So I was chatting away with my mother about this story. And together, her and I brainstormed ideas and came up with where this story should go! Okay so I'm pretty excited! Let's do this! And for those confused with POV change, every time you see OoO It's changing POV
If I owned Ouran…you'd know but alas I do not so I am obligated to say I do not own Ouran! I only have rights to Kazumi and all the other random OC characters that show up
"Holy crap, this is amazing!" Kazumi yelled from the passenger seat as Haruhi drove, keeping close attention to the road all the while trying to block out the fan girl. "I mean we actually met Hikaru Hitachiin! And he kissed my hand!" Haruhi's patience walked a very thin line with her friend that night. She glanced over her friend, not surprised to see her rubbing her hand against her face "I'm never washing this hand again". Haruhi grumbled
"He's such a creep. I mean honestly who the hell does he think he is? Calling me sweetheart" she fumed, remembering the backstage scenario. She tried to forget but she just couldn't. He was creepy, pompous, and...Those beautiful amber eyes that just- wait stop! She slammed on the brakes at her thoughts. Beautiful?! What am I thinking?
"Haruhi holy crap what the hell did you do that for?" Kazumi screamed, rubbing the back of her head. "You realize we could have crashed right?!" Haruhi buried her head in her hands
"I…I don't know what happened Kaz I'm sorry." She said muffled by her hands "…I don't know what got into me".
OoO
Hikaru paced back and forth in his dressing room. She didn't like him? Why didn't she like him? Many thoughts raced through the young pop stars head as he fell back onto his chair, his fingers combing through his fiery red locks. How was he supposed to find her? She never even told him her name! And it wasn't like he could just walk straight into the city and look for her, he'd be mauled!
"Hikaru!" a voice yelled to him. Looking over, it was Kazayo. "Hikaru, we need to get going." The boy rolled his eyes walking passed Kazayo, heading to the tour bus outside. The ride back to the hotel was hell. Kazayo still wouldn't stop talking. Hikaru tried hard to keep focus, but kept on fading out as the brunette walked into his mind again. "Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?" Kazayo fumed.
"Huh?" Hikaru blinked a couple times dumbfounded. The slender man rubbed his temples, heaving a sigh.
"I said, your fans are getting bored with your, what youngsters call, 'fandom'. I was thinking you could do something along the lines of a contest" Hikaru's eye twitched. A contest, was the man out of his mind?
"What did you have in mind genius?" he replied dryly. Kazayo ignored the boy's tone and went straight to his point.
"'Osaka's number one fan'" He exclaimed, using 'jazz hands' to emphasize the title. "To qualify, the contestant must send in a video about what makes them your biggest fan! Winner would get to bring a friend and go on tour with you to Paris for a week". The singer's head jerked back towards his manager, a 'deer caught in the headlights' look plastering his face. No! He wasn't going to allow some creepy fan girls tag along with him to Paris! The thought of having to entertain whiny chicks for a week sickened him.
"No, it's not happening Kazayo! I won't allow it!" He sputtered, arms flailing above him. "Besides" he then muttered "I already have Kaoru coming with me, I don't need anybody else." He sighed, thinking of his twin. He hadn't seen his other half in roughly a good 5 months. He missed him so much it almost physically hurt the boy.
"Well it's either that or another meet and greet with over a thousand girls" Hikaru paused in his thoughts, sitting down properly again.
"Fine…you better make sure the winning girls don't get in my way. Give one of them to Kaoru for all I care." he grumbled through gritted teeth. A stupidly wide smile lit up Kazayo's face.
"Wonderful! I shall make an internet announcement tomorrow" he sung happily, prancing about the jumbo bus. Hikaru slouched back onto the seat, his calloused hands forming tight fists. He loosened up, however, at the thought of the girl again. It was weird to him that a random girl could make him so giddy.
I hope to find you soon, sweetheart.
OoO
It was everywhere come the next morning. It spread like wildfire all over the internet. This contest became Osaka's biggest news story.
