Chapter 7- "We'll see."

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"H-Hikaru?"

"Yeah, it's me. I need to speak to you."

"I don't want to hear what you have to say. If you were proper, you would speak to my face and not on the phone."

"But I really need to speak to you." Hikaru said, a bit of urgency clear in his voice.

"Too bad. You could have spoken to me yesterday." Haruhi sighed, frowning before stating, "But you didn't. So, speak to my face and I'll consider it."

"But-"

"No buts." she interrupted, her voice calm yet serious.

"Fine. If that's the way you want to act."

"Stop being such a baby, Hikaru."

"'Stop being such a baby.' I'm not acting like one!" Haruhi face palmed and mentally sighed.

"Seriously stop this nonsense. You're acting like a total baby and you're not handling this well. Can't you please grow up and act your age? If not, please hang up. I don't want you to call or text me. Come speak to me when you've grown up, and then but ONLY then may I forgive you. Goodbye."

Haruhi heard the noise of Hikaru's mouth opening and closing slowly. But soon she heard silence, followed by a dull clicking noise. Hikaru had hung up.

Haruhi slowly lowered her phone from her ear. She dropped it on her lap and sighed. She didn't want this. She didn't like fighting. But if he really wanted to speak to her, wouldn't he try and talk to her face instead of using the phone?

Frowning, she snuggled under her duvet and soon found herself dozing off. Tiredness washed over her like a warm wave, coaxing her into the sea of dreams. The day's activities were finally taking its toll on the girl. She snuggled down further, and dreamt of happy memories.

The tall male lay on his bed, his eyes never wandering from the ceiling. One hand supported the back of his head while his phone sat in the other. A number was written on the screen. He closed his hand around the phone, locking it. He had tried ringing her again after the thunderstorm, but her phone was busy.

Suddenly his phone chimed, bursting him out of his thought bubble. He smiled to himself, knowing the familiar ringtone that boomed around his room. Answering it, he brushed some of his hair out of his gray eyes.

"Takashi~~!"

"Hello there, Mitsukini."

"Helloo~! Do you mind if I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"Were you phoning Haru-chan during the thunderstorm…?"

"Maybe…" he fumbled, a faint pink tinting his cheeks, "How did you know?"

"I tried ringing her when the thunderstorm hit because I knew she was afraid but I didn't know if she remembered that she was afraid of them."

"…"

"But, ANYWAYS! That was very sweet of you!"

"…"

"If you don't mind me asking this but… do you like Haru-chan? Because if you do, I fully support it!"

"No. I don't like Haruhi."

"You sure…?"

"…"

"I mean, are you REALLLLLLLLY sure?"

"Mitsukini, you're as bad as my uncle."

"Oh, Uncle Isamu! Make sure to tell him I said hello next time you see him. Don't be getting off topic now. Do you?"

"…"

"Takashi! If you deny it, I'm just assuming that it's true~~!"

"I don't know…" Takashi whispered.

"What was that?" the blonde giggled. He'd heard perfectly clear, but he felt the need to slightly embarrass his cousin. Mitsukini wasn't a mean person but his cousin was always emotionless. He believed it was a good way to get his feelings across.

"I said I don't know."

"Wait, wait, what?! You don't know? But, but that means that there IS a possibility…"

"Mi-"

"Why don't you know? How do you feel about her?"

"I don't know… I have a strong urge to protect her no matter what and I think that's because I failed to protect her before."

"Takashi, you know that wasn't your fault." he said quietly. He even blamed himself for what happened to Haruhi but knowing the girl, she wouldn't allow him to feel guilt for something he didn't do.

"And deep down, I have this strange feeling. I've never felt it before."

"How does that make you feel?"

"…It makes me feel warm inside. Quite fuzzy."

"Hey, Takashi?"

"Ah?"

"You and Haru-chan are very close to me. I only want to see you two happy."

"Thanks…"

"But if you ever harm Haru-chan like Hikaru did, I will seriously harm you. Haru-chan is a dear friend."

"Mitsukini, I would and could never do that to Haruhi. Haruhi is very dear to me, and I could never harm her. I mean it."

"Ah ha. I see… I have to leave now. I gotta go eat some cake with Usa-chan! I'll see you at school tomorrow. Bye-bye~!"

Takashi sighed, pulling his hands down his face. Did he really like Haruhi? Or was he just saying that? He heaved himself up and sat at the edge of his bed, his elbows leaning on his knees. He didn't even know if he had true feelings for Haruhi. He told himself to protect her because he had failed to, but was that the only reason?

