Enchantment
By: Guiltshow
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but what do you really need to own to live?
Chapter Four:Hide And Seek
Ransom notes keep falling at your mouth
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
Speak no feeling no I don't believe you
You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit
The air had a certain bounce as a young girl began her way down the flowered path to her destination. As her heeled shoes clacked against the stone flooring, her thoughts were concentrated on her motivation: to track down the bastard who added more money onto her lunch bill. Her large eyes blinked as she collided with a strong figure. Looking up, she blinked and offered an apology and left to find Kyoya...leaving the victim in the dust.
It had been four months since she had learned the darkest secret of three wealthy men. She had learned to cope with the fact that they weren't as suspicious as they seemed to be. In fact, beside the disgusting dress of putrid yellow and the heels of Hell, she was enjoying herself at the Ouran institute. She had to "kindly" thank a certain dark-haired vampire for leaving her with the tab yet again.
Placing her pale hands onto the golden knob, she turned it and entered a music room. She shut her eyes to avoid all floating flower petals that would stick to her eyes. She was surprised to see no outrageous greeting, no flowery death. She smiled with hesitation as she took another step unto the now granite floor. Inside was a sanctuary for all delirious women. Her smile now morphed into a stiff line as her eyes narrowed on a target. All the women were surrounding him, and he let them shower him with praise and compliments.
"Haru-chan! Look Haru-chan! It's strawberry cake! Your favorite, ne?" A young, German boy laughed like a cherub; if they could they would add wings and a halo to the loli-shota. "Would you care to join us, Haru-chan?"
"Oh, Hunny. I will sit out on this one. Maybe when we get home." She lightly smiled to the girls that crowded around her surrogate child. She certainly couldn't resist his innocence. Together they both sat together and talked about many things. Haruhi would learn more about vampires, and Hunny would learn more about Haruhi's child hood. Although, at times, it seemed fuzzy. Hunny would grow quiet when she would sit on her bed, her hands hiding her face as she tried to search for something missing. He would always apologize, though Haruhi would never understand why. It wasn't like it was his fault. She simply thought her over-loving father had dropped her on her head a few times, leaving her memories a bit hazy. She knew the basics of what happened in her life, and why waste her precious time trying to remember when she could simply make new memories with her new friends? Even if she felt something missing...
"HARUHI! My beloved daughter! Have you missed daddy?" The shrill of his voice could send girls to their dream lands but to Haruhi he was simply annoying.
"Tamaki-san, I just saw you an hour ago..." Haruhi gazed viciously past Tamaki to Kyoya and those...trollops.
"In an hour, anything could happen, my beloved." Now a blonde-haired, French man had his attention on Kyoya and his clients as well. "Come now, Haruhi. Jealousy does not beseech you. We all know Kyoya loves you..." He let out a small puff of air, and ruffled her long head of caramel hair. "None-the-less, you are valuable to me as well. You know you have my love! My fair maiden, please go out with me!" Tamaki swirled around her, and made her feel light-headed with the faint smell of gardenias.
"Tamaki-san, I must go get dressed. Also, Kyoya does not love me. We are on an neutral contract of friendly feelings. We signed it and what not. Now, please excuse me..." She sighed, and smiled before casting a glance at Kyoya. Their eyes locked, his onyx pair on her own shade of sierra. Her smile faded away softly as she turned to go change. Picking up her new knap-sack(for she had misplaced the other one somewhere, she forgot), she made her way to the back of the room and into the bathroom.
Taking off her clothing and putting on a cotton white shirt and green overalls, she stared at herself in the mirror. She hadn't changed much. She had gotten a few noticeable curves, and her hair had grown out with the persuasion of Kyoya. She frowned, and turned to the side to inspect the way she looked. Pulling her hair up into a messy bun, she brushed off the dirt from her work uniform and the negative thoughts that filled her mind. It wasn't as if she cared what Kyoya thought of her.
'Heh. That rich bastard could care less what happened to me...' she bitterly thought to herself, as she jammed her dress into the bag. Slinging it over her small, petite shoulders, she took a deep breath. 'That bastard can be so persuasive at times. It's definitely annoying. I'm sure if I were a man I would be fooled by his looks...'
Almost kicking down the door in frustration, it swung out with much momentum to be stopped as it smacked a figure. The door stopped moving and it left a man on the floor. She breathed in deeply, and almost dropped to her knees.
