A/N: I hope I'm getting better on the updating(Yes? No?) I originally planned to do a chapter for my other story (A Fairy Special Girl) this time, but I have way more people involved in Haruhi's Knight, so I wanted to finish this one before I continued my other. Please go check it out if you already haven't!

Ranka sat under the warm kotatsu with his daughter, watching one of their favorite movies. Haruhi was so into it, she rarely removed her eyes from the small TV set. Ranka tried to get interested, but couldn't. Haruhi was wearing one of her favorite halter tops from America, and even in the dark living room, Ranka couldn't help but stare at the bruises on her arms and back. They weren't as bad as a month ago, but they've been taking a long time to heal. It was as if somebody had decorated his daughter's precious body with ink so blue, it was nearly black.

What is that? Ranka thought, noticing a small line, slightly raised from the rest of her skin, gliding between Haruhi's shoulder blades. Ranka leaned even closer to the petite girl, earning a questioning side glance from her.

Ranka pretended to be admiring the blood red fabric of the kotatsu.

My God, it's a scar. I took a knife to my daughter and I can't even remember it…

Ranka snuck one last glance at Haruhi, before announcing that he was tired and leaving the room. He slumped down on his bed, and pressed his face into the down pillow, trying to muffle his sobs. What kind of father am I? She must think I hate her. Even I hate me. I have to repay her somehow.

He slowly got up from his bed and made his way to the bathroom. He glanced at the hot pink hair dryer, the cord haphazardly discarded by the sink. Ranka lightly tapped the matching curlying iron, still plugged up. It was hot, but she'd find him before he was finished.

Ranka stared at the bottle of Xanax in his medicine cabinet.

I don't deserve to walk this earth.

At the Host Club.

Mori looked around at the other Host Clubbers nervously. He and Haruhi were sitting together on the couch, studying. She wanted a little "extra help" with her algebra that day since she had to leave early and couldn't wash the dishes with Mori. The boys were a little reluctant to leave Haruhi alone for a whole hour but eventually gave in, letting her have some peace and quiet. Hikaru, however was more than a little reluctant. Mori smiled, remembering the way the younger boy had thrown such a tantrum.

"But, Haruhi~! I'm in your class for Pete's sake. Don't you think I'm more suited to tutor you in the homework?"

"No."

"Why? Why? Why? Why!" Hikaru's hands were balled into little fists, his knuckles turning white. Mori fought to keep up his calm and stoic façade.

"Because, Hikaru! Since you're in my class, you just learned it too. It wouldn't be very productive to learn from someone who just learned it himself. Mori's been doing this for three years, so he's more qualified to help me when I get stuck. Now, I don't mean to be mean or anything, but can you leave, so I can get back to work?"

Hikaru stood there for a long while before answering. His mouth was set into a thin line, and Mori could have sworn his hair was standing on end, like the way a bird's feathers ruffled when it got angry.

"Ugh!" he grunted. "You're ruining everything!"

Haruhi looked at the giant gold and pink door Hikaru and Kaoru stormed out of. I wonder what he meant by that. she thought curiously. She was about to ask Mori when she saw him covering his mouth.

"What's up?" she asked. His eyes were screwed shut and his whole body seemed to be racking with laughter.

"N-Nothing." His answer was muffled and forced between giggles.

Haruhi got even more curious. "Come on," she protested, shaking his arm. "Tell me. Why are you laughing so hard? What's so funny? I wanna laugh too, you know."

He looked down at her, tears brimming in his eyes. He looked around at the other hosts, making sure they were too busy to pay attention to the couple on the couch. "How could you not laugh at that?" he asked her, gesturing towards the door. "He practically threw a tantrum. He looked like a little kid again!"

"…Really?" Haruhi's tone was so flat and blunt, it knocked the smile right off of Mori's face.

"Uh…yeah?" Oh no, he thought desperately. Now she thinks I'm mean. I've probably made her angry. "I mean-It was funny at first. He reminded me of a bird."

Mori fought to read Haruhi's expression, though he couldn't see her sparkling eyes through her thick bangs. "I mean-It's not funny anymore. We should probably go check on him. He seemed really upset."

Mori rose from his seat and offered Haruhi his hand.

Haruhi's eyes met his. They'd lost all traces of their former melting chocolaty warmth, instead they were cold and unwelcoming. "I think you've done enough, sempai. I'll go by myself." she smacked his hand out of her way and strode quickly to the door. Oh no. Mori thought, his palm hitting his forehead. She hasn't called me "sempai" in weeks. I really screwed up. He was just on his way out the door when Haruhi's phone rang. Mori picked up the small red flip phone the twins gave to her. He glanced at the number and answered immediately.

