~Narrator's P.O.V. ~
The screams of Ouran Academy's female students filled the air, and bright lights illuminated everything in their path from the ceiling. The sound of a basketball being dribbled against a wooden floor resounded before the ball itself was shown. Hikaru was seen, jumping high in the air with the ball in his hand. He shot the ball and successfully made the basket, causing the screams to increase in volume. There were many different girls shown in the front row, all in their yellow school uniforms except for one. A certain blonde was wearing her own attire, the same outfit as described earlier, as she usually did. Her eyes were wide as she watched him make the shot, a small blush glazing her cheeks as she continued to look at them with longing. A whistle was blown and Hikaru was running back to his position, laughing with a fist raised. But soon his laughter stopped as his eyes wandered to his brother, whom he stared at with great concern and worry. Kaoru was on the ground, clutching his knee in pain. People were gathered around him, wondering what was wrong with him.
"Get a stretcher! Take him to the infirmary immediately!" One man ordered before Hikaru pushed through the small crowd that was around him.
"Kaoru?" He knelt down before his younger mirror image. "Kaoru! Kaoru!" He shouted at his town before another man placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You've got to get back in the game, Hikaru! We need you!" He instructed, hoping he would listen.
"Shut up!" Hikaru told him, slapping his hand away in anger.
"Hikaru." Kaoru spoke out, grabbing his brother's attention. "Listen to me. Please don't worry. There's nothing you can do, you can't share my pain." He told Hikaru, raising a hand to put it on the side of his face with care. "You're not the one who got hurt. Now go on." He bluntly said, but struggled to say it nonetheless because of the pain. Tears filled Hikaru's sad eyes as he grabbed the hand on his face in his own.
"I can't! It hurts... It hurts, Kaoru!" He said, closing his eyes, allowing his tears to finally cascade down his cheek.
"Your pain is my pain." Renge started narrating. "It doesn't matter to me if no one else understands. As long as we have each other we can go on living." Then Tamaki was shown, standing in the rain that was drenching his clothes at a steady pace.
"I'm sorry... But I'm envious." He softly spoke to the two twins who were now outside with him. The two looked at him confusedly. "The way the two of you support each other like that..."
"But Suoh-senpai." Hikaru spoke out; his hands still resting on his brother's shoulders.
"How can you be envious of us?" Kaoru asked, the rain pelting his skin. "You're the schools idol!"
"An idol? Right..." Tamaki trailed off, closing his eyes as he spoke. He ran a hand through his hair that covered his right eye and moved it out of the way before he opened them. "I hate that people all worship me for something as superficial as my appearance. I think it'll be much better for me to be alone." He said, clutching his hands to his lower chest as he looked up into the rain.
"One lonely heart meets another; they pass each other, wounding one another. What are the hearts of these young men made of?" Renge said with sadness in her voice as she spoke out again. Loud footsteps then echoed off of the schools floor. Furea was found running through the halls, her sketch book lay abandoned on the floor from when she abruptly stood. She had a cell phone to her ear as she panicked.
"No! I don't care what your reasoning is behind it, call off the raid!" She shouted into the phone as she finally reached the outside. She stood there, panting heavily as she looked around for the others. She heard glass break in the east and she took off in that direction.
"It's too late! They've already reached their destination! They're ready to attack!" A voice screamed on the other end. She cursed under her breath before she closed the phone furiously. She held it tightly in her hand as she picked up speed. The bandana on her arm was starting to hang limp from the water weighing it down. She saw a group of thugs that were about to break into her school.
"Don't you dare!" She called out to them as she came to a halt a few feet from the window they were at; her eyes glaring deadly daggers at them in disgust.
"Oh shit!" A few of them shrieked before they all took off from the scene. She caught her breath before sliding down against the side of the building. Her arms lay limp, one at her side, the other resting on one knee that was propped up. She stared off in the distance and saw Tamaki and the Hitachiin twins outside as well. She sighed at the sight of them, hoping one day she could become close with the two doppelgangers.
"At least, I'm able to protect you two from the chaos..." She trailed off, happy and tired.