"Oh my. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to do that...Really I - OH! Look at the time. I'm late! Sorry again." She smiled weakly, and bowed deeply before leaving him there. Getting up, he smiled softly and rubbed his head. Haruhi turned her head to look at him to make sure everything was alright, and slowed down. She turned her whole body to look at his large frame, and his well-dressed figure. Her cheeks blazed with heat as she bowed one more time before leaving him.
He looked so familiar; Haruhi clutched her bag to her chest, attempting to dull the pain. She rounded the corner, the granite turned to marble as she slowed down from her sprint.
"Dear mother in Heaven, what is wrong with me..." She whispered into the empty hallway, and sighed as the walls ate her words into nothing. She turned to open a door that would lead her out into the elaborate garden that surrounded the school and led to the front courtyard. This school simply had too much money on their hands.
She let the sun beam down onto her heated face, and she allowed the breeze to spin her around. This was her favorite place to reside in. After all, no one was allowed in the forest, so this was a quite nice constellation prize. The Fujioka didn't even know what was so nice about the forest. It seemed so melancholy and lonely.
Taking her time to venture into the outside Eden, Haruhi looked at the sun's position. Maybe she had a few minutes to spare before she had to go onto the cattle farm. She walked toward her favorite oak. It was large in size, and towered over everything. It's wisdom sparked through it's old branches and this tree had a certain appeal to her eyes. Slowing down her pace, she sat underneath it's shade. She let her long lashes cover her eyes as she let out a small yawn.
"Just a few minutes...won't hurt..."
She was not actually asleep, rather she let the thoughts sweep over her mind...leading her to think about her purpose in life. She had spent so much time with the trio of vampires. They had celebrated her's and Hunny's birthday; they had experienced true troubled times with Haruhi's frequent and alarming headaches. Together they had become, dare she say it, best friends.
When The Host Club began, Haruhi was certainly skeptical. She believed it showed how cliche a man was, and how silly the girls were for wanting such a fake romance. Through time she began to see why they came back: to see people that wouldn't treat them poorly. She was sure that they all had to come here so their parents could get a hefty price on their marriages. It truly made her admire the girls for their last attempts with happiness, no matter how artificial it was.
"Haruhi, it is time to get up..."
A velvet voice came into her head, as she shifted her position. Her nose was filled with a vague, familar scent...was it cinnamon? No, was it mint? What was it...
"Haruhi, it's time to awake..."
She shut her eyes even tighter. Maybe if she stayed still, he would stay there. She would be able to obtain this pleasure for a few more minutes.
"Haruhi, don't give up on me just yet..."
Haruhi bolted up, and saw no one there. Her head was pounding, as she felt the world around her swirl. She quickly dropped on all fours, and let the food she had eaten an hour again regurgitate onto the soft grass. Her pleasurable moment was now quickly vanishing, as a sweeping feel of intensity rushed through her veins.
Tears welled in her eyes, as she thought to herself wondering what had caused this violent attack on her. A few times it was because she went into the forest, and was over flooded with emotion that she certainly questioned. Other times it had been due to too much remembering of things dealing with something unknown. She hung her head low, and tried to breathe without letting out a muffled sob. These headaches would soon get the best of her.
"Tsk. Haruhi, are you alright? The doctor told you thinking to much will give you those migrains. Here, take this..." A cool voice broke the silence as Kyoya squatted down to the sick girl. If only she knew how fragile and pale she looked. It certainly worried him for the most part. Even through the three of them to try to cheer up Haruhi, she always seemed so lonely, so sad. He wiped the sweat off of her forehead, and the wiped her mouth, before giving her an encouraging smile. "It's all for the best; I promise you, you will be fine if you just stop thinking so much about the past. All you need is me...no one else. I will protect you..."
Instead of getting an embrace, Kyoya had somehow choose the wrong words. Haruhi began to throw up more, as more tears came out of her red eyes.
"Kyoya, what is wrong with me...I heard a voice. I'm going senile, am I not?"
"Haruhi, if you would stop thinking-"
"How can I stop thinking? You don't care, do you?"
"Haruhi...I'm sorry. You need to just stop trying to remember things."
"Of course."
"Haruhi, it is for the best."
"Of course it is."
Kyoya stared as Haruhi looked up at him, her face lost in a sea of confusion. Picking her up, he held her close.
"All these years, Haruhi. Why do you think I do anything, unless it is for your best interest?"
