Chapter Four: White Roses
Summary: Tick Toc the clock goes, he knows because that's the only thing his been listening to for the past three hours. Being bored was like the after result of getting drunk, you get hangovers.
Disclaimer: I don't own OHSHC, all of the characters are created by Bisco Hatori.
He counted all the tiles and found out the flooring pattern. This was how he fought through boredom. Why was he bored in the first place? Because Kaoru had to go out with his father to discuss 'important' matters while he was stuck at home. Fair? No. Did his father care? No. Did Kaoru care? He sure didn't show it. So bottom line, it was two to nothing. His eyes roamed through the room for the fifth time. And like all those other times, he saw what every other room had. If he could expression how he felt right now in one word, it would be, crappy. He felt like he was having a hangover, only difference was that painkillers would do nothing.
Another sigh tumbled out of his lips, by now he had lost count of how many times he did that. Though having an empty mind was somewhat lighter than actually thinking. Cause thinking made him feel nauseous and drowsy. Cause thinking always led to her.
A commoner...
An intruder...
...Fujioka Haruhi
Even now, he wasn't sure what exactly drew him towards her, it wasn't her looks. He had seen beauty and it was not in a shape of a common girl that cross-dressed. Though he would be lying if he were to say she was ugly. She was one of the top students in Ouran but intelligence mattered not, at least not when you were rich and were an heir of a successful company. However, he did like having something cunning to toy with. She was far from athletic. Slow and short, those traits were not ones that an athlete would like to bear. It wasn't like she was out of shape either though. She was just poor at activities that involved anything physical.
So just what was it that had griped him so tight in the beginning? To be frank, he couldn't even recall how it all began. Like a fairytale really. A lower class girl makes it into one of the most prosperous school in Japan, and then finds the host club. Too surreal to be reality. Still it had happened, even now it felt like a dream to him. A very pleasant dream at that.
Sure, there were the ups and downs but most of them were priceless. Even the day when Tamaki had come to them had been somewhat enjoyable. Too much of a child to actually realize just how much Tono had changed them all. The blonde -whether he had yet noticed it himself or not- meant a lot to them all as well. After all, if it weren't for Tono they would've never met Haruhi. Nor would he be the person he was now.
Well whatever it had been. He had fallen for her without even realizing it. To this day he couldn't tell the exact day or time of when it had happened, he had come to realize though, that it was more like falling, a gradual falling, of which he had had no control of at all let alone ever notice it until it was too late. It had been so slight and slow that there was no way to turn back before hitting the ground. To be honest he wasn't sure if he truly wanted to take it back. He sighed once again once he remembered what he had said to her the other day.
He had been so angry at the time, he hadn't meant a word but he had said them anyways. Scratching his head, he reviewed the scenes over again.
It had been like every other day, only difference was that Haruhi was not here. The Hitachiin twins shared a look before class started; it wasn't like Haruhi to be late. As the time ticked away, they soon realized she wasn't late she just wasn't coming. Through the whole day they wondered about their 'toy' and where she was. Even the Host Club wasn't fun, and Kyouya had been rather annoyed by the lack of customers. Once school was out the club had gone out of their way to visit her house but only to find that it was empty so where was Haruhi!?
Hikaru and Kaoru had decided to walk back home, and that's where he lost it. He had spotted her in a flower shop; the man had said something about a lucky boy. Jumping to conclusions he marched inside and Kaoru followed knowing things were going to get ugly.
Hikaru spat with rage "You skipped school for this?! To buy flowers and who this is boy?" He was making a scene but he didn't care, he was just letting out steam.
Haruhi was startled by the sudden appearance of the Hitachiin twins, though what angered her was not their surprise visit but Hikaru's words. Why did he care about what she did? He had no right to barge in and make a fit. In an annoyed voice she bluntly responded "None of our business, besides why are you here?"
The boy ignored her question and continued to shout at her "That's it, give me that!" Without another word, he snatched the lovely bouquet of white roses before throwing them onto the ground. Then he stomped on them, he let out a small smile at his work. Haruhi blinked, this wasn't like Hikaru. Why was he acting this way? Not caring to hear the reason she merely hissed "BAKA! You are an immature, hot-headed baka! Why did you do that? Nevermind. Just go away Hikaru, you're giving me a headache." She was trying to regain her composure.
"I just did you a favour! You're the baka, how could you just skip school and not tell anyone!" Hikaru asked again, in spite of her insults what angered him even more was that she was mad at him. He should be the one mad. "Fine whatever, you go on with your commoner's stuff, I'm outta here!" With that, he had rushed out. Kaoru had whispered something to Haruhi before exiting as well.
He grimaced at the memory, he shouldn't have done that. Still just the thought of her in some guy's arms made him so angry, he wasn't sure what exactly the feeling was, but it made him see red. Needing some fresh air Hikaru decided to go for a walk, even so he never thought he would bump into her. The very person he had been hoping to avoid, she the girl who made him need to get out of the house in the first place. His eyes strayed from her, hoping she hadn't seen him yet. Then he noticed something in front of her, it was a gravestone and before that was a bouquet of white roses.
He couldn't breath for a second, everything seemed to be frozen and lost in the seas of time. Finally, he gasped, not a loud forced sound but a gentle needy air inhaling. Blinking Hikaru walked forward then kneeled down next to her. In a whisper, he greeted "Hello Mrs. Fujioka."
Haruhi finally seemed to take notice of her classmate's presences; she tense. Other than her father no one knew about this place, sure occasionally her mom's friends or co-worker, even some of her clients comes to visit but no one from school knew. And worst of all was that it was Hikaru, just yesterday they had an 'incident.' Keeping her eyes towards the gravestone she frowned until he started to talk again. His voice had an unfamiliar gentleness to it, it almost sounded like her dad's, that is when he wasn't acting all childish. 'Let me first start off by introducing myself, I'm Hikaru, a friend of Haruhi's..."
The more he talked and went on about random stuff, the more she felt at home. It was weird but soothing. Then he said something that caught her off guard "Happy Mother's Day Mrs. Fujioka."
No more words were needed after that. Why say an apology when you have already been forgiven.
It seems like the sun is finally rising.
Author's Notes:
This one's for moms'. Sorry is some of the characters were a bit OOC anyways I hope you guys enjoyed!