Chapter 8- "No reason, Mitsukini. No reason."

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Strong early morning sunlight streamed through the window and landed directly onto the face of a sleeping girl. In her slumber, her eyebrows knitted together and she frowned slightly. She rolled over, trying to escape the beams of sunlight attacking her face.

Ranka burst open the door, but Haruhi ignored it. She was trying to sleep after all. The doting father skipped over to his daughter and shook her gently. "Haruhi?" Ranka asked gently, his long hair tickling the side of her face.

She sleepily opened one eye. A grunt was her only response as she snuggled further down into the quilt. Ranka pouted slightly, shaking her a little more firmly. Haruhi turned around, and frowned up at her father. Shielding her eyes from the sun light and also from the shiny glow emitting from her father, she grumbled. "What?"

Ranka stood tall and proud, puffed out his chest and placed his hands on his hips. As a father, he felt the need to take on the role of waking his daughter up for school every morning. Especially since the accident, Ranka had became more responsible, more doting and more protective of his only daughter.

"You have school so you have to get up now, sweetie." he smiled gently, offering a hand for Haruhi to take. Haruhi swiped it away as she heaved herself up from the comfy, small haven. Ranka pouted, over dramatic tears starting to form in his eyes. Haruhi sighed and ushered her father out through the door, yawning, she said, "I'm up, I'm up. I'll get changed now, okay?"

She shut the door and hurried to her wardrobe, quickly getting change in a matter of minutes. She grabbed her bag and scanned through it, making sure that she had everything for the day's classes. She threw on her blazer and opened her door, which she was greeted with a spine-breaking crush of a hug. Ranka smiled into the nook of his daughter's neck, and twirled her around for a few seconds.

Haruhi smiled up at her father, and then half heartedly pushed him off. Ranka twirled around his daughter, receiving chuckles from the tired girl. Ranka skipped back down the hall into his room, his long hair dancing with each step. Haruhi shook her head, but was smiling all the same.

She checked her watch. She had plenty of time to make breakfast, clean herself up and walk to school. She strolled to the kitchen, placed her bag on the kitchen table and started making breakfast, which was going to be rice porridge. After that was done, she gulped hers down and writ her dad a note. It read:

X

Dad,

Breakfast (which is rice porridge) is left in the fridge for you. There are leftovers from last night's dinner, so have that for lunch.

Do your best at work, and I'll see you later tonight.

Bye, and have fun.

X

Satisfied with what she had written she dumped her bowl in the sink as she would clean it later tonight, and headed towards the little bathroom. She washed her face, brushed her teeth and combed her hair. She ran her fingers through her hair, ruffling the slightly straight locks of brown hair. Her eyes stared at her own reflection and the ghost of her mother appeared on the mirror. Haruhi shook her head, and left the room.

Grabbing her bag off the table, she slung it over her shoulders and opened the apartment door. Haruhi locked the rusty door and pocketed the key, patting the small lump. She bounded down the stairs, smiling to herself because of the good weather. The warm sun shone down steadily, tinting her pale cheeks a healthy colour. The slight breeze rustled her hair and her tie, causing them to flutter. Small birds sang their songs as they glided from tree to tree.

Haruhi began walking in the direction of her school, taking in the scenery as she walked past. She was too busy staring up at the sky, she didn't notice a black BMW 2010 slowly slide to a stop beside her. The loud horn beeped, bursting her thought bubbles. She swivelled her head round and visibly relaxed when she saw who was driving the car.

Isamu rolled down the window, and waved at the girl. He turned round in his seat, facing the back, and talked to whoever was there. Haruhi thought that the tall man must be speaking to his nephew, seeing as Takashi helped out in the mornings.

Exiting the car, he walked to the other side. He placed a hand on the rear door and smiled, "Miss Fujioka! Care for a ride with Takashi and I?"

Nodding her head, Haruhi replied, "If you wouldn't mind, Isamu. Is it alright if I get a ride?"

"Of course, of course!" Isamu insisted, tucking a few pieces of black hair behind his ears. He opened the rear door and ushered Haruhi inside before gently closing the door. He clambered into the front, started the car and drove along the used road.

Grabbing his bag from the seat, Takashi placed it at his feet. Looking at the girl, he said, "Morning, Haruhi."

