Ah~ so sorry if this doesn't make sense...I try, I really do...
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Tatsuo tossed Haruhi, literally, into her room before sprinting down the corridors. He curved into an abandoned hallway. His back hit the wall and he slid down, his hands trying to stop the steady flow of tears.
After the last salty tear fell, he wiped it away, he had to be strong. For Haruhi. For the future of the Takahashi family. For his mother, Yuna, who was the only one who had loved him since birth. For her, his one true love.
Yes, for her he had to be strong. He loved her. She held a special place in his heart. Of course, their was an age difference. He was sixteen, but his birthday was three months ago. She'd be fifteen in two weeks. There really wasn't much of a difference.
It wasn't the age difference that stopped him from claiming her. It was Yoshino Takahashi. The damned evil woman would never allow her grandson to marry, or even have a conversation with, a commoner. No, it would be a disgrace to the Takahashi conglomerate family. That was why he, Tatsuo Takahashi, known as the Manipulative Bastard by his siblings and friends, followed the heir, Haruhi Fujioka. She was his ticket to a happier life. To a life with her.
He knew Yoshino suspected him. He had been forced to harm, emotionally and physically, his beloved numerous times. A month ago, she walked by while they kissed in an abandoned corridor. He caught a glimpse of Yoshino and immediately went to self defense. He pinned his beloved against the wall, her arms above her head, tore her button-down shirt apart and sneered at her. Yoshino passed by and smiled at her grandson. After she had left, he fell to his knees and begged his beloved to forgive him.
He only allowed himself a few mementos from her. The locket from her mother, who gave it to her before being sent away to a Takahashi mansion in Europe somewhere to pay of her debt. He wore the locket, which was oval-shaped, on a long chain around his neck, carefully hidden within his baggy shirts. A plain silver bracelet with intricate engravings and their initials swirled together. He had bought a ring similar to the bracelet for her. And, of course, an updated picture of her within in wallet, which was on him constantly.
Thinking of her smiling face, he took out his wallet and stared intently at the picture. Her dark green eyes danced with true bliss. Her long black hair was put down, and it swirled to her lower back gracefully. A gentle smile tugged at her lips. He stood next to her, a small, barley noticeable smile tugging at his own lips and his eyes glimmering in rare joy. It had been taken when they first began to love for the first time in a long time. It had been taken shortly ago, when he was still fifteen. They haven't known each other long, but loved one another nonetheless.
He flipped the photo over, and read the scribbled words:
Tatsuo Takahashi and Mitsuki Sato. Love prevails over all, so keep beating down those who oppose your love. ~Love, A.
It had been him who took the picture. It had been him who wrote down the words of encouragement.
Akimitsu. The only one who knew the truth. The only supporter of his and hers. Another reason why he adores his grandfather so much.
"Tatsuo…are you alright?" a soft, familiar voice spoke, jarring him from his thoughts.
"Ah, Mitsuki." As she bent down to meet his gaze, he pulled her near, clinging to her and kissing her neck softly.
And all this time, as they kissed and he wept softly, a man known as Aito Kudo smiled, not a gentle smile, but one full of possible revenge.
Revenge that should not be taken out on an innocent bystander of the Takahashi Game.
Haruhi couldn't help but sigh and wonder what on earth Tatsuo was thinking. He was Shadow King Version 2.0 in her mind, and yet when he heard Yoshino…it was as if time had stopped. He panicked. But why?
Haruhi just couldn't figure it out.
Suddenly, her phone beeped, showing a text message from the Tamaki.
Guess where we are, Haruhi? Your grandmother and grandfather invited us to visit! We're on the way now. See you soon, my daughter!
Wait. Did he just say they're on their way right now? Did he just say that Yoshino invited them? She would have assumed Akimitsu. But Yoshino? Impossible. Plainly and simply impossible.
She fretted, wondering what her opponent was planning. Her natural lawyer instincts forced all sorts of scenarios into her heads. All she saw was motive after motive after motive.
Business deals through her friendship with them. Contracts. Agreements. All she saw was possible destruction.
There was indefinitely a motive. She just couldn't figure out what.
