Z.R. Stein
The Ouran Plan – An Ouran High School Host Club/Sekirei crossover AU.
I do not own the characters to either series.
It's been a few days since the last chapter; it was finals week. I apologize though, I should have warned you guys.
Fair warning, from here on out I'm going to be diverging from the actual Sekirei plot more and more. I stuck really close to it early on to build a nice framework, but now due to personal preference and the Ouran characters themselves, I'm going to be more original.
Oh, and I'm going to be publishing a Fullmetal Alchemist/Attack on Titan crossover soon, so look forwards to that! Or don't, if that's not up your alley.
But anyways, onto the story.
I hate him. I really do.
The small part of Haruhi's mind that wasn't currently screaming thought that as she and Tamaki plummeted to the earth. Falling headfirst towards the ground, Haruhi held tightly onto Tamaki's hand, their voices mixing together in mutual and severe horror.
If he survives this, I'm going to kill him. So dead. Like, six feet under.
As the unforgiving and very hard looking ground came ever closer, Haruhi squeezed her eyes shut. She hugged Tamaki as tightly as she could, digging her fingers into his back.
SHHPHOOOOM
. . .
A different part of the city. The skeleton of an incomplete building, where stacks of paper are strewn on the ground along with manga magazines. On one of the exposed crossbeams sits a young woman, a pencil behind one ear.
"The rain suddenly stopped. Wonderful! Now I can read Moe Moe Diary in peace!"
The girl brushed some of her tawny coloured hair back, tucking it into her bow. She removed the pencil and tapped it against her lips, still looking at the sky.
"Such a lovely change, not bland like before. Very romantic, it's the perfect weather for young couples to be out and about! Hah…I wonder who did that? I'll just have to find out, now, won't I?"
With a somewhat unsettling giggle, the young woman began to pack up her manga magazines, eager to find out what the cause of the sudden change in weather was.
. . .
Haruhi groaned, her lids scrunching up as she came to.
Damn, it's cold. And I feel wet…why am I wet? Did something happen after Tamaki and…shit, maybe its blood!
Haruhi cracked open one eye, looking down her body. She was soaking wet, but she could see no blood at all.
"Oh good, you're awake."
Haruhi turned her head to locate the voice. She saw a stately middle aged woman standing a meter away with a concerned expression on her face. Her brown hair was done up in a bun, and she was wearing a simple kimono. Behind her was a large house flanked by cherry trees.
Haruhi realized that the woman probably owned the property that they had landed on, and she reached for a few words to explain her presence there.
So me and my Sekirei…err…friend…dropped out of the sky into your backyard because he was being an idiot and jumped a kilometer into the air. Not that he's a superhero or an alien or anything…err…uh…no, we were skydiving. Without parachutes. And somehow managed to survive. Oh come on Haruhi, she'll never believe that!
"Are you alright, dear? That was quite a nasty fall you just took."
Haruhi struggled to sit up and say something.
"Oh yes, I'm just fine Mi-"
Haruhi let out a low whimper as she felt a stabbing pain drive through her leg. The woman covered her mouth in sympathy.
"You're hurt!"
"Haruhi is hurt? What happened, who hurt her!?"
Tamaki was suddenly by Haruhi's side, a fist clenched in the air as if he were about to beat someone to death for touching his Ashikabi.
Oh right. I still have to kill him.
"You hurt me, you blithering idiot! Who the hell does that!? You need to think before you go jumping like that, you could have gotten us killed! Also why are you so wet!"
Coming to the end of her rant, Haruhi noticed that Tamaki had retreated away from her and was currently poking mushrooms by the pool as he sniffed quiet words that sounded like 'sorry' and 'please don't be mad'.
Oh. A pool. I guess that explains why we aren't dead. Though falling from that height, it'd be harder than concrete.
Haruhi noticed that Tamaki's yukata was shredded again, particularly at the back; it looked to have been blasted off from enormous pressure.
Oh…so he protected me with his body. I…well he's still an idiot but I guess he can live…for now.
"What's all that noise out there? Is someone out there?"
Haruhi turned her gaze away from Tamaki. In the doorway of the house stood a young man with long blonde hair and a slight build. He was wearing a loose fitting nightshirt and looked over the three people outside with curiosity.
