Chapter 5-

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The small room was deathly silent. The three men waited, holding their breaths as the girl before them started to wake. Her eyelids fluttered, her fingers moved slowly. Soon, she would wake.

Ranka stroked Haruhi's hand and whispered gently, as if coaxing her to waken. It must have worked because her eyes suddenly snapped open. She sat up quickly, almost falling out of her bed but Mori placed a large hand on her shoulder, steadying the said girl. She jumped at the contact and swivelled round, her eyes bulging.

"Haruhi!"

Her head turned in the other direction. She was met with a pair of ice-blue eyes that appeared to be melting. Ranka threw his arms around his daughter and hugged tightly, placing his head into the crook of her neck as he sighed a big, long, relieved sigh.

"Dad?"

"Haruhi!" Ranka sniffed, his arms tightening around his daughter. Haruhi was safe. That was all that mattered. Haruhi's hand reached up and tentatively stroked the back of Ranka's head. Tears slid down his face and pooled at her neck.

"Haruhi… You're okay. You're safe now. Everything's fine now…" he soothed, while gently rocking forwards and back.

"Where… am I? How did I get here? What happened?" the dazed girl questioned.

"You were struck by a car, sweetie. The doctor said that you hit your head pretty hard and that your memory has been affected by the injuries."

"So… is that why I don't know who he is?" Haruhi stated, pointing a finger behind her. She was still as blunt as ever.

Mori stiffened. She doesn't remember…? That must explain her shocked reaction, thought Mori. But… She doesn't remember. He cast his eyes down, he couldn't look at Haruhi. He failed to protect her and the results were that she couldn't remember him.

"Excuse me…?" Haruhi said, tapping Mori's shoulder. Ranka just sat back in his chair, relieved that his daughter was alright. Mori looked up quickly.

"Takashi. Or also known as Mori. Call him Mori." the other man in the room had said, "I'm his uncle, Isamu. Just call me that."

"Thank you Isamu," Haruhi grinned, "now Mori," She said with a serious look on her face. She scrunched up her eyebrows and thought for a few seconds. "I think I remember you. You… were this tall person, who was kind to me. But you were always silent, correct?" Haruhi asked. She gazed upwards, staring hopefully.

"Yes." Mori smiled, "I was kind to you - always. And I am very silent at school."

"School… School? Oh yes! I go to Ou…ran…, Ouran Academy! That's it." She smiled, proud of herself.

A few hours later, Haruhi will still lying in her bed, being tended to by Mori. Ranka sat in his chair, taking a nap and Isamu stood in the corner of the room. Mori was trying to get Haruhi to remember the Host Club members but she couldn't. She just simply couldn't. The only other person Haruhi could faintly remember was Honey-sempai.

The door burst open, and a blonde-haired boy followed. His hair was a mess, his were eyes red and tears streamed down his face. After him, followed a dark-haired boy with glasses, two guys with amber coloured hair and a little boy, carrying a pink bunny.

"Haruhi! My precious daughter! Are you okay?" What happ- Mmmph!" The blonde was cut off by the darker haired man. He simply sighed and looked at Haruhi, with these sad eyes. The little boy bounded towards toHaruhi.

"Haru-chan! Haru-chan! Are you alright?" cried the little boy, jumping into Haruhi's bed. He crawled to her and smothered her in hugs. His soft golden hair tickled Haruhi's nose. There was a faint scent of strawberries coming from this little boy's hair. Haruhi looked down into the big eyes that gazed up.

Haruhi looked down to the little boy and thought hard. Really hard. Could she remember this little boy? She was sure that his name was mentioned when she and Mori were talking. The little boy gazed up at her, his eyes twinkling. Memories rushed through her mind of her, Mori and this little boy talking and eating cake.

"Honey?" She asked, her eyebrow raised. "Are you Honey?"

"Haru-chan, you remember me! I'm glad." Honey-sempai cried, burying his face into Haruhi's chest. The little one in front of her was shaking. His arms wrapped around Haruhi and pulled her tighter against him.

"There, there now. It's alright." She soothed, patting his back. "Who's this?" She spotted the pink bunny.

"It's Usa-chan, Haruhi! Do you remember her?"

Haruhi smiled. "Now I do."

Honey-sempai was ripped off of Haruhi and thrown to Mori, who caught him with open arms. Honey crawled up and plonked himself down on Mori's shoulders. The blonde man from before threw himself into Haruhi's arms. He started crying and nuzzled his head into her neck. He was shaking, and the only way that Haruhi could stop him was by wrapping her arms around him.