Haruhi wore a dress, by Yoshino's "request" (Read: Demand/Command/Order) to wait for them, the Host Club.
Despite earlier beliefs, she almost didn't want to see them. Despite how much she missed them, she wanted to protect them from Yoshino.
No one mulled around. She had expected all twelve cousins, aunts, and uncles to come. But no, it was Kazuo, Yoshino, Akimitsu, Haruhi, Sora, and Kiyoto. Not even Tatsuo had come.
Now that she thought about it…there were twelve cousins. Nine of which were from Kazuo and his wife, a Sasaki family bride named Yuna. Which means there were three children to be split between Sora and his Nakamura family bride, Asayo and Kiyoto and his Kimura family bride, Maki. She didn't expect that Kazuo would have the most children. He seemed more of the type to hate children.
Oh well, probably Yoshino's orders. Right now, "family" matters weren't her problem, the Host Club was.
As she waited patiently, yet uncomfortably, with her "family," she stared at the large doors.
And she wasn't even surprised when they suddenly burst open, revealing six handsome young men.
Tamaki, Honey, and the twins all rushed forward and bombarded her with questions. Naturally, Mori-sempai and Kyoya stood a slight distance away, assessing the situation with careful eyes. Or in Mori's case, watching and guarding Honey and the other Hosts with careful eyes.
Yoshino cleared her throat and smiled cheerfully, not like an evil, conniving woman that she is, and played the kind hostess, directing the Hosts and the others to a sitting room.
After everyone situated themselves, Yoshino smiled brightly and Kyoya finally asked the question that Haruhi was wondering herself (but more…politically and politely…)
"So, what do we owe the pleasure of being invited over to the Takahashi Mansion?"
"Simple. I hear you are all great friends with Haruhi-chan. I just wanted my dear granddaughter to see her friends again!" she smiled politely. But Haruhi, and Kyoya, seemed to notice how her voice hitched at the "Haruhi-chan" and "my dear granddaughter" parts.
"Is there more?" he questioned, an eyebrow cocked.
"Well…I want the best for Haruhi…so, I want to chose one of you six to be her husband." Yoshino almost sounded like an embarrassed schoolgirl as she spoke. But Haruhi could sense the black aura and danger seeping through her voice.
Wait, did she just say HUSBAND?
No, no, impossible. She was only fifteen! And marrying one of her best friends? Possible…but she didn't want that for them! She wanted them to find love and happiness, not be forced into it!
No, no. This couldn't be happening. She stared at Yoshino in shock before letting her gaze slid over to the Hosts. Mori and Kyoya wore blank expressions, though she saw Kyoya was thinking about the possible family ties and raise in profits. She saw Honey looking…well, adorable as usual. And the twins and Tamaki? Fiery passion burned in their eyes. They would win Haruhi back and make her come back to Ouran…as their fiancee.
And Yoshino? While the Hosts were thinking, she was smirking evilly. She couldn't wait to pick apart this young girl's life again and again.
That is just the way Yoshino Takahashi is.
Heehee, finally updated. Been awhile? Not really, compared to what my usual update date is, which is "whenevs". Sorry if anyone (Haruhi mostly... AND THE HOSTS) are OOC. Hmm, this is a really OC-oriented story, neh? I mean, I've counted about twenty-three OCs, future, previous, and current. So...yeah...
The first half answers the question, "Why is Tatuso afraid of Yoshino?" Well, it answered that. :)
So, sorry if nothing makes sense. I just really needed to throw the Host Club in. I mean, more drama to come involving Kiyoto, probably (heehee)... I miss Ranka...
So, um, yeah...That's that.
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WARNING: YOU ARE ENTER AERIE-ART'S RANT/CURRENT EVENTS(?) CORNER. It is unnecessary to read. But, well, yeah...
Um...Rant Time? I don't really rant, do I? When I rant, I YELL. So, yargh!~ (like a pirate sound?...)
I feel asleep during my English test and was halfway unconscious during it, so I probably failed. How do I fall asleep during a test? Easy, I always sleep at about that time of day. So, I underlined and wrote down a bunch of random things and handed it in. Then went back to "read" my book (aka, sleep some more).
Yeah~
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