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I'm With You

~Chapter 1~

If only her life wasn't so hard. If only she were wanted. Then, she wouldn't be sad, depressed, moping around as if she were a spirit lost in this world. Maybe then, she'd have friends and a family that would take care of her. But that wouldn't happen. If it did, the whole world would end.

Haruhi was this young maiden's name. Haruhi Fujioka. She's only 15 but she's had 20 different foster homes. Sure, she's sweet, caring, intelligent. Sure, she's a great girl, beautiful even with her silky, boy cut hair, big brown eyes, and her cute, baby face. But, the homes that she land in don't seem to care. They all, no matter what she does, do not care for her. All they care about is that she doesn't speak. And because of that, they label her as a freak.

Every time she goes to a foster home, she is absolutely certain that no one would care for her. She is absolutely certain that nobody would care if she disappeared off the face of the Earth! And that's exactly what she's planning to do. Well, not exactly. All she really wants to do is run away; run away from the drama, the hurt, the fact that no one likes her. She wants to run away and never come back.

But, in the back of her mind, she's hoping that someone would do so; go after her. That someone would be worried and prove her wrong on her theory. She desperately hopes that she is wrong. If she isn't, what would she do then?

Tonight's the night, Haruhi decided. No matter what, she's leaving tonight. She just hopes that she won't get caught. This girl's not the swiftest, most coordinated person in the world. She just might trip over something and make a huge commotion, letting the whole world know that she was running. But, the fact that she was very light on her feet and that she was quick would help her out in the long run. All she really needed was a little luck so that she wouldn't trip over her own feet and jeopardize her mission of escape.

She grabbed hold of her bag packed with extra food, clothes, and anything she would need to survive on her own. She had taken the money from her emergency bank account she set up a few years back. It was supposed to be for college, but she decided that she wanted this just as much. She'd find out a way to get more money… somehow. She quickly slipped on her shoes and silently made her way to her door.

Now this was one of the hard parts; her door usually squeaked as she opened it. So, she hoped and prayed that the world would take at least a little pity on her. She apprehensively opened the door. There was a tiny, barely noticeable squeak. She instantly stopped. Holding her breath, she waited for someone to come out of their room and start questioning, scolding her. But, none of it came.

Haruhi sighed in relief. Well, she thought, so far, so good. She willed herself to go on, hoping for things to go smoothly, to go perfectly. She crept down the stairs and silently made her way to the front door. She reached it, silently thanking whatever god there was in existence that nothing had gone wrong so far.

And as she opened the door, Haruhi couldn't help but feel free; feel as if nothing stood between her and her chance at freedom. She let out a small smile and headed out.

The night wasn't the best, no, but it would have to do. She knew that she was crazy to do this at the time of night. Especially since the weather wouldn't be on her side. It was said, on the news broadcast that she was watching that morning, that there would be a thunderstorm tonight. A stupid move for her indeed when she knew she had the fear of thunder, otherwise known as brontophobia.

But she pushed her fears aside, feeling lighter and lighter with each stride she took. She felt happy to be away from all that hardship. She's finally leaving it all behind.

She walked on through the streets, wondering where she should go. She had absolutely no idea. Haruhi is usually a very well prepared girl. But this time around, she had no idea what she was doing. She hadn't prepared herself to run away very well, for this was more of a 'last minute decision'. She had decided to try to go to a different city or somewhere that no one knew her at all and try to figure something out from there. But she was still unprepared. She still felt as if something may just go wrong tonight.

Haruhi kept walking. She didn't know where she was going. Anywhere that was away from the latest foster home was good enough for her, though. She instantly got lost in the unfamiliar streets, but she didn't fret. She kept on her way, wondering where a good place to stay would be. She waked for what seemed like hours, which is very much true. She had left her foster home around midnight, and by the positioning of the moon, it should be about 3, 4 o'clock in the morning.

I believe this is far enough, Haruhi thought, looking around at her surroundings.

She felt unbelievably lucky. It hadn't started raining and she had made it quite a ways away from her 'home'. She was beaming.

But, she couldn't help but mentally curse when she felt a huge rain drop fall upon her nose. She quickened her pace as another fell; then another, and another, until finally, she found herself being pelted by unpitying drops of rain.

I just jinxed it, she thought as she glared at the ground before her.