He knew he had this special feeling for the girl, but he couldn't describe the way he felt. He had a few girlfriends during his teens but Takashi had never felt this way towards any of the girls. He was confused. Confused about his feelings and confused if Haruhi ever felt the way he felt towards her.

The door burst open, and Takashi jumped out of his skin. He wasn't expecting that. In through the door, bounced an energetic younger version of himself - which was his brother Satoshi.

"Takashi!" Satoshi smiled, while strolling around his brother's room. Even though Takashi and Satoshi looked alike, they were nothing alike in personality. Satoshi was the bubblier, energetic, out-going one while Takashi was the more silent, observant type.

Raising his eyebrow, he turned his head to his brother. He gave his brother a quizzical look, but Satoshi ignored it. He was too busy inspecting his older brother's kendo awards that lay neatly arranged on a shelf, in the corner of the room.

"Hey, Takashi? Do you want to spar with me?"

"Ah, sure. I haven't practised today."

"Prepare to get beaten!"

"In your dreams." the giant smiled, ruffling his brother's hair. Satoshi huffed in protest as the two left the room.

Tamaki sat beside his closed window, gazing down at the humongous garden below. Rain drops pattered against the glass, and slowly streamed down the frame. He shifted his hair out of his violet eyes, and sighed a long, long sigh.

Three knocks were heard before Tamaki's elegant bedroom door swivelled opened, revealing his father accompanied by an elderly butler carrying a silver tray with tea.

"Father!" the blonde smiled, but them resumed gazing wistfully out the window. His father inwardly sighed. Why couldn't Tamaki be more like himself? He wasn't that melodramatic. Sometimes, he would over exaggerate but he wasn't as bad as his son. Maybe he got that from his mother?

"Son…" Yuzuru's thoughts trailed off, as he stared at his son then at the window and back at his son.

"Yes?" Tamaki asked, never taking his eyes away from the garden.

"Why is there a lady outside your window, watering it?"

"Eh… Funny you should ask that. Masako is… Well, she's my mood servant. At the moment, I feel quite sad, so I just thought…" Tamaki sheepishly replied, rubbing the back of his neck. Yuzuru sighed. He thanked the elderly butler and took the tray. The butler bowed and left the room, shutting the door gently on his way out.

Yuzuru strolled towards the coffee table and gently placed the tray down. "Tea?" he asked, while pouring his own cup.

"Mm."

"Do you want milk or sugar?"

"A little bit of milk and two sugars."

Yuzuru poured his son's tea, and handed it to him.

"Thank you."

"You're quite welcome."

"Dad, you can stop with the formalities. Grandmother isn't here, you know."

"Yes, well…"

"Well just talk normally. It's only us two." Tamaki swivelled round in his seat, and motioned the raven-haired maid to leave her post, and come inside. Her gray eyes widened, but then she smiled warmly and bowed gracefully. She hurriedly flew down the ladder, grabbed it and ran indoors.

"So, how's the Host Club doing?"

Tamaki didn't reply. He stared at the bottom of his drained cup, swivelling the last few dregs. He poured himself another cup while his father leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he stared at his son. Tamaki stiffened and quickly glanced up, but fell under his father's scrutinising gaze. Yuzuru knew something had happened to Haruhi, the only female host, but he didn't know what. He was anxious to bring it up, but he believed that now was a good time.

"Is it about Haruhi?" Yuzuru asked while slowly slipping his cup. His eyes never left his son's face.

Tamaki nodded, still not looking his father in his eyes.

"What happened to her?"

"She got struck by a car." he said quietly, "She's lost some memories."

"Oh my…Poor Haruhi…" Yuzuru said at last. "Does she remember you?"

"No."

"Tamaki, I'm so sorry to hear that." Yuzuru quietly said, patting his son's shoulder. He knew that Tamaki had feelings for the girl, but his son didn't even realise it. His son and Haruhi were like that in away. Oblivious to their own feelings.

"It's okay… Haruhi and I. Well, Haruhi and the Host Club. We'll all make new happy memories." Tamaki smiled sadly, glancing at his father and then to his cup of tea.

His father simply patted the boy's shoulder as that was the only way he could think of comforting him. A few moments passed, and Tamaki was his regular self. It always pained to see his child upset, and he was glad he was back to his normal self. When his son was younger, there was this girl who could always cheer him up. It wasn't his mother, but she went to Ouran. Yuzuru thought hard for a few seconds. And finally, he had remembered that this girl was named Natsumi.

