pain. Now, go on." He pleaded with Hikaru, staring apologetically into his eyes as he did so. Eyebrows furrowed in a mixture of pain from his injury and guilt for making his beloved other half worry so much.
"I-I can't! It hurts!" Hikaru yelled in reply. Kaoru's hand was still resting on Hikaru's shoulder, so the older twin grabbed it in both his own hands, laying his forehead against them as he yelled out.
"It hurts, Kaoru!"
Your pain is my pain. It doesn't matter to me if no one else understands; as long as we have each other, we can go on living!
The Hitachiin brothers then found themselves sitting side-by-side in the school gardens. Rain soaked right through their clothes and onto their skin, summoning goosebumps as a tall, slender figure appeared before them through the mist.
They immediately recognised the figure's blonde hair and violet eyes to belong the the school's most admired student: Tamaki Suoh. He too was completely drenched from standing in the rain, though it was evident he'd been standing there much longer than they had.
He was looking down upon the two brothers, wearing an expression that suggested many hidden emotions. They looked up at him as he walked over to them; unsure of what Ouran's most respected student would want with them, mere 1st years.
"I'm sorry, but I'm envious. The way the two of you support eachother like that..." He told them, causing the twins to raise their eyebrows slightly in surprise.
"But...Suoh-senpai-"
"How could you be envious of us?"
"You're the school's idol!" Their finishing statement seemed to cause the 2nd year to scoff.
"An idol...right. I hate that people all worship me for something as superficial as my appearance. I think it would be much better for me to be alone." He admitted solemnly.
One lonely heart meets another. They pass eachother, wounding one another! What are the hearts of these young men made of?
Kaoru opened his mouth to offer words of comfort, but he was interrupted by the sound of heavy breathing and rustling in the nearby forest.****
The three boys whipped their heads around to see another 1st year. The Hitachiin brothers recognised him as the honour student; Haruhi Fujioka, who was in the same class as them.
The boy had stumbled out from the trees, and looked up in fear; his large, dark eyes were full to the brim with fear, and seemed close to overflowing any second. The gazes of the four boys interlocked for a moment, until the oldest among them realised. If this was Haruhi Fujioka, then Mitskuni Haninozuka wouldn't be far behind.
"I'd keep running if I were you, Fujioka-kun. He won't go easy on you just because you have us as witnesses."
The brunette's eyes widened, as if he had just remembered that he was being chased. He shot one last, pleading look at his classmates, at the school's so-called 'idol'. Nothing.
As he stumbled back to his feet and began running through the forest, he realised he didn't blame those three boys for not helping him. He sure wouldn't have helped them if it was the other way around. And they weren't even the ones being pummelled.
Haruhi couldn't help scoffing to himself as he bolted past many bushes and trees. Three months of endless bullying, tormenting, abuse, teasing and violence; all caused by one small, innocent-looking 3rd year because Haruhi had befriended the boys little sister. They weren't even friends at first, he had merely helped her pick up her books when she dropped them that one time. But now, unintentionally, they had grown a lot closer.
When she wasn't she wasn't around, there was only one other person who had gotten on good enough terms with Mitskuni to reason with him. This boy's name was Takashi Morinozuka; and he would sometimes be there. And sometimes manage to convince the short blonde to let Haruhi go, or at least go easy on him.
There was no way he could run anymore, so instead, Haruhi flopped down on the ground by one of the trees and hoped to god that this would be one of those times.
"You can't run away forever." Came a voice from behind him. That voice. His voice. "I'll show you what happens to anyone that crosses me." If he wasn't absolutely terrified, Haruhi probably would have made some kind of remark. But, his scholarship was for brains, not brawn. And so he kept his mouth shut.
Instead, Haruhi silently thanked the gods for letting the 3rd year's drop-out friend be there.
"Don't do it, Mitskuni. You should have realised by now that when you hurt others, you're really only hurting yourself." Is that it? Just a plea and then some line from a cat poster? Looks like now won't be one of those times after all.
"I didn't ask you for any advice. Want me to you over my knee again?" Too exhausted to run, too late to hide. There was literally nothing Haruhi could do except look at the third years in desperation and horror.
"Ya know...it really pisses me of when people don't know their place." Mitskuni spat out with narrowed eyes. Scratch that; watery-eyes.
"I'm so sorry Haru-chan! I can't do this anymore!" Honey wailed as he leapt into Haruhi's arms for a hug. The bewildered 1st year patted his back reassuringly while Renge yelled in frustration.
"Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut! What's wrong with you!? You gotta stick to the script!" She commanded, waving a rolled-up script around pointing it at Honey.
The small 3rd year clung tighter to Haruhi and continued to cry. "B-but I can't!"
Renge sighed and called for the camera to stop rolling as Marcelline emerged from the trees behind them. She was in the original Ouran girl's uniform since it had been required for the scene she was supposed to have appeared in just a couple of moments ago; but after hearing the club's manager yell, she assumed that something was wrong and left her position to go see for herself. "What happened? Why'd they stop rolling?" She asked Haruhi as Honey leapt from the brunette's arms to Mori's. The two third years then went over to where Renge had summoned them to listen to her lecture.
"Honey broke character and Renge got mad." Haruhi replied, gratefully taking the hand that her friend offered her.
"I see..." Marcelline replied with a smirk as the two girls thanked the extra who gave them a towel and then linked arms as they walked over to their chairs.
Hiakru, Kaoru and Kyoya were already there chatting, and Haruhi handed a towel to Tamaki as he jogged over from his set.
"How'd we go from changing our characters to shooting a movie about them?" Hikaru asked, a script in his hands which he re-read with an expression of distaste.
"And why's there an entire film crew here to shoot it?" Haruhi asked, sweatdropping.
Kyoya spoke up from the group's right side, somehow managing to hold up his laptop as he typed. "Apparently, she flew them in from Hollywood. Don't you recognise the director? He directed the vampire movie called-"
"NO WAY! Isn't he the guy who directed Millenal snow?! I LOVED that movie!" Marcelline interrupted him suddenly, something he clearly wasn't too happy about it.
"Yes. That's him. That movie was the top grossing box-office hit in America last year." Kyoya continued, and anger mark appearing on his forehead.
She saw Haruhi scowl and immediately knew they were both thinking the same thing. These damn rich people.
"And how come this dumb script says Kaoru's the pitcher?" Hikaru complained, gesturing to the script in his his hand.
"Yeah." Kaoru agreed with a nod.
"Pitcher?" Marcie asked, tilting her head to the side.
"What's that?" Haruhi added, mirroring her friend's actions.
"If you don't know, never mind." The twins groaned dismissively.
The girls were about to protest, but Haruhi noticed Tamaki happily jogging over as he called her name. She politely handed him a towel and the trio watched as Tamaki and Haruhi conversed.
Marcie POV
Before long, Renge called Haruhi and I around the corner of the school to do a 'practice run' of the next scene. There, she held two tough-looking guys by the wrist who didn't seem all too happy.
"These two gentlemen have just agreed to make a special appearance in our film!" Renge beamed, gesturing to them.
"In your film?" One echoed in confused irritation, both of them trying to wriggle their wrists out of the grip of the surprisingly strong manager.
"What are you talking about?" The other asked, his voice in the same tone as the first.
"After all, we'll need some tough guys for the big finale! That's when all the club members come together to fight against the ultimate villains at their school. According to the script, these two are from a wealthy family that got their money from being a part of the yakuza; don't you think that's a brilliant casting choice?" Renge explained excitedly.
"Uh...are you sure they agreed? They both seem kinda pissed." I asked, only for my voice to be drowned out by the two guys yelling.
"What's with this girl?" The first guy complained, tugging his arm away from her.
"Whatever my dad does has nothing to do with me!" The second added, yelling loudly in Renge's face; though she didn't seem to care.
Haruhi tried calling her aswell, but the girl ignore her.
"Just come over here and wait for your cue!" Renge chirped.
Then the two guys managed to yank their wrists out of her grip and one yelled before pushing her roughly.
Haruhi suddenly jumped behind her though and smashed right into some spair equipment that as leaning against the wall.
"Haruhi! Are you alright?" Renge asked, finally noticing that Haruhi and I were still there. I however, noticed the tears forming in the corner of my best friends eyes.
This may or may not have aided me to march angrily over to the guy that pushed her and kicked his feet out from underneath him. I also may or may not have grabbed his collar and head butted him when he tried to get up.
Tamaki appeared around the corner and joined me in kicking their asses till Haruhi stopped us both by telling us she was fine.
"But you're crying!" I yelled, close to tears myself. My knuckles were dotted with small cuts and grazes where I had missed the guy's face from where he kept dodging. I still hit him a fair amount of times though...I mean...no I didn't. He was completely unharmed when he and his friend ran away in terror.
