Authors Note:
Hey everyone it's me Izzy!
Ah I am so sorry this is so late. I got to page five and I just got so stuck, I knew what I wanted to write but it wasn't flowing like I wanted it too. So here is a little fluff to make up to you all.
There are two dream scenes, sorry, but I just really like to type them because Haruhi can't really just say what she's seeing like Hikaru can. Anyways, the second one is based off a true story, it's kind of a funny story actually, one of my best friends and I started our relationship because he threw a rock and missed XD
Ah and yea, I'll be putting a lot of my stupid theories into this story because Haruhi is JUST THAT FUN TO MESS WITH! HEHE!
I feel a lot better than I did and so all of your kind words is like music to my ears! It did take a bit and I had to re-write this chapter around three-hundred times but I'm very glad that I finished it and I'm very glad I'm halfway back to my normal self! My goal is to stay out of the hospital and keep you all interested with my writing! Please also support me in my first draft of my new book!
THANK YOU AGAIN!
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Haruhi moaned as she tossed and turned on her small mattress, the imagines of graveyards and rain thundering through her mind kept her annoyed soul subconsciously awake as tears streamed down her fragile face. Why was she crying, she suddenly wondered, had something happened that she didn't know about? Haruhi groaned as she tossed again only to let her hand rebound and throw itself across a warm and fuzzy being. Haruhi, not recalling sleeping next to anything, opened her chocolate brown eyes and sat up, looking down at the creature next to her. To her surprise it was not an animal or toy that she had hit, but a man.
'Hikaru?' Haruhi asked herself. Before any other possibly conclusion could enter her mind Haruhi lifted the blankets and looked down. Clothes, check. She glanced over at Hikaru, clothes fully on. Alright, so one possible outcome checked off, thank god. Haruhi glanced over at Hikaru, her eyes draping into a calm expression. She didn't understand why she wasn't yelling or waking the idiot up, it was like her body understood the situation that she was in, and it was telling her it was all ok. The girl laid back down next to him only to notice his eyes had black bags from lack of sleep and tears stained his face. He kept whispering someone's name underneath his breath as he choked back sobs but she couldn't make it out.
Her hands slowly wiped away the tears as she leaned in and kissed his head to comfort him. She took in a deep breath of the freshly watered hair, the sweet scent of rain overcoming her senses. Without thinking Haruhi pulled his head into her neck as she put her head down onto his.
"Haruhi." Hikaru whispered his head forming itself into her like a perfect mold for his head. Haruhi stared down at him restlessly, her body eventually giving in as she moved her hands so that they cradled the back of his head to her, her fingernails digging into his scalp as she gripped at his orange locks tightly. A choke escaped from her dryly as she thrust herself into him, dry sobs softly ringing through the air.
"I know I said no touching but please don't move." Haruhi cried out softly and weakly as she held onto him desperately. That was something about Hikaru that she never figured out in consciousness, with him conversations were hard, things suddenly became much more annoying, but unlike with anyone else, even Tamaki, smiles and frowns came naturally, tears fell easier and her mind never tried to hide. Tamaki was nearly the opposite, her face became flushed and often hid her real emotions in fear of not being up to his expectations. So why was she lying her crying onto Hikaru instead of calling Tamaki and whispering to him?
Haruhi took in a deep breath and let her dry sobs slowly come to an end as she sighed. The answer was in fact very simple.
Haruhi slowly lifted her hands from his hair and stared at her hands. On her wedding finger sat a small red thread that was beaten, old, torn, and very weak. She looked at it curiously before lifting it ever so gently and tugging at it. Hikaru's hand suddenly twitched, the other end tied to his finger. Haruhi smiled very lightly and intertwined her red laced hand with his own.
"Mmm Hikaru your heads too big." Haruhi whispered as she held her pillow to her. Haruhi hugged it to her chest and neck before realizing that the fuzzy hair and warm skin had been replaced by warm fabric. A cold chill rang through the air as Haruhi opened one eye. Above her, her father stood, terrified and twitching as he held Haruhi's blanket in his hand, his face plastered with annoyance and fear.