"Do you still have feelings for Haruhi?" Yuzuru asked, leaning back into his chair. His scrutinising gaze wandered over his son's face as he waited for an answer.

Tamaki choked on his tea, and did a spit-take. "Father, no way! I don't like Haruhi." Tamaki blurted while his face reddened, "How could I? Haruhi is a very dear friend!"

"Are you sure? Because it seems you like her." Yuzuru grinned, while running a cloth over his dripping face. Yuzuru was surprised. His son had good aim.

"No, no, no, no! I'm Haruhi's daddy! That is just wrong!" Tamaki cried, flailing his arms around. Yuzuru sighed. When was his son ever going to learn?

Kyoya sat hunched over his desk, tapping away on his black laptop. He took out his small, little black notebook and scribbled something down into its clean, organized pages. The light from his lamp, cast a dull glow which shone eerily around his massive room.

He swivelled around in his chair, pinching his nose between his thumb and finger where his glasses dug in. He sighed, and lifted up his arms stretching them. With every movement, a part of his back popped and cracked. It sure sounded painful, but it actually helped him release the tension of sitting hunched over a laptop for 2 hours straight.

He tiredly lifted himself from his chair, and sauntered towards an armchair that lay in front of the massive TV. With the push of a button, the TV switched on. Aimlessly flicking through the channels, he stopped when he reached the news. He hadn't watched the news in awhile, and he wasn't sure what was going on through Japan.

The famous wide desk appeared on screen and so did a pretty looking woman, accompanied by a handsome looking man. The lady's black hair was tied up in a high bun, a few straggles of wavy hair falling beside her face. Her high cheek bones jutted out, and her blood red lipstick stood out in contrast with her pale complexion. From what Kyoya could see, the lady was wearing a black business jacket with a starched white blouse. It was quite scary looking, if you looked at it in a certain light. The man on the other hand, looked perfectly normal with his neatly cropped blonde hair, his smiling green eyes and rosy coloured cheeks. Perfectly normal looking, excluding the fact that he was wearing a bottle green turtle neck. News presenters were getting more expressive in their outfits these days.

The two presenters were talking about news regarding a person who got struck by a car, and recently left hospital. Kyoya ears perked up. Could this be about Haruhi? Kyoya raised the volume of the TV.

"Good morning, everyone. I'm Yuki, bringing you Sunday nights, twelve o'clock news. Just today, we have heard of this case regarding a young man named Haruhi Fujioka." " the lady said, her deep brown eyes quickly glancing down and then quickly to her right, signalling her partner.

"It was discovered that Haruhi on Friday morning, was struck by a car and suffered injuries to his head. His brain was particularly affected." the man stated, his green eyes never leaving the camera.

"We are glad to hear that his injuries weren't that severe as everyone thought to be. The part of his brain that was affected, controls the memories. So sadly, some of his memories have been lost." the lady drawled, her sharp voice cutting through the silence of Kyoya's room.

"Miraculously, he had not suffered any fracture to his skull. Still living strong, but with a few more bumps, cuts and bruises. But on the other hand…"

"The man who drove the car was Takao Kikuchi, a 48 year old man. He died when striking an electrical pole that he crashed into. It is said that it slightly electrocuted him." the man finished.

"It is also said, that Kikuchi had a slight heart problem. It was also said that he was drunk when driving. We do not know why he was drunk so early on a Friday morning, but the police have stated that this could have been suicide." the lady stated, tucking a few pieces of hair behind her small ears.

Kyoya zoned out and wasn't paying much attention to what the presenters were saying. Many different thoughts raced around his mind. One thought was about Haruhi and how she was doing. Was she well? How was she coping? He would find out tomorrow, though… Other thoughts were about his other friends. A few were about Tamaki. Kyoya believed that he was struggling the hardest. His best friend had feelings for the girl, and now she doesn't remember him. It must have been tough on Tamaki, considering that he formed a 'Daddy/Daughter' relationship with her. But he formed that when he first met her, so how was he coping with it now? Kyoya didn't even know how he was coping with this situation. Haruhi is a close friend to him, considering everything the Host Club, himself and Haruhi have been through. She was one of the few people who have seen the softer, caring and gentler side of the Shadow King. As much as this hurt the Shadow King to see his friend not remember who he was, he had to accept it. Haruhi was still a close friend. He and the Host Club could all make new memories, patching up the memories that she lost. As long as it may take, he would be patient.

