Disclaimer: OHSHC is definitely not among the list of things I own…
So, I totally realized, about three hours after I posted the last chapter that I'd completely forgotten to have a flashback in there… my bad… But I remembered this time (hehe, bad pun totally intended!) So here you go, the next chapter of Need You Now.
Haruhi snorted, but flinched in pain afterwards. Still kneeling down in front of her, Tamaki reached out a hand to help, but she slapped it away. "You move fast. I mean, I knew you were the Host Club King, but even for you…" She shook away her thoughts and pushed herself away from the glass door of the police department that was still locked. It hurt her more than she was willing to admit, but she couldn't stand to be around him anymore.
A hand grabbed her arm. "Wait. Let me help you. Please. You know me, obviously, and you need to get to a hospital."
She shook him off. "I don't want your help. Just leave me alone." She turned away from him, limping slowly, and finally let the tears fall. She hurt, physically and mentally, but she refused to let him see that. Not when he was the source of it all in the first place.
When she'd reached a corner, she turned so she would be out of their sight. She still wasn't able to call anyone, and the police clearly weren't able to help her. The last of her strength failed her then, and she slid down against the wall, not even caring about the pain.
She was so tired, and it wasn't like she could actually go anywhere. It wouldn't hurt to only close her eyes for a minute.
Tamaki slumped to the ground, and Emilie sat down beside him. "Who was she, Emilie? You're my fiancée, you should know."
She hesitated, and seemed to make a decision. "She's dating one of the Hitachiin brothers. Hikaru, I think."
He nodded in understanding. "Wait, who're the Hitachiin brothers?" Apparently, his memory loss was complete, if Emilie was talking about someone he knew pretty well.
Instead of being irritated or upset, Emilie merely laughed and laid her head against his shoulder. "They're twins. You were in a club with them in high school, along with Ootori Kyoya, Morinozuka Takashi, Haninozuka Mitsukuni, and Hitachiin Hikaru and Kaoru. Some Host Club, or something that you were the president of. You were all pretty close then, but separated later. You went to Boston, and they stayed here."
Tamaki reached a hand up to her hair and began stroking the silky smooth blonde strands. "Thank you." It was simple, but effective. He placed a kiss on the top of her head before getting up and walking in the direction the girl – Fujioka – had gone. Emilie looked up in confusion before standing herself.
"Where are you going?" She threw her arms around him in an attempt to make him stay, but he just smiled and removed her arms from his waist.
"I'm going to go find Fujioka-san. She can't get to the hospital by herself, and I'm pretty sure she didn't have any money for a cab. I'll be home later, so don't worry. I just want to make sure she's alright."
Emilie gave him another hug and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Hurry home, okay? I miss you when you're gone." She pouted, and he gave her a faint smile in return.
"I'll be home soon. I promise."
"Damn it! Damn it all to hell!" Kyoya cursed as he watched the idiot couple in front of him.
Hunny pulled on his shirt slightly. "Kyo-chan, what's going on? I don't like the woman. She scares me."
"That's Emilie. Tamaki met her in France, and they dated for a bit. But his mother came before everything else and they eventually broke up. He ended it so that she would be able to move on and fall for someone else. But clearly that never happened." Tamaki had never told him such, but he had his ways. It was job to have all the information on those around him. And not even Tamaki was an exception. "I don't know why she's here, or what she plans to do."
Hunny looked up at the younger boy. "Kyo-chan. You really are worried, aren't you? You've never ever said you didn't know something before."
Kyoya cursed again, unaware that he'd spoken the last bit aloud. That idiot really was getting to him. "Well, it also appears that Tamaki has lost his memory, of Haruhi at least."
Nodding in agreement, Hunny continued to watch Emilie and Tamaki after Haruhi left. "Tama-chan would never have let her go like that. Not after everything they've been through. I guess that's the only explanation."
"Either that or Emilie is blackmailing him. But I doubt that's true. The idiot loves Haruhi too much to let her walk away from him injured."
"I hope they make up soon, Kyo-chan. Watching them be like this is too painful."
Kyoya ruffled his hair. "Me too, Hunny. Me too."
Haruhi woke to a pair of arms wrapped around her, and a strange jostling feeling. Opening her eyes a crack, Haruhi nearly screamed in shock as she saw the face of her idiot ex-boyfriend in front of her. "Put me down, Tamaki. I can walk!"
