Killing Loneliness
Chapter 3
AN-My, I loved all 6 comments. It makes me want to write more. Thank you so much, everyone.
Well, here is some MorixHaruhi action.
And I do not own any of OHSHC.
Kick. Kick.
Jab. Jab.
Punch. Punch.
Kick. Kick.
Jab. Jab.
Punch. Punch.
For whatever violence Mori had pent up inside of him, it certainly was going away now. He couldn't control himself. Hunny was off on vacation, probably getting ready for puberty to hit, and here he was beating the living pulp out of a tree.
Mori never liked trees.
He kept the vigorous attacks rolling one after the other. He kept counting, but then he would lose count and start over. This happened several times.
He asked himself, why he was doing this and he never got an answer. The only reply he got was the sound of his breath or the birds that seemed to mock him. He silently cursed all living things.
Including himself.
He didn't like feeling this way, and no one would perceive him to be anti-nature. He wasn't, but what he was doing at the moment sure as heck didn't help. He kept at it. He started at around 5 A.M., and continued till he couldn't kill the faltering tree before him.
He lay, shirtless, on the forest floor. His chest heaving as he felt the moist sweat cool his skin to an extent. He tried to wipe away the blood from his forehead.
Note to self: Omit head-butting from daily workouts.
He sighed. Mori sighed and sighed. Which came out like panting...so he panted and panted. He couldn't shake the feeling of his anger he had towards his best friend. He made him feel weak. What he had said was true. His cute, little voice telling him so viciously what he dreaded to hear time and time again. He wanted to kill the pain. He wanted to kill the weakness. He wanted to kill his Loneliness.
Figuratively speaking though. He wouldn't kill anything...except for that tree. He struggled to bring his hand up to tell the tree the he better watch it. He would rue the day...
He just laid there. Hating, loathing everything about him. Talk about clinically depressed.
He knew he was better off than most people. He knew he wasn't a little kid in Africa, who was dying of starvation. He was just...a loser.
"Ah..." was all he could say. That was it. His trademark. His signature saying.
He wondered if a kid in Africa would like a tree.
Note to self: Take a plane and give mutilated tree to a small country in Africa.
"You got lucky..." He sighed, as he tried to get up, only to feel the soft fingers push him back down. His brown eyes went wide as he was flabbergasted. "Haru-Haruhi?" His voice was monotonously rich as he looked at her. He stared at her, and her eyes stared back before she sighed.
"Your parents told me where you were...well. They said you were in the forest...and so I found you." Her glance went down his body and to his feet and hands and then to the tree. "Should I ask?"
Mori, stupefied, shook his head. "No..."
He watched her as she began to bandage up his hands. He looked confused. Why was she here? And where did that First Aid kit come from...
He looked around him and sighed. This wasn't going to be good. It was going to be...awkward.
Yes. He liked Haruhi. No, he wasn't about to confess. He was afraid of the rejection. He looked at her, and so many questions popped into his mind, while his face stayed emotionless. But when her hands moved down his chest, he felt an uncharacteristic blush rise to his cheeks.
She was just checking to see if there were any more injuries on his torso.
Note To Sulfate pelvic thrusts to workout.
He didn't want her to say it. She knew she would and he didn't want to hear it.
"Mori-sempai, about Hunny-sempai..."
Well, she said it.
"Ah..."
"Well, is everything alright between you two?" He was about to let out a lie, but he was stopped. She hadn't finished her question yet. "I saw what happened yesterday..."
The color drained from his face. How embarrassing, to be beat up by a kid who is half your size...your best friend, none-the-less.
"Ah..."
"Well, its just...Hunny-sempai. I'm sure he didn't mean it-" And this time, she stopped, startled at the booming laughter that was emitted from her shirtless friend. When he stopped laughing, he quietly apologized.
"Ah. Sorry Haruhi. But he meant it. And that's okay. It was the blunt, honest truth."
"But-" Again she was caught off, as Mori slowly moved to sit, upright.
"Haruhi. I won't explain myself...or Hunny's actions. Never judge a book by it's cover. Now, come. I want to thank you for being concerned." He began to walk, glancing bac at her and the tree.
She followed, stumbling lightly. He heard an 'oof', and he stared at her. He was taken aback. She was wearing...a dress. He felt a blush rise. He didn't notice it before because he was too busy thinking of what to say, but now, as she brushed off the white dress, she looked...beautiful.
He cleared his throat and picked her up and carried her in one arm.
"Its dangerous out here."
"Ah..." This time it was Haruhi said it. It brought a smile to his face as they continued to walk. "Mori-sempai...I know everything will be alright."
"Thank you, Haruhi." He continued to walk, trying to think about manly things. He was not going to become out of character. No. "Haruhi...I do have one question for you..."
She blinked and smiled at him, leaving him to keep his mantra up. "What is it, Mori-sempai?"
"Do kids in Africa like trees?"
She laughed softly, knowing he was serious. And as they discussed it on the way to his mansion, he kept wondering if his problem to all his flaws was sitting right under his nose.
He looked down at her and she smiled back at his smile.
Maybe...later. When the snow begins to fall...He'll tell her.
But as long as she smiled at him, he knew he wouldn't be alone.
A/N - I tried to make it humourous, yet fluffy. Hopefully, Mori wasn't too out of character. But because he never talks, you can only guess at what is going on in his head. Love him to death.
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