Gosh, this took me a while to write! Sorry if it doesn't really flow well, I've been a little off my game recently when it came to writing.

Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. I only own my OC.

An Immovable Object Finally Budges!

Thunder clapped outside, rattling the house slightly. A young girl laid on her stomach on the floor, swaying her legs back and forth to the tune she was humming as she scribbled in her coloring book with a blue crayon. She was home alone again, waiting patiently for her parents to return from work.

Suddenly, the lightbulb above her head flickered and burnt out, every other electrical appliance following soon after. The girl sighed and closed her book, placing it on the coffee table next to her. Then, she walked to her room, her socks padding against the floor softly. After brushing her teeth and putting on her pajamas, she snuggled under her comforter and opened the music box on her nightstand. Soon, the young girl fell asleep to its gentle lullaby.

Only minutes after the tune had ended, an incessant clicking sound could be heard from the hallway. The girl's eyes opened slowly at the noise. She could hear the door swing open, and—thinking it was her father and mother coming home—she smiled excitedly. However, the footsteps that she heard soon after were not any that she recognized. They weren't strong and imposing, nor were they soft and graceful. These footsteps dragged along the ground, scraping the carpet roughly.

The young girl gasped as the steps neared her bedroom door. At the noise, the steps paused. Then, the doorknob began to turn slowly. The girl immediately dove under her bed, scooting to the side until her arm hit the wall. Her body trembled with fear as a pair of boots turned to face her bedside.

Suddenly, an arm whipped under the bed and yanked on the girl's hair, pulling her up and suspending her in the air. The girl pinched her eyes shut as she kicked and flailed, but to no avail. Her nose wrinkled as the smell of the person's sour breath puffed into her face. She screamed and cried as the intruder flicked out a switchblade and held it to her throat.

"Who's there?!"

The girl winced as she hit the ground, released from the person's grip. When she sat up and turned around, no one was there. Then, seeing her father standing in the doorway, she crawled over to him quickly, hugging his knees and crying her eyes out. Her father knelt down and took her into his arms, rubbing her back gently as he stared out the open window of her bedroom.

Shun stormed into the hallway, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. Behind her, Hikaru followed relentlessly until he finally caught up with her. His hand latched onto her shoulder, swiveling her around to face him. Even then, Shun still refused to look at his face, her gaze instead fixed on the carpet beneath her feet.

"What's your problem?!" Hikaru snapped.

Shun swatted his hand off of her shoulder angrily. "Oh, does it seem like I have a problem with you?" she quipped sarcastically. "Funny, I thought you would have figured it out by now—considering you seem to know everything else about me!"

"What are you even talking about? I saved your life! Why are you getting angry at me—"

Shun roughly shoved him away. "That's not the point, you idiot!" Then, gritting her teeth, Shun took off in the opposite direction.

"What the—!" Hikaru, momentarily stunned by her abrupt actions, snapped out of his surprise and began chasing after her. He followed her down a corridor lined with suites, a golden number ranging from 20 to 30 on each door. Seeing her dart into suite 23, he raced up to it, but she slammed the door closed before he could enter. Grabbing the handle, he jiggled it furiously before banging his fist on the door. "Open up!"

"No!"

Shun kicked at her suitcase in frustration, mumbling obscenities under her breath irately. After tiring herself out, she collapsed on her bed and threw the covers over herself. Then, deeming that it was too hot under the blankets, she kicked them off childishly and stood up once again, this time deciding to sit in the corner and grumble. She could hear the incessant jiggling of the door handle stop, accompanied by quick footsteps that faded as they left the vicinity. Shun pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her arms on top of them, scowling bitterly.

After stewing by herself for a few minutes, Shun finally stood up and began to make her way over to the door. However, just as she passed by her bed, the lights cut out, enveloping the entire suite in pitch-black darkness.

Hikaru, who had just made it back to the dining room, groaned in irritation as the lights went out, his annoyance from earlier still smoldering. After Kyouya had lit one of the candles that stood on the dining table, Haruhi noticed that Hikaru had returned alone.

"Hey, Hikaru, where's Shun?" she asked.

Hikaru scoffed. "She locked herself in her room—how dumb is that? Whatever, she can stay in there for the whole trip for all I care."

At his comment, Kaoru peered at Hikaru apprehensively.

Haruhi's chair screeched as she stood up quickly. "She's in there alone?" she pressed, her worry beginning to surface.

Hikaru's irritated expression melted away immediately at Haruhi's anxious tone, replaced by a slightly confused one. "Yeah," he said unsurely, "but it's not like it matters, though, right?"

At his response, Haruhi hurriedly began searching for a flashlight. After Kyouya calmly handed her one, she turned to Hikaru with an angry expression. "You can't leave Shun alone in dark places, Hikaru! It scares her more than anything!"

Hikaru's eyes widened. "How was I supposed to know that?" he cried indignantly.

"It's basic common sense that nobody should be left alone in the dark, and especially not her!" Haruhi flicked the switch on the flashlight and left the dining room, followed by Hikaru and the rest of the hosts (for some reason).