"There now." Haruhi said gently, whilst patting this boy's back. "You okay?"

The boy looked into Haruhi's eyes. He looked so sad; fresh tears were pooling at his eyes. He released Haruhi and clasped her hands, holding them firmly.

"Haruhi… my precious daughter…" he sobbed, "What happened? We were so worried! And- and Kyoya only told us a little while ago." The blonde haired man continued to cry; his tears fell onto Haruhi's hands.

"I'm not your daughter. I don't know you." Haruhi bluntly stated, "Who's Kyoya? And… who are you?"

"Mommy, our daughter doesn't remember us!" He shrieked. He bolted up and ran to the man with glasses, who Haruhi assumed to be 'Kyoya'. "Make her remember us!"

The boy pushed up his glasses and the light reflected off them, hiding his eyes. He placed a hand on the blonde's shoulders, trying to settle him.

"Tamaki. She sustained injuries to her brain. I can't restore her memories. It doesn't work like that." the taller sighed. "It just doesn't work."

'Kyoya' or who Haruhi assumed 'Kyoya' to be, led a shaking 'Tamaki' out of the room. In the corner of the room, the two twins leant against the wall. Haruhi shifted slightly, so she could see those two better.

"Haruhi…" one twin with his hair parted to the left, sniffed. "Do you… do you remember us?

Haruhi looked at them. Her eyes gave them a stern look over from head to toe. The twins stiffened, holding each others hand for support. Haruhi scrunched her eyebrows, and tapped her chin thoughtfully. "No. I don't. But, I know I should." she answered. "Who… are you two?"

"I'm Kaoru…" the twin with his hair parted to the right, answered. He snaked his arm around his twin and held it there. He held his twin's hand, and pet it gently. "That's Hikaru. He's just a little upset at the moment, so don't worry Haruhi."

Hikaru freed himself from his brother and strode over to Haruhi's bed and quickly sat down, making the plush mattress bounce. Haruhi backed away slightly, she felt nervous. He had this weird aura surrounding him. He inched forwards and clasped Haruhi's hands. Haruhi widened her eyes in fright and glanced at Mori.

"That's enough." A monotone voice announced. Mori put his large hand between the two, acting as a barrier, giving the elder sibling a slight warning push. The twin swivelled his head and locked eyes with Mori, amber eyes locking gazes with gray eyes. Hikaru shot up and the bed bounced roughly.

"You… You did this…Look at what you did!" He snarled, pointing to Haruhi, "Because of what you did, Haruhi ended up in hospital. She doesn't remember us. She doesn't remember me!" He yelled, stepping closer to Mori. He raised his fist and threw a punch, but Mori easily caught it.

"I liked her Mori! She doesn't remember me… Do you know how I feel?" he hissed, his fists clenching. He threw another punch but again Mori simply caught it.

"Because of you, this is your fault. All of this is your fault!" Hikaru screamed and yet again, Hikaru threw another punch but this time it hit Mori square in the lip. His split lip bled again, blood trickling down his chin. Mori cast his eyes downwards. What Hikaru said was true, right? It was Mori's fault…

Mori braced himself for another of Hikaru's hits but it never came. Instead, Mori looked up and anger raged within him. Haruhi stood in front of the giant, her back towards him. She was clutching her face. Hikaru stood there, his mouth wide open. He shut his mouth and folded his arms. Haruhi straightened her back, lifted her head and glared at Hikaru. Her cheek was red and swollen.

"Hikaru." she said, surprisingly calm as she glared at Hikaru.

"What?" he retorted, rolling his eyes. "You deserve this. You made me feel this way."

Haruhi shook her head. "Hikaru. How do I deserve this? I got struck by a car. I've lost memories."

"And? Your po-"

"Hikaru!" Haruhi interrupted, "Cherish the memories we had together. I've lost my memories that I've had of you. And I'm glad I have. Because you… yo-"

"How dare you say that!" he yelled, raising his hand but his brother stopped him. Kaoru glared at him, seething with fury. He grabbed Hikaru's cuff.

"Hikaru. Leave. Never come back." Haruhi spat.

"No. I won't!" he yelled.

"Leave. Now."

