Limss 12

Hey guys just wanted to say this is a filler chapter and is not super eventful, but I hope you will read, leave a comment and so forth. Also I'm sorry if any of this sounds… bi-polarish anyway enjoy!

Harou wakes to the sound of Knocking on his door. "Harou, are you up?" Haruhi asked standing outside the door.

Harou pushed himself off his bed and instantly felt sick. Pulling his bleach white sheet around him to cover his scared body, "Haruhi," Harou's voice was very strained and raspy, "I'm not going to school today."

Haruhi slowly opened her brother's door and stepped inside, "What's wrong?" She asked, concerned for her brother's health.

"I just don't feel well. My stomach seems to be eating itself"

Haruhi frowned and placed the back of her left hand on Harou's forehead then her right hand on her own. "Hmm… You don't have a serious fever, but you're warmer than usual. I'll tell the hosts you aren't coming. And get some rest, you have the dance tomorrow."

'Don't remind me' Harou thought bitterly, slumping down on his bed, curling into a ball.

Haruhi smiled sadly at her sick brother and left the room to inform her father of how Harou felt. Walking into the kitchen Haruhi saw her father making two cups of coffee. One for himself and one for Harou

"Dad," Haruhi called catching her father's attention

"Oh Haruhi, where's Harou?" Ranka, Harou and Haruhi's father asked.

"He's still in bed. Harou's not feeling well so you don't have to make him a cup of coffee. It'd get cold by the time he wakes."

"Oh…" Ranka said placing a brown coffee mug back in the cupboard above the skin, "Is he okay? Does he need a doctor?"

Haruhi shook her head and fiddled with the skirt of her dress, "No, he just needs rest. I must say, yesterday he didn't look too good but he told me he just wanted to be alone"

Ranka nodded his had before walking down the hall, "Harou," Ranka called knocking softly on the door.

"Yeah?" the sick teen asked from his room

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah."

Ranka opened Harou's door and saw his son curled up into a ball with his sheet wrapped around him. The older man walked over to the bed and put a hand on Harou's shoulder. "Are you okay?" Ranka asked Harou, worry evident in his voice.

"Tired" Was all Harou said, curling into a smaller ball as Ranka decided to open the window blinds, letting light into the gloomy room. "Hey daddy?" Harou asked

Ranka was shocked, Harou never called him daddy, even when he was younger, "Yes Harou?"

"…Do… you love me?"

Ranka's eyes widen in shock, "What would ever make you think I didn't?"

Harou was silent as if thinking, "I hardly hear you say it. "I love you" You always said it to Haruhi, you always complained she was growing up to fast or when she ignored you, you would break down crying. I understand boys and girls are naturally treated differently, but now that mom is gone… I never hear it anymore, and it hurts…"

Ranka's eyes softened and sat down on Harou's bed, "I'm sorry Harou. I know that I can't make up for not being there for you when mom died. I'm so sorry for hardly ever saying I love you, but I truly do. I wouldn't want anyone else in the world to be my son!"

Harou reached his hand out and put it on his father's. "Say it." Harou whispered

Ranka pulled his son into a tight hug, "Harou Fujioka, I love you so much, and I will remind you more that I will always be there for you when you need help. I'm sorry I failed you for all these years."

Tears pricked Harou's eyes and his lip quivered, never realizing how good it felt to hear those words with such passion and love in them. "Daddy you have no idea how long I wanted to hear you say that to me. Before I met the host club I always felt empty. They were all friends and yet they accepted me. I'm a freak and I don't like people, but here I am. Wanting to feel loved more than ever. I was so lonely those 10 years. I had none… And I was fine with that, but now, now I want friends, your love, and I don't want to be stuck in Haruhi's shadow anymore!"

Ranka placed his head a top his son's, "Then grown Harou, make those friends you long for. Have them be people who would never even think about leaving you and would be next to you no matter what"

"You think I can do that?" Harou asked Hiccupping. Ranka silently nodded his head, a small smile on his face. "Thank you" Harou smiled at his father, large salty droplets falling from his muddy red eyes.

Ranka pulled Harou into his embrace one more time letting the tears collect on his shirt.

Unfortunately their moment was cut short when Haruhi knocked on the door, "Dad, Harou I'm heading out."

Ranka pulled away from Harou and opened the door, "Bye Haruhi my dear!"

Haruhi sent her father a smile before leaving the small apartment.