She didn't speak, or rather she couldn't. She felt a welcoming sleep catch up to her, and she fell asleep instantly in her friend's arms.
"Thank you, Tamaki. Haruhi...It's getting worse. How come, Tamaki? Please explain it to me again." Kyoya didn't stop to look up, for his eyes were welling up with concern for the love of his life.
"Well, Kyoya, I guess it is because of Takashi...We both know his type can't cast any enchantments on a human like we can, but his bond with Haruhi...it seems to strong for me to break. Every minute she spent with him was imprinted in her. Just because she doesn't remember, doesn't mean it isn't there. The memories of him will remain there...Kyoya, I think we have made a mista-"
"Silence," whispered a dangerously low voice that came from Kyoya. "I never make mistakes. You simply didn't do your job to the best of your abilities..."
"Kyoya-san, I apologize, but I believe that this isn't my fault. I did my best, and you need to stop being absorbed. Haruhi is not a possession. She is a human girl..."
"Say it again, Suoh, and I promise that you will be run out of town like you had to last time, and there won't be a place to hide..."
"Yes, Ootori-san. I must be off."
With that, the shadow of Suoh Tamaki had left Kyoya's shaking figure. He was furious to say the least. It was never his fault. It was all Takashi's fault for harming Haruhi. He simply could not be forgiven. These past months of making Haruhi feel better seemed meaningless. If he had to force his love upon, then so be it he would.
He looked up at the now evening sun, it's red, circular shape was lovely. The orange rippled in and the deepest purples had faded on the horizon. He smiled unsurely, trying to make out the beauty of the sun. He didn't know whether it was because of the moon finally coming out or if the sun truly had moved him, he felt some of his worries leave him. He stared down at the slumbering girl, and leaned in. His cool breath soothed her hot head; he placed his lips onto the top of her head, and felt satisfied.
"Haruhi, my love, you will never be able to hide from me."
With that being said for only the garden to hear, he took his leave to her house. In the back of his head, he had a bad feeling that her remembering things wasn't the worst to come. Kyoya never planned on the actual cause of his problem to be attending the school the next day...
Haruhi was in a endless sleep. She couldn't get over the fact that lately, her dreams had become very good dreams filled a certain French fellow that openly pined for her; okay, so maybe it wasn't the best of dreams, but it certainly kept her asleep from her normal insomnia.
Just as Tamaki began to bestow gifts by her throne, the words coming out of his mouth became muted. Slowly everything began to disappear: first it was the garments on the mannequins, then the gifts and then the chair. Haruhi panicked and looked at Tamaki who slowly faded away...leaving her alone with the darkness.
"Haruhi."
Haruhi whipped her head around, and a shadow stood by her. She tried to find the owner of the shadow, but her eyes couldn't find the thing that hid from her. She felt a presence standing right in front of her. She felt this nothing touch her face; she heard this voice repeat itself, mumbling apologies. She reached out and felt out a face. Slowly her fingers felt out his high cheek bones, then they brushed against his closed eyes. They trailed down to his mouth, and then to his neck. She saw nothing but felt something.
"Haruhi, can you not remember yet? I'm right here...ready to be found."
"What...do you mean? Where - More importantly who are you? Who..." Haruhi stopped her interrogation as she stared at him for an instance. His quick flash of cobalt eyes, his wild, jet black hair, his broad shoulders. "Mo-" Suddenly, he was gone. She sat alone in the darkness, trying to figure out who he was. She frowned, and tried to control her dream. She wanted to see him again.
"We are leaving. Haruhi. Listen, if you value your life you will never step foot in here. That monster...he stares at you as if you were to be eaten. It's truly disgusting. Let us go."
"Kyoya?"
She shut her eyes tightly, as random sentences filled her ears. She never recalled having a conversation like this before. Had she not sporadically awoken, she would have discovered more than needed.
As Haruhi sat up, she felt the sweat pour down her back. She stared at her hands, and rubbed her eyes in frustration. Haruhi looked over and found that Hunny's futon wasn't occupied. Judging by the position of the moon, it was pretty late. Her brow furrowed in concern as she slowly got up from her bed. Her headache was still there; Haruhi sighed, before rubbing the bridge of her nose. She made sure not to make any extreme movements(for that would increase her headache) and sluggishly moved down the stairs. She entered the vacant bar, and saw a small candle light. She followed it out the door and stopped when she saw Hunny enter the forest. To say the least, Hunny holding a miniature cake with a candle was suspicious, but going into the forest added more questions to her head. She stepped onto the soft flooring of soil. She took another step, and another trying to keep her knees from collapsing on her. She got a few feet into the forest before she had to collapse in frustration. Going any further would make the headache unbearable.