The woman cracked a small smile at the sight of him before ushering at both Tamaki and Haruhi.
"Come along. We can get you both dried off and Umehito here will take care of your leg, Haruhi. I'll make some tea for the three of you."
Nodding numbly, Haruhi held out a hand towards Tamaki. He still seemed to be afraid that she was angry at him, so she gave him a small smile of encouragement.
Tea does sound very nice right about now.
. . .
Haruhi looked around the house as Umehito bound up her leg. It was very plain, almost Spartan, and ruthlessly clean. A few pictures of people that Haruhi didn't know adorned the walls (though one of them looked oddly familiar).
"There you go. All done now."
Haruhi flexed her leg experimentally and sighed. It was much better.
"Thank you. It's much better. Umehito, right?"
Umehito nodded pleasantly.
"The lady is Kotoko. Thank her, she's the one who told me to do it."
Kotoko, huh? She has the same name as you, Mom.
"I will."
Umehito began packing up his supplies, storing them inside a small black case he had brought along.
"So…what were you two doing in our pool in the middle of the night, Haruhi?"
Haruhi froze, trying to think of a proper answer. The words of Yoshio Ootori echoed in the back of her mind.
OBI employs a military force of over a thousand soldiers. If you break the agreement, we will be forced to enact…proprietary measures, Miss Fujioka.
"We…uh…we were…blown in…by the wind."
Haruhi winced at the lame excuse, knowing how ridiculous it sounded. Umehito arched an eyebrow before shrugging, apparently not finding the answer that strange.
"I suppose that will do for now. Just be more careful around the wind next time, ok?"
Haruhi breathed a sigh of relief, not noticing Umehito sneak a sly glance out the window at the newly cloudless sky.
"Haruuuhiiiii!"
Haruhi looked up to see Tamaki enter the room, Kotoko not far behind. He had on a brand new yukata, this one coloured a rich, lovely red. He seemed to have regained his confidence and proceeded to jubilantly strut his stuff around the room, modeling his new look.
He certainly recovered quick. That yukata looks good on him though. It contrasts with his eyes nicely.
Haruhi felt a light blush rise to her cheeks at the thought before she turned to the lady of the house.
"Thank you very much for the clothes and the medical care. I don't know what we would have done without it."
Kotoko held up a hand to her face and smiled.
"I like to help people out and meddle in other's affairs. It keeps life interesting."
Haruhi heard Umehito snort behind her, muttering something under his breath that she couldn't quite hear. Kotoko shot him a glare and held out a pair of sweats.
"Here, these should fit you, dear. They're bound to be much better than that old, wet sweater that you have on."
Haruhi nodded and politely accepted the clothes.
I wonder if Umehito is married to her? He seems a bit young for that…I mean, not that it's any of my business.
"Ah, I should introduce myself properly. I'm Kotoko. Kotoko Asama."
"Haruhi Fujioka. And this idiot is Tamaki."
Kotoko seemed to pause upon hearing Fujioka, though that could have just been in Haruhi's imagination. She smiled and bowed slightly.
Tamaki copied her movements, bowing alongside her before he leaned back and sniffed the air.
"Something smells delicious! Is there food here?"
Kotoko laughed, shaking her head at the irrepressible Tamaki while Haruhi shot him a glowering look.
We crashed in their back yard! Seriously, senpai, it is not polite to ask for food!
Kotoko, however, didn't seem to have a problem with it.
"I was just starting dinner when I heard you arrive. Would you like to join us?"
Haruhi began waving her hands in protest.
"No no, we've already caused you enough trouble, we'll just get out of your hair and go on our way. You've done more-"
At that opportune moment, Tamaki's stomach made a noise that could be best described as a giant bear coming out of hibernation and grumbling about its extreme hunger.
This guy…
Kotoko started giggling as Haruhi's face turned bright red and Tamaki stood there looking sheepish.
. . .
"Thank you for the meal!"
Haruhi and Tamaki clapped their hands together and bowed to Kotoko, who smiled amiably and waved a hand towards the small feast.
"Please, help yourselves. I made much more than usual, seeing as we have two growing young people in the house."