Kyoya switched off the TV and crawled towards his bed. He snuggled down under the covers, and lay awake thinking of Haruhi, his friends and ways to profit himself in business.

"-drunk so early on a Friday morning, but the police have stated that this could have been suicide."

"That is all we have on that subject. We send the Kikuchi household our condolences, and we wish the best for Haruhi Fujioka."

"That's all for now, and we'll see you after the break."

The TV switched off, as Hikaru held the remote to the screen. Hikaru slumped back into his seat, rubbing his eyes. It had gotten quite late, without him realising it. He had been too busy and to engrossed in sketching some designs by himself.

He lifted himself up from the chair, and dragged his feet along the carpeted floor until he reached his shared room. Opening his door, he was met with a pillow as it hit him right in the face. Struggling to breathe, he ripped the pillow from his face and flung it back into his room. He didn't care where it landed.

Kaoru sat on his bed, his eyes stalking his brother like a lion stalking its prey. Hikaru ignored his brother; sat down near his desk and simply stared at it. A hand landed on his shoulder, and Hikaru jumped but still didn't turn around.

"Hikaru, you're going to have to talk to me sometime." Kaoru said gently, no emotion hinting at his voice. To be honest, Kaoru was mad at Hikaru for how he reacted at the hospital. He was mad that he punched Mori and very mad that he lashed out on Haruhi.

Hikaru said nothing. He held his clasped hands on his lap and twiddled his thumbs, trying to ignore his younger brother. He knew his brother was trying to help, but Hikaru didn't feel like talking.

Kaoru sat down again on the bed. "I'm mad at you for how you reacted at the hospital. And I'm mad at you for hurting Mori and Haruhi." Kaoru's voice was quiet, but it slashed through the silence.

Hikaru swivelled round in his chair, his eyes bulging. "You're mad at me?" Hikaru retorted, "For what Haruhi did?"

Kaoru stared at his brother calmly, and chills ran down Hikaru's spine. "How can you be mad at me? How can you be fine with Haruhi not remembering you?" Hikaru yelled, his fists clenching.

Kaoru stared at his brother, his mouth shut into a firm line. Fighting with his brother really hurt Kaoru, but that's just what happened when the two didn't see eye-to-eye. Hikaru was always like this - he would lash out when he felt that he was trapped in a corner. Lashing out was the way he protected himself.

"Hikaru, please calm down." Kaoru pleaded, "Do you really think I honestly want to talk to you about this?" Kaoru lifted his head, and stared at his brother. It was clear that Kaoru was hurting as well. "I know how much you're hurting. Trust me, I know you are. But I can't stand to see you like this. You're my older brother, and I care about you. I know you care about me too, and I know you don't mean the things you said. As I said before, I'm mad at you. You haven't apologised to Haruhi. Or Mori-sempai for that matter. And you hurt them- you hurt Mori with your words and Haruhi with your actions."

"You don't know what I'm feeling, Kaoru. You didn't like Haruhi! Not the way I did." Hikaru hissed, standing up from his chair. He walked over and stood above his brother, leering down at him.

"I know you don't mean this, Hikaru. What happened to you?"

"Haruhi forgot about me! She forgot about us… It makes me feel so, so…"

"Please calm down. We can get through this. If you talk to Haruhi, then maybe-"

"No, I… I don't think I can," Hikaru interrupted. Pain flashed across his face for a brief second. Then it was replaced with the anger he held for the girl. Or was it anger? Hikaru didn't even know himself. He felt torn. Torn because he felt like he should be crying and torn because he felt that he should be angry with Haruhi. She had forgotten him, and that made him angry. But he knew it wasn't her fault. She was in an accident, for goodness sake!

Hikaru sat beside his brother, and hung his head in his hands. Kaoru knew that Hikaru wasn't angry. He was sad. Hikaru wasn't always the best at dealing with his emotions, when it came to situations like this.

"You can. As long as it may take, you will be able to do it. I'll be here for you." Kaoru said quietly.

"But… I just feel so lost."

"She was a big part of our life. I know that. She was able to tell the difference between us, even if we didn't want anyone to do. She's special, Hikaru. And you had no reason to treat her like that."

"I know that! But…" Hikaru responded angrily, but his voice died down.

"But what?"

"Will she ever forgive me?"

"We'll see."

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