Oprah to the Rescue

By:Guiltshow

Disclaimer:I do not own. I do own a fish with skin disease though!

Haruhi just sat on her bed.

This break was suppose to be a break from everyone.

What was she? Dr.Phil, Monty, Oprah?

First, Hunny-senpai, then Mori-senpai, then Tamaki-senpai and now she just was finally recovering from her run in with Kyoya-senpai.

She hated to admit it, but she got something from each of them.

A kiss was given to her by Hunny-senpai.

Ootori was given to her by Mori-senpai.

Some gaudy, yet cute, ring was given to her by Tamaki-senpai.

And some how, she had gotten a sincere smile from Kyoya-senpai.

What was next? Was Kaoru going to call her?

She laughed off the idea. "The possibilities of that are slim to - "

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. (Bananaphone!)

She nearly fell off her bed. "No...don't tell me." She refused to pick up her phone. Well, it wasn't her phone. It was more of the twins phone...but she couldn't! She couldn't answer to those two. She couldn't deal with them and their problems.

Rolling over, she bit her lower lip in contemplation.

Suddenly, there was a large BEEP, and she stared at the phone screen.

'1 Unread Text Message'

Sighing, she clicked the message open and read it with frustration:

hey, haruhi. its kaoru. i needed to talk to you. its about hikaru. i need your help.

The poor girl could just see them both laughing and then running into each others' arms.

'Kaoru, how could you send Haruhi a text message?'


'I'm sorry, my faithful brother. I just wanted you to get jealous.'

'Kaoru, you know I'm always jealous of you, and your abilities.'

'Hikaru...'

'Kaoru...'

"AGH!" She yelped and shook her head. She hung out with them for too long. There wasn't a chance in Hell that she actually just memorized their routines. That was impossible, and slightly unhealthy.

Why should she care about them anyway? It wasn't like they did much for her...frequently. She chewed on the top of her trusty #2, trying to think of the acts of kindness. Well, hanging out with her day after day during class was nice of them, but that still didn't mean they tried to distract her from her studies. She blushed awkwardly thinking about it...

'Haruhi!' They cried in unison. 'Look at the new seating chart, Haruhi!' They grinned as she looked down in shock.

'But...but sensei!' She complained to the teacher, her hands shaking. 'They will distract me.'

'I have complete faith in you, Haruhi. I know you will straighten the boys out.' The kind, oblivious teacher said. He looked back at his computer, and continued the work that was due. As she sulked back to their seats, she sat in between the two.

At first, it seemed okay. They did pay attention for the most part. However, when the teacher left the room for silent study, that was when she felt most uncomfortable. Wouldn't you feel awkward when you are trying to learn about Japanese history and you suddenly feel a leg brush up against yours? Or when you feel someone hands stray to your legs. She tried to concentrate as they moved their hands dangerously south. Their trek from her knees was only the beginning.


And the worst part was, she could see them smirking. Those god damn, rich bastards were smirking as they kept moving upwards.


Then, her teacher came back and all was well. Except she didn't know why Hikaru kept his leg next to hers.

She tried to think rational. She tried to ignore all the times the twins had been there for her. She tried not to feel guilty.

"Just call me Oprah." She sighed, as she grabbed her jacket to leave.

She began to walk and called Kaoru on her phone. He picked up in an awkward cheery voice.

"Hiya Haruhi!" He chirped across the other line.

"Kaoru...what's wrong?" She said, frowning as she looked both ways before crossing the street.

"Ah?" He sounded surprised. "Um...well, can I meet you somewhere?"

Haruhi blinked, not knowing why he wanted see her. "Um. I guess?"

It sounded more of like a confused statement when she saw a flash of strawberry blonde hair. "Kaoru...are you at your house?"

"Yes...you saw him, didn't you. Hikaru...He's keeping a secret from me."

"Why?"

"I...don't know." Haruhi heard a sad sigh through the phone. "I was wondering...if you wouldn't mind seeing where he is going. I can't do it...because I don't know...Its weird. I try to-" His voice was pained as he tried to confess the reason, but she stopped him.

"I'm on it, Kaoru. You will get a report within the hour."

"Haruhi...thank you." Kaoru quietly said. "I am really...worried. He still acts like a little kid. I don't know if anything will happen to him. I'm not use to...being alone."

"Kaoru. You are never alone. You have me. We are friends, after all." She tried desperately to cheer him up. "I will call you as soon as I find out."

They hung up, and she continued to turn down the corner, following that wisp of color. She looked around, as he headed into a building. She paused...this definitely what she expected.

She was afraid he was going to a strip club or a crack house...but this just amazed her.

She stepped in, suddenly feeling that it was a mistake now.

"My dear mother in heaven..." She gasped.

A/N-My horrible attempt for a cliffhanger.

I can't see Kaoru having a relationship with Haruhi, unless it was a package deal.

I hope it wasn't too ooc. It was sorta like a filler. Gah. I hate them. Hopefully this wasn't a useless chapter, and some of you enjoyed it.

I'm very, very, very grateful for the reviews and the hits(2300+); I vow never to ask for a certain amount of reviews for an update. I just get so excited to see you guys enjoy my fanfics.

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