Ranka turned back towards Harou and asked, "Will you be fine if I go out for a while, I need to drop stuff at work and do some errands."

"It's fine dad, I'm a big boy"

The long haired man smiled and ruffled Harou's dark chocolate hair, "yeah but I can worry can't i?"

"I guess so, have fun" Ranka left Harou's room and ventured out of the house, going to work for the time being.

Harou sat on his bed for a moment before crawling over to his dresser and pulling out a set of clothes. The clothes consisted of a pale blue striped V-neck, a grey sweater, and a pair of navy blue sweats. Slipping on his pants Harou looked down and stared blankly at his scared chest. Harou sighed and finished changing, grabbing his iPod Harou played the song, "The game of life" by Miku Hatsune. Singing along with the song his life echoed through the whole house.

"In this life is a game played by a flaky god

He gambles every life

Try to escape but you know the path you're on is game and set"

Harou walked into the kitchen and started making himself a cup pf coffee as he continued to sing.

"See how the game of life is playing all of us for fools

Dancing a string around us, making all these silly rules

See how he looks down on us like we're acting out a show

Throw the dice and let's see which head will roll..."

The song continued to play until the few final verses came around.

"Cry out all your eyes or win a new fortune

The chance is one out of six

Try to escape, why not try your luck and see what you may get?

See how the game of life is playing all of us for fools

Dancing a string around us, making all these silly rules

See how he looks down on us like we're acting out a show

Throw the dice and let's see which head will roll..."

Harou's coffee was done and without his realizing a cruel smile was planted on his face.

"Sickly grinning downward, tosses out a pair of dice

Cheating way around the board "Ah this is paradise"

People praying on their knees but no there to hear

Ah look down at all the puppets here

Ah look up at all the puppeteers"

Harou chuckled lightly and put a bunch of sugar and creamer into his coffee then took a small sip. A light blush came to his pale face from the sweetness. 'I really hope the Hosts won't kill me for not being at school today…'

Harou plopped down on the couch and tucked his arm under his head using it as a pillow. After a couple minutes Harou slipped off his glasses and fell asleep.

Harou groggily woke up once again to the sound of knocking. Slowly Opening his blurry eyes Harou practically fell off the couch as he tried to get to the door.

Opening the front door Harou gave out a cat like yawn covering his mouth with his hand. Looking through the veil of his bangs Harou noticed a familiar glasses clad face standing in front of him.

"Kyoya?" Harou asked squinting his eyes, "Why are you at my house?"

*Kyoya's P.O.V.*

Standing outside the Fujioka residence I knocked on the front door and stood there for a minute. Shortly after knocking I heard a thud and shuffling feet. Slowly the front door was opened and a suprising sight came to me.

Harou, he looked like he just woke up. His hair wa a tussled mess, sticking up everywhere. Harou's glasses were absent and I noticed the glassy look in his eyes.

"Kyoya?" Harou asked yawning cutely, his eyes tearing up slightly, "Whya re you at my house?" Squinting trying to see me better Harou moved his bangs out of his.

I smiled lightly at Harou, he looked so adorable, almost like a small child. "Tamaki forced me to come to make sure you were alive."

"Are you med?"

The question kinda shocked me, "Why would I be mad? Everyone gets sick. Even I do, if anything everyone was worried about you."

"That's even worse…" Harou muttered his hair covering his face.

An irk mark came to my face as I watched Harou struggle with his hair. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a rubber band and put it on my wrist.

Quickly I tied Harou's bangs back and took a quick picture with my phone. 'Might as well use this to my advantage, Tamaki would kill to have a picture of Harou like this.'

"Kyoya?" Harou asked, "Why'd you take a picture of me?"

I smirked evilly and my glasses flashed, "No reason."

Harou sweatdropped and desided it was better not to ask, "well I'm fine. I'll be in school tomorrow. By the way, I don't have any formal clothes can I borrow some?"

I nodded my head, "That won't be a problem. I'll leave you now so you can rest up for the dance. Oh and Harou?"

"What is it?"

"Can you walk in heels?"

I had to hold back a laugh when Harou's face burned bright red, "WHAT TYPE OF QUESTION IS THAT?!"

"I think it's a reasonable one. Goodnight Harou, see you at school.

*3rd P.O.V.*

Kyoya left Harou with questions running a mile a minute. Walking back inside Harou clutched his head.

"I'm really scared about what's going to happen at school Tomorrow…"