Alright, second chapter, let's do this shit.

I already have an updating schedule on this, every week on Friday, because I wanna finish this as soon as possible. I have the next chapter written already, and I'm going to be working on the next one later.

Enjoy the chapter.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran Highschool Host Club, only Chiruka.

Hitori Kakurenbo

ひとりかくれんぼ

"One-Man Hide and Seek"

"The 'One-Man Hide and Seek,' also known as the 'One-Man Tag,' is a ritual for contacting the dead. The spirits, which are wandering restless on the Earth, are always looking for bodies to possess. In this ritual, you will summon such a spirit, by offering it a doll instead of a human body."

Haruhi sighed, her fist pressed into her cheek, staring at the table in boredom. It had been a slow day at the Host Club, and she hadn't received many customers. So she had been bored a majority of the day.

"What's wrong, Haruhi? ARE YOU SICK?! TELL DADDY WHAT'S WRONG!"

Haruhi felt a tick mark appear by her head, already annoyed. She didn't even need to look back to know who it was.

"'M fine, senpai," she said. The girl tried to rub the sleepiness out of her eyes. She hadn't gotten much sleep lately, as her dreams were only nightmares, filled with things she couldn't begin to describe.

Tamaki popped up from under the table, startling Haruhi. How did even get there?!

"Are you sure you're alright, Haruhi?" Tamaki asked, concern in his voice and eyes. There were times where the blonde could be obnoxious (usually during club hours), and others were he could be serious (even though it was rare, Haruhi had been seeing it a lot lately).

The young man's blonde hair tickled Haruhi's chin, making her blush slightly. She had liked—no, more like loved—Tamaki for a few months now, after the incident with Èclair had brought them even more closer than before, if that was even possible.

Even though the entire school knew her biological gender, she stayed in the Host Club (Kyoya was more than happy for her to stay, for obvious reasons). She was accepted more than she thought she would be, as most of her customers stayed, and even a few males had requested her.

She had never seen Kyoya so happy.

When her true gender was revealed, she could finally be herself. She kept her androgynous appearance, but she let her hair grow out a little, her bangs a little bit longer.

"Yes, I'm sure," Haruhi replied, her blush fading away.

Tamaki looked her skeptically. "...Alright," he said after a moment.

They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, before Haruhi broke the silence, blushing, "Where's everyone?"

No one was in the room, not even Kyoya.

"I'm not sure. I think Hikaru and Kaoru went to the bathroom, Honey and Mori went home, and I don't know about Kyoya," the blonde responded.

Home? Haruhi looked at the clock.

5:23 PM, it read.

"Oh, jeez," Haruhi sighed, standing up and gathering her things. "I have to get home and go grocery shopping before the market closes."

"I can drive you home, if you'd like," Tamaki said.

"It's fine, senpai," Haruhi responded.

The blonde went silent.

Haruhi slung her bag over her shoulder, turning around. "See you tomorro—"

The girl heard a blunt noise, and everything went black.

"—hi? Haruhi!"

The girl opened her eyes, her head throbbing. Tamaki was holding her by the shoulders, trying to shake her awake.

"...S-Senpai...?" Haruhi croaked, her voice barely there. Her head hurt, her arms hurt, everything hurt.

"All I remember was being knocked out and waking up here, and I found you," Tamaki explained. "It looks like everyone else is here, too."

Haruhi looked around and saw everyone else in the school was here, too. She wasn't completely sure what room she was in, but she assumed that it was the auditorium.

"Boss?" the twins said in unison as they walked towards Haruhi and Tamaki.

"Do you know—"

"—what's going on?"

"I'm not sure," Tamaki replied, uncertainty in his voice. "I'm as clueless as everyone else here."

"I was wondering when I'd see the rest of you."

Kyoya walked up, his face void of emotion as usual, as Tamaki questioned him for answers.

"HARU-CHAN!" Haruhi heard a familiar voice yell as a small blonde hugged her tightly, a taller boy trailing behind him silently. "Everything went dark all of a sudden, I was worried!"

"It's gonna be alright, Honey," Haruhi reassured the small blonde. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," Honey answered.

"Mori?" she asked the silent boy behind Honey.

Mori only nodded.

Haruhi looked in front of her, filled with anxiety. What were they doing here? How did they get here?

All of these questions swirled in Haruhi's mind, as the lights suddenly went off. A few childish students screamed at the sudden darkness, most of them female. The lights went back on, and in the center of the stage stood a girl with midnight black hair and brown eyes, wearing the female Ouran uniform. Haruhi recognized her as Chiruka Satsuki, a girl who transfered to Ouran a few weeks after "The Èclair Incident." She was a loner, and didn't talk hardly at all, but the brunette had a majority of her classes with her.

