I know that y'all curious as to how Haruhi still manages her lawyer position (of course with the members tinkering, cough Kyouya cough) this chapter answers that question. BTW it seems that there's a little "malfunction" as I accidentally sent my story as 'updated' but not really…sorry! I was editing and doing some stuff and sending them back in and then I realized chap. 10 wasn't beta'd then, POOF! I was like, oh shit…er, my bad?
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Beta'd by: Javchan (thank you! xonliimex, don't worry ur still my beta...well the 2 of you are...that is if you don't mind...)
no body no physical body: it's okay m'love meron din akung telephone konection noon, pero ngayon we got cable! high-speed yeah! and yesh although i have one qquestion ako ay ilocana, but you said ur ilokano...does that mean that ur a boy? O.o i miss yah so muches lol (P.S. i believe our acts for being hitachiin-sister rivals are 'overdue' -.- lol)
Water Falls: Ties With the Devil
The ceilings were…nice, polished, marbled with little dusty colored golds and silvers glittering in the dome-like enclosed ceilings of her room. The silk sheets felt cool in her skin. The bed was like a cloud of heaven, soft yet firm. Her pillows were feathered down and fluffy, piling up over her head and around her. The room was warm, and it had an automatic interchanging temperature suited for the person's taste.
It was perfect.
It was warm.
It was Saturday.
But something was nagging in the back of Haruhi's mind.
'Saturday…Friday…Friday?'"Damn it!"
Haruhi uncharacteristically cursed, as she flung the warm sheets off of her.
Friday in American time…was her murder case on Smith's profile (her client). And she had taken leave for a week. A. Week. Only.
It was nine o'clock in the morning and she'd be damned if…
"My daughter!" Tamaki rushed into her room arms wide for—
"Move. I have no time for your squabbles." Haruhi brushed past him to her closet, packing up her bags hastily.
Tamaki sobbed in his corner, rocking back and forth. His daughter told him to 'move,' MOVE! And she ignored him, IGNORED! The twins came into the room, watching their 'toy' packing her bags.
"Ne? Where are you going?" Hikaru queried, poking Haruhi's stuff with a hanger, snorting at her fashion for clothes. They were all 'dull' colored and not branded at all. Kaoru nodded his head as he 'mentally' agreed with his twin with her choice of clothing.
"Home. I have a case." Haruhi's voice was muffled as she dug deeper through her closet, as if saying that she was going home thousands of miles for her job was a common thing to do…for someone without much money. And like hell she can, but it did not go unnoticed by Tamaki.
"Home!!? My daughter cannot go home!! This is her home! I'm your father!"
"No you're not."
"But-but-but—"
"Hey, you forgot this one." Kaoru supplied as he picked up a black lacy bra. Haruhi turned to him and glared.
"What are you doing helping my daughter leave!?" Tamaki pushed the twins out of his way and hovered near his 'daughter.'
"And this one too." Hikaru handed her a gold-laced baby doll that had a split on both sides. She glared at the 'not-supposed-to-be-on-her-baggage-outfit' before she snatched it out of Hikaru's who was slightly tinged with pink.
Damn her roommates, and damn her father.
"This one is—"
Haruhi turned to Tamaki who had his eyes wide and had innocently mistook a red 'thing' as a hand-string…but he was very wrong.
The thong that could barely cover any private part of her body, except for the beaded things in front, dangled from Tamaki's fingertips as the twins blinked, Haruhi's mouth gaped at the object never seeing it before in her entire lifetime...nor her closet or her drawer.
'Father…you'll be reunited with mother sooner than you think…' Haruhi thought darkly as she snatched the 'stringy object' from Tamaki's lax hands as she stood up and chucked it at the nearest garbage can.
She knew letting her father and 'friends' to pack her bags didn't come without a price.
Haruhi turned back on her task, pointedly ignoring the shock males at Haruhi's atypical behavior…and that thong.
The boys shook their head. Willing the image of such in the deepest, darkest corners of their mind, (read: for better illustration suited for their own time.)
Packing the last of her stuff, Haruhi silently wondered why the boys were abnormally quiet.
Perverts.
Fortunately, she knew how to get their minds of such.
"They were my father's. Must've misplaced it on my luggage." Haruhi nonchalantly 'supplied' and stood up, duffel bag over her shoulders as Tamaki and the twins snapped out of their fantasy and choked in their disgust. The image was horrifyingly placed with Haruhi's cross-dressing father in that- that-that…th-th-thing.
Sometimes, Haruhi loved her ability to lie with a straight face…but it doesn't mean she "overly" likes it. At times, it was necessary, and being a lawyer had helped her hone that skill.