Tears were streaming down Tamaki's face as he held his bowl aloft, his fist clenched and his eyes shiny.
"Oh, what a cruel world, to have never tasted such food before! This is most befitting of one as beautiful as I, the prince of this story!"
What the hell is he talking about?
Umehito and Kotoko sat at the other end of the table, the two grinning at the energetic Tamaki and the steaming Haruhi.
"Oho! What's this I see!? Shrimp rolls!? I have never had one before, but oh, to try new foods is the spice of life! I will do it! I will eat this shrimp roll!"
Haruhi's eye began to twitch in annoyance as Tamaki exaggeratedly ate the shrimp roll, trying to strike a pose while food was in his mouth (but not quite succeeding, Haruhi noted).
"What's going on in there? Is dinner ready yet?"
Haruhi looked up as the door behind Umehito slid open and promptly spit out her food, spraying it across the table.
Behind the blonde teen stood two identical twins, with ginger hair, green eyes, and light skin. One of them wore a red towel around his waist while the other wore a purple towel; besides that, neither of them had any clothing on.
"You!"
"You!"
"Mmm!"
Tamaki joined in, despite the fact that his mouth was full, and both he and Haruhi jumped to their feet. Everything was set to descend into chaos.
However, all of them suddenly felt an oppressive, evil presence fill the room and stopped their actions. Heads creaking to the side, the four of them observed an unsettling Kotoko, her mouth curled into a ghastly smile. Her left eyebrow twitched a few times, her gaze on the twins.
"Hikaru. Kaoru. How many times have I told you not to come to the table without clothes on?"
Blanching white, the twins turned backed up and shut the door, seeking a safer place. Haruhi felt the ominous gaze focus on her and she gulped.
"Miss Fujioka, if you could abstain from spitting at my table."
Haruhi was able to nod once before the gaze moved off of her and onto Tamaki. She sighed in relief.
…wow. She's scary.
Tamaki, meanwhile, was frozen in place, his mouth still bulging with food.
"And please don't talk with your mouth full. We do have manners, do we not?"
Tamaki nodded robotically, swallowing the mouthful down.
. . .
A few minutes later, everything had sorted itself out. The twins returned, fully dressed, and Kotoko gave them all a lecture on the rules of the house. Then, they resumed eating, Haruhi watching the twins out of the corner of her eye.
I know they said they weren't interested in us anymore, but they did try to kill us. I don't want to get involved in anything dangerous….ugh, what am I saying, this whole thing is dangerous and fucking insane!
"So…Miss Asama?"
Tamaki looked at their host, his plate clean and his look inquisitive.
"Yes, Tamaki?"
"These people aren't your family, right? So, what is this place?"
Tamaki! That's not polite to ask that!
Haruhi sighed in exasperation directed towards her dunderheaded Sekirei. Kotoko didn't seem to mind the question, however.
"Ah, yes, it's true we're not family. This is Maison Izumo, a boarding house that I run. Hikaru, Kaoru, and Umehito are all tenants."
Hikaru nodded in response to her words, adding on "Yeah, nobody but weirdos like the three of us would choose to live in such a battered, decrepit building. We're always looking for new tenants."
Kotoko turned towards Hikaru, the ghastly smile on her face again.
"Battered? Decrepit?"
Kaoru laughed nervously and came to the rescue of his twin.
"What he meant to say is that only truly special people would live somewhere that has so much character and charm. Right, Hikaru?"
His brother nodded, unable to speak under the pressure of the gaze upon him.
"Tenants? Do you have rooms available then?"
Haruhi blurted out without thinking, hope in her eyes. Kotoko tuned her attention towards Haruhi, pondering it for a moment.
"Yes, we have a few rooms? Why do you ask?"
Haruhi found herself at a loss for words. She hadn't expected such a stroke of good luck to happen to her after the past few disastrous days.
Tamaki, however, proved himself to not be as dense as she thought he was, and immediately bowed to Kotoko and began supplicating.
"Please, would it be allowable for Haruhi and myself to stay here? Due to me, she was kicked out of her apartment and we looked all over the city to find a new one but they kept on turning us down so now we have nowhere to go so it would be really great if we could have a room, Honorable Miss Asama!"
