Sorry if this chapter doesn't make much sense. And once again, sorry if anyone (Haruhi) is OOC. And I'LL TRY TO HAVE THE HOST CLUB be thrown into the Takahashi world as soon as I can think of a way to do it.
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Disclaimer: I don't own OHSHC.
She had slept in the plush bed, a little to comfortable for her tastes, and was served breakfast in the lobby on the first floor, which was surprisingly set up as a breakfast nook for the morning. She showered and bathed in the gray, black, and white tiled bathroom with its extremely large bath. She had dressed in clothes from her closet.
But it was not home to her.
Nothing in the closet suited her tastes. It took her forever to find simple (designer) jeans and a (designer) t-shirt. She just wanted some comfortable shoes, but the best she could find were a pair of black Converse.
It was not her home. But it had to be. She had no home. She had no one to go home to.
As she towel-dried her short, dark brown hair, she opened up her laptop and checked her emails once again.
She had twenty-eight unopened messages in her inbox.
Seventeen were from Tamaki. Nine from Hikaru and Kaoru. One was from Honey-sempai and Mori-sempai. One, surprisingly, was from Kyoya. Of course, it was to inform her that her debt had been paid in full. As if that wasn't obvious.
She read through all of them quickly, and found that Tamaki's all said the same thing:
Are you alright? Are you coming back to school. How are you?
She had been gone for only a short awhile and already she was bombarded with these questions. Did they think that the Takahashi family was going to kill her? Well, maybe Yoshino, but not the others. Even Kazuo had to have some sense of right from wrong. Well, maybe.
A soft knock on the doors caused Haruhi to jump slightly. She didn't expect anyone. In fact, Yoshino might just have locked the doors so Haruhi would rot away.
"Um…Haruhi-sama?" a timid voice called.
"Uh, yes, come in." she called back. A tiny, black-haired, green-eyed girl came in.
"I'm here to clean up the breakfast dishes. Did…did the food suit your tastes?" her hands visibly shook as she piled the dishes onto a cart.
Haruhi walked down from the second floor and helped her put the dishes on the cart.
"Oh! No, no, Haruhi-sama, this is my job." her voice rose a pitch higher, she was sincerely frightened.
That was when Haruhi noticed the bandages wrapped around the girl's hands.
Being as gentle as she could, Haruhi grabbed her hands and inspected them. The poor girl, who only looked about fourteen, whimpered in pain.
"What happened?" Haruhi demanded, her natural lawyer instincts kicking in before she could stop them.
"Nothing! I swear, Haruhi-sama, it was absolutely nothing!" the girl pulled away from the perplexed Haruhi.
"No, it's not 'nothing,' you will tell me now." she whispered soothingly, yet demandingly, to the young girl.
"Madame Takahashi was giving me a warning, see, it was really nothing." the girl laughed uncomfortably.
"A warning about what?" Haruhi asked, being quite assertive.
"N-not to befriend you, or talk to you, or look at you, or anything like that…" she mumbled, barely audible to Haruhi's ears. However, Haruhi still heard it. She heard every word. And they sent a wave of anger towards her heart, and her rational mind. She was truly starting to despise the woman named Yoshino Takahashi.
"Well, makes sure you go to a doctor for whatever it was she did. I won't tell Yoshino anything. Now, what's your name?" she sighed.
"M-Mitsuki, Mitsuki Sato. I'm fourteen, almost fifteen, and I work for y-your family, Haruhi-sama." Mitsuki suddenly perked up.
"Don't you have an education?" Haruhi's eyebrows snapped together and her eyes silted.
"Well, there aren't many kids who work here. The youngest is twelve. We…we all have a debt to pay, in some form or another. So we work here as payment to Madame Takahashi."
"You didn't answer my question." Haruhi growled softly.
"Yes, we serve the family until noon then walk to a building a few kilometers away for classes until five, when we go back to serving. Then we can break for dinner." she stuttered, answering Haruhi's question by dazzling it as best as she could.
"That's no education. That's no way of life." Haruhi snarled.
"It's the best we'll ever get. Master Takahashi even brought in an excellent tutor, and sends us all to college. Madame Takahashi doesn't really approve of it, but…Oh my! I have to be leaving. I must go and prepare lunch in the kitchen!" Mitsuki said before taking the cart and pushing it out the door, sliding it down the steps, and running through the hallways.