Just as they reached suite 23, a clap of thunder rattled the walls. Haruhi froze, the flashlight in her hand clattering to the ground.

Tamaki turned to Haruhi curiously at her abrupt stop. "Haruhi? What's wrong?"

Another roll of thunder rumbled, causing Haruhi to yelp in fear. Immediately, Tamaki kneeled down to comfort her. Meanwhile, Hikaru and Kaoru were both attempting to force open the door, Hikaru practically breaking the doorknob and Kaoru pushing his shoulder against the wooden barrier.

After a minute of unsuccessful attempts at opening the door, Kaoru turned to the hosts who were not occupied. "Do you think we can pick the lock?" he suggested.

"I'm afraid that's not possible," Kyouya answered calmly. "These locks are electric, so as long as the power is out, the door won't budge."

Hikaru hit his fist against the door in frustration. "Damn!" Then, he cupped his hands around his mouth and placed them against the door. "Shun, are you alright?"

Shun jumped as darkness suddenly enveloped her. Her breathing began to grow ragged as her heartbeat sped up to an almost impossible rate. She fell to the ground, scrabbling around frantically for something, anything to hold on to. To her, every boom of thunder was that man's heavy footsteps, every gust of wind the cold blade that was pressed to her throat so many years ago.

Crawling mindlessly around the suite, Shun eventually found purchase on the door. She reached up and wrangled the doorknob, whipping her head back and forth as if something were approaching her from behind. At a particularly loud clap of thunder, Shun yelped and began banging her hands on the door in desperation.

"Help me! Get me out of here! Please, help!" She yelled in panic. If a response had come, she couldn't tell, so she sunk to the floor and curled up into a trembling ball, whimpering pitifully.

The hosts waited outside of the door for a response. However, what they heard was something they never wanted to listen to again.

"Help me! Get me out of here! Please, help!"

Shun, normally strong and unbreakable, was now yelling in panic, her voice broken and unstable. It seemed to be the final nail in the coffin, determining that there was nothing they could do.

Hikaru and Kaoru, however, were still determined. "Shun, hang in there!" they shouted.

"I'm calling maintenance right now," Kyouya stated as he swiftly pressed the buttons on his phone.

"Hurry!" the twins' voices rang out amongst the chaos. The scene was in complete disarray—Haruhi was shaking like a leaf as Tamaki desperately attempted to comfort her, the twins were once again trying to break down the door, Kyouya was growling in frustration at his mobile phone, and Honey was blubbering incoherently, completely distraught by the entire situation.

Suddenly, a low voice broke out. "Let me help," Mori said, his expression the most calm out of everybody. As he slowly approached the door, Hikaru and Kaoru parted to give him space. Then, Mori braced himself, moving his legs apart a bit and holding his arms up in an offensive stance.

THWACK!

The door fell forward, split into two distinct pieces by a large crack. Before anyone could react to the fact that Mori just broke a door in half with sheer force alone, Shun darted out from the dark pit beyond the former obstacle and latched onto the closest things to her—they happened to be Hikaru's legs. The force of Shun launching herself at him caused Hikaru to wobble, but he managed to keep his balance, instead gazing at Shun with a shocked expression. She had a death grip on his legs as she stared fearfully into the room she had just escaped from, her breath coming out in raspy, dry pants.

Slowly, Hikaru knelt down, letting Shun slump into his arms tiredly as he rubbed her back involuntarily, staring at the lightning that flashed by the window's translucent panes. The fabric of his shirt bunched up tightly in Shun's hands as she burrowed her face into his chest, her trembling finally coming to a halt.

Kaoru watched silently, a small smile on his face. "I guess the spell is wearing off faster than I thought..."

Kyouya, having heard Kaoru's comment, turned to face him with an inquisitive expression. "What was that?"

Kaoru chuckled dismissively. "Nothing, just thinking out loud."

The next morning...

Mori walked to the car, carrying a sleeping Shun in one arm and a suitcase in the other. After the previous night's events, she conked out immediately and had slept for at least nine straight hours.

After everything and everyone was piled into the car, the driver took off. The car jostled a bit at every road bump, causing Shun to move in her sleep and lean against Haruhi's shoulder as the latter read a book. All of the hosts turned to stare at the adorably domestic picture, although Tamaki and the twins seemed to be the most avid watchers.

"My little girls are so cute!" Tamaki whispered excitedly, practically using all of his self-control to prevent himself from shrieking in joy.

Sneakily, the twins both pulled out their phones, snapping a photo almost instantly. When Tamaki glared at them, they both shrugged their shoulders. "You never know when we'll get another chance."

At that, Tamaki began throttling the both of them, muttering 'You creeps!' and 'How dare you!' as he did. Unfortunately, the noise caused Shun to wake up. Grumpy from her nap and irritated from the racket, Shun plucked the phones from between the three and chucked them into the back of the car. Then, she curled up against Haruhi again and went back to sleep.