Venture into the Second Music Room
Chapter 5: Wounded Revelations
A/N: THANK YOU FOR YOUR REVIEWS! Here comes the fifth chapter of V2MR!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.
With the flames of wrath still burning furiously on top of Akira's head, she stomped towards the Second Music Room for the orchestra rehearsal.
'That stinking, good-for-nothing Host Club, infiltrating my Music Department, even getting to the person I could trust most. Damn the Host Club…' Akira muttered.
'I hate the Host Club, I hate it, hate it, HATE it!'
She emphasized her point by banging her head against the wall… HARD against the wall...
'Why do I still have to be the one to bring them instant coffee… I thought I graduated from being the Host Club dog…' Haruhi muttered, as she ran from the grounds back to the Third Music Room.
She was given the task to purchase instant coffee, which, as dubbed by the Host Club King, is to be the Host Club's signature drink. Haruhi was supposed to buy it yesterday, but because of a lightning storm, the lightning-phobic freshman did not dare to go out.
Haruhi glanced at her watch, 'CRAP! Five minutes till the club opens… if I'm late, Kyouya-senpai's going to add to my DEBT!' She thought frantically.
'Is there a shorter route?' Haruhi turned right instead of the normal left, 'The customers would be all using the normal route, it would be impossible to penetrate through the crowds of hormonal-driven girls.'
'KYAAAAA! HARUHI-KUN!' the crowd of girls with popping hearts in their eyes would squeal… Just thinking about it made Haruhi shudder.
She hugged the brown package holding jars of instant coffee tighter against her chest, and blindly ran with all her might down the corridor ('Damn my short legs!'). Little did she know, that corridor was exactly where the Second Music Room and our slightly dizzy Music Department president were…
After 3 seconds, a huge BANG sounded across the corridor, as Haruhi collided with Akira with a giant force. Both of them fell hard on their bottoms. The instant coffee jars shattered, and fragments of glass flew everywhere.
'I'm sorry, are you alright?' Haruhi asked anxiously.
'Nevermind… it was an accident…' Akira groaned, patting her buttock, tried to get up.
'Akira-senpai? Oh… I'm REALLY sorry. I was too careless… be careful, I'll pick up the…'
Akira let out a yelp of pain, as her hand rested on a couple of broken shards of glass when she was trying to stand up. She looked at her fingers, and saw blood gushing out of the wound.
'My hand…' she said weakly, 'a violinist's hand…'
'Oh my goodness… I'm so sorry, really I am, I didn't mean to… I mean… I shouldn't have ran recklessly… Oh god, this is my fault.' Haruhi walked over to Akira's side.
'It was an accident…' Akira grimaced, 'but my hand… how can I play the violin with this wound… the competition…' At this, Akira started tearing up.
'Here, let me see it.'
Haruhi took Akira's hand, and wiped the blood with a handkerchief. She also fished her pockets for a bandage. A cute hello-kitty bandage. And she expertly helped Akira bandage her wound.
Akira watched 'him' work. Haruhi's delicate hands gently worked its magic. Akira looked at 'his' face… 'What a good-looking guy.' Akira thought, 'Argh. I shouldn't be thinking this right now… my hand…what could be worse than a musician's hand being wounded?'
'There, I'm sorry I don't have any other bandages, but it's a sterilized bandage, so it should help your wound to heal. I'm really sorry about this, especially for a violinist like you…' Haruhi looked up towards Akira.
Akira met the wide, chocolate eyes of Haruhi, and blushed. 'Um… that's alright. It was just an accident. Thank you for bandaging me. It's a cute one too. Funny how a guy would carry such things.' Akira let out a giggle.
'Uh… I got this from the sickroom just now, I… uh… have a wound on my knee too. They only have these… colorful ones…' Haruhi lied. Truth is, she had a paper cut last night and she couldn't find any other bandages other than these hello-kitty ones at home, well… this was because her father only bought bandages that are 'pink and cute'.
Akira smiled. Haruhi was shocked to see Akira so normal… Wait… Does she even know that I'm in the Host Club…
Akira stuck her hand out, 'I'm Tanaka Akira. 2nd year.'
'Fujioka Haruhi. 1st year.'
'Haruhi… Haruhi… I'm sure I've heard of your name somewhere… are you in the Music Department as well?'
'No,' Haruhi said, as she helped Akira up.
'Hm… but I'm sure I've seen the name before…'
Haruhi laughed uncomfortably, 'I'm not that famous around here, it's natural for you to not remember my name.' Well… quite unnatural for a girl to forget the names of the infamous hosts, really.
'Oh. Well. Nice to meet you anyway.'
'Same here.'
Haruhi found Akira quite likeable if she's not in a temper. As long as she doesn't know I'm from the Host Club…
Unfortunately, Haruhi's heart dropped, as she heard a familiar, 'HARUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHI!!!!!!!'
Akira's head whipped towards the direction of where the voice came from, and saw a blond-haired blur whooshed by her, and tackled Haruhi.
'HARUHI! DADDY WAS SO WORRIED. WHY ARE YOU OUTSIDE THE SECOND MUSIC ROOM?' Tamaki screamed next to Haruhi's ear, hugging her tightly.
'Can't… breathe…' Haruhi struggled against his arms.
