Title: The Dark Side.

Pairing: NekoHaru

Word Count: 537

Summary: The twins are bugging poor Neko-chan again, Haruhi has to butt in and help. I'm not sure but I just felt like trying NekoHaru, I have a better idea (possibly) for the pairing which I might try.

The twins laughed while their senpai shrieked and ran through the ominous door which always seemed to appear in his presence.

'MURDERERS!'

Haruhi sighed, feeling sorry for him, 'one day you're going to give that poor guy a heart attack.'

The twins were silent for a moment before bursting into laugher again; Haruhi glared at them and shook her head, turning towards the door again when there was another loud shriek followed by a series of crashes.

'Hey! Do you think he's alright?' Haruhi immediately went to check.

'Don't go Haruhi! It's a trick! A trick I say!' Tamaki reached after her but was too terrified to cross over the line between the Host Club and the unknown.

'Well done boss,' the twins smirked, 'you've lost your daughter to the dark side.'

Tamaki wailed and went to his corner to wallow in misery.

'Do you really have to wind him up?' Kyouya sighed, Tamaki looked up in hope that somebody cared, 'it may affect business,' Tamaki sunk further into his corner.

...

Haruhi peered around the dark room, squinting to try and find her fallen senpai.

So that door leads to the Black Magic Club... weird.

A muffled groan pointed her in the direction of a fallen book case, as she walked towards it she knocked a crystal ball with her foot, 'are you alright Nekozawa-senpai?' she received another muffled whimper. Haruhi pushed the bookcase as hard as she could and managed to shift it enough for a hooded head to pop out, gasping for air, using the last of her strength she pushed it of the Black Magic Club leader why crawled out onto his knees and rubbed his head.

'Are you hurt?' Haruhi's face was filled with concern.

Nekozawa blushed; a girl who didn't have an obsession with death was talking to him. Of course he knew Haruhi was a girl, would he be head of the Black Magic Club if he didn't?

'No... Thank you Fujioka-san,' blood spurted from his forehead.

'I don't think you're alright,' Haruhi deadpanned.

Nekozawa shrieked at the sight of blood and waved his arms around, 'blood! Blood! Those twins are murderers!'

'Calm down!' Haruhi took a plaster out of her pocket and took off his hood and wig, she then placed the plaster over his wound, stopping the flow, 'I didn't expect you to be scared of blood,' she smiled, 'but I apologise for my friends' behaviour.'

'T-that's ok,'

'Do you want your wig back? Oh, and I found your puppet on the floor.'

'No, this room is dark enough without it,' Nekozawa took Belzenef from the girl's hands and stared at his best friend fondly.

'Y'know it's a shame you so sensitive to light, your hair and eyes are so nice,'

Nekozawa stuttered a bit as he tried to absorb the compliment.

'I could help you get used to the light if you want,' Haruhi offered, 'I mean, I wouldn't shine flashlights in your face and the twins wouldn't bother you anymore.'

'Thank you,' Nekozawa managed to crack a smile, reaching out for the Fujioka girl's outstretched hand. He hoped silently that one day he would be strong enough to show is fair hair and eyes for her.