"Haruhi, what were you dreaming about?" He asked, twitching violently as a overprotective father should. For the first time in her life Haruhi faulted to answer quickly. She blinked innocently before calmly getting herself out of bed, acting annoyed at his question.
"Ha-hats daddy. Hikaru Kaoru and I were shopping for hats and they kept trying on ones that didn't fit. What did you think I was dreaming about?" Haruhi asked breathing heavily, her breath hot and her cheeks burning. What on earth had she dreamt about?! She didn't feel that way about Hikaru and she had nothing to cry about, neither did he, so what was going on in her mind? Haruhi calmed herself down as she quickly drank down a cup of orange juice, chugging down the contents as she slammed the glass bottle down on the table confidently.
"Ow!" Haruhi drew her hand back as the glass shattered, slicing her hand. Her father quickly ran into the room, eyes wide and full of concern at the sound of glass breaking. He stared at the shocked Haruhi as she kept her shaken brown eyes on the broken cup. Her father ran up to her and fussed over her bleeding hand, screaming at her frozen figure to let him help her as she only moved when he shook her.
"I broke mom's glass." Haruhi whispered as she stared at the shards, her mind not even registering her father's words. Her dad spun her around, gripping her shoulders so tightly Haruhi winced as she stared at her father's watering eyes.
"Da-dad. I'm sorry. Please don't be angry." Haruhi whispered quickly, fear coursing through her body. Her bleeding palm dripped onto his sleeve as he bit his lip, his eyes wavering. He pulled her in quickly, embracing her as tightly as he had before. He always got very emotional in these times, but s he didn't comprehend his true reasoning.
"…Haruhi…please be careful with those boys. Don't get hurt again, I'm begging you." He whispered, his voice choking with uneasiness.
"…I'm sorry dad I know that the bill really threw us off balance, I'll keep out of the hospital so I don't trouble you anymo-" Haruhi was cut off as her father suddenly thrust her out of his arms, his strong hands still holding onto her arms. Haruhi winced lightly as he dug his fingers into her skin out of fear.
"A-are you kidding Haruhi? You think this is because of the-the bill? Haruhi do you have any idea what I felt seeing you in that hospital room? You think I was thinking of the bill at that time?! Haruhi you scared the crap out of me! I thou-I thought…" He trailed off, his hands slowly releasing her as he took a step back. Haruhi rubbed her right arm, her breath becoming short. She didn't like seeing her dad like this; it scared her.
"…I…I gotta go dad. I've made you enough food to last you for two weeks." Haruhi said quickly. She grabbed her bag off the couch and threw it over her shoulder as she bolted for the door. As she stood in the doorway she could practically feel her father's agony as he waved behind her and whispered his goodbye.
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"Hikaru, wake up, we're leaving soon." A voice called out to the sleep boy but he could hardly register the sound. The loveliest dream of Haruhi sleeping beside him had gone into his mind that night, most likely only recalling the memories of an even older dream that couldn't come true. At this sad realization Hikaru moaned as his tired eyes opened to see the light silhouetting his brother's excited face. Hikaru gave a small cough before pulling himself up, making Kaoru sit up as well; his puppy like face tilting in curiosity as he moved his hand to put on Hikaru's forehead. Hikaru groaned and knocked his hand away before it could land though and rubbed his eyes half heartedly.
"Hikaru hurry up and get dressed the maid's got a limo waiting for us." Kaoru whispered as he gave his brother a huge innocent smile before running off to the closet and pulling out some of the outfits. He looked them over before shaking his head and switching shirts here and there and placing accessories next to them to see how they matched. Hikaru could only watch in amusement at his baby brother's instinct for fashion as he yawned and stretched out his arms.
"Here put this on." Kaoru demanded as he threw some nice looking shirt in his direction, deciding not to argue this early in the morning Hikaru placed the shirt over his head and leaned back against the headboard of his king bed. Kaoru stopped what he was doing and sighed a bit before walking over to the bed, placing his thin fingers on his hips.