"Morning, Takashi!" Haruhi chirped, placing her bag on her lap. "And thank you for giving me a ride, Isamu."

"No problem, Miss Fujioka. If it wasn't for Takashi, I would have driven on by. He spotted you from a mile away." Isamu said, giving Haruhi a little wink at the last part. Haruhi didn't see it as she was looking out the window, but Takashi did, and he glared at his uncle but Isamu only gave him a quick wink too. A faint blush tinted his cheeks, as he glared daggers at his uncle. Shaking his head, he sighed as he stared out the window.

Hearing the sigh, Haruhi rotated her head round to her friend. "Everything alright, Takashi? You look very red." Haruhi stated, causing Takashi to redden slightly more.

"I'm fine." he said with a slight nod of his head. His steely eyes drifted towards the closed window, and then to the little switch to open and close it. Pressing the button down, he sighed, "Bit warm, that's all."

Haruhi narrowed her eyes as she stared at her friend, his face becoming redder under her gaze. With a slight nod of her head, she approved and continued to stare out the window. She knew something was wrong, but she didn't want him to pressure her into telling him so she just left it.

Takashi scratched the back of his neck out of embarrassment, as he glanced up at the rear view mirror. His uncle was smirking, as he mouthed, "Close one, Takashi." He gave a devilish grin and in that instant, reminded the tall host of the mischievous twins.

The rest of the car ride passed in comfortable silence as the trio made their way to the grand gates of Ouran. Exiting the car first, Takashi strolled to the other side and opened Haruhi's door. Haruhi stumbled out and almost fell, but Takashi placed his hand on her shoulder to steady her. She thanked him, and started making her way to her morning classes. With a turn of her head, she waved and smiled, bidding him a good day.

Takashi's gaze lingered on the retreating sight of the female host. Bidding his nephew a good day, Isamu chugged his car along the road, smirking to himself as he watched his nephew walk through the massive gates.

Haruhi and Takashi went their separate ways - Haruhi to the east wing where most of the first year classes were held and Takashi to the west side of the school. Haruhi strolled between the newly planted trees that were lined up across from one another, thinking of her day. How would Hikaru cope when he saw her? Would he try and be sensible, or would he huff away like a child? Haruhi thought for a second. It would be the latter, seeing that it was Hikaru that she was dealing with. She groped the banister as she walked up some stairs that led to her class. She rounded a corner, her heavy bag digging into her back with each step, and entered her classroom.

Two things happened when Haruhi entered the room. The first thing which happened was that a swarm of her female classmates attacked her with bear hugs and high, shrill shrieks. The second thing was that Kaoru, seeing Haruhi in distress, dived into the vast sea of rustling yellow uniforms and squealing girls and attempted to save the brunette but was attacked by the girls as well. Their clothes would have been torn off if it wasn't for Kazukiyo Soga and Momoka Kurakano, the President and Vice-President of Class 1-A. Momoka blew a whistle that hung around her neck, a sharp sound piercing through the high shrills of the girls.

Prying a few girls from the top of the pile, Momoka calmly said, "Girls, please get of Haruhi Fujioka and Kaoru Hitaachin. I don't think they appreciate all of you sitting on them."

"No, we don't…" was Kaoru's muffled reply which Haruhi simply grunted, to back up his statement.

"If you don't get off them soon, I am pretty sure that they will suffocate." Kazukiyo conceded, pushing up his glasses with a slight poke of his long slender fingers.

The girls squealed, not wanting their hosts to suffocate because of them, so all at once they clambered off, apologising to the two hosts as they left. The two panted heavily, glad that the girls were off and glad that they could breathe again. Kaoru got up first and offered a hand to Haruhi, which she gladly took.

Haruhi dropped her bag at her feet when she took her seat beside Kaoru. Usually Haruhi sat in the middle of the two but since Hikaru wasn't talking to her, Haruhi sat near the window with Kaoru in the middle and Hikaru on the other side. Glancing to her right, she saw Hikaru look at her but then he quickly turned around and chatted to a classmate. Shaking her head, she leaned on her hand and gazed out the window.

"Hey, Haruhi?" Kaoru asked, nudging his friend.

"What?" she hummed, not really paying attention.

"Are you upset about Hikaru?"