She was running across a bridge over a raging river when she heard it: the impeccable booming of thunder. Her eyes widened and she gasped, tripping on a small crack in the ground. She fell face first into the hard, uncaring cement.

Haruhi shook in fright, tears making their way to her eyes. She was scared, lost, hurting, and it was all her fault.

The wind got stronger; the rain fell harder. Haruhi fumbled through her bag and quickly brought out her umbrella. She opened it up and perched it above her head, trying to protect herself from the rain.

But when she heard thunder crack, her hand loosened around the umbrella's handle and the wind stole it from her, taking it far away into the night.

Haruhi swore that she heard the wind and trees laughing at her; the rain and lightning taunting her as the thunder continued to scare her to her wits end. And everything just made her feel worse.

As thunder clapped thrice in a row, Haruhi whimpered, curling herself up into a ball. Tears stung her eyes, but, the rain had masked this fact. Slowly, after a few minutes of no thunder, Haruhi stood up. She looked around, trying to find a place where she could seek refuge. Finding none, she sighed and looked down to the river beneath her.

Here she was, standing- thunder boomed and she fell down, curling up in the ground once more. Scratch that, she was curled up on the floor of a bridge, rain unmercifully pelting her and all the street lamps that were on a minute ago had flashed off. Here she was, facing her fear in the dark, alone.

Haruhi choked out a sob. She was pretty sure that the storm had woken up her foster family. The storm is the hugest storm she'd ever been through. And she is absolutely certain that they had checked up on her room. She just hoped that they cared enough to save her from her idiocy and called the police and were out there, looking for her.

But as those moments turned to seconds, and those seconds turned to minutes, they slowly turned to hours and Haruhi learned that they weren't coming. She scolded herself for being an idiot for doing something during a time that she knew wouldn't be best. And she couldn't help but believe she did deserve this horrid outcome for her tries of freedom.

Haruhi listened for anything; footsteps, car tires, police sirens, anything that would signify that she was being looked for. But she didn't hear a thing. And she felt utterly broken.

Please, Haruhi thought, sobbing, somebody just take me home…

Suddenly, she heard them: footsteps.

Her heart beat quickened as she gained hope. She looked up, trying to find out who was there, who was running towards her. But, she felt light headed. Her head instantly fell to the rails of the bridge, here eyes fluttering shut.

"Hey, are you alright?" Haruhi heard a voice call.

She forced her eyes open and saw an outline of someone; a man. He appeared to be about a year or two older than her considering his height, but Haruhi was unable to conclude anything else about him. It was too dark and she felt too weak.

She let out another round of tears, though, she highly doubted the man in front of her would notice through the rain, and closed her eyes. She couldn't do it. She had no more strength to keep herself awake any longer. And she felt herself drifting off to sleep, shivering cold, and just wishing she could go 'home'.

He knew that he shouldn't have done that. His golden blond hair was plastered to his forehead as his violet eyes tried to see through the dark. He was cold, wet, and tired. Even though he knew this, he kept walking through the rain. Tamaki just couldn't help but feel as if he needed to be out here, as if there was something important on the line.

So, he just trusted his gut and carried on, walking through the dark and desolate streets of the city. Currently, he was in a commoners' part of town. He didn't recognize the names of businesses at all, since they were nothing of his quality, his kind. He was amazed of all of the 'commoner shops' lined down the streets and around corners.

Tamaki found himself drawn to a park near the center of the town. And as thunder and lightning struck, he couldn't help but get nervous. Why, he did not know. He just felt… drawn to… whatever was inside of that park.

He gazed up at the starless sky as the clouds let all of the wet drops trickle down onto him from the air above. He was aware that this was one of the worst storms in history and that he should just go home when he is still fine, but he just found himself making his way through the park faster.

Odd, he thought, is something wrong with me?

And then, he heard a yelp. He jumped into the air, completely startled. But as soon as he recovered from his fright, he started running towards the voice. He looked around frantically, desperately trying to find the person in need.

He didn't know why, but he felt a sort of protectiveness when he heard the voice cry out. He didn't know why, but he found himself longing to protect the very person who let out that frightened noise.

He was just about to give up looking for the person, when all of a sudden he heard a sob. Looking around, he spotted a figure curled up against the bridge. And then, he ran. He ran faster than he even though he could, trying to get to the person faster.