"No Hikaru, you don't just put it on. You go," Kaoru put on a stern face, his eyebrows becoming a perfect line as he put on a scowl face and lowered his voice "'Why the hell should I? It's not like we're meeting anyone special, it's just Haruhi our little toy. I'll wear what I want.' and I reply" Kaoru shook his finger and went back to his normal voice "'But Hikaru, Haruhi is special and you should look your best' then you roll your eyes, blush and go 'keh.' , and go back to sleeping. I thought we'd learned this by now…"
Hikaru raised a brow as his brother tried to do an impression of him and turned on his side, wondering how on Earth his twin could not look like him in a charade of his own imagination. Hikaru suddenly burst into laughter before getting up and taking the pants that his brother had set out for him and putting on the accessories that came with it. Hikaru really never had a knack for this kind of stuff, but for someone who wasn't interested in the family business, Kaoru was really good at it.
"Kaoru you know you could probably handle that family name if you wanted to. If mom saw how well you handle clothes she'd be so proud." Hikaru laughed out as Kaoru sent a small glare in his brother's direction.
"You're sounding more like dad each day Hikaru, stop scaring me like that." Kaoru answered before throwing off his shirt, apparently not pleased with the look.
"Don't compare me to him." Hikaru snapped back as he ran his hands through his hair. His dad wasn't a bad person par say, he was actually a very kind man that had a good heart underneath it all. However he also had a lot of hardships and because the marriage with his mother was half arranged and half teenage love his mother and father didn't have very sturdy ground to stand on. He forgot things easily and when he was drunk he got disgraceful, throwing fits and yelling or giggling like an idiot and passing out in the hallway like some bum.
"Come on Hikaru lighten up, it's not like we have to deal with our parents a lot. You can at least tolerate them. Besides we get to go on a two week trip with Haruhi. Alone, as in, without Tamaki, as in, don't screw this up!" Kaoru laughed out as he brushed his hair back in the mirror, holding it back in a ponytail. Hikaru looked over at his brother sadly at those words. How could Kaoru smile and tell him to try and steal Haruhi's heart when secretly Kaoru longed to have her as well?
"…what?" Kaoru asked curiously as he watched his brother through the mirror. Hikaru gave his brother a weak smile before shaking his head solemnly.
"Nothing. I'm just starting to doubt whether or not I really am the best guy for Haruhi…" Hikaru whispered softly. Kaoru suddenly froze, his eyes becoming sad and thoughtful before he caught himself and started to laugh, quickly turning to face his brother as his comb fell off the desk.
"What are you talking about Hikaru?" He laughed out. Hikaru looked at his brothers strained and tense face and sighed before shaking his head and waving it off. Of course he had told his brother of his realization of loving Haruhi, and after a bit of 'I told you so' Kaoru had promised him then that he would get the two of them together, even if it killed him. Though Hikaru tried to ignore his wording choice it still hit him like a rock.
"I'm saying that Haruhi should decide who she loves. Who she needs, I think that I'd just be a burden to her and I don't want that to happen." Hikaru whispered seriously. Kaoru stared at his brother for a few minutes before laughing again and slapping his brother on the back.
"Jeez are you giving up already Hikaru? Maybe that accident really did mess up your brain you weirdo." Kaoru answered before heading out the open door. He suddenly started chanting a marching song for his war like perspective of love against Tamaki, he didn't even notice the maids laughing until Hikaru poked his head out and held out a pair of black slacks.
"Kaoru do you plan on meeting Haruhi with no pants? I didn't know you were that forward." Hikaru stated, his serious face suddenly bursting into laughter as he saw Kaoru's ears suddenly turn red from embarrassment. Hikaru chuckled as Kaoru stuttered and waved his hand quickly.
"Pa-pants who needs them?! Ha-ha-ha-ha I meant to do that, and here you're thinking that I didn't, seriously is there something wrong with your head?" Kaoru asked knocking his head as he continued down the hallway. Hikaru shook his head in laughter and handed the pants to a maid, requesting that she give them to him when he thought that no one was looking. The maid followed after the underwear-ed boy as Hikaru laughed once more and shut the door. It was going to be a long vacation.
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"It's weird for the sky to be this dark this time of month isn't it Haruhi?" Hikaru asked as he patted his brother's head, which was sleeping peacefully in his lap. The limo driver paid no mind to the young teen's conversations as he continued a blank ward drive toward their destination. Haruhi nodded numbly, her face twisted in deep thought. Hikaru waited for a few minutes for her to answer before pressing on in trying to get her attention.
