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Alert! 'Interesting' story ahead? . Suicide alert. :O

Disclaimer: Like I have enough power to own OHSHC. ._.

10 Things I Hate About Fanfiction: OHSHC

Number 8:

Host club activities was just about to begin.. again. Although, no one seemed to be in their assigned positions, ready to welcome any new or seasoned guests at the door. This was never an odd occurrence, usually, once the door creaked open a little bit, they all rushed to their positions, still looking as perfect as ever.

A certain tall, blond headed teen glanced at the clock tower outside frantically, desperately trying to get everyone in order and in positions. This teen, named Tamaki, always was a little afraid that a certain guest would pop in, feeling unwelcome by the members of the Host Club. Feeling so uncomfortable that you could cut the tension in there with a knife. Oh, how it pained his heart. He was meeting already reserved resistance from a few of his friends. He was said 'king" of the Host Club, because it was his whole idea in the first place.

Across the room, sitting at a table, was a teen with black hair, glasses, and a determined glare plastered on his face. He was staring at his laptop, completely consumed by what was on it. No one, not even his closest friends or family knew what was on it. He was often secretly the subject of some people's occasional conversation. The two mischievous little ones both agreed that the dark aura consumed boy had questionable things on his expensive Pineapple laptop. Yes, Kyouya was, and still is a questionable character. He is the vice president of the Host Club.

The noise coming from one table quickly drone out Tamaki's freak-gasm. A short, very cute blond boy was eating cake vigorously, squeezing in some words to his pink bunny friend seated on the table in front of them. It's not a strange thought when you possibly wonder how he could eat so much cake, and not get fat. Well, he is one of the best martial artists in Japan. "Honey" or "Hunni" was his nickname, almost everyone called him that. It was easier and more convenient to say Honey then "Mitsukuni Haninozuka." I'll use Honey for now. His pink bunny friend's name was "Usa-chan." His cousin was the only one in the Host Club who called him "Mitsukuni."

Sitting silently next to Honey, was his cousin. Takashi Morinozuka, or "Mori" as everyone called him, for the same reason Honey's name is, well, Honey. Likewise, Honey is the only one in the Host Club who called Morinozuka "Takashi." Mori was very tall, contradicting with Honey's short, boy-lolita type stature. He is possessive of Honey, and like a protective brother to him.

Haruhi Fujioka, the newest member of the Host club for a specific clause, was adjusting "his" coat for that day's cosplay. "His" short brown hair, big brown eyes, and gentle personality made him a hit in the Host Club. Well, the "he" was actually a she. The Host Club entertained girls, and Haruhi was forced to become a Host. So, she crossdressed as a boy. At that moment, two twins locked arms around her shoulders and crossed their legs. Haruhi sweat dropped.

Last, but not least, the Hitachiin twins. Their indescribable hair color that resembled somewhat orange-red ish, glinted in the light. Their amber eyes flickered mischievously, seeming to be trying to make Haruhi feel uncomfortable. Secretly, they were waiting for Tamaki to come interrupting and try to separate all of them.

Hikaru Hitachiin. This older, more mischievous twin was in love with Haruhi for a while. He was practically jumping in circles inside out of excitement, not because he had to pee or something like that. Why is he doing this, you may be asking yourself? After Host Club activities commenced, he was having dinner with Haruhi at his favorite restaurant. Life was good for Hikaru Hitachiin.

His younger brother, however, was at the opposite end of the spectrum. Kaoru Hitachiin, he also was in love with Ms. Fujioka. Alas, he decided to give her up for his brother a while ago. Kaoru valued his relationship with his brother more than anything else in the world. They were unbearably close, perhaps too close. Why? Over the years, Kaoru was sad to admit it, but he fell for his brother. Yes, fell. A romantic interest. When Hikaru told him that he and Haruhi were going on a 'date,' Kaoru couldn't help but feel sad inside. He has a reason to! It all spiraled downhill from that day.

A fake smile plastered on Kaoru's face, his brother and him set off to annoy Haruhi, so that none of the Hosts would suspect anything going on. A few minutes later, the Host Club was ready for business, everyone acting as they should be. Little did they know, gentle Kaoru was about to break.

A month later, Hikaru woke up, and glanced at the clock on his night table. 9:57 on a sunny Saturday morn. He yawned, rubbed his eyes, then groggily stumbled out of bed. He grabbed some clothes to change into, and walked to the bathroom. While he was in there, Kaoru jumped out of bed suddenly because he had heard Hikaru's ringtone blast and echo throughout their room.

Kaoru looked towards the bathroom, seems Hikaru was in the shower. Kaoru walked over towards his brother's phone, a picture of Haruhi and him glowed on the screen. Kaoru meekly answered the call.

"Hello?" Kaoru sleepily said.

"Hikaru? Good morning!" Haruhi cheerfully replied.

Kaoru scratched his head, and thought of his situation. He had just woken up, so his voice was a little deeper. Also, he was talking on the phone, sometimes people sounded different on the phone, right? Eh, he lied down on the bed, and in the process, accidentally hung up on Haruhi. Oops. He set the phone back on Hikaru's table.

"Hello? Hikaru? Are you still there? " Haruhi stared at her phone for a moment. "That was weird."

Hikaru walked out of the bathroom fully changed, showered, and clean. He grinned brightly.