"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear friend. Happy birthday to you," giggled a small, familar boy. "It's your birthday, ne? I thought...this would be nice. It would be nice to see you again...it's like old times, right?"
"Ah."
"I'm sorry...It couldn't be helped. Please forgive me..."
"Mitsukuni, thank you."
"You are welcome. I best be off, Haruhi isn't doing so well...I feel worried about her."
"Something is wrong with her?"
"I guess. She's been getting these awful headaches...I feel so bad sometimes."
"It can't be helped, Mitsukuni. So how long have you been...this way."
"Ne? OH! Right. Um...about. I dunno. Eight years?" Hunny stopped his words, and clucked his tongue. "Silly. You know you couldn't prevent it. I really have to go. She has been listening for a while...Yes. I understand. Happy birthday, cousin."
Haruhi wobbled back over to the patch of grass on the side of her house. She took a deep breath and tried to steady her spinning vision.
"Haru-chan. What would your papa say if he knew you eavesdropped?"
Hunny appeared before her squinted eyes. She smiled weakly, and looked up at him. Her best friend.
"Hunny...whose birthday was it?"
"My cousin's..."
"Why don't you invite him over?"
"Because he isn't allowed yet, Haru-chan. It's complicated."
"Oh...okay."
"Silly girl. You are tired,ne?"
"I guess."
"Okay. Let's go."
With Hunny's assistance, in no time they were back to her room. She let a small puff of air from her mouth go into the air. Being layered with an endless amount of blankets, she laughed softly.
"I think that is enough, Hunny."
"Oh, Haru-chan. We both know you get cold just by touching us. Heehee. You are lucky that your papa is naive enough to think I'm only ten, Haru-chan." Hunny's voice got huskier as he crept to her bed.
"Mhm. Hunny, you should go feed. You are beginning to change, and I'm not feeling the best to let you partake in my blood."
Hunny blinked, and his pupils stopped dilating. Looking down at his matured form, he grinned.
"I guess so, Haru-chan. I'll stay with you until you fall asleep, ne?"
"That would be nice of you, Hunny." She rolled to face him, brown eyes narrowing in seriousness. "I mean it though, no blood from me."
"I promise, Haru-chan. I will not unless I have permission."
"Okay, good night..."
"G'night Haruhi...now sleep for me, okay?"
"Mhm..."
Hunny's eyes grazed her sleeping body, and sighed. He wouldn't even try, not with her emaciated body looking like that. He stood up, and stretched. His hands easily flattened against the ceiling. He smiled again, with a feeling of broken love as he bent over. Kissing her softly on the forehead and then the cheek, he left with that token of unspoken affection towards the girl. Racing through the forest, his bright blue eyes pierced the shrubbery.
"Yum. Rabbit."
The sun beams tugged at her sleeping face. She got up with much restraint, but some how she felt happy. Today felt like a good day. Her sleep was nice, and it was about her mother. Nothing could get any better. She stared at the blood trail from the window to Hunny's bed. There slept the small vampire in all his innocence. She sighed. He always made a mess. After cleaning up her room and removing any traces of the red liquid, she tended to herself and placed a light purple dress made out of cotton. Slipping it over her head, it softy touched the back of her knees. She had to thank Kyoya for it. This dress seemed to be almost as simplistic as her. Needless to say it was her favorite birthday present. She blinked, and tilted her head. Hadn't Hunny mention a birthday? She sighed. Her memory had been fading in and out; she began to worry about her health.
Closing the door with a silent thud, Haruhi made her way down the stairs.
"Darling dove! I have made something for Kyoya-kun," Ranka giggled and handed his daughter a bento. "Now, off with you. I want you to be quick."
Haruhi left for her father shoved her out the door forcefully. She couldn't help but twitch. His father had forgotten to make her one. Eyes narrowed as she made it down the street. The signs of industrialization showed through the small town. The western garb and the mechanics coming in from England. Haruhi looked at the new faces of men - young and old. A flash of red stood out from the crowd, and when she turned another head bestowing strawberry hues stood out. Was she seeing double? Rubbing her eyes, she reprimanded herself for being so flighty and made her way to the school. Dodging normal students, she made her way down the marble hallway. Her acute ears picked up the sounds of yelling. She moved quickly.
