Yeah... editing two chapters in one day is harder than it seems... oh yeah... did I say this already?
I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB.
"Uh, um..." was all Harry managed to say. He was still on top of Haruhi, and Ranka had just seen them making out on the ground.
"Haruhi...get back in the apartment..." Ranka-san growled. Haruhi had a scared look on her face. She slowly got out of Harry's grip and made her way towards the door she picked up her shoes, waved goobye to Harry, and went to her apartment.
Ranka-san at least had the common sense to see Haruhi'h clothes and figure out Harry thought she was a man. "Don't. Touch. My. Son." he said furiously.
Harry didn't know what Ranka-san was saying. Haruhi popped out of the doorway with a sad look. "He said never to touch me." she said quietly, in a language he knew.
"Haruhi get back in the house! I forbid you from speaking to him!" Ranka-san yelled
"What did we do that was so wrong that I can't talk to him?" she asked furiously
He grabbed her hand and practically had to drag her inside their apartment.
"Wait, lemme go! Lemme go!" she yelled
Ranka slammed the door behind them and told Haruhi to wait in the living room.
Crap. What have I done? She thought to herself.
"And just what the hell do you think you were doing all alone with that boy?" Ranka spat
"Nothing, we were just-"
"You were on the ground with him making out. Does that sound like nothing to you?" he asked darkly
"We were just...It was...He was..." She couldn't figure out what to say, "Why don't you tell me why you weren't at work?"
"I came back because I needed a change of clothes for tomorrow. Now don't try to change the subject. Why were you at his house when you said you were eating dinner with a friend?" he roared
"He IS the friend I went to eat dinner with!"
Ranka's eyes widened. "You never told me you were eating dinner with a BOY!"
"You never asked." Haruhi said calmly
"How long have you two been-"
"Today was the first day we kissed each other. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed." She said quietly. She started to feel dizzy, and stumbled a little.
"Haru-"
"I'm fine. I just want to go to bed." She said quickly
Ranka grabbed her shoulder. She turned around to see him staring at her with one eyebrow raised. "Your face is loosing its color again, and you're dizzy."
"No, I'm not."
"Then how many fingers am I holding up?"
"Three." She said angrily
"Wrong. One. We're going to the doctor." He took her hands and started for the door. She broke free.
"The only reason I got it wrong is because I'm not wearing my glasses." She tried to get her way
"Haruhi. I can see your contacts in. I know how much you're scared of the doctor but-."
"I am not afraid of the doctor." She argued. It's the needles I hate. She thought
Someone suddenly knocked at the door. Haruhi went to answer it. She opened the door, and there was Harry, with an apologetic face.
"Can you translate to your dad for me?" he asked sadly. She nodded. Harry looked up at Ranka. "I am sorry if you think I'm just playing around, but I really care for your son." He said. Haruhi translated to her dad.
"I think he is a gentle, smart and caring person… Even though we just met today, I really like him. Please let me date your son." He bowed to Ranka. Haruhi blushed while she was translating. Ranka widened his eyes. He smiled gently towards the strange boy in the doorway. Harry looked up at Ranka, who nodded slowly. Of course, there were some ground rules this boy had to know.
"Um, Harry, I think there's something you should know…" Haruhi whispered something in his ear.
"I KNEW IT!" he yelled, hugging Haruhi tightly. Ranka cleared his throat. They immediately separated.
"Now I don't mind you guys flirting, but please speak a language I understand. I can't pronounce any English word at all." Ranka pleaded.
"He's a transfer student. He's horrible in Japanese." Haruhi told him
"Does he speak Chinese?" Ranka asked
"Coincidentally, yes."
"Then it is settled! When around me, you two will speak Chinese!" He said in Chinese, pointing at Harry and Haruhi. Harry nodded. "Now, child, tell me your name!"
"Harry. Harry Potter."
"Well then, Mr. Potter, let me just go over a few rules you will follow when you're around my daughter. First off, you will promise not to reveal ANY secret she trusts you with. This includes her having to wear a boy's uniform to school, and her condition. Second, if you try anything funny with her, just remember I am the co-owner of a bar and-"
"DAD!" Haruhi yelled
"-I have all the resourses I need to make sure the rest of your life will be miserable as hell." He finished his sentence happily. Haruhi slapped her forehead. "Third, you promise me that you will remain loyal to her for the duration you are a couple." Harry nodded. "Good. Now come with me and I will tell you everything else you need to know." He pulled out a scroll and had an evil look on his face.
"Dad, look at the time." Haruhi tried to reason with her father
"Don't worry Haruhi, you don't have school tomorrow. " Ranka said with a wide-grin.
Harry, looked helpless, but once you were in Ryoji Fujioka's grasp, there was no getting out. Ranka dragged Harry into his room, and slid the door shut. (I think the Fujioka family household has those sliding doors for their rooms. That's how it looked in the manga) Haruhi sighed. She went into her room, pulled out one of the drawers in her dresser and got out her pajamas. She took off her shirt and peeled off the tape she used to make her chest look flat. (A/N: say WHAT? Oh yeah, I went there :P Haru-chan has BOOBIES! YAAAAYYY!) Oh my god, I can breathe now. Her miniscule chest was really respectable C-cups, so it was decided in middle school that she would use tape to cover her chest up so that boys didn't get any strange ideas. Oh god, what would happen if Tamaki found out? She pulled on her nightshirt, changed into a pair of shorts and went to sleep in her futon. Crap, I forgot about Tsumi-kun. She went over to her dresser and pulled out a doll that was made out of rags. It had one of its black, button eye's missing. It was wearing a black and red striped shirt, and black shorts. Haruhi kissed the doll on the head lightly.
"Oyasumi (good night) Tsumi-kun. " She placed the doll gently back in the dresser. She had made the entire bottom drawer a type of bed for "Tsumi-Kun" and laid him down there, using ones of her big sweatshirts as his blanket. She went back to her futon, prayed for her mother's well being in heaven, prayed for Harry's well being with her father, and drifted gently off to sleep.
Authors note: I bet you guys think this chapter was a bit odd. And if you don't, then i'm better than I thought I was (^_^)
*Haruhi nicknamed her doll Tsumi, which is short for Tsumibito, meaning sinner. And NO I didn't name him after my penname! Wait... hehe.. maybe I did...
*Remember Haruhi's "Obsession" she was thinking about in class? Do you think you have a clue what it is?
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-Kisses and hugs, fullmoonsinner