"Hey Kaoru. Morning. I'm going to go hang out with Haruhi again." He grabbed his phone off his table, and set it in his pocket. "Just call if you need me." With one last happy look at his seemingly still tired brother, Hikaru walked out of the room. Kaoru walked towards him.

"Hikaru.. I love you."

Said Hikaru grinned. "Hah. I love you too, bro. I'll see you later. Around dinner time, alright?" He walked down the stairs, and outside the front door. Hikaru couldn't help but feel a little guilty for leaving Kaoru alone, but his thoughts were soon sidetracked by thoughts of Haruhi. Kaoru had been acting weird lately.

Kaoru stared at the door for a few seconds with a dejected look on his face, before slowly walking up the stairs again.

He wasn't tired anymore. That bored, dazed look in his eyes, and the wringing of his hands was because he was somewhat still sad over the HikaHaru situation. He was depressed, but never shown it. He always had a fake grin on his face, but as the days went on, he found it harder and harder to sustain it. He then spent the rest of the day in his room, staying alone and keeping to himself struggling with raging thoughts colliding in his mind. He was considering suicide one moment, the next moment yelling at himself for thinking such a thought. It was hard to deal with your close brother that you 'love' be so in love with one of your classmates. Life was cruel for the young Hitachiin.

He didn't know what else to do.

Hikaru's day was great, he was on Cloud 9. He was practically skipping down the hall and opened the door to him and his brother's room. He tried to, but it was locked for some reason. Luckily, Hikaru had a key. Him and Kaoru were the only ones with keys to their room. They didn't want anyone snooping through their stuff. Hikaru dismissed the thought, and wondered why the door was locked. He opened the door and strolled in.

Kaoru lied face down on their bed, wrists cut, and still bleeding profusely from his arms. The knife next to him seemed to be one used for cooking, and looked exceptionally sharp. The cuts looked somewhat fresh.

Hikaru ran over to the bed, his eyes threatening to overflow with tears. Kaoru's eyes were closed. Hikaru's desperate screams for Kaoru echoed throughout the entire mansion.

A little while later, after the police had came, and everything settled down, Hikaru looked at his night table, grieving. There lied a little notepad, littered with Kaoru's small, scrawled handwriting. Seemed like he was in a rush to write it. Hikaru read it for the 6th time, trying to hold his tears in.

Dear Hikaru,

If you are reading this, I am no longer here anymore. I don't really have a lot to say to you, but I love you. I never had the courage to tell you. Not just as a brother, but more. I saw how happy you were with Haruhi, it was just too hard for me to take because we've been through so much together. Please do not be angry with me.

Please, tell everyone else not to blame themselves for my death, because I can think of some people who would. This was all my doing. I'm sorry these short last words are my last. But you can go live your life with Haruhi, without any more secret wishful looks from me. Goodbye brother.

Love, Kaoru

Hikaru sat on the bed staring at the letter in disbelief. Oh yes, he was blaming himself, and partially.. Haruhi.

Haruhi..

Haruhi…

The name resounded in his head. Since she was partially at fault for making Hikaru love her, Hikaru didn't want to date her anymore. You can probably tell Hikaru was having a hard time with the coping of his brother's early death. He wasn't thinking clearly, and he broke it off with Haruhi, much to her dismay. He knew drama would unfold, but he didn't care. All he wanted was his brother back.

A few days later, Hikaru was still having a hard time with his brother's death. He unearthed some pictures of the two of them with varying timelines. From birth, to adolescence, Hikaru reviewed them all. His room was in shambles, Hikaru not even caring to clean it. He didn't let anyone into his room, be it maids to clean, butlers to serve, etc. He turned depressed, and was going through a stage of continuous grieving. Hikaru went to the bathroom to splash some water in his face. He gasped as he stared in the shiny, reflective mirror image staring back at him. He saw Kaoru. An exact image of him, well yes. They were twins, right? Hikaru stood staring there at the mirror, breathing heavily. He had just realized something.

If he looked in the mirror, he could see Kaoru. His true love. Haruhi was nothing. Now, he, Kaoru was gone. Forever. All Hikaru could do was stare in the mirror, and stare at his 'brother,' his mind forever plaguing of what could've been.

`Whoa. I do not know where this came from. The letter probably sucked, and the story might've been deep and detailed, so maybe that was not such a bad story? With the exception of the plot.

~This story was mine, reader!

#10:

Cliché Plots

How many times have we seen a story with this kind of plot, or similar to it? TOO MANY. And it's so annoying. Not every variation of these stories are bad, it's just the plot is so overused. Also, like in my first chapter, that story I wrote was also a cliché plot, so a little note there. Sure, there are different outcomes, but the journey is the same. Same, same, same. I kind of think of this as plagiarizing the FIRST person who wrote fanfictions like this. Ugh, I don't know. I just thought of that, but that probably didn't make much sense. I am one author who likes original plots, ones that are super special mega awesome and one that people would recommend to other readers!

Anyway, in conclusion,

When writing a story, avoid cliché plots unless you are a good writer and believe you can step up to the challenge, and take out the cliché part of the plot out. Bear in mind, I know that that is a hard task. Good luck!

Wow. That was the longest chapter I ever wrote! Well, it certainly feels like that. Whee.

I'm hoping to get to 50 reviews at least, but that probably won't happen. If it does… naaaah. I better not get my hopes up. A girl can dream!

I may not be able to update next week, what with the holiday and stuff. :O

xoxo,

ShaodwNinjaAiko-chan out.