"Why must Kyoya be angry so early in the day?" She thought to herself as she opened the magohany doors to his classroom. The scene replayed in her eyes the moment it happened. Kyoya was standing there, his eyes flashing from topaz to aquamarine, his hair growing longer with each second. She gasped, trying not to be captivated with his beauty. How could someone be so beautiful? Tears flooded in her eyes, as she tried to look away. He was just so breath-takingly so. It had been the first time Haruhi had seen Kyoya's vampire side. Of course his actions weren't as appealing. He lifted up a tall man by the thoart against the wall, pushing him harder and harder up. The man didn't seem to struggle. He just stared blankly as he took the abuse.
"I told you to stay away from her, Takashi!" Kyoya's icy voice stopped Haruhi from interferring. His malice and hatred...a side she hadn't seen until now.
"I...can't." He croaked, as he looked down at Kyoya.
"Why? Do you not value your life? More importantly...do you not value Haruhi's?"
"I can't...You might as well kill me. Having her not know me...it is toture enough. The pain...is unbearable."
"You think it's my fault? A monster like you...has no right to fall in love with a girl like her."
"You are right..." His voice sounded so hollow and empty. Haruhi looked at the tall man. She stared at him, but nothing came over her. She didn't know who he was. She took a step, and then another.
"Kyoya-san!" She shouted, as her steps became faster. "What do you think you are doing to him?"
"Haruhi...go away. This is not of your importance."
"I do not know who this man is, but you are treating him like he is below you. Do you not care? You are no better than he is. Now let him go...or I will never forgive you."
"...Does he mean that much to you, Haruhi?"
"I-I-I...don't know. Just...please. Release him."
The releasing of Kyoya's foe was unexpected. Takashi struggled for breath, and with Haruhi's assistance had gotten up. She smiled up at the stranger and smiled.
"Hi again..."
"Hello."
Kyoya stared with unbelieving eyes. No. He wouldn't give up. He slowly changed to his normal form, though his eyes still were covered with ice.
"You can't say a word, Takashi...Or, it could mentally kill her."
Takashi paled as he looked down at the innocent girl...the love of his life.
"Ah..."
Kyoya coldly turned away and pointed the door.
"Haruhi-chan...take him. I believe I'm getting sick to my stomach just being with this filth."
Haruhi's eyes snapped over to Kyoya as he sat down at his desk. She opened her mouth to speak and then closed it.
"Let's go..."
"Ah..."
They turned and left Kyoya to his plotting. He would not give up. Haruhi and Takashi quietly went down the hallway with no conversation what so ever.
"So...I'm Fujioka Haruhi. And you are?" Haruhi said uneasily, as she looked up at the striking young man.
"Takashi..."
"Mori...It's nice to meet you." She blinked and blushed. "I'm sorry...I don't know where that came from."
"Ah. I don't mind it. It's a nice name."
Haruhi couldn't help but smile as they walked along, there steps in sync. Suddenly, Mori stopped and grabbed a hold of Haruhi's wrist. He cupped her face with his other tan hand and lifted her chin so their eyes connected.
"Haruhi...have you really forgotten?"
"Eh...I'm sorry Mo-Takashi-san. I don't know what you are talking about."
He pulled closer to her, until their bodies molded into one. There faces slowly drawing nearer as he stared passionately into Haruhi's confused eyes.
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A/N - Done! Yay. Thank you for the reviews. I know it is Monday...but a different Monday. Ahaha. I hope you enjoyed this fabricated chapter. I really tried for you guys. I hope it wasn't vague or confusing.
What will happen to Haruhi? Does Hunny love Haruhi? Why is Kyoya so possessive of Haruhi? Did anyone notice a certain pair of Hosts in the crowd? Why am I asking these rhetorical questions? Will they be answered in the next chapter? Why haven't you reviewed yet?
I basically have the jist of the next chapter to come. Um...but I don't have song lyrics yet. You will find out a bit more about Kyoya's past along with the relationship of Mori's and Hunny's. It may take a few more weeks, aheh...unless there are alot of reviews.
About the beta-ing. PM me if you a definitely interested. I would love the help, and the ideas!
OH and 9 pages(4500 and more words)...just for you guys. :D
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