He saw the person look at him for a second, but their head fell back once more. Tamaki couldn't help but wonder what had happened to this person.

"Hey, are you alright?" Tamaki called out from a short distance.

He ran a bit faster and skidded to a stop next to the person. It was… a girl?

Tamaki noticed that she couldn't have been that much younger than him and that she was carrying a bag with her.

I've heard of this before, Tamaki though, bewildered at his discovery. This girl… she must have run away!

He noticed her drifting into sleep, her breaths shallow. He panicked. He had no idea what he was supposed to do! Was he supposed to perform CPR? Mouth to mouth?

Tamaki blushed at that thought. He felt too shy. No, he wouldn't do that. Something clicked into Tamaki's immature head and he instantly knew what he needed to do. He carefully slipped an arm underneath the girl's legs and one behind her back and lifted her up, supporting her with his body and arms. He slung her bag over his shoulder and made sure he wouldn't be able to drop either of the two.

He swiftly turned around and started running. He knew what he had to do: he had to get her out of the rain before she got sick. And he should get out of it as well.

As Tamaki ran, he noticed that the girl was shivering. Hugging her closer, Tamaki ran a little bit faster. He felt very strongly of the girl, though, he doesn't even know her. He found himself looking down at the mysterious girl from time to time as he ran. And he couldn't help but be entranced by her.

Her hair was in a boy cut but it still looked silky and soft, making Tamaki feel the urge to run his fingers through her hair. Her skin looked pale and soft. Though, the pale part may be because of how cold she was. Her complexion was perfect; nothing marred her beauty.

Tamaki's breath was taken away. He noticed how pink her lips were, how very inviting they seemed. He noted how long her beautiful eyelashes were, knowing that they would frame her eyes perfectly.

Thinking of eyes, Tamaki thought, I wonder what her eyes look like.

And he felt giddy just thinking about the time when she opens her eyes and he will be able to see what beautiful orbs she possesses. He couldn't wait to find out more about her. He couldn't wait until she woke up.

Tamaki found himself in front of the Suoh mansion. He noticed that there were maids and butlers, calling out his name and looking everywhere for him. He made his presence noticed and those who were looking for him, rushed towards his side, expressions surprised.

"Master Tamaki" a maid gasped, "what happened? Who is this young lady?"

"I'm not sure" Tamaki responded, not taking his eyes off the girl's face as the maids and butlers forced him into the house, "I found her."

"And where exactly did you find her?" the head maid asked.

"In the park, Shima" Tamaki responded, refusing to let the butler take the mysterious girl from his arms.

"And what exactly were you doing at the park in such a storm this late at night?" Shima asked, ready to yell at her young master.

"I'm sorry, Shima, but you'll have to question me later. We need to help her, now!" Tamaki started up the stairs, going as fast as he could without tripping.

A maid grabbed the bag slung over his shoulder as another opened up the door to the guest room right next to Tamaki's. Tamaki laid the girl gently on the bed. He saw her shivering even worse than she was earlier, her teeth chattering and her breaths shaky.

"We'll dry her and cloth her, young Master Tamaki!" Two chipper maids chorused despite the hour of night.

"But-" Tamaki began but was instantly cut off.

"You must leave this to us, Master Tamaki" Shima said. "It is improper for a man to be in the same room as a lady when she is dressing."

Tamaki blushed and bowed at the maids, heading out to the hallway. Closing the door behind him, Tamaki sighed and walked to his own room, taking a hot shower and dressing into warm, light blue pajama button up shirt and pants.

Slipping on his house slippers, Tamaki made his way out into the hallway. He went to the door of the room he had placed the girl in and knocked. He was almost instantly responded to by a maid. She invited Tamaki in and went out, going to get something for the girl who was lying unconscious in the bed.

Tamaki walked towards the figure resting. He stared at her as he sat down on a chair placed beside her bed.

"She'll be fine Master Tamaki" Shima said, placing a frail hand upon his shoulder. "She just needs some rest."

Tamaki nodded, not once taking his eyes off the mysterious beauty.

"So, what were you doing out of the residence this late at night?" Shima asked.

Tamaki chuckled nervously, gulping as he looked at Shima's harsh, questioning gaze.

"Well… you see…"

He has a lot of explaining to do.

~Chapter 1 End~

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