Disclaimer/AN: I don't own OHSHC, or anything from Paramore. M'kay. Here we go…. My first yuri-ish drabble…
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I slipped down the stairs,
tripped over your fragile ego.
I slid the whole way
Right into the web you'd woven.
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Haruhi knew Renge's ego was something that would be fatal to dent, but she knew she had to do it. After all, better to be dead by Renge's hand than those who were upset with her.
Renge was out of control, but that was no difference from the everyday abnormally tat she created. She was intelligent when it came to themes, and simply fantastic on picking places to go out.
Haruhi had to be blunt, but she had to figure out how to either run fast, or comfort quickly. They were two different things, and she wasn't very good at either.
She was sure Renge had no idea about her and Tamaki, but she felt very dishonest and dirty lying about it. It gave her a guilt that outweighed the danger of discovery, she had to tell her, or she was sure it would explode out of her at a far worse time than now.
Renge entered the room, and she pulled her aside, going into the next room, Kyouya already knew what was going on, and simply suggested the others move to the other side of the room, lest they be caught in an explosion.
Five minutes later, Renge burst from the doors, clearly upset, but horrible at hiding it. She ran faster as people began to ask what had happened, bursting out the doors and simply fleeing from everyone and everything, making sure she was all alone before she sat down to rest… and cry.
Haruhi felt horrible for what had happened, but she wasn't ready to leave the darkened room yet. Not ready to face questions, or accusing stares. She simply sat there, taking deep calming breaths as she buried her face in her hands.
AN: This one will be a weird continuation, I wil do two different scenarios. The very next drabble will be NekoRenge, since she was crying and well get that one. The other will come after that and Be a HikaHaru. (Sighs) I hope it'll turn out okay…