"A girl living two lives, just wanting the compassion of others. But her hopes are shot down because of one of her lives. What happens when your two lives cross paths and threatens your desires?" The French otaku resounded against the soft sound of the rain. Then Haruhi was found running in the rain, she came to a stop and leaned against a tree breathlessly.
"You can't run away forever." A brutal sounding Honey-senpai told her. Haruhi turned around, frightened; she slid down against the tree in defeat of having no where else to run. "I'm going to show you what happens to anyone who crosses me."
"Don't do it, Mitsukuni." Mori interjected, looking down at his shorter cousin. "You should have realized by now that whenever you hurt others, you're really just hurting yourself."
"I didn't ask you for any advice. You want me to put you over my knee again?" Honey threatened, his bangs covering his eyes to add to his darker side's appearance.
"Will it be the light of salvation that ultimately awaits these students? Or will it be something else?" Renge had narrated desperately. Then Honey-senpai looked up, having a shadow over take the top half of his face.
"You know, it really pisses me off when people don't know their place." He told Haruhi, looking threatening for as long as he could last; but he ultimately turned back into his Lolita personality. He started weeping in sorry as he latched onto Haruhi. "I'm so sorry, Haru-chan! I can't do this anymore!"
"Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!" Renge raged in, furious by Honey's weakness. Then the entire movie crew was shown. "What's wrong with you?! You have to stick to the script!" She scolded, waving her arms around as she spoke.
"But I can't!" Honey whined.
"Stop rolling, camera man!" She instructed her crew, turning around and pointing at the camera man with a script.
"Yes boss." He replied, giving her a thumb's up to show that he stopped. She then went on to explain everything that she wanted done and why. Hikaru and Kaoru were sitting in chairs, still in the basketball attire, with jackets on to keep them warm from the rain. Kyoya was standing behind them, writing on his clip board as usual. Furea had walked over to them with her clothes still soaked. Her hair was now down and a towel rested on her head but there were still water droplets in her blonde locks. She also unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt to allow the air to dry her clothes faster.
"How'd we go from changing our character to making a movie about them?" Hikaru questioned, utterly confused as he watched her talk.
"And why is there an entire film crew here to shoot it?" Haruhi questioned, holding a towel around her neck.
"Well if one wants to make a movie, then having a film crew would be necessary." Furea stated in a smart assed way.
"Apparently she flew them in from Hollywood. Don't you recognize the director? He directed the vampire move "Millennial Snow". It was the #1 grossing box-office hit in America last year." Kyoya stated in a matter-of-factly tone.
"How the hell did she get a film crew from Hollywood here in such a short amount of time?" Furea questioned, still trying to figure out how it was possible. No one seemed to acknowledge her questioned though.
"And another thing; how come this stupid script portrays Kaoru as the pitcher?" Hikaru questioned, hitting said script with the back of his hand in slight anger.
"Yeah." Kaoru agreed.
"What does that mean?" An oblivious honor student asked.
"Oh Haruhi, you have so much to learn..." Furea sighed, shaking her head a little.
"If you don't know never mind." The twins said in unison, looking away from her with their eyes closed.
"Pitcher?" She questioned again to no one in particular, trying to figure it out.
"Hey Furea, come here for a second." Hikaru called out to her. She looked over confused but came to him nonetheless.
"Hm?" She hummed, looked at him confusedly as she finished drying her hair as much as she could. He stood up and took off his jacket before holding it out to her. She looked at it oddly, not knowing what to do with it, and stopped during a mid ruffle of her hair.
"You really should cover up." He told her, refusing to make eye contact with her; a small pink tinting his cheeks. She tilted her head in confusion. "Water and white shirts sometimes aren't good together." He told her, hinting to the fact that she was wearing a white shirt. She blinked a few times before glancing down at her shirt to realize it was almost completely see through. She started to blush a decent amount to turn her cheeks strawberry red before he wrapped the blue jacket around her arms. She put her limbs through the arm holes and held it shut.
"Thank you, Hikaru." She choked out, trying not to stutter. The oversized coat beginning to slide off one of the shoulders of her tiny frame; it also almost covered her skirt completely.
