I do nit own ouran highschool host club.
Ch.9
They arrived at the school. For once Haruhi felt important. She was arriving in a limo to school. The driver opened her door and she got out. Instantly, heads turned. A gentle breeze blew, her dress just barely rippling at the hem.
Someone shouted," Who's she!"
"Is she some kind of movie star!"
"I think she already goes here."
"That dress is so pretty on her."
"I wish our uniforms looked like that."
"She is amazingly pretty though. I thought she was famous or something."
Kyoya came around the back of the vehicle and took her arm in his.
He looked smoothly at her," That's enough for now don't you think, love? We should go to class."
She was taken aback by him, but agreed nonetheless. It wasn't until she got to the door, that she saw Tamaki fuming on the balcony. The morning classes were boring and she did not get in trouble for being out of uniform or not having any supplies. Kyoya had contacted Tamaki who had contacted the chairman of the school on Haruhi's situation. She had been excused and told she could make up the work.
For lunch, Haruhi was about to eat in the hallway like always, when Tamaki walked by.
"Hey Haruhi."
She looked up," Oh, hey Tamaki."
He sat next to her," Why are you eating in the hallway?"
"I always do."
"...What are we?"
She was stunned by the question," What do you mean?"
"Are we in a relationship Haruhi or aren't we?"
"I don't..."
"A while ago, you kissed me and now a lot is going on between you and Kyoya. I don't know how you feel about me."
"I like you, a lot, Tamaki, but I'm not dating anyone. It still feels like we just met. That day, I was... I was lonely and you just showed up. I didn't know how to react so my emotions took over."
"I get it... You should finish lunch soon. We have to get to the club room to get dressed."
"Get dressed?"
"You'll see."
They were just adjusting the cat ears on Haruhi when people began walking in.
"Is this getup really necessary?" Haruhi asked.
"Yes. It's adorable, especially on you. As the seasons start changing, we start adding costumes."
They had dressed her in a black one-piece catsuit made completely of leather. Also she had cat ears. It even had a tail. The rest of the guys were just wearing all black uniforms and cat ears. Uncomfortably, she went to sit down. Almost instantly, she was surrounded by guys. They were all saying how cute she was and when she meowed for them they almost rioted. She barely had to ask any questions before they started talking about themselves. At least she didn't have much to say. One guy even went as far as to ask her out on a date, but before he even got it all the way out, the twins dragged him away.
There was a tiny tap on her shoulder. When Haruhi turned around a group of nervous girls stood behind her.
"Um... Ms. Fujioka, is it?"
"Yeah. What can I do for you?"
"We heard that you were a host for girls now too, like as a big sister. We really want to talk to you."
"Sure thing. These guys were just leaving."
Taking the hint, all of the guys got up and left as one. Three girls took their place.
"So what's the problem?"
"Well one guy asked me out last week."
"That's a good thing right?"
"Yes, but then he asked out..."
"Me," the girl on the left said.
"And me," the girl on the right said.
"Apparently he's been dating a couple other girls as well. We don't know what to do about him. We don't want other girls to get hurt the way we did."
"I see your problem. Maybe you should confront him in a place where there aren't a lot of other people. If he denies this, you and other girls should boycott a relationship with him. If he has no one to date, he can't cheat."
"That's such good advise. Thank you Ms. Fujioka!"
"Call me Haruhi."
They smiled and waved goodbye.
Haruhi yelled across the room," I'm going to the restroom. I'l be back in five minutes."
Once in there she had trouble unzipping the zipper on the back of the cat suit. She was just about to give up when another girl walked in.
"Excuse me. I'm sorry to bother you, but could you unzip this for me."
"Sure. Why are you..."
They had finally seen each other's faces. It was the girl from the water incident.
The girl opened her mouth to speak.
"Don't you dare say anything. I will never forgive you for what you did. That had to have been one of the worst and most embarrassing day of my life."
"I was..."
"I don't care what you were doing! You destroyed my things and nearly drowned me!"
"Now you're being a bit dramatic! Why don't you cry to your mommy about all this or Kyoya? You got me kicked out of the Host Club."
Haruhi smacked her hard across the face. The sound reverberated off of the tile like their raised voices. The girl's skin turned an angry red.
"Because I don't have a mom! I couldn't even tell my dad about it because he would have freaked out or... All I have is the Host Club. You rich people get whatever you want and think you can do whatever you want. You can live without the host club for a few months!" She was crying now.
"Dont tell me what I do and don't have. Unlike you, I don't have friends or guys fawning over me. Right now, I have no one!"
They stood there staring at each other in angry silence. Slowly, it dissipated.
"I didn't know about your mom. I shouldn't have said that. I was just jealous because they picked you as a Host and you could see and hang out with Kyoya everyday. I have had a crush on him since grade school."
"I shouldn't have slapped you."
"It's okay. I deserved it completely. I started going to the Host Club after my parent's divorce. I haven't been able to see my mom in months and my dad lives for his work. It was the only place I felt special and then I lost that too."
"Have you tried talking to a counselor about that?"
"My dad hired a therapist, but all they want is money. They barely listen when I talk."
"Come see me during lunch at the host club. I'l get you back in."
"So you forgive me?"
"We'll see."
"Can we start over... Please?"
"...I'm Haruhi Fujioka and it's nice to meet you."
Sorry if it's kind if slow. I'm working on some new ideas and trying to stay original. Thanks for reading. Please review, follow, and favorite.