Haruhi awoke that morning to the ear-piercing screeches of Kazumi over the phone.
"I know I'll win I just know it! I can feel it in every fibre of my being!" she screamed.
"Well who knows maybe your luck has run dry" Haruhi teased "after all you did win the last contest." She laughed among hearing Kazumi whine about how Haruhi was being so cruel in doubting her words.
"I'm your only friend, you better be nice to me" she pouted. The girl chuckled, she loved to tease Kazumi. Even though she acted rudely towards Kazumi from time to time, she still loved the girl. She had a lot to owe to her. If it wasn't for the energetic fan girl, Haruhi would be alone; she would be contemplating if life was even worth living anymore.
"I've got to get going, I need to make dad breakfast" Haruhi said, cutting off Kazumi from her on going 'be nice to me' lecture.
"Toodles my darling, I'll come over later~" Kazumi sung before the phone line went dead. Haruhi went into her closet, grabbed her blue checkered apron, and headed to the kitchen.
"Haaarrruuuuhiiii~" rung out an obnoxious, flamboyant voice into the quiet of the apartment. Ryoji was up, in search of his "cute" daughter.
"I'm in the kitchen!" she yelled back to him. She rolled her eyes at his voice. Every morning her father would wake up and always greet her with the same, shrill call of her name. It made her wish she was deaf some mornings.
"Oh Haruhi didn't you hear?" Ryoji asked dramatically as he paraded into the kitchen. "That beautiful Hikaru boy is having a-"
"Yes, I know, he's having a contest to find Osaka's biggest fan" she cut him off coldly. The red headed tranny stared at his daughter for only a moment before dramatically falling onto a chair behind him.
"It seems my daughter knows everything these days" he huffed
"No, but I am friends with Kazumi so there's a reason why I know this" she replied monotonically. Damn her father was so dramatic. Ryoji stood to his feet, wandering up behind his daughter to check on how his breakfast was turning out. He smiled brightly looking down at the French toast, his favourite. Small little things like Haruhi making his favourite food just reminded him that she still loved him.
"Okay dad, it's done." She said wiping her hands off and heading towards the front door to grab the morning paper then to her room. Her father dove for the French toast, burning his hand in the process. Haruhi could hear his yelps of pain from her room before she shut the door. She chuckled until she noticed the front of the paper.
"Want to meet Hikaru?" she mumbled the title to herself. God not this again! She continued to read the article of the competition.
"Send in videos on why you are his biggest fan. Entries valid until August 14th" she looked up at the calendar, date reading July 10th. She laughed at the thought of girls (mainly Kazumi) panicking seeing they only had 5 weeks to come up with a convincing video. Haruhi flung the newspaper on her bed. She sighed, thinking back to that night.
Those eyes… she thought to herself
Those eyes seemed so lonely. It was like he was trying to ask me for help. Haruhi knew that by his actions and words he was a player; a smooth talker. But something about his eyes made her feel like it was all an act. He looked so…sad, so lonely. She couldn't place her finger on it. Did she sympathize for him? Did she actually feel sorry for that guy? She couldn't believe she was actually contemplating her hatred for the idol. She had sworn hatred forever…why though? Sure she thought he was a terrible performer but…why did she hate him really? Was it jealousy that she wasn't as loved or could she be in denial to come off as cool? STOP! Her thoughts came to a halt!
"Stop it Haruhi! No more! You hate him!" she yelled, breathing heavily not realizing she was holding her breath while she thought. At that moment, her door slammed open and her dad stood right in her door frame
"Haruhi darling What's wrong?!" he yelled, rushing to her side. Haruhi flushed from the embarrassment of her accidental yelling
"Nothing dad, I'm fine"
A/N It took me a couple days to figure out where I was going to go with this chapter. I know it probably was kind of stupid but it was, I guess, a filler chapter to get things running? Eh I don't know. Thank you for the reviews and follows guys! It means so much to me~ I LOVE YOU!
-Skylar