"Yeah, whatever. " He said, only glancing at her for a few short moments before sitting back down. She nodded to him before following the brunette back to her seat.
~Hikaru's P.O.V. ~
I sighed while closing my eyes, relieved that she was finally covered again. I didn't know how much longer I could've looked at her and remained in control. I opened one eye at hearing Kaoru snicker lightly at my actions. I saw him grinning wildly at me before I clamped my eye back shut with a 'hmph'. I could feel my cheeks heating up more in embarrassment.
"Don't be ashamed, Hikaru." He told me, still smiling widely.
"I have nothing to be ashamed of. Don't be an idiot." I retorted a bit harshly, trying to get him off my case.
"Whatever you say." He waved off, still smiling as he watched them leave. I also looked at them, Haruhi had taken a seat in her chair and Furea stood beside her before Tamaki came up to them.
~Furea's P.O.V. ~
I clutched the jacket closed more as Tamaki ran towards Haruhi and me. I didn't want him or anyone else to see me that exposed anymore since the Physical Exams.
"Haruhi!" He called out, jogging towards us and eventually stopping. Once he stopped, he adjusted his tie a bit. "So how was I? Did you like my performance?" He asked in his usual childish manner. A small blush dusted his cheeks as he awaited an answer from Haruhi.
"It was pretty awesome. I'm surprised you were able to get into your character like that; you were really believable." She admired honestly while handing him his own towel.
"Yeah Tamaki-senpai, you were much better than I expected." I told him, making his ego grow bigger in size. He started drying off his own hair like I had earlier.
"I've discovered a new darker side of myself. I'm starting to think it might be a good idea to explore it." He told us he lowered his hands from his head, leaving the towel still on his cranium. The towel was now being moved against his face to dry his skin.
"Are you sure about that?" Haruhi interjected. "Because I think you're fine just the way you are now, Senpai." She complimented sort of. He just stared at her for a bit before his apparently existing brain comprehended what she said. His face blushed a bit once again in shyness.
"You do?" He questioned, glancing away from her. "Well if you say so, Haruhi." He agreed before playing with his pointer fingers in a shy sense, almost like Hinata would do from Naruto.
"Hey Haruhi you're on!" Renge called out to her. She began walking to where Renge's voice was erupting from, I decided to follow and watch the act she was going to do next. "Over here!" She waved. Once we got over there, she had two male students behind her. They looked confused as to why they were there. I raised an eyebrow as she begun explaining. "These two gentlemen have just agreed to make a special appearance in our film." She informed while gesturing to the two men.
"In your film?" One asked having no idea what she was going on about.
"What're you talking about?" The other interrogated as well.
"After all, we're going to need some tough guys for the big climax." She said and had begun fantasizing once again. It showed all of the characters from UkiDoki Memorial band together to fight off evil. There was a box saying: 'At last, the time for the final confrontation has arrived. There was a greater evil infesting the academy'. "That's when all the club members come together to fight off the real villains at their school. According to the script, these two were from a wealthy family that got their wealth by being a part of the Japanese Mafia!" The two men were shown with various weapons and a more demonic looking appearance with their own box that spelt out: 'Sons of the Japanese Mafia-the brothers, Akutaro and Akujiro!' "Don't you think that's a brilliant casting choice?"
"What's with this girl?!" One exclaimed, standing along side the other both with tears going down their faces.
"Whatever my dad does has nothing to do with me!" The other ferociously said.
"What a minute, Renge!" Haruhi was cut off.
"Just come over here and wait for you cue..." Renge trailed off, dragging one of the protesting males to the side by his arm.
"Hey, you think you can push me around?! You don't even know me!" He said, while shoving Renge back.
"Watch out!" Haruhi had run behind her to break her impact against a wall and various equipments. I went into my instinct mode and dropped the cloth around my body and immediately ran to the two men.
"And what gives you the right to push her around, punk?" I said, gripping the taller male by his tie and pulling on it a bit. He just looked down at me, more pissed of then before.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, shorty?" He questioned before lifting me up by my arm roughly and tossing me to the side like I was nothing. There was a large sound of things falling from both of our impacts. I made very rough contact with the ground on my shoulder and shrieked in pain. My eyes were clenched shut trying to keep stray tears from leaving my eyes.
