Right, so I haven't updated in ages but you're all so glad that I decided to so you're not all going to murder me now. Funny thing I learned last month, evidently, 1-800-SUICIDE is a real number where I live. My friend Emma and I were listening to Dr. Online by Zeromancer and I say, "I wonder if that's a real number." So she says, "We'll call it right now." Mind you, we're on the bus to out last basketball game of the season, she dials the number, turns the volume up on her phone to full blast, and the whole bus learns that we were calling 1-800-SUCIDE. I about died laughing.

I realize that had nothing whatsoever with the story. I don't own Ouran Highschool Host Club, and I'm not going to type it anymore after this.

Chapter 5

Azami was giving pretty much everyone the cold shoulder. Except me and Honey-senpai. Although, it is hard to stay mad at him, even though it doesn't make sense why she's mad at all the hosts.

It might just be because she doesn't really want to be a host and she's taking it out on them, especially Kaoru. She sits alone during lunch and doesn't really talk to anyone, not that she did before.

Tens of girls have requested to sit with her during Host Club hours but she just sits there staring blankly at her feet. I don't know where she's been staying for the past week.

I decided that she couldn't just become a recluse and tried to talk to her.

"Fujioka, did I do the right thing? I pretty much had my mother arrested. Damn it. I can't think."

I sat down next to her.

"Your mom was abusing you. There's evidence of it on your face." I realized that pointing out that she had scars on her face wasn't a very smart idea after I said it. "I mean-"

She waved her hand to cut me off. Then some random girl walked over to us.

"Hey Haruhi. Azami. Can I sit here with you two?"

"Sure why not?" Azami said slowly. "I'm leaving anyway. I'm not hungry."

"Oh, never mind then."

Azami looked at me with a small smile.

"What the hell did she do that for?" I shrugged. "Oh well." She got up and started to walk off, leaving me here alone.

I ate at the table alone, and went to math class. I saw Azami sitting at her desk in the corner. Several people were staring at her, and she was trying to ignore them. I noticed that she kept looking around.

Math went by slowly and it was so quiet that I could hear clock ticking. Kaoru looked solemn as did Hikaru. Not a thing seemed very out of place. Except the fact that Renge was quiet.

It was quite unnerving. It had been this way for a week. She probably lives in an alleyway now next to the supermarket. She chooses to live on the streets with no food when she could live in a shack with some food. I don't really understand why.

I barely paid attention to what the teacher was saying, so when he called on me, I fumbled with my words and ended up saying that I was thinking about shoes. Needless to say, laughter from everyone- except Azami- was the reply.

I looked at my desk and smiled. Not really what I wanted to happen, but it helped with the tension in the air.

Class ended soon after that and the Host Club began.

"Welcome my princesses to… our kingdom!" Tamaki declared. We were dressed as knights, even Azami had been forced to wear something other than her usual clothing.

Instead, she was wearing a black costume. Tamaki's choice for her. Honey-senpai openly declared that she looked very adorable in it and that she should have some cake to cheer her up. A smile crossed her face. Most of the people in the room went insane over this.

"Yes! Have some cake!"

Honey-senpai didn't wait for her to answer. He pulled her to a table and had her sit down in a chair.

"You can sit next to Usa-chan!" Azami looked like she was going to laugh. But she collected her composure quickly. "Azami-chan! What cake do you want?"

Azami. Her face was surprised. Not many people were offered some of Honey-senpai's cake. She had learned that much over a week.

"Oh. I don't care senpai," she mumbled quietly.

"Then it can be a surprise!" He ran to get a piece of cake for her while she looked at me pleadingly for help. I laughed. "Here!" He came back with strawberry cake.

"I don't know. I'm not really hungry."

"You don't want cake?" He looked a bit sad. Azami looked back at me. I nodded my head, so she would know not to say no to Honey-senpai.

"I… uh… why not?" Her face showed very little emotion minus the slight fear in her eyes. I smiled.

She cautiously took the fork and ate the cake slowly, with every single guest watching her with complete fascination. She's eating cake and they're all immersed in it. I honestly just wanted to laugh at her. She looked so uncomfortable.

I looked around and saw Kyoya smiling slightly. I walked over to him.

"Are you really going to let her suffer like this? She looks like she's about to die of a heart attack."

"Business is business Haruhi. If it makes the guests want to come again, then why stop it?"

"Because she hates it!"

"She'll get used to it." I scowled at him. "Don't look at me that way Haruhi. She's almost done with the cake. I must say, she does look like she's about to throw up. She probably just isn't used to cake."

I realized what he meant about three seconds later. She's homeless and probably hasn't had a piece of cake to eat in years. It's Honey-senpai's cake. She's going to puke.

I looked back at her. She got up and walked out of the room. The plate just had crumbs left. She ate it and was leaving to… oh God. I snuck out of the room very discreetly. Then I ran to the restroom.

Sure enough, there was the sound of puking. Poor girl. After a while, it stopped.

"Damn it. Damn it. Damn it." Azami walked out of the stall. It was the palest I had seen her. "How long have you been here Fujioka?"

"Pretty much the whole time." She raised an eyebrow. "I followed you because-" She didn't let me give a reason. It's a good thing she didn't because I didn't have one.

"Okay."

"I-"

"Okay." That time she sounded sterner, as if she was gaining her strength again. "I'm going home. Tell that guy with the glasses I'm not feeling well."

"You have a home?" I asked stupidly.

"It's a very nice alleyway." I facepalmed at her answer.

"C'mon." I led her out of the restroom and away from the school.

"Where are you taking me?"

"My house."

"What for?"

"Do you really want to stay in an alleyway for the rest of your life?" She shook her head. "I'll call Kyoya and tell him. It might be safer that way." I led her to my house and let her in.

"Fujioka, you don't have to do this for me."

"It's fine."

"Really. This is ridiculous. Having me stay here at your home."

"There's a sleeping bag in the closet. You can use that to sleep in for now." I was ignoring her protests. "I'll put it in my room."

"Fujioka. Really this is-"

"Can you call me something other than my last name? Do you want me to call you Watanabe?"

"Hell no."

"Then why don't you use my first name?" She shrugged. "It's too bad you don't have an answer Watanabe."

"Okay Haruhi." I smiled at the way she said my name. It was slow. Like she wasn't exactly sure how to say it. "Is Ootori going to let my mother out for this?"

"I doubt it."

"And if he does?"

"You're welcome to stay here." She looked very shocked.

"Haruhi, it's madness for you to have me stay. You should just let me go back to my nice alleyway. It's quite nice."

She sounded so innocent when she spoke, which made me decide that she would not be going back to her "nice alleyway". It's always the innocent sounding people that bad stuff happens to.

"You're staying." She opened her mouth to object. "Or do you want Kyoya-senpai to let your mother out."

"I hate blackmail."