A chuckle made its way to his lips, and Haruhi could feel it reverberate in his chest. "Yeah, but then we wouldn't get to the hospital for another seven hours. It's easier for me to carry you."
As she became more aware of her surroundings, her pain also came back full-force. She hated to admit it – even to herself – but he was right. She wouldn't be able to get very far in her condition.
She relaxed into his arms then, taking comfort from the familiar feel of his arms around her. She'd missed that feeling, and him too. After everything that had happened, she was finally able to admit that. Not that he'd ever know. Not with his new fiancée to keep him busy.
It wasn't long before they reached hospital, and when they reached the glass doors, they opened automatically for them. Haruhi sighed in relief. After what had happened at the police department, she almost wasn't expecting the doors to open.
A nurse looked up at the sound of the doors and dropped her clipboard in surprise. "Someone get a room ready. She's barely conscious!"
There was a flurry of activity at the nurse's words, and Haruhi was irritated by the words "barely conscious". Sure, she might not be in the best of conditions at that moment, but she was capable of holding a semi-coherent conversation. Probably.
Tamaki placed her on a gurney and watched as she was rolled away. Their eyes stayed connected until the very last moment.
Time ticked by as Tamaki sat in one of the hard plastic chairs in the waiting room. He watched the clock, hoping he would be able to see her soon. He was worried for a girl he didn't remember, and who was the girlfriend of one of his friends from high school.
So why did he feel the way he did?
He was protective of her, more so than would be expected. As far as he was concerned, they'd met only an hour ago, and yet he wanted to shield her from the world, and all those who would hurt her.
A club is like a family! And their family is about to be ripped apart!
Tamaki heard the words, a line long forgotten, and relaxed. It was exactly like that. If she'd been with Hikaru in high school as well, she probably visited the club that Emilie had mentioned. And as the girlfriend of one of the members, she was part of the family too.
He cared for her like a daughter.
A smile graced his lips as he settled further into the chair. There was nothing weird about caring for her then, if she was part of the club family, and there was nothing to feel guilty about at all. Emilie would understand for sure.
A nurse came out then, and quickly made her way over to him. "You came in with the girl, didn't you? We need some information, if you could give it to us. Even a name would be helpful, if you know it."
Tamaki smiled, and the nurse swooned at its power. "Fujioka. Her last name is Fujioka." A wisp of memory crossed his mind.
The door to the Host Club opened to reveal an obviously poor scholarship student. There really was no excuse for his appearance, though. Even the criminally poor could put in at least a little bit of effort.
However, he was a customer, so Tamaki and the rest of the Host Club greeted him with their usual enthusiasm. It was rare to get one of the male variety in the club, but he was the King – he wouldn't discriminate.
Apparently his stunning looks made the boy nervous, Tamaki noted as said boy staggered around, trying to avoid him.
A boy in glasses spoke up them. "Oh, you must be the new scholarship student. Fujioka Haruhi-san. And to what do we owe the pleasure?"
"Fujioka Haruhi." The nurse bowed and walked away. She stopped though, and turned around. "You can see her, if you'd like. She lost consciousness shortly after you brought her in, but she's in room 1301 regardless.
He jumped to his feet, thanked the nurse and took off towards Haruhi's room.
Emilie paced the length of her bedroom, fury rolling off her in waves. It wasn't supposed to be like that. Without that flat-chested brat to get in the way, Tamaki should've fallen right into her arms. There was nothing keeping them apart in Japan, and he'd even seemed open to the idea when they'd met in Boston.
So why did he still go after that girl?
And why was she still alive in the first place?
Her shriek of rage – which was completely unlady-like – lingered in the room, but even it couldn't relieve her stress. It just wasn't fair! Tamaki was hers, and she'd done so much, sacrificed so much just to be with him. And yet he was with that little whore of his, the one who thought Tamaki could be stolen away. She didn't seem to understand Emilie's message in the form of kidnapping and the subsequent beating, and she somehow escaped death by fire.
Emilie stopped pacing as an idea came to her. It was fool proof – there was no way it could fail. A smirk found its way to her mouth, and anyone who saw her then would believe she'd been possessed by an evil spirit. But no, it was all Emilie, and she would get what she wanted, one way or another.
Even if she had to resort to him.
Dun dun duuuun! And here ends the next installment of Need You Now. As usual, please read and review!