"Are you okay, Haruhi?" I heard a concerned Renge ask. I opened one eye to look at Haruhi sitting against the wall with a hand to her eye.
"That guy was right, Renge. You can't do that. If you judge people by their appearance, you're stereotyping and you'll never see the person inside." Haruhi lectured, still holding a hand to her eyes.
"Um, I don't understand what you're trying to say." Renge softly told her before Tamaki came running around the corner.
"What happened, Haruhi?" Tamaki asked, as I sat up slightly, holding my shoulder. He looked at the scene before him. He looked at me and saw my facial expression, then looked to Haruhi and saw her look at him with her own tear in her eye. This made him snap into anger as the others ran to join the scene. He ran to one of the guys and grabbed his shirt and shoved him against the wall. "So which one of you jerks started this?" He demanded; he certainly was pissed. I have to admit, I do enjoy seeing this side of Tamaki but I couldn't let him do anything to them.
"T-Tamaki-senpai, it's not what you t-think." I stuttered through my teeth.
"She's right, that girl started it! She was giving us a hard time!" The other quickly defended.
"He's telling the truth, Senpai." Haruhi told him, standing as she still held her eye. "It wasn't their fault." He released the man and looked at Haruhi. "They were provoked." He immediately ran to her aid, leaving the other two to run off in a cowardly manner. She was in the process of rubbing her eye when Tamaki gently held her face. Meanwhile, I hadn't moved as to not injure myself any further.
"Haruhi? Are you in any pain?" He asked, pure concern leaking out of his voice.
"Yeah, it's my contact." She said bluntly. Well at least she wasn't really hurt like I was.
"Your contact?" Tamaki asked, utterly shocked that it was that small thing bothering her.
"Yeah, I guess it must've slipped out." She hypothesized as if it were nothing. This caused him to laugh lightly at her then ruffle his hair.
"I see how it is. You're able to cry without using eye drops!" He announced, seeming to be proud of her. "So you're a full fledged host now!"
"You... You... Please tell me you got that, camera man?" Renge shouted more than questioned while pointing at the man.
"Yes boss!" He responded quickly, doing the same gesture as before.
"Other than Haruhi's contact falling out and Furea being tossed to the sidelines; that was in ideal final scene! Now all it needs is a moving narration by my sweet Kyoya!" She was cut off by the sound of glass breaking. I looked to my left to see glasses man himself; he had his hand to the camera lens which also held a rock.
"Oh, what'd you do to my camera!?" The man questioned, devastated by what just happened. I felt a hand on my arm and I looked over to see Hikaru and Kaoru knelt down by my side. Worry and concerned flooded from their eyes as the eldest twin assisted me in standing.
"We'll have our doctor at home take a look and see if everything's okay." They insisted, I didn't really feel like arguing with them since my joint really did hurt at the moment so I just nodded in agreement. One stood at each of my sides in protection it seemed.
"What? Is something wrong?" Renge asked; she looked like she was a child that was being punished for something unthinkable.
"I'm terribly sorry, but I cannot allow there to be any record of a club member engaging in violence. I think you've caused enough trouble around here, Renge. Please stop being such a pest." Kyoya told her coldly. It seemed like he snapped a little bit. I saw him glance at me from the corner of his eyes before directing his attention back to Renge. He truly looked slightly pissed off by what she had caused. It frightened me just the tiniest amount.
"A pest?" She muttered out before tears started flowing down her cheeks at a steady pace. "But you're supposed to pat me on the head and tell me not to worry! You're supposed to be kind and affectionate, Kyoya!" She looked at him, confused, sad, and angry at what he told her before she crouched down and sobbed more. "Why are you acting so differently now; tell me why?" She pleaded with him, hoping for an answer that she could handle.
"Because that's not the real Kyoya." Tamaki told her, smiling in the slightest. Her eyes opened widely in shock. She stood up straight and looked back at Tamaki and Haruhi before collapsing on the ground. Her hands rested on her knees as she resumed her whimpering.