"Then again it was raining the last time that we came down here on our summer break wasn't it?" Hikaru asked himself, half hoping for an answer from Haruhi, half hoping that the memory would merely snap her out of whatever it was she was currently focused on. His bright eyes looked over at her as she nodded and took in a soft breath. Hikaru then sighed and leaned against the leather seats to try and relax. Hikaru soon found himself biting onto his thumb, now a nervous habit that he had picked up ever since he had been in the coma. Actions, which spoke louder than words, were what caught Haruhi's eye in this particular cloudy day however. She did not talk, but merely watched him chew away the top callous at the top of his thumb in such tiny bits that she could not spot it's departure onto the floor.
"Is something bothering you Hikaru?" Haruhi asked tilting her head to the side at his antics. Hikaru looked up a bit amused that she was the one to ask him the question before he could ask her. He merely laughed and rubbed the back of his head considering all of the possible replies that he could tell her. That was the one thing that he hated about the new him, he was so cautious about the way he acted with her, he was sure that she would one day get irritated with his new tender nature and move onto someone with more guts and who spoke his mind; not that she was his in the first place.
"I was just wondering if something was bothering you, but then I thought that if I asked you, you wouldn't tell me and it would get really awkward, but then I realized what if it's something really bad and you're just waiting for someone to ask you what's wrong so that you can say it, then I'd be hurting you by making you sit silent and broad over on your problems instead of trying to fix them, then of course I started imagining what would be so horrible and I came up with at least twenty different possibilit-" Hikaru stopped, realizing that he had just said an entire monologue in one breath and laughed, closing his eyes as he looked back at Haruhi.
"….ok…what?" Haruhi asked as she lifted an eyebrow. Haruhi's nose scrunched up cutely making Hikaru realize that he had to calm his nerves as he sighed and looked forward, dropping his hands back onto his brother's head. Kaoru mumbled at the hit but brushed it off, grabbing Hikaru's hand as a pillow before turning back to sleep.
"…I was trying to ask, are you ok Haruhi? You look like you have a lot on your mind." Hikaru whispered as he turned his eyes to Haruhi shyly, a small blush on his cheeks. Haruhi shook her head slowly before turning back to her original pose, head on her wrist, baby brown eyes glued onto the world that flew past them in the car. Hikaru sighed and rubbed his temple.
'Stupid of course she won't talk to you about things like that if you say things so bluntly! This is Haruhi we're talking about after all. Maybe if I just dance around the subject she'll-'
As Hikaru slapped himself mentally his subconscious tweaked at him annoyingly telling him something was wrong. Haruhi, who to the naked eye seemed fine and content, made Hikaru start to shake. Haruhi was very good at hiding her feelings, but even her tiny body gave off silent vibes to those that cared about her that alerted them of the change in emotion.
Hikaru scooted over, carefully placing Kaoru's head down on the limo seat as he unbuckled his seatbelt and maneuvered his way beside Haruhi. Hikaru placed his chin on her back, letting her stare off into the constantly moving world as he merely leaned against her for her own comfort. Haruhi shifted her shoulders awkwardly as she felt his head on her cold back, but Hikaru did not move. Now getting angry at the boy she snapped her head backwards to yell at him only to be faced with a pair of two hurt and sad red puppy dog eyes. Haruhi froze and twitched angrily at how the thought that he was cute even passed through her mind.
"I'm fine Hikaru; you're starting to sound like Tamaki with all your worrying." Haruhi answered stubbornly. Hikaru didn't budge at her words though and merely shut his eyes at the feeling of her warm shirt. Haruhi shook a little as her face became beet red, why was she so nervous around this guy? Sure he saved her life, was her first friend, and appeared sleeping beside her in her dreams, but that didn't mean a damn thing! Haruhi bit her lip angrily as she whapped his head off of her with one smooth slap.