But what was she doing?

Chiruka cleared her throat. "Hello, everyone!" she greeted in an overly cheerful voice.

"Most of you may be wondering why you are here... and why the doors will not open, no matter what you try."

A majority of the crowd made noises of agreement, while Haruhi was starting to get suspicious.

"Well, that's because... I want to play a game with all of you."

Game?

"What kind of game?" someone shouted, though Haruhi didn't know who.

"I'm glad you asked," Chiruka said, and large—almost maniacal—smile on her face. "I'm sure you all know a girl named, hmm, Haruhi Fujioka, correct?"

Haruhi froze.

"Haruhi, why don't you come up here?"

Haruhi walked up to the stage without even having control of her own legs, almost as if an unseen force was pushing her, barely even able to hear the other Host Club members shouts.

She walked onto the stage, next to Chiruka, and the noirette smiled.

"You see, Haruhi and I go way back."

Haruhi's brows furrowed in confusion. What?

"She may not remember me, but I remember her."

Haruhi stared at this girl like she was crazy, which she might actually be.

Chiruka turned to Haruhi and softly stroked her face. Haruhi froze in shock and slight fear. "Oh Haruhi, how you've changed after all of these years. I really missed you, you know."

Haruhi felt fingers around her neck.

The brunette gasped as she was lifted into the air, her legs flailing. Gasps of shock came from the crowd of students.

"HARUHI!" she heard Tamaki shout.

The fingers enclosed around her neck tightly. Haruhi gasped for air, clawing at Chiruka's hand desperately. Chiruka's mouth twisted into an insane grin.

"You see," the fingers got tighter, if that was even possible. "Haruhi summoned me one day."

Chiruka released her grip, and Haruhi fell to the ground, her hand holding her neck tenderly, taking in air like it was the last time she would ever have it. She stared up at Chiruka, petrified.

"We played Hitori Kakurenbo when she was eleven."

Everything clicked in Haruhi's brain.

"She didn't dispose of me properly, and now," she spread her arms wide. "Here I am!"

Haruhi started to visibly shake, as bile built up in her throat. "What... what are you...?"

"Aww, Haruhi-chan, did you forget?" Chiruka pouted. Her smile came back as her eyes flashed scarlet.

"I'm a demon."

Haruhi couldn't move as her heart plummeted into her stomach.

"And that's where all of you come in!" Chiruka said, her cheerful tone back. "I've been mad at Haruhi all of these years, but I've gotten quite attached to her, and I can't bring myself to do something to her myself."

"What do you mean, do something?!" Haruhi shouted, furious.

"Thank you for asking," Chiruka responded, her maniacal smile returning. "All of you will be competing. If you succeed, I will grant you and one other person immortality," she closed her eyes, and opened them again, her smile even bigger, "and you will leave this building alive."

The crowd was silent.

"Ah, I bet you are all wondering what you have to do, hmm?" she tapped her finger to her chin thoughtfully. "All you need to do... is kill Haruhi Fujioka."

"NO!"

A yell broke the shocked silence. Haruhi looked at the crowd, tears starting to go down her face without even realizing it, and recognized the person who yelled as one of her regular customers, Momoka Kurakano.

"I refuse to partake in such a 'game,' as you call it! Now let all of us go!" Momoka yelled at Chiruka.

Chiruka stayed silent for a moment, before narrowing her eyes at the girl, who visibly flinched.

The lights went black all of a sudden. Many more students screamed than before, scared for obvious reasons.

Haruhi felt someone grab her, and she froze.

"Haruhi, it's me."

Relief flowed through the girl as she realized it was only Tamaki. He escorted her off the stage, holding her tightly.

"Thank you," Haruhi whispered.

Before Tamaki could respond, a feminine scream echoed throughout the auditorium. The lights came back on, and Haruhi almost fainted at what she saw.

Momoka was hanging from the ceiling, blood pouring from an open wound in her abdomen. Many of her organs were visible, her intestine hanging out. Her throat was slit as well, and her skin was pale already. Her dress was wet, stained in blood and dripping, her eyes dull and lifeless.

Haruhi wanted to vomit.

"Now that all of you understand the penalty of not participating," Chiruka began, back on the stage, "I expect all of you to play, or you will be in her position in the near future."

"Now then..."

Chiruka's smile came back, bigger than before and baring her canine fangs.

"LET THE GAME BEGIN!"

I swear to God, all of you are gonna hate me after this is over.

Oh well.

And also, the chapter was nothing, compared to what I have planned for the future. ;^)

So prepare for gory deaths and a ton of violent shit.

See ya.