Satisfied at their 'preoccupied thoughts,' Haruhi brushed past them as she adjusted the straps of her bag until she came in contact with a solid wall. Blinking, Haruhi frowned at the black clad wall, and came face to face with the Shadow King with a clean swept face and onyx eyes peering through cryptic glasses.
Unknowingly, Haruhi sighed, Kyouya's look was enough question to where she's going. "I have a case today, I'm leaving."
"Where to?" Kyouya's brow raised in curiosity.
"America." Haruhi dulled her tone as if to say 'duh.'
"Mother!! Tell her she can't go!! My lovely daughter will be prey to those pigsty American idiots! Oh! It pains me that she is nothing but a slave in their every beck and call!!" Tamaki dramatized, with a hand on his forehead as he clutched Haruhi's shoulders.
'I'm more of a slave here than being a lawyer…'The twins wrapped themselves around her waist as they stuck their faces closely to her. Their actions speaking for their unwillingness to let Haruhi go…and also just for a bonus, to annoy her.
"You are aware that no matter, you are still going to miss your case."
"It's a three day hearing."
Kyouya's brow shot from his bangs staring at her with a mocking tone. "And pray tell how are you to buy your plane ticket?"
"Well my flight is supposedly—"
"You mean this?"
Kaoru fished out from his pocket, and placed in front of her faced as Hikaru fingered its edges. Haruhi scanned her plane ticket and silently cursed that she was two days late. The Host Club made a damn good job distracting her. Simultaneously, both twins pulled the ticket apart, leaving it shredded in half.
Tamaki quickly hugged Haruhi to his chest and cried silent tears. "For a moment in my lifetime I had a dream! A horrible dream that my daughter had been ripped away from my grasps into the hands of evil, never to come back agai—"
"I can still go." Haruhi stubbornly added, eyes hardening in resolve as she re-adjusted her duffle bag, freezing Tamaki at her decision.
"Ne? where's Haru-chan going?" Hunny bounded in the room as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his left hand was dragging usa-chan. Mori waltzed in the room with a hazy look from sleep, but it quickly cleared as he eyed the only female member of the club seemingly determined to leave.
Haruhi turned neutral caramel orbs to Hunny and smiled. "I'm going home for a while, I have a case." As if that explained everything, hopping on a plane at 10:00 o'clock in the morning without any proper reservations.
Hunny cocked his head bemusedly, as he clutched usa-chan to his chest. "In your 'jammies?"
Everyone's eyes veered on Haruhi's current attire of a wrinkled yellow long sleeve shirt with cranes on it and gray sweatpants. Her hair was a tangled mess, but it didn't stop the word 'endearing' passing through everyone's thoughts.
'Oh…the clothes…riiiight.'
The twins leapt off her as if they were diseased. "You're a walking fashion disaster!" Kaoru snipped.
"More like, a sleeping fashion catastrophe!! I don't think they'd let you in the airport like that, would they?" Hikaru snorted arrogantly.
"Don't you dare talk down on my daughter like she was from a piece of filth! She is already esteemed to higher society!" Tamaki glared at the twins and hugged Haruhi. "My daughter is very cute in such an attire!!"
Haruhi toned out the bickering around her as she turned bored caramel orbs at, dare she say it, savior, of her current, ahem—plane ticket dilemma.
"Kyouya-senpai,"
Kyouya pinned Haruhi with imperturbable onyx eyes. He knew that look, and he knew exactly what to do—but of course, for his amusement, he acted like he knew nothing.
Haruhi was sure Kyouya can read minds. 'Why the hell isn't he doing it now? Do I need to repeat it to myself?' Haruhi frowned as the Shadow King stared back at her.
She waited.
He anticipated.
Haruhi repeated her silent 'telepathic' vow.
Kyouya looked as 'innocently' as possible (if that was possible).
It was a war between silent prides. And Haruhi was losing it.
"Kyouya-senpai," it was the last straw, Haruhi gave her telepathic request with a prayer.
Stared. Bored. Nothing.
Haruhi heaved a sigh, "Is it possible to ha—"
"You may not leave." Kyouya finished, although he knew that she didn't asked for that, since she already made it perfectly clear that she's going back, wholly ignoring her pleas…er…fees.
Haruhi clenched her hands around the strap of her bag. "I have to."
Kyouya cocked his head. "What's stopping you?"
Haruhi silently blew off her steam. The Shadow King was circling her in and out, testing her limits. 'Damn rich bastards…'
"Very well then, I'll—"
"Go to the Carnival!!!!"