"I'm just worried about the medical bill ok?! Now get off my back-literally!" Haruhi answered, breathing deeply. Hikaru looked up at her, not used to her blowing up in his face, but he merely smiled knowing that she didn't really mean to yell. Haruhi was just so darn stubborn, and her little outburst was technically a good sign for him. Hikaru laughed at his victory and nodded before sitting straight and placing his arm around her shoulder playfully. Today he would be his old self until Haruhi was back to her old self as well.
"So toots, how does it feel to be flying the coop with a couple of studs like us?" Hikaru asked with an accent that he had heard once in an old American film. Haruhi stared at him uncertainly before laughing and punching him in the chest lightly. She laughed heartily as a small part of her leaned into the arm that was wrapped around her.
"I gotta tell ya, it feels like if we get caught by the coppers I'll be one lucky doll." Haruhi answered as she laughed, trying to mimic his accent. Hikaru let out a large and chuckle as he covered half of his mouse, turning his head away.
"Haruhi, you're horrible at this. Here it's more like this, American women sat really funny and did a look like this-" He answered as he held laughed once more. Suddenly Hikaru pulled his arm away from Haruhi before placing a sluggish pose. He turned to Haruhi, letting his head fall limply as he closed his eyes halfway. The boy gave a soft, girlish sigh as he put two fingers to his lips like he was taking a drag of a cigarette.
"Studs, ya gotta be kiddin me, you're more like a couple'a sardines tryin' to pass for tuna. Now get your sad scaley butt over here and remind me why I love ya'." Hikaru whispered in a girlish sassy tone. Haruhi let out a soft laugh as she pretended to tip her hat. Hikaru looked out the window and saw what looked to be a white car, deciding to take the game even further Hikaru suddenly grabbed Haruhi and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
"Ah no it's the coppers, duck Haruhi!" Hikaru yelled as he suddenly, and rather uncontrollably, fell backwards onto the seat so that they weren't seen by anyone outside. Haruhi fought against his grip as she blushed but Hikaru merely laughed heartily, his long hair falling against the seat.
"You idiot let me go." Haruhi protested as he closed his eyes. "Just because you slept next to me last time does NOT mean you can do it now!"
"…Huh?" Hikaru asked softly, not even registering what she was talking about. Haruhi blushed and looked away as Hikaru swam through a puddle of his memories. Sleeping together? Well the only time he remembered doing that was the first night that Kaoru died, but that wasn't really Haruhi there was it?
But…if she remembered it, what else did she remember? So there was hope?! At that thought Hikaru's body shut down. Hikaru's face became relaxed as he took in softer breaths, it had been so long since he had slept properly and now it was like a drug had been thrust into his throat and forcing him into sleep. He breathed heavily as sweat dripped down his forehead, his stomach turned nauseous but the thought of sleeping was too good to pass up.
Haruhi, noticing that he wasn't letting go became tense as she tried to pry away his fingers from his shoulder that kept her attached to him. Haruhi sighed as he noticed what a death like grip he had, and each time that she tried to get free he would only fight back. Haruhi looked around quickly, Kaoru was asleep, and so was Hikaru, the limo driver never looked back and the windows were tinted so that no one could look inside. Blushing immensely Haruhi brushed her bangs aside as she looked down at the sleeping boy underneath her. He really was like a child when he slept.
It was weird how a few months ago Haruhi wouldn't have minded the position that Hikaru had held her in, so why was it so different now? Haruhi took in a small gulp as she felt her heart beat all the way up to her throat. Haruhi slowly lifted her left hand and stared at her fingers curiously; no thread…
Haruhi's eyes softened as she looked down at the boy. Hikaru was now peacefully still and obviously gone from the world of reality. Haruhi, deciding to give in to her situation, slowly and carefully placed herself in a comfortable position on top of him so that he wouldn't be disturbed. Putting her head down on his chest she closed her eyes as well, it would be a while before they reached their destination, and since they were all close friends, touching like this wouldn't mean anything right?
That's right, some friends even kissed and hugged on a regular basis, it didn't mean anything, it just showed that they had a good and confident relationship. Haruhi nodded to her own thoughts as she gripped at his shirt to make sure that she wouldn't fall when they reached turns. Haruhi yawned as she felt herself being thrown into dreams by the warm aura that vibrated off of Hikaru's chest. She mumbled to herself not to be drawn in by the temptation of sleep, but it was hard when his muscles fit her cheek so perfectly.