'YOU… and HIM…?' Akira was shocked beyond words, she muttered darkly, 'I know where I've heard your name…' Her mind flew to the different girls in her class squealing 'Haruhi-kun'.
'Host Club,' Akira's eyes narrowed.
'Eh? Akira-chan? What are you doing here with Haruhi?' Tamaki asked, innocently.
'ACCIDENT, I THOUGHT this was an ACCIDENT. Well, it's SO clear now. Fujioka Haruhi. I'M SUCH A FOOL. IT'S A HOST CLUB SABOTAGE. NOTHING IS WORSE TO A VIOLINIST THAN TO INJURE HER HAND,' Akira screamed.
'No, no, no,' Haruhi tried to defend herself, 'I didn't mean to… really. I'm really sorry. It was purely an accident…'
'THERE'S NO USE LYING. I'M SURE THE INSOLENT SHADOW KING AND THIS IDIOT BLODND IS BEHIND THIS. Because of my GRUDGE against Host Club, and my hindering-your-profits! YOU HURT ME INTENTIONALLY SO THAT I CAN'T PARTICIPATE IN THE MUSIC FESTIVAL. SO THAT I WOULD CANCEL THE REHEARSALS, AND SO THE GIRLS CAN COME TO THE HOST CLUB. SO THAT YOU (to Tamaki) CAN GO BACK TO YOUR HOST CLUB ACTIVITIES RATHER THAN BEING THE PIANIST!'
'No, really, it's not like that… ' Haruhi said weakly.
'WELL. GUESS WHAT? THOSE ARE NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. EVEN WITH AN INJURY, I'M NOT QUITTING ANYTHING. I'M STILL GOING TO PLAY THE VIOLIN! NO MATTER WHAT!'
'Akira-chan. We did not plan this, I assure you. It is not our intention to sabotage your Music Department, and I was and am still very excited to be your pianist,' Tamaki said seriously.
'LIKE I'M GOING TO BELIEVE YOU, YOU OBNOXIOUS BLOND!'
'Haruhi will not do something like that. I give you my word for this,' Tamaki continued.
'YOUR WORD DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING. You HATE the Music Department. Your precious Host Club DESTROYED MY MUSIC DEPARTMENT LAST YEAR, and you're doing it AGAIN!'
'Akira-chan, please listen to reason. I do NOT hate the Music Department. Rather, I love music. Just… I do not agree with your ways of dealing with music,' Tamaki said.
'MY way? Oh… now you're REFERRING to my leadership? My talent? My musicianship?' Akira challenged.
'No. Just how you hold rehearsals. Have you ever reflect upon the fact that girls choose the Host Club rather than your Music Department? Maybe because they're not having FUN, Akira-chan. You concentrate on perfection all the time, you neglect the FUN of music, the WARMTH of music and the PASSION for music,' Tamaki said.
Akira pondered on this a bit. 'You don't know anything!'
'I do, and I am right. People would rather accept others being at fault than admitting their own wrongs. You blame everything onto the Host Club, rather than acknowledging your own faults. You are biased against us, and even this incident! Upon hearing Haruhi being involved in the Host Club, you immediately started blaming Haruhi for intentionally hurting your fingers, than her… HIS carelessness, the fact that this is simply an accident. How would you succeed?' Tamaki questioned.
Akira stood speechless. She hated to admit that the obnoxious blond actually had some sense. She didn't know what to say.
'A…Akira…-senpai… I'm really really sorry about it. I was trying to run to the Third Music Room with this shorter route. It is entirely MY fault, MY carelessness… please forgive me,' Haruhi pleaded, with her adorable eyes.
Akira softened a bit, but scoffed, 'I… just… be careful next time…' Then opened the Second Music Room door, and went inside quickly.
Haruhi bent down to pick up the remaining shards of glass. Tamaki said, 'Leave it to the janitors, they'll clean it up. Are you alright?'
'Yea… Thanks, Tamaki-senpai.'
Tamaki blushed, 'Let's go…'
Just then, the Second Music Room doors opened, and Akira poked her head out, 'Suoh, duet rehearsal's here at 5, after your club hours and after my orchestra rehearsals. Be on time.' And she went back in again.
Tamaki chirped, 'Okay! See you later then!' Then with pulled Haruhi's hand, and went skipping back to the Third Music Room.
Back in the Second Music Room.
Akira pondered, 'Fun? Warmth? Passion? Are these the keys to the missing elements of our piece? But how could I bring them to the orchestral piece?'
Akira closed her eyes momentarily, and saw Haruhi's brown eyes. Warmth, she thought, Wait… what am I thinking? He's in the bloody Host Club!
Akira shook it off, and took out her violin, and played. Her hand didn't hurt, just slightly uncomfortable, but still managed to play the violin. Akira looked at her injured hand and saw the hello-kitty bandage, and saw Haruhi's brown eyes in her mind's eye again. AHHHH! Stay out of my head!!!!
A/N: Haha. Quite unexpected, eh? I DID say Tamaki belongs with Haruhi. Doesn't mean there can't be crushes or other romantic entanglement involving either of them. x))) Oh well. It might even be a catalyzer for the TxH relationship. xD Who knows?? Well. I do. But... zip. My lips are sealed.
Next up: duet practice. x)
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