PLS DON'T SUE ME, I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARCTERS OR STUFF. I OWN NOTHING.

'Two days… Two days until I have to play doll to those IDIOTS' she thought. Haruhi meandered calmly through the academy gardens to go home. Today was similar to many others, where she pandered to the customers, dealt with Tamaki and the twins, made quick chit chat with Kyoya, paid attention in her studies but… she could shake the feeling in her chest. Normally her anger would wilt away after a good night's sleep. But it remained. Stirring, churning away quietly. She could do nothing to shake the feeling away, so she merely repressed it like she did with all her other emotions.

She took a moment to appreciate her surroundings. They were just on the brink of spring, where the beautiful blossoms would once again bless the school with their presence and fragrance. The wind breezily danced through, like a butterfly of tranquility. The air was fresh, innocent and untainted by the harmful gases from the outside. The plants were bright and lively, practically screaming their health out through their colors. The sky was a soft baby blue with creamy clouds of great shapes and sizes strutting and prancing all around, softening the blinding rays of the early afternoon sun. Haruhi grinned. She was so privileged, so grateful, to go to such a prestigious and gorgeous academy full of such wonderful faculties. She would one of very few to be able to experience something like this, and she would be one of much fewer to be able to grasp an education from such a good school. She could wish for nothing more in word at that moment, and truly took note of how lucky she was to be at the place she was, with her lack of background and financial stability. Until suddenly, a few figures gathered behind her and yanked her by the shoulder into a hard piece of wood one of them was holding. She immediately passed out, and the assaulters (three guys from the football club) dragged her to a more secluded section of the gardens, near a very large wall (which they placed her against very courteously).

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and a great throbbing in her head made her groan in pain.

"F-Fujioka! We're so sorry we were so rough! We didn't mean too! We were just um… Are you okay?"

Haruhi looked at her 'kidnappers'. They consisted of three very worried looking football players from Ouran's main team.

"WE'RE SO SORRY!" one of them said, bowing with his hands in his face.

Haruhi's little bubble rage almost rose out if her throat to scream at the boys until they went deft, but she forced it down before saying:

"What the hell do you guys want?" She said with an ounce of spite detectable in the back of her voice.

"We-well…" one of them spoke, face flushed and thumbs twiddling "You see, I'm a little fond of one of your regular customers and I needed you to give her a note because… uhhmm… b-because I can't give it to her, OKAY?!" He mumbled

Haruhi merely nodded and stuck out her hand, waiting for the note. She had a right mind to crumple it up in front of them, before stealing their bags and burning anything in them… 'And maybe burning their clothes too' she thought, a ruthless monster within her feeding her tired-self crazy ideas.

"Again, Mr. Fujioka we're so sorry! We just didn't know how to ask normally! We're so sorry!" One of them piped up, tears welling in his eyes.

Haruhi grunted, rose to her feet and walked home. She had no time for their apologetic bullshit. She had homework that needed to be done and feelings of utter fury she needed to bury deep within her.

Alright! Haruhi's gettin' more pissed by the second!

I can't wait to write about the climax! It'll be so much fun to finally see what Haruhi might look like if she went wild...
Anywayssss, reviews are greatly appriciated!

- Stay Frosty ;)

(Quote 'Glass Reflections')