Haruhi's short hair fell over her face as she took in a deep breath of his scent, unable to stand the comfortable situation any longer. The girl gave in and closed her eyes serenely, wondering what she was doing. She wanted to ask herself more deeply and on a more honest level, but the truth was, she really didn't care what the answer was at the moment. Hikaru was her pillow, his warmth her blanket, and his kind nature her protection from herself.
The red ribbon could wait, for now, dreams awaited.
"Ha-ha-ha commoner, commoner, dirty little commoner child!" A small child shook as she sat in the grass. Her small brown bangs fell over her sad face as she crammed her knees into her small torso. Her dress fell against the ground as she whispered something under her breath. Around the girl boys sat laughing and chanting, pointing and gaping. They were all very well dressed and their hair was slicked back and styled. The young girl cursed to herself as she swore on her bad luck. Her mother had dropped her off at the wrong park to play at and now she was stuck with a bunch of mean children who were too privileged for their own good. The sensitive girl started to sniff as she felt tears coming into her eyes. The boys around her all giggled at her pain, making her twinge with ache. Why did they enjoy making fun of her? What had she ever done to them? All she had done was say hello.
"Wow I've never seen a commoner up close before, are all of them this dirty?" One of the boys asked as they walked up and stared into her eyes curiously before reaching out to touch her. The girl, afraid of getting hit, slapped her hand up and knocked his hand away as tears poured easily. The boy stared at her, half appalled, and half intrigued by her action. He suddenly started to laugh in a much more scary way than they had before. He pointed to her tears, giggling like mad.
"Ohhh…we made the dirty girl cry." He whispered to all of his buddies. The boys all laughed and then started to imitate her girlish action by bursting out in laughter and pretending to sob on the ground. The girl wiped away her tears quickly, trying to hide her pain away.
"P-please stop" The small child whispered as she hiccupped and wiped at her tears childishly. They all laughed and started their chanting again, this time louder so that the entire playground could hear it. Her lip quivered as she took in large breaths to hold back her sobs, she didn't want them to see her cry again but she couldn't hold it back anymore. The girl suddenly stood, her tears still falling as she stormed over to the boy that had started the ruckus.
"I said please stop you meanie heads!" The girl yelled as she pointed her finger at the boy. He looked at her fearfully before laughing and putting his hands up in the sign of surrender.
"What are you gonna do hit me? My mommy would take your family down easily, you wouldn't even dare you little dirty girl." He whispered with malice in his high pitched voice. The small girl quivered again, wiping at her eyes as she suddenly ducked her head down so he wouldn't see her sob. A sharp object whizzed over her head just as she did however and hit the boy she was talking to square in the forehead making him fall over on the ground.
"A-ah…" The girl looked up quickly and saw the boy's eyes turn wide as he scrambled up, a small bruise on his forehead already formulating as he ran. The rest, taking the same turn as their leader, ran for the hills with him. The young girl looked around for who had thrown the stone and noticed a young boy walking out of the bushes with a hand full of rocks.
"Darn it I missed." He whispered as the girl stared at him. He sighed and rubbed his head before looking up at her.
"What? I was aiming for you." The girl, not saying a word, suddenly burst into happy giggles, a large and irreplaceable smile finding it's way onto her face as she laughed and ran over to him happily. She stayed by his side as he walked around in circles and back and forth to try and get rid of her. He blushed and tried to shoo her off.
"What I was! Hey stop doing that- don't you realize I'm the enemy, ah dirty commoner girl stop!"
Little could Haruhi notice the small smile plastered on Kaoru's face as he squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself not to look at the scene that he knew was unfolding. He didn't want his cover blown, after all, how could Haruhi and Hikaru bond when he was there to impose on their conversation? Kaoru felt a small sting in his chest but, as he unclenched his fist, he forced it back into the corner of his heart. After making sure that Haruhi was really asleep by opening one eye very lightly he sat awake, careful not to disturb the two.
"Please Mother Nature, if you can hear me, tomorrow, send those two a thunderstorm…."