"Ne! A carnival! That would be so fun! Ne Mori?" Hunny jumped up and down, the twins grinned and nodded in agreement, Tamaki—was doing his perfect impersonation as a king, stroking his chin in silent acquiescence.
Haruhi scratched her head, 'What just happened?'
"A carnival?"
"The carnival my daughter!" Tamaki caught Haruhi's shoulders and whirled her around the windows, emphasizing his declaration with a furnish of gestures and finished off with a far away look. "The carnival where commoner people squander their time in obvious delight! We shall all go see this spectacular event! And you, my dearest, youngest, most beautiful daughter, shall be—our guide!!" Haruhi squinted to where he was pointing at, and crossed her eyes in irritation at the huge billboard outside with a girl wearing a scandalously short nanny skirt petting a goat, and behind her were roller coasters and pony rides.
'Great…My profession had been degraded into a tour guide.'
The twins wrapped their arms around her shoulders babbling on about the different places they could go. "Ne? I think we could also dress you up with that nanny suit!" Kaoru offered.
"Yeah! I believe we have a stock for—"
"No."
"Kyah! Haru-chan and I are going to ride the Ferris wheel! Right Mori?" Hunny exclaimed as Mori nodded in assent.
"What? But, wait, I—"
"Haruhi-chan and I shall go in on the kissing booth." The twins chorused slinging both arms around her shoulders.
Tamaki shrieked his disagreement and pried the twins from Haruhi. "You cannot! Brothers and sisters don't kiss! You are defiling the code of this family, you evil—"
"Then why are you keeping Haruhi to yourself? Are you gonna kiss her too, 'the father'? That's lower than a brother kissing her. Incest. How degrading." Hikaru quipped.
Silence. What a hypocritical statement.
"Ne! I'd like to kiss Haru-chan too! Like this!" Hunny gave Haruhi a quick peck on her right cheek as he giggled and kissed usa-chan.
The other member's jaws dropped, Haruhi touched her cheek with a confused look.
"Hey! I'd like to kiss Haruhi too!" Kaoru claimed and pecked her right cheek a warm red line spreading over his cheeks.
"Nyahh!!!! That's not right!" Tamaki wailed, "Mother! Make them stop! They are raping our youngest daughter! By our own children! This is horrible!"
"My turn!" Hikaru squealed as he cupped Haruhi's face, cheeks as red as his hair and gave Haruhi a small kiss in her temple.
Tamaki was long past out on the floor.
Haruhi shrugged them off and pinned the twins with a glare, who were sporting innocent grins. They were distracting her. Haruhi turned to the door and clutched her bag tightly and—
"My daughter!" Tamaki plucked himself off the floor as he barricaded the door with his slender arm and took Haruhi's left shoulder. "Please don't leave." If Tamaki's irritating persistence was a pain, his puppy-dog look was a plus, but it serves to irritate Haruhi more than his persistence or wailings-combined.
"Ne? Haru-chan, please don't leave." Hunny tripled the gesture as he scuffed his foot on the carpet with his usa-chan clasped behind his back as he bowed his head. Mori stood by his cousin as he gave Haruhi an intense look that was akin to something pleading. The twins grinned behind her back, Kyouya adjusted his glasses.
Her resolve was breaking apart. But her duty as a lawyer was at stake here, Haruhi looked down on her bag and shook her head, clearing her thoughts as she gripped her bag tightly. She really had to—
"Yay! We're going!"
"Huh?"
"My daughter agreed! Come! Come!"
"Wait a minute, I have to go home—I can't—I"
"That is already taken care of." Kyouya interjected, after shutting his phone. (Presumably ordering his minions to 'execute' Haruhi's case.)
"Eh? But—"
"Let's go!!" The twins screamed over her ear, shoving her to the bathroom with their 'especially picked out' clothes, and locking the bathroom, threatening her to suit up in less than fifteen minutes before they grab her out.
Kyouya inwardly smiled.
Those billboards were a good idea. Maybe he should put it next to Tamaki's window next time. 'Hmmm…a projector perhaps…'
On the other side of the bathroom Haruhi slumped on the floor and glared at her clothes pondering over the ever famous line:
'What just happened?'
She hadn't been in one of these events for…well, since…she couldn't remember. It was already enough that they came in the carnival with 'an entrance' considering three limos and 'security' going around in front of them in motorcycles.
It's like English monarchy or Princess Diana…except this people were just plain rich.
'Rich bastards.'
Really, Haruhi was a very patient girl, although right now—that patience was loosely slackening. The twins had dressed her into low riding jeans and a halter-top with a dangerous cleavage, (Haruhi: like hell!) And so she 'replaced' (cough threw cough) the top, and geared up with her own yellow tank top, and put her black, baggy North Face over it.