The thought occurred to Haruhi before. But now she was sure of it.
Yoshino dominated the family had played Akimitsu like a puppet. And even though Akimitsu hated the way she treated everyone, he couldn't stop it. But the question is, why?
She did not eat lunch with the family, she didn't think she was invited. Instead, she asked Sora to take her to Akimitsu's office. Sora agreed, but wondered why she wanted to go there.
Sora showed her to a plain set of doors and pushed her in.
Akimitsu's office was plain as day. It was in dark browns, greens, and reds and the furniture was all dark, worn leather.
"Yes, what is it, granddaughter?" Akimitsu asked her.
"G-grandfather, um, where will I be attending school? I wish to stay in Ouran Academy." Using the name "grandfather," was still new to Haruhi, causing her to stutter. She would prefer to call him Akimitsu-san, but wished to respect his wishes.
"I cannot say. As you've guessed, my wife does not want you to be happy. She was heartbroken when Kotoko abandoned us, and the family name. However she was previously broken before then. I would say wait awhile before asking again, Haruhi. Only time can tell." Akimitsu lowered his head into his hands. He actually looked intimidating, sitting in the large leather chair behind the enormous oak desk.
Haruhi shook her head, acting defeated.
"Can I at least invite my friends over?" she asked curiously, wanting to know Akimitsu's answer.
"I suppose a few days from now, during the weekend, it would be nice to become acquainted with the children of the Ootori, Hitachiin, Morinozuka, Haninozuka, and Suoh families. I agree. If Yoshino complains, tell her I agreed to it." Akimitsu smiled brightly at her, then turned his attention to a photo frame sitting on his desk. His eyes filled with sadness and hurt.
She shook her head as she walked back to her tower. As she turned a corner, she ran into Tatsuo. He wore black jeans, a black dress shirt, and a red tie. It was his way of rebelling against the "dress code" of the family's.
"Oh, Tatsuo." she rubbed her nose gently, for it had been her face that collided with his chest, which was surprisingly hard.
"Oh, Haruhi." he slyly smirked. Voices drifted near them, and Tatsuo's eyes widened.
"Quickly, Yoshino is coming. It's best to get you back." Tatsuo grabbed her wrist and pulled her along, dragging her back.
Why was Tatsuo so afraid of Yoshino, that is, if he really is?
Who is in that photograph on Akimitsu's desk?
And what did Akimitsu mean by "she was broken before then?"
This week it seemed as if Haruhi's mind was always hazy, confused, and it seemed as if she was becoming irrational, much to her chagrin.
Ohohoho, sorry if anyone (Haruhi) is OOC.
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When I read this, I think everything made sense up until Mitsuki entering. I think Haruhi may have become OOC back there...and up until the end...
Tatsuo~~~my darling, Shadow King Version 2.0 shouldn't be afraid of the Wicked Witch of the West~~~so grow a backbone, would you? (I can't believe I'm speaking to my own OC.)
Nope, no other new OCs other than Mitsuki. I thought about putting butler-san in there, but then where would Mitsuki (because she'll eventually possibly have a large role in this story) come in? I thought about putting in another of Kazuo's many brats...children...things...or maybe one of Sora's or Kiyoto's children. Actually, I really wanted to place Kiyoto in here but decided not to. Tatsuo, Kiyoto, and Sora have really grown on me. So if I make a character death, I'll probably spare those. Main point being IF.
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Oh~ Is that a sublimial message, aerie-chan?
Yes~ and who are you calling "aerie-chan?"
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There you go, that's the way.
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WARNING: YOU ARE NOW ENTERING AERIE-ART'S RANT CORNER VERSION CHAPTER 4. It is unnecessary to read. Enter at your own risk.
Nothing, to rant about, eh?
Well, I have to choose a Science Fair project by Monday, I was one of the chosen students to take place in a nation-wide educational assessment in February (and I really don't wanna do it), and I still haven't memorized any lines for the play I'm being forced to do in...3 days...and I have practice in one day and was supposed to memorize my lines by then. Oh well! Also, I've been sick lately. One week ago I had a perforated ear drum and now I have a cold. YEAH~ NO SCHOOL!~
Jk...not really...
Bye-bye, See you, again~desu. (Haru's Haru Haru Interview: Dangerous!) That's an actual thing for Reborn! and well, yeah.
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