Haruhi stiffened, her hand sliding down her face. She faced Kaoru and nodded, quietly saying, "Yeah, I am. I don't like the fighting between us two. It hurts, I guess…"

Kaoru glanced at his brother, checking to see if had heard anything. But by the way he was sitting, it didn't seem like he did so he carried on the conversation.

"Don't worry, Haruhi." he sighed, "Hikaru will see the error in his ways. It might take awhile but bear with him."

Haruhi nodded.

Her school day had finally ended, the last bell chiming loudly, its loud shriek echoing around the school. She had got lost a few times but with Kaoru's guidance, she had found her classes. The school day had gone quickly and even though she had forgotten what she was supposed to be doing in most of her classes, she had caught on quite quickly and didn't really have any problems with it. Her last subject of the day was English. When the bell chimed, she sat back in her seat and stretched. She picked up her bag, slung it over her shoulders and headed out the door.

"Haruhi, wait for me!" Kaoru cried, running after the female. She stopped and waited for him, continuing to walk when he had caught up with her. She glanced behind him, looking for Hikaru.

"Where's Hikaru?"

"He went on."

"Oh." Haruhi said, a slight frown forming on her lips. Kaoru sighed and grabbed his friend's hand. Haruhi glanced up and look puzzled.

"Host Club, remember?"

"OH!" Haruhi smacked her forehead.

"Do you remember where it is?" Kaoru asked, briskly walking down the halls.

Haruhi's eyebrows knitted together as she tried to remember where the club was located. She paused and after a while, replied with. "Third Music Room?" She glanced up at Kaoru, waiting for his answer.

"Yeah, I'm glad you remembered something." Kaoru smiled. "At least." He quickly added as he strolled through the emptying corridors, his hand tugging on Haruhi's blazer cuff.

"Well, I'm sorry for getting into an accident." Haruhi retorted, rolling her eyes. Kaoru stopped abruptly, causing the brunette to smack into him. "Why did you stop?" Haruhi mumbled, rubbing her throbbing nose.

"We're here, silly." He pushed open the large doors. He found Haruhi's hand and grabbed it, stepping inside with her following. He stepped to the side, letting Haruhi see the room. She gasped, and her hand fell from Kaoru's.

The room was simply beautiful. There were red, plush looking sofa's lined up against the left wall with chairs dotted in front of them. Tables were set up between them and a pure white table cloth was draped over the dark wood. On top of all the tables, were expensive vases with colourful flowers placed within. That itself, took up nearly half the room and the room was pretty spacious. In the far right hand corner, was a built in room, which Haruhi expected it to be a little kitchen or storage room of some sorts. Just down from that room, were even more chairs and tables, perfectly lined up.

She gazed around the room, and muttered, "Damn rich…" Kaoru stepped beside her and placed a hand on her slender shoulder. He looked down at his friend, who was still looking around the room.

"Nice, isn't it?"

"Nice?" Haruhi squawked, "It's more than that, it's beautiful! It must be pretty expensive too."

"This is what it looks like normally."

"What do you mean normally?"

Hikaru laughed. "You'll find out what I mean soon enough."

"Whatever you say." Haruhi rolled her eyes.

"But do you know what's weird though?"

Haruhi hummed in response. She was too busy walking around the room, inspecting everything and letting her hand glide over the furniture.

"You haven't been greeted by rose petals yet."

Haruhi spun around. "What? Rose petals?"

"Tono does this thing were he… Well ignore that because you'll find out soon enough."

Haruhi huffed, as she plonked herself down onto one of the many sofas that lined the left wall. She patted the seat beside her, and Kaoru sat down.

"Where is everyone?"

"Well it usually starts in half an hour, and it takes quite a bit to get here from the second and third year classes."

"I see." She crossed her legs at this point. "What's that room over there for?"

"It's a kitchen, dressing room and storage room. It's probably where Hikaru is hiding right now."

The two sat in silence for a moment, not sure what to say. The massive doors of the Music Room burst open and Tamaki skipped in, singing a little happy French tune. Kyoya slowly followed, scribbling away into a little black notebook. Takashi ambled in, with Mitsukini and Usa sitting on his broad shoulders.

Haruhi smiled, a little small smile that grew on her face. By the time Mitsukini and Takashi walked over, she had a big grin on her face. Mitsukini placed himself on the girl's lap, and prodded her cheek. "Why are you smiling like that, Haru-chan?"

"No reason, Mitsukini. No reason."

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