Crazy: Wow, this one's a lot shorter, only two pages, oh well

Hanataro completely avoided even going near the Host Club for a whole week, although he did occasionally talk with Haruhi and the twins, and stood quietly with Mori when Jack and Hunny talked with each other. Otherwise he had no contact with the Host Club whatsoever, so since his customers could not see him in the club. They formed a secret, not-so-secret, fan club for him and stalked him. Hanataro didn't seem to really care that he was being followed; either that or he didn't even realize it, which was a more likely case.

Now Haruhi, Hanataro, and Jack seemed to be close friends, instead of just taking a limousine to school, Hanataro had the driver drop him and Jack off at Haruhi's apartment and the three would walk to school together. Jack would tell anyone on the street who would listen that they were the Super Squad, a team of crime fighting do gooders with magical powers, and then the person would quickly walk away.

On one such day when Haruhi, Hanataro, and Jack were walking towards school Hanataro pulled Haruhi back into his chest quickly, since she nearly walked into a passing by car. "God Haruhi, what are trying to do, give someone a heart attack?" he asked, not realizing he still had his arms around her. But he quickly let go once he did realize, and they continued towards school as if though nothing had happened.

'Some-thing's off today.' Hanataro thought as he watched another small group of females look at him strangely, some giggled madly or gave him dirty looks, and then scurried off quickly. He didn't have Jack with him because she'd went off somewhere with Haruhi.

"Hey, did you see the news board?"

"I know, who would've thought Fujioka-san and Yamato-san bent that way?"

Although he'd only heard that much of the conversation between the two males he'd passed by. Hanataro immediately understood what was going on. He quickly ran towards the news board and easily saw a large crowd surrounding the board; he quickly pushed his way through the crowd until he was at the front.

He was now staring at a picture that must have been taken earlier today, of him hugging Haruhi when he'd pulled her back from nearly being hit by a car. On the piece of paper it had a small story that claimed that he and Haruhi were secretly gay lovers, Hanataro already knew who it was that had printed out this photo, and the person was stupid enough to sign it. Mamarou Nanba was in for the beating of his life.

Hanataro quickly tore down the paper and turned only to have what seemed to be the eyes of the entire student body on him. Suddenly, Hanataro felt sick, his eyesight even wavered a bit, he could feel the bile running up his throat, dying to get out, but he somehow kept it securely in.

'Damn it.' he thought as he put his free hand over his mouth and shut his eyes tightly, trying to keep his breakfast down, and everyone just crowded closer, to see if he was alright. It only made him feel worse, he quickly made a dash for it, once out of the crowd, he felt much better, and then his search for Mamarou Nanba began.

Soon enough, Hanataro was in the middle of a hallway filled with people, holding a small, older boy by the front of his shirt and lifting him some feet off the ground. The crowd, that Hanataro was ignoring, was in shock, Hanataro, who always seemed as though nothing could penetrate him, was now as pissed off as ever.

"I don't care if you print the truth about me, but when you write lies about my friend, that's when I teach you the meaning of pain." Hanataro's eyes had turned into a deep purple color that spoke of rage and fury held in a place far too small to contain it.

Mamarou Nanba was a small second year with coke bottle glasses that had ridiculously thick frames, he had black oily hair, and his face was zit mountain. He was easily classified a nerd, or loser, but today, he was just fucking stupid.

"S-s-so, you are gay?" he asked somehow, although Hanataro was extremely close to tearing out his larynx.

"Yes, and so, what, are you a homophobic, cause if you are, that will make this much more fun for me." he smiled crookedly as he said this.

"No, I'm just scared, since you're going to kill me."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, I like playing with my victims first."

Mamarou was now hyperventilating, and with good reason, Hanataro didn't seem to be the type who'd be able to control himself once he started to hurt someone. Then, by completely dumb luck on his part, Jack emerged from the crowd, and she seemed serious for once.

"Hanataro, put him down, what's done has been done, that cannot be changed."

Hanataro seemed to argue with himself mentally before dropping the boy and letting him fall with a thud on the ground. His eyes were still a malice layered purple, but they seemed to be very slowly getting back to their original color now.

"Next time you won't be so lucky Nanba."

Then pushing past the crowd Hanataro left, his eyes still burning with rage. Jack stared after him, but did nothing more before turning back to Haruhi who had come with her to make sure Hanataro did not kill anyone.

"Haruhi, you and I need to go and make sure Hanataro doesn't do anything stupid and gets home safely, come."

There was something in the way that Jack was acting that made Haruhi listen, maybe it was that she was using people's real names instead of the nicknames she'd made for them or that she was speaking correctly and clearly instead of her usually childish style. Either way, whatever it was definitely made sure you did as she said.

The entire week or so after that incident, Hanataro was not at all seen in school, Jack only said that Hana-chan still needed to calm down and she instead spent all her time with Haruhi, even in the Host Club, where it was somewhat awkward between Haruhi and her customers, since they still weren't sure what to think of Haruhi, because of the Hanataro incident.

It did not matter to Haruhi though, she tried to explain to the customers that in the picture Hanataro had actually saved her because she nearly walked into oncoming traffic, but it's hard to convince people of some things.

Hanataro stared out the window in his darkly lit room, holding a letter in his hand. As always when he had nothing else to do, he thought over his first gay crush. After thinking of him, he thought of the person who stole his first kiss. A blue bird flew past his window and disappeared into the sky, he stared again at the letter in hand, "So, it's rather possible that we shall meet again, ne, Izumi-san?"