The twins were displeased, but Haruhi shot them a glare. A glare that was unusually deadly for their little 'toy.' Then, there was the issue in which limo she'd ride into. It was chaotic for the fact that they were all going the same way…and that at least one limo was enough to take them all.
Finally, she got a ride with Kyouya and Tamaki (she reckoned because it was Kyouya's threat that was quite 'belying:') "We could argue of this all day, and maybe while you're at it, I think it best to let Haruhi leave for America. After all, it is a Saturday."
Haruhi felt an elation of hope.
The twins paled and (harshly) shoved Haruhi down Kyouya and Tamaki's limo as they quickly ran over theirs; Hunny gave a pout but ascended on his limo followed by his cousin, Tamaki clapped for joy.
"Oh I love you mother!" Tamaki was about to jump-hug Kyouya, but the Shadow King effectively stopped the unwanted affection.
"Or maybe you opted to escort Haruhi to the airport."
Tamaki detoured his hug to Haruhi.
'Throw your burden on me would you?' Haruhi gave Kyouya an irritated side glare.
Annnd sooo…
"Ohhh!! Let's go over there! Or there! Ohhh and there!" Hunny bounced around cutely, pointing at the different rides and food stands scattered around the spacious festivity. People were looking at them with awed faces, whispering to themselves. Her companions were all males, males from a certain rich family, and males that were better off being models. (In fact they probably were, given that their pictures are all over business magazines and some fan girls' lockers.)
Hunny was wearing cute cargo shorts in military camouflage color, wallet chain dangling in his right pocket. He was wearing a green t-shirt with a large Lotz9 logo of Marvin the Martian, and black metal-button boots
It was cuteness at its prime.
"My daughter! Look! I got you this tuff of fluff! And it's pink!" Tamaki exclaimed as the other member's hovered around the 'tuff of fluff.'
"It is dyed pink. Hmmm…unusual." Kyouya commented.
"Nyah! It's sticky, but it's good!" Hunny sucked on his finger as Mori watched his cousin warily.
"Ugh…my chefs could make a better than this—weird aftertaste."
"Hey! It melted in my mouth!"
"Remove your crummy fingers from my daughter's gatêau à la rose!"
"This is not cake, tono."
"It isn't?"
"Cake? Ne? Ne? Ne? Tama-chan, where'd you bought it?"
"It seems that it is highly favorable for the commoners."
"Ah."
Haruhi was trying hard not to slap her forehead, people were gawking, murmuring, giggling. 'God…this is like a fieldtrip…except that they're worse than children.'
"It's called cotton candy."
"Candy?" Hunny's eyes widened.
"So, this cot-on-dandy is the commoners' taste of candies? My daughter must like them!" Tamaki thrust the cotton candy on Haruhi's face.
"Mou…Is there anything other than that?" the twins sighed, sidling over Haruhi with an arm on both shoulders. It was a great contrast to see both twins wearing something that were not identical. Kaoru was wearing a red puffy vest over a black tank top showing of his toned biceps and sporting low ride pants. Hikaru wore a casual white polo t-shirt with three buttons undone and low down jean shorts.
They were a definitely plus with the giggling and blushing girls in the carnival.
"It's a carnival." Haruhi intoned, "It's bound to have the most un-healthiest foods around."
"Any other gourmet by chance?" Kyouya eyed the stands with disgusts while completely ignoring the admiring stares and winks thrown his way by a few—er, many girls. He flicked an imaginary lint from his long sleeved all buttons down polo as he stared past them, fingering his cellphone and wallet from his black jeans. (In doubt because of...past mishaps.)
Haruhi shook her head 'no.'
"No worries my daughter! We can just dine later on. Although, if you're hungry just tell me, or if this foods are not suited to your taste," Tamaki cupped her chin. "You can always have me."
"I'd rather have raw coffee beans." Haruhi shrugged him off, as Tamaki opted for a pout, since his 'Wall of Gloom' was not accessible. Although it was certainly for fact that he caught quite many eyes as well, even though he's not acting as 'strange' as he should be in a public place. He donned on a dark blue sleeve shirt and causal khaki pants, his hair was swept back and dressed more for a 'sweet date,' the kind where mothers' feel like going on a date with instead of their daughters'.
"Haruhi." The most reserved of the member called after her. Mori stood amongst them in a leather coat and black pants as girls passed them fainting or giggling in their way. He silently gestured for the 'healthy' sweet stands in the corner that consists of ice creams, crepes, chocolates, etc…no doubt, something to appease his cousin with.
