Fufufu, Chapter Three. Review. Review. Review. Review. Review, PLEASE!
I'm sorry if anyone (Read: Haruhi) is OOC
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A tower…as if she was nothing more than a princess to be locked away. But there was more to it. There had to be.
And Haruhi saw that right away. Their was a single set of elaborate winding stairs that led up to her "quarters," and undoubtedly the double doors that led to a smaller set of stairs locked…with a chain…and probably had dogs…or something like that…
Due to Yoshino's personality, Haruhi wouldn't be surprised if it were true.
Sora led her past the elaborate stairs, double doors, and after the double doors stood a smaller, plain staircase. The staircase stood in the middle of the room. Surrounding it looked like a lobby, complete with shiny floors and potted plants.
"Your quarters are four stories, alright? This is the first floor, what is considered as the 'entertaining area,' as you can see. The second floor is actual entertainment, couches, televisions, et cetera. The third and fourth floors are connected in a way. That is your bedroom, closets, bathroom and so forth. No one is allowed past the double doors but you and whomever you invite in. Not even Yoshino. It is family policy that privacy means everything, to a certain extent…" Sora explained before hurrying out, but not before casting a warm smile Haruhi's way.
Haruhi was alone, again. Completely, utterly, hopelessly alone.
She let out a deep sigh. Her eyes traveled to the bags placed around the lobby. Of course Yoshino would make her lug all of that up the stairs and put it away herself. Damn rich bitch…
She grabbed the smallest bag and unzipped it, rummaging around until she found what she wanted.
Her family, in so many ways.
On either side of the stairs were two tables with vases on them. A dozen red and white roses splayed out on each table.
Haruhi gently pushed the vases back, so they rested on the back of the table and leaned against the stair's pillars. She quietly placed the picture frames on both tables.
On the left table were the pictures of her and her parents. Single portraits, family photos, and on picture of Kotoko, herself, and her father when he was Ryoji sitting on a beach somewhere. She smiled slightly as her eyes drifted over the pictures.
On the right table were the pictures of her, the Host Club, and her Ouran friends. Pictures of Kasanoda Ritsu, Tamaki, Kyoya, Hikaru, Kaoru, Honey, Mori, her classmates. Everyone who she had come to deal with and care for. Her Ouran family.
She growled to herself as she lugged the bags to the third level, where she simply threw the down. She looked around, and what she saw surprised her slightly.
The entire third floor acted as a closet, with two guest rooms off to the right side. Couches, chairs, tables, and even a television stood in the middle of all the chaos.
She shook her head and mumbled, "Damn rich bastards…" as she sauntered up the stairs to her bedroom, which she really didn't want to see.
To quickly looked to the left, where a large bathroom could be seen through the double doors once again. A small landing of tile soon met plush, crimson carpet. The entire room was done in crimson and gold with slashes of black, gray, and white.
The bed was on a raised platform, pushed against the wall in front of the stairs. To her right was a couch with two matching chairs, a coffee table, and a large television.
Much to her surprise, a large figure sat up from the couch.
He had Kazuo's gray eyes and black hair. However, he could be either Sora's or Kiyoto's child as well. But he had that sly grin plastered on his face.
"And so I meet you, the next heir." he walked up to her and looked down. He was so tall, he had to bend over her slightly just to be able to meet her eyes easier. Perhaps even taller than Mori.
"And who are you?" Haruhi asked, slightly rudely.
"Tatsuo Takahashi, youngest child of Kazuo Takahashi. At your service." he suddenly bowed and smiled, a genuine, kind smile.
"What are you doing here?" Haruhi asked blandly.
"I'm not sure. To warn you, I suppose? I have no purpose in the Takahashi family. Father has nine children, five boys and four girls. The girls are useful, yes, for alliances with other families. The boys? Only the eldest and second eldest are useful. Third and fourth sons? They betray their brother quicker than a snake will attack." Tatsuo's face lit up in a sly smirk.
"And you, the fifth son?" She asked curiously.
"I just want to play. What better position than with the heir! While they're all sucking up to grandmother, I plan on sticking to you, cousin.
"You see, it is a chess game, really. You and Yoshino Takahashi are opposing forces. She has the main part of the family. And you? You've gained important pieces. Those pieces being Uncle Sora, Uncle Kiyoto, and myself. The only neutral piece is Grandfather Akimitsu. I hope that this will be fun." He patted her head before sticking his hands in his pockets and walking away, down the stairs and out the doors.
Interesting character. What's more, he looked to be about Kyoya and Tamaki's age. Could Tatsuo really be Kyoya's long-lost twin brother? They both had the aura of a Shadow King, much to Haruhi's disdain.
She shook her head before taking out her laptop, a last-minute "goodbye for now" gift from the twins, and checked the email they set up for her.
Thankfully, her room had personal wireless internet. It was an open account, but locked solely to this room.
She clicked on the first email, out of about a dozen.
Haruhi! Are you alright? Are you alive? Are they feeding you? Are you…are you…coming back to…Ouran Academy?
That one was from Tamaki. And it posed the question that had slipped from her mind.
Would she go back to Ouran? It seemed unlikely, she was far away from the school and it would take a helicopter to get her their in time. Unless, by chance, their was a Takahashi mansion near the school.
She had no merit to return. Her debt was paid, she could get into any law school she wanted (if Yoshino allowed it, the damn rich bastard) and there really was nothing keeping her from returning.
Except for her memories.
Except for those she had learned to care for.
Except of the Host Club.
Would she return to Ouran?
Awh~ come on, please review. I'm starting to think that everyone is out to get me (which may be true, you never know...)
If you didn't notice, I love using ellipses marks (...) because I hate using - dashes.
Sorry if anyone (Um, you mean just Haruhi?) is OOC.
I'm starting to love Tatsuo, I have great plans for Shadow King Version 2.0 (perhaps...)
I may make this a pairing fanfic. Perhaps my two favorite pairings to be chosen from, no?
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WARNING: You are now entering aerie-art's Rant Corner. It is unnecessary to read.
Kufufu, welcome to the Rant Corner, Chapter 3 Version!
As was in the Rant Corner previously, I still have Algebra 1 homework and English homework! (and a few tests that I refuse to study for) (and one test in February that is an assessment that not everyone will take but my homeroom teach is still making us study/do worksheets for it which I don't understand). Oh~ how I loathe schoolwork, homework, studying, and school in general~
And my school band concert is coming up in 6 days and I haven't practiced my clarinet (yes, I play the freakin' clarinet) once. Good for me! And a play I'm being forced to do (for church) is in 5 days and I have a major role and I only know one line (and it's six whole words!). Good for me!
Maybe I'll have strep throat and won't have to do either? I can only hope~
Well, I better go do my six pages for English and my two for Algebra. Bye-bye~
(For now)