He had the nosebleed and black eye before I hit him twice in those areas.
"What? I am?" Haruhi asked, an eyebrow raising in confusion.
"How can you not know if you're crying?" Tamaki asked, his voice slightly louder than normal due to anger at the thought of his precious daughter in tears. She still looked confused before a small lightbulb appeared above her.
"My contact fell, that's probably why." She concluded, proving her statement by gently picking up the contact lenses with her finger and holding it out for us to see.
"..." Tamaki and I blinked once. Twice. "Your...contact?" I mumbled in disbelief, relief and confusion while Tamaki went on about being a full fledged host and being able to cry without eye drops.
"You..." Came a small, uncertain voice from behind me. Oh yeah, Renge's still here...
"You...Please tell me you got that, cameraman!" She yelled, suddenly reverting back to her origional self as she pointed to the cameraman behind us who gave her a thumbs up.
"Other than Haruhi's contact falling out, that was an ideal final scene! All it needs now is a narration by my sweet Kyoya~" She babbled excitedly just as her 'sweet Kyoya' smashed the camera lense with a rock. Pretty bad ass in my opinion.
"Why...? Is something wrong?" She asked slowly with evident hesitance. My eyebrow twitches in irritation and I had the urge to yell 'YES! There are many things wrong!' But Kyoya's...'explanation' was way more fitting.
"I'm terribly sorry, but I cannot allow there to be a record of any club members engaging in violence." He began, sending a not-so-subtle glare in the direction of Tamaki and I who fidgeted and avoided eye contact with the scary tax collector.
"I think you've caused enough trouble around here, Renge. Please stop being such a pest." He concluded by redirecting his gaze to the girl in front of him who looked as if she would burst into a crying mess if you so much as booped her nose.
"A...pest?" Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she began to yell. "But you're supposed to pat me on the head and tell me not to worry! You're suppose to be kind and affectionate, Kyoya! Why are you acting so differently now? Tell me why!" She demanded.
Tamaki took a step or two towards her and smiled kindly. "Because that's not the real Kyoya."
Realisation dawned over Renge's features as her knees buckled to cushion her dramatic fall to the ground as she brought up her hands to hide her sobbing face. Haruhi and I exchanged a quick glance of pity before slowly approaching the girl. Haruhi kneeled down infront of her while I stood behind Renge with a hand on her shoulder.
"Does it really matter?" I asked softly. Renge attempted to pause her sobs as she uncovered her face and turned slightly to look at me through tear-filled brown eyes.
"Who cares if Kyoya is a little different than what you expected? Take a good look at the person inside and get to know him little by little. It's a lot more fun that way!" Haruhi added, tilting he head to the side and showing off one of her many adorable smiles. I swear; Haruhi is some kind of reincarnation of a goddess of cuteness. And we all know how I am with cuteness.
The world always changes around us
but weakness will always remain
Chapter 10 done :D I'm sorry if this chapter wasn't as good in places, but I'm an idiot so I didn't think about how Renge and Marcie would make up and be friends again so...yeah...that bit was kinda crap. Sorry :P
Also, I think I've been spelling Kyoya's name wrong? Can someone please tell me if it's Kyouya or Kyoya because I've seen both in other fanfics and now I'm confused T^T
The next chapter will probably start with the original plot but then it will be non-canon, because I've had an idea that I wanna write down and post before I forget.
And maybe you could leave a review or whatever...I like reading people's reviews n stuff cuz it's nice seeing what you think about the chapter and if there's anything I could improve on or if there's anything you want me to include in the next chapter.
*I am very sorry ^_^"
**I would have said both girls are straight, but I personally think that Haruhi might be bisexual because of the first episode when she kissed *tea-cup fetish* and then said that it was 'just as well'. I'm over here like "HARUHI'S PART OF THE LGBT COMMUNITY TOO!?"
Again, very sorry.
***Look at me, with my knowledge of basket ball and stuff. Yeah. Despite the implications I make about me not having a life, I know a thing or two about basket-ball. Like how if you google 'stuff that makes sense to basket-ball players', you can find useful basket-ball knowledge if you scroll down enough.
****Does anyone know why Ouran has it's own damn forest? Like, I guess I understand that the peeing baby statue is artistic or something but that's just a forest. People could get lost in there and stuff. Ooh, future chapter ideas.