I can't believe he'd laugh at Hikaru's feelings like that! Haruhi fumed, as she power-walked down the hall. He knows Hikaru has trouble expressing his feelings. He just came out of his shell a little while ago. She slowed her pace at the sound of voices. One was calm and nurturing, the other was a combination of fury and despair. Haruhi tried her best to be sneaky as she poked her head around the corner.

Hikaru and Kaoru, she thought. Was he really that broken up about not being able to tutor me?

Hikaru was sitting with his head in his hands, his long legs drawn up to his chest. Kaoru was sitting near by, rubbing small circles in his older brothers back, whispering soothing words.

"You can come out, Haruhi." he called in an amused tone.

Haruhi jumped at the sound of her name and came from behind the corner looking sheepish with a hand behind her head.

"I wasn't snooping" she said apologetically. "I -I just anted to make sure Hikaru was OK. I didn't know it would bother him so much if Mori helped me with my math. Sorry."

Kaoru let out a low chuckle. "You thought he was worried about that?" he muttered, getting up and gathering both his and his brother's things. He addressed the rest f the group when he said: "I'll meet you out front, Hikaru. If you take too long I'm leaving without you."

Take too long with what?, Haruhi wondered absentmindedly. Why can't we all talk together? It's nothing private.

Hikaru got up as well. "Thanks Kaoru, I might take longer that you think." I hope I'll be all night. he finished silently. She came chasing after me. That's a good sign. I knew she couldn't like anybody else. Hikaru took his time walking to Haruhi, taking long swaggering steps towards the girl. "So," he said cockily, putting his had on the wall beside her head, blocking any chance she had of going back the way she came. "You decided to come after me, eh?"

What's his deal? "Um, yeah. I thought you were upset." she looked at the ground, breaking the gaze he had on her. "I was a little harsh in the club room. Mori and I are sorry."

Hikaru's jaw tightened. "Is Mori with you, right now?"

Now Haruhi's jaw tightened. "No. He had some thinking to do." she said bluntly.

He relaxed. "Then why don't we stop thinking about him for a while. Why don't we just forget all about what happened in the club room, eh?" He moved in quickly, closing what little distance there was between the two.

AGAIN?, Haruhi mentally screamed. What's going on with everybody?

Haruhi pushed Hikaru off of her with a short high pitched grunt. "Hiakaru, I came here to apologize not to-"

There was a gasp from behind the corner. Haruhi closed her eyes and silently prayed it wasn't who she thought it was. She moved one lead foot after another begrudgingly towards the corner.

Mori was standing there, a mixed look of shock and anger painted upon his gorgeous face.

Haruhi and Hikaru both took a step forward. "Mori I can explain." they said simultaneously.

Mori looked Haruhi dead in the eyes, seeing nothing but her. "Alright. I'm listening."

"Well," she looked down at her feet and sighed. "Over the past few weeks, some weird stuff has been happening. I didn't tell you because I thought you'd be angry with me…"

Mori's face turned red with anger. "Stuff?"

"Tamaki sempai confessed to me, Hikaru just kissed me, and Kyouya sempai kissed me a little more…passionately."

"Why didn't you tell me? Kyouya's a dead man." he said under his breath, already half way down the hall.

Haruhi ran after him, leaving a very confused Hikaru trailing behind.

She took the sleeve of his powder blue uniform jacket between her thumb and index finger. "Mori, don't. They didn't know that we were a thing. I set them straight."

Mori was skeptical. "If they knew we were dating, why were they so cool about it? Mitskuni hasn't said anything to me regarding the situation."

"…well…"

"Well what?"

"I didn't tell them we were dating. I wanted to talk to you first."

Mori pinched the bridge of his nose impatiently. "But how were we supposed to talk about it if you were planning on keeping it a secret? Sweety," he let out an exasperated sigh. "all of this is starting to sound like something sneaky is going on, and I don't like it. Now we're going to go in there together and tell them we're dating. If they don't act genuinely surprised, shocked or weirded out-I'm gonna think something's up." He turned and continued walking without another word, knowing Haruhi would follow.

And of course she did.

They were outside the door when Haruhi stopped him yet again.

"What is it now, honey?"

"Why did you come looking for me in the first place? You had my phone in your hand like somebody called."

Mori looked vacant for a second, then he took her hand in his and bolted for the door.

"It's your dad." he said carrying her down the stairs bridal style. "They called from the hospital. He had an overdose."

A/N: Hehehe…cliffhanger…