Odd chapter, in my opinion. I had an idea of where I wanted the plot to go all along, but I didn't think it would sound this weird. Hehe. :) Hope you guys like it. :P Oh, by the way, that is a real chant. I googled "magic chants" and tried looking for a short, creepy one. Dunno if it is just a made up one or whatever, but it did the job.

I've been receiving comments about how my chapters are too short, and I must say, I agree. This one is short like the rest of them, too. :( It's a big problem of mine, and I intend to improve my writing style. I apologize for those that are bothered by this and I hope to maybe combine chapters together after the story is finished to lessen the number of chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. There would have been romance by now and I would have been rolling in money instead of typing a story on FF.

Falling Down by Atreyu

"I'm falling down, falling down, falling down...
It's in your head, all the voices mistaken
(Shake it off! shake it off!)
We're all dying in the end."

Chapter 19:

"Today's gonna suck." Halley complained as the group of boys around her glared and motioned for her to shut up. Haruhi and Hikaru were on their little date around town and the rest of them were spying.

She inwardly groaned at the thought of stalking the two of them as they spent their day having fun with each other. Why should she not be the one having fun? It would be a waste of a vacation to just follow them around all day. She knew what it was going to be like, anyway: initially awkward, then the two would warm up to each other, then it would abruptly end with rain, thunder, and tears.

"You know what?" She asked, only to be hushed by several boys at once. "I'm going to just hang out back in Sonoda's pension. Bye!"

She found her way back to where they were staying and walked up to her, Hikaru, and Kaoru's room. She sat on her "bed" and took out her IPod, grateful that it had internet connection. She mostly spent a large part of the day listening to music and watching funny YouTube videos. She spent the other part mapping out the plot of Ouran in her head in an attempt to come up with an answer of why she was there in the first place. It still made no sense to her.

She kept coming up with dead ends and irrational solutions. It would help if she could remember what she was doing before she got sent there, but Haley just couldn't recall anything useful. All that popped up were random faces and events, mostly from her old high school.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, her head started throbbing. It was as if the whole host club were taking turns hitting her head with a huge mallet. She winced. Her hands found their way to her head of hair and tightly gripped her scalp. She let out a short, panicked cry and rolled over onto the floor.

Now in a fetal position, Halley felt tears coming to her eyes from all of the pain. A wave of old memories came rushing back to her, in short bursts and in random order.

FLASHBACK(S)...

"I've got to go, mom," Halley said to her mother over the phone as she approached her front door. "I need to go to school."

It was a nice home with a handful of bedrooms and lots of extravagant decor thanks to her mother. Her house had a heated pool, large kitchen with granite counter-tops and steel appliances, and all those other things that average people found to be "unnecessary." It was not as large as the Hitachiin's mansion, but it was by no means average, either.

It was a shame that Halley did not get to see her parents in her house as often as she liked. The two were often very busy and left her on her own in a house full of many things to do, but no one to share it with. That is, if you don't count the occasional maid or cleaning lady.

"Alright, then, dear," Her mother sweetly responded.

"Oh, and I might not make it to dinner, I'm staying after school for a club."

"That's fine, honey. Your father and I have work 'till late again, today." Halley frowned at this.

Flash!

"Uh, hi." Halley greeted a boy who stood in the way of her and a few friends at a hallway in school. He appeared to be a boy of few words, because he did not respond with any. Dressed in a black robe, he stood out from the crowd and likely alienated himself from his peers.

Halley had heard rumors about this boy and his odd club of misfits. He and a few others apparently just stood in a dark room together chanting spells during club meetings. It was rumored that they were using dark magic, but it was so ridiculous half the school shrugged it off.

"Are you interested in participating in a club activity tomorrow?" He creepily asked.

Flash!

"We are the Weavers. We are the Web. We are the Spiders. We are the Thread." chanted a group of people in black robes in a pitch black room. The only source of light was the small candles held in everybody's hands but her own and the rest of the guests "participating." Halley, frightened at the chanting and dark mood, wondered why the group accepted the invitation to join them, anyway. "We are the Spinners. We are the Web..."

The group was told to let their mind wander. Some of Halley's friends found this to be easy, but Halley was a little distrustful and questioned this. She loosened up, though, and found herself drifting into a sea of thoughts. Most of which were about the day's occurrences, but others were random. One of these thoughts, she distinctly remembered this, was the thought of going back home to read some more of the Ouran High School Host Club Manga.

And then, just like that, she felt like she was free-falling. She forgot who she was, where they all were, why she was there... everything, then entered a dream like state.

PRESENT TIME...

She was no longer hurting. The pain in her head disappeared as quickly as it arrived. She slowly sat up and took in her surroundings. She was still on the floor in the room she shared with the twins. Nothing else really changed. The rest of the pension was fairly quiet. Well, for all of the 15 seconds before the hosts returned, anyway.

She shivered at the flashbacks that abruptly came to her. They did, however, leave her with a nice tidbit of information: She had a lead, now, and she, Hikaru, and Kyouya did not need to start from scratch like they thought they would.