"Nyahh!! Sweets!! Let's go get one Haru-chan!" Hunny firmly gripped Haruhi hands and proceeded to drag her in the sweet booths, the others following curiously.
"Eh? but—"
Screaming was heard from the distance as all members' stopped their journey to the sweets as all eyes swerved upon…
'Mother in heaven…'
There, stood the most gigantic, swirliest, craziest, death dropping- one hell of a ride. And it only took one, one child to get them riled up.
"Mommy I wanna go on that!"
"Oh, Taro, that is too big and scary. You wouldn't want to ride in on that. Besides, you're going to throw up all your food." The mother admonished as they passed by the seemingly entranced group of boys…and one silently praying, young lady.
"Twist-ed Roll-er-coast-er." Hunny squinted his eyes as the huge hunk of machine carried twenty or so screaming people in the little compartment. "Ne! That looks like fun!" Hunny beamed, the twins grinned as they slung their arms across an expressionless Haruhi …
Tamaki was…
(Commencing 'Theater' Sequence)
"Oh Tamaki-kun! I'm so scared! Please hold me!" A terrified Haruhi clung frantically to Tamaki's sleeve as she buried her face on his neck.
"Yes my lovely Haru-chan! I will protect you from this rickety journey of this hapless machine." Tamaki welcomed Haruhi's embrace, tilting her head to assure his protection over her.
"Oh! Tamaki-kun, hold me tighter, I want to—"
—
"Tamaki-senpai,"
"Tono!"
Two fingers snapping shattered Tamaki out of his 'reverie.'
"What?"
"Ne? What were you thinking, Your Majesty?" the twins drawled, circling Tamaki with nefarious intent.
"Nothing!" Tamaki defended, and quickly made an escape route latching himself to Haruhi. "My daughter! I shall protect you from this piece of horrifying machine!"
"It's just a roller coaster." Haruhi silently mumbled. She'd been in worse rides having most of her spring and summer breaks spent in Orlando, Florida, or Disney in California—since she never liked the 'beach' during spring breaks. She went once—and only once…she had never seen her friends act so insane.
Shaking her head out of her morbeer—er, morbid thoughts, Haruhi was—
"Ne! Let's go ride on that one!"
"Yeah! Haruhi's going to ride with us!!!" the twins declared in sync.
"You cannot protect my daughter as better as I do! Unhand her to me this instant!"
"Well, you can't protect her as good as we do because we could have her securely between us."
"That is not possible! My daughter will be safer in my arms! And the two of you are going to jeopardize her life! What if she get squish?! Suffocate—"
"Ne Haru-chan! You're sitting with me aren't you?" Hunny intercepted, taking Haruhi's hands as he peered at her with watered down irises.
'Better that these three.' "Yes."
"Yay!!!"
The twins pouted and leaned onto Haruhi with fake sobs and whining, Tamaki, not able to take the pressure of his depression quickly turned to his invincible 'Wall of Gloom,' (which was situated near an ice-cream stand) and began his new form of calligraphic swirls.
Haruhi sighed and turned her eyes at the two silent spectators. "Are you two coming?"
Kyouya gave her a deadpanned stare, a disgusted 'As if…' clearly etched on his features. Fortunately he opted to be more polite, "No. I will see what these commoners' cuisine can offer."
Also blindly translated to: 'I'll put up with 'eating' commoner food, just to see you ride the coaster with them…(insert: inward grin). And the profits I might make…'
"I see." Haruhi returned equally blanked.
Mori nodded her way, but not before giving her a concerned glance from his cousin to Haruhi and then he set off with Kyouya to one of the ice cream booths.
"Ne! Let's go!"
The twins perked up as Tamaki unfolded himself from his wall of gloom. "To the coaster!!"
'To my dying day.'
And thus the five members of the Host Club commenced upon a new journey. A journey that left one in desolation, and others in pure ignorant bliss.
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Anyways…again another crazy chapter…grrr!! I want this to at least be a bit dramatic, but it keeps slipping to lots of humor! Damn it! please, If any of you guys have any suggestions to make a few scenes 'dramatic…' by all means, your suggestions would be very appreciated, although no promises that I could use it if it doesn't go to my plot.
Ahem, for CAQ'S:
All of you guys wanted a scene with Haruhi's friends and father, but please be patient. Time is everything and plots are the key, WATER FALLS IS NOT GOING TO BE A SHORT 'STORY' and I plan to go on slowly, but deliberately and everything will come into play :3 :3 I hope that clears up everything, anyways, hope you guys enjoyed ch. 10!
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