Kotoko seemed taken aback, but she recovered in a few seconds and graced Tamaki with a warm smile.
"Please, raise your head, young man. I have a principle to never turn away from those in need…an old friend of mine often told me to hold by that. Also, your manners are much appreciated, though you don't need to bow so low to me."
Wait, then that means-!
"Miss Asama, do you mean to say that we can live here?"
Kotoko smiled widely at Haruhi.
"Welcome to Maison Izumo, you two!"
Haruhi broke out into a smile of her own before shrieking as Tamaki picked her up and began spinning her around in a fit of joy.
Kotoko was giggling behind her hand when she felt Umehito sit down beside her. He said "Kotoko, are you sure about letting them in this easily? They clearly have something with the twins, and I-"
Kotoko frowned slightly, still watching Haruhi and Tamaki; the girl had managed to extract herself from Tamaki and was currently ignoring him despite his protests.
"You know as well as I do they're not here by chance. Besides…she's Ryoji's daughter. It's not like I can turn her away."
Umehito pursed his lips before nodding, a buzzing at his thigh indicating a call.
"Well, I'd better be going to bed. Goodnight everyone."
Umehito exited the dining room, walking out into the yard and closing the sliding door behind him. He pulled a cellphone out of his pocket, pressing buttons on it as the moon shone overhead, watching all.
After a few moments, he held the phone up to his ear.
"Nekozawa. What is it?"
Umehito frowned at the words.
"The last number? I'll keep an eye out then. Nekozawa out."
The phone disappeared back into his pocket, and Umehito's frown deepened.
. . .
Haruhi sat in her new room, the sounds of Tamaki humming in the shower drifting through the wall. The TV was turned on, light flickering over the floor as she looked around, mentally planning out where all of her belongings would go. Idly, she heard the news reporter say something about disappearances in the arboretum.
I should call Dad. He's probably worried sick right now.
Haruhi sighed, preparing herself for her father's typical onslaught. However, she unexpectedly did not get it, as she only reached his voicemail.
"You have called Ranka Fujioka. If I'm not at the phone, it must mean that I'm out doing wonderful things, so please leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"
Well, at least now I don't have to listen to his usual, but what could he be doing?He's almost never too busy to pick up.
"Hey Dad…uh…listen, I'm going to be moving across town. I found this nice new place called Maison Izumo, the owner here is fantastic. I just wanted to call to check up and all that. So…yeah. Bye."
Haruhi hung up, wincing slightly at the awkwardness of the message.
I haven't had a whole lot of normal in my life the past few days. Talking to dad like nothing has happened is…weird.
Shrugging, Haruhi glanced back at the TV in times for it to turn to the weather. A sound behind her indicated that Tamaki was done with his shower.
"Ah, that was quite refreshing. You should go next, Haruhi, although we seem to be out of shampoo."
Haruhi turned around to see a smiling, naked Tamaki waving around an empty shampoo bottle. She flushed beet red at the sight before throwing a towel at him and screaming "Get your damn clothes on, pervert!"
. . .
A bench outside of the arboretum. A girl sat on the bench, her knees drawn up to her chest. She had a Sekirei crest on her forehead, though she seemed to be alone. Her eyes were red and puffy, as if she had been crying.
"What's a beautiful creature like you doing out here, alone?"
The girl looked up and saw a tomboyish woman in front of her, flanked by two other females. Her lips were curved into an appraising smile.
"Would you like to join the Zuka Club?"
The girl blinked.
"The Zuka Club?"
Hey dudes, sorry for the shorter chapter this time around. I had wanted it to be longer, but this felt like a good place to stop. Whew, there was a lot of fluffy stuff to get through there.
You might notice I've fixed some things up from Chapters 1 and 2. I had incorrectly spelled yukata, and I had incorrectly called Nekozawa/Umehito a girl in Chapter 2. Also I called switched up Yuzuru Suoh and Yoshio Ootori.
And yes, the twins are living at Maison Izumo. Deal with it, I said I wasn't going to stay the course as much as I have been. There's a very good reason for it, I assure you.
Anyways, drop me a review and tell me how I'm doing. I still have yet to receive one single review, so be there first to do so!
If you do you'll get a metaphorical cookie.