But he didn't. He shook himself free from his brother's grasp and grabbed Haruhi by her arms. He was squeezing her really hard and he knew bruises would be left. But during this, Haruhi's face was emotionless. But Hikaru's wasn't, he was angry. Mori stepped around Haruhi, and pushed the teen off the brunette. Hikaru stumbled backwards into the wall. Honey jumped down from Mori's shoulders and landed in front of Hikaru, standing with his back straight. He quickly kicked Hikaru's knees, and he collapsed into an un graceful heap on the floor, glaring up at the small blonde.

"Hikaru." Honey growled, "Do not come here again. Do not speak to Haruhi again. If you do, you will face Mori and me. And you will be seriously injured. Do I make myself clear?"

Hikaru glared up at the older boy. Honey grabbed Hikaru by the collar and dragged him to the door. He kicked the twin out and slammed the door afterwards.

"Haru-chan!" Honey sobbed, "Are you alright?" He ran up to Haruhi and hugged her tightly, trying to be careful around her arms. He cried into her chest and sniffled before looking up to Haruhi. He will never do this again. Not to Haru-chan, he thought.

Haruhi smiled, but winced at the pain of her cheek. She ruffled Honey's hair and smiled down at him. "Thank you." she breathed, "It was scary. But I'm glad that he's gone now."

"No problem, Haru-chan." Honey beamed, "Call me Mitsukini, it sounds better."

"Okay Hon- Mitsukini."

"Oh, and Haru-chan?"

"Hm?"

"Call Takashi, Takashi. 'Kay?"

"Okay."

Haruhi noticed Kaoru standing at the door. His arms were behind his back and he seemed very interested in the scuffed wooden floor.

"Kaoru?" she asked gently. She placed her hand on his shoulder. His head snapped up and his eyes bulged. He swallowed hard.

"Haruhi… I'm sorry. Please. For-"

"Kaoru." Haruhi interrupted, "I do not blame you at all. It was Hikaru's fault."

"But… I let him! I could have stopped it…"

"Yes, you could of." Kaoru flinched at this. "But, it was in the heat of the moment. Even though this happened, it was not your fault. You are still my friend, Kaoru. Remember that."

Kaoru clasped Haruhi's small hands and squeezed slightly. His downcast eyes brimmed with tears.

"Even though I've lost my memories of you Kaoru, it doesn't mean that we can't make new ones." Haruhi smiled. She squeezed Kaoru's hands. He looked up and smiled, a few tears threatening to spill.

She pulled him into a hug, and gently pet his back. He placed his head into her neck, and sighed while Haruhi rocked slightly. They stood like this together for awhile until someone coughed. And that someone was a slightly embarrassed Mori.

"Oh sorry." Kaoru stammered, letting go of Haruhi. "I better be going then. I need to speak to Hikaru."

"That's alright, Kaoru." the female smiled. She stepped back and put her hands behind her back. She was quickly lifted by Mori in a bridal style fashion and was gently set into her bed. She blushed slightly.

"Mori. I mean Takashi! I have two legs, y'know. I'm perfectly capable of walking to my own bed." she sighed, rolling her eyes.

"I know." was Takashi's reply. "But you must rest. You shouldn't be up, you got hit by a car."

"Hmmph…" she huffed, folding her arms across her chest.

Kaoru and Honey smiled, observing the two. Kaoru and Honey both gave each other knowing looks, and laughed. Haruhi and Takashi stared at the two, with innocent eyes.

Kaoru quickly left and everything was peaceful. Mitsukini, Takashi and Haruhi were happily chatting away, Isamu was nodding off in the corner and Ranka was napping in his chair. It had been a stressful day for Takashi and especially for Haruhi. Haruhi closed her eyes and snuggled down into her bed. She felt someone cover her with the sheet. Then, she felt a pair of warm lips brush her forehead. But, it was probably Mitsukini, Haruhi had thought.

Mitsukini, Takashi and Isamu left the room, and walked down the corridors of the quiet hospital. All was silent, except for the squeaking of the men's shoes on the polished floors. The small blonde was skipping happily down the hall, in front of Takashi and Isamu.

"You like her Takashi." Isamu grinned, nudging his nephew in the ribs.

"No, Uncle. I don't."

"Aw, come on! It's obvious that you have feelings for her."

"Uncle. I don't. Haruhi is a dear friend."

"Are you sure?" Isamu asked, his eyes narrowing.

"Yes."" Takashi replied, rolling his eyes.

"Really, really, reallllllly sure?"

Takashi sighed. Just how long would this go on? "Yes, Uncle."

"I don't believe you."

Mori sighed.

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