"Does it really matter?" Haruhi questioned her, kneeling down in front of the weeping girl. I slowly walked up beside Haruhi and got down on my knees before Renge. "Who cares if he's a little different than you expected him to be?"
"So he's not Ichijo Miyabi. What does it matter? Having everything be what you expect it to be is no fun at all." I told her, trying somewhat to comfort her.
"Take a good look at the person inside and get to know them little by little."
"It's a lot more fun that way! And you might discover something that you like more than what you were expecting." We both smiled at her kindly, hoping she'd understand what we were telling her. She stayed silent and looked down a bit, probably registering what we said in her mind. I'd imagine she'd be using the dating sim to tell her in a way she'd comprehend the best; I tend to do that most of the time.
~Several Days Later. Narrator's P.O.V. ~
"Hello ladies, come on in!" Tamaki greeted in his usual kingly manner.
"I bought the video of that film you made!" One said excitedly.
"I bought it too!" Another chimed.
"And so did I!" An eccentric third said. All of the hosts were gathered around a couch; Tamaki in the middle with Furea and Hikaru to his left and Kaoru to his right. Haruhi stood behind Kaoru. Kyoya was in the background writing on his clipboard. Honey was behind Furea with his bunny on his head and Mori behind Hikaru. However, Furea didn't appear to have any form of cast or anything for her shoulder. She seemed to be fine from the accident. They all just looked shocked and confused by what they were being told.
"You did?" Tamaki asked mostly to himself.
"That scene in the rain was just phenomenal!"
"I love the Lonely Prince!"
"And the loving relationship between Hikaru and Kaoru was so sweet!"
"Furea's struggle was so enticing as well!" Various girls were screaming with joy about their thoughts on the movie. Tamaki raised a hand for an answer.
"Kyoya?"
"I may have broken the cameras lens, but the footage that we had all ready shot wasn't damaged. Naturally I did cut out that one violent scene." He told them as he smirked at the financial benefits it held. "Sales have been pretty good so far. That Hollywood film crew did a fantastic job. But then I guess that's to be expected." He informed them while pushing up his spectacles.
"So that's what you meant by interesting?" The twins questioned grimly.
"It's best to have as much money as we can in the clubs budget."
"Leave it to glasses man to be the greedy host." Furea said as she looked back at the dark haired teen, a smirk of her own on her face. "I can't say I didn't expect something like this."
"Good day everyone." Renge said aloud to get everyone's attention.
"Renge? But I thought you had gone back to France all ready?" Tamaki asked in confusion.
"I can't believe I didn't realize this sooner." She completely ignored Tamaki. "How chivalrous of you to risk your life to protect me. I can feel the love when you lectured me about judging people." She said, bringing her intertwined hand to her face. Then she grabbed Haruhi's hand and looked into her eyes. "When you said it was fun to get to know people little by little you were talking about me!" Renge thought which infuriated Tamaki and caused him to start raging in the background.
"Yeah..." Haruhi trailed off, trying to escape the second otaku.
"C'mon, Haruhi! Let's go to my house and play some games together! I think it's time you got to know me better!" Renge requested as she dragged the cross dressing female along with her by the arm. Kyoya, the twins, and Furea were standing on the side watching as she was being dragged away.
"What?!"
"Hey, Kyoya-senpai?" Hikaru started off looking at the older boy to his right.
"You okay with that?" Kaoru finished their question.
"Why wouldn't I be? Everything Renge said is true." He pointed out.
"No it isn't!" Tamaki shouted in rage mode.
"But I thought you were the one that wanted her to have a female friend in the first place?" Kyoya questioned with his fake smile.
"Well yeah, a female companion, not a girlfriend!" He defended waving an arm about.
"Tamaki-senpai's just jealous that he can't play with Haruhi~" She emphasized, hinting towards something else in his nature that he wished to do.
"Looks like the boss is a pervert~" The twins chimed in agreement.
"I am not a pervert!" He defended flustered.
"C'mon Haruhi, let's go play together!" Renge shouted with glee as she ran away from the others; also completely ignoring Tamaki's rejection to their time being spent with one another. The others couldn't help but laugh at Tamaki's idiocy when it came to his dear Haruhi.