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+M to R › Ouran High Host Club
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
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2,624
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2
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I do not own Ouran High Host Club. I make no money at all for this work.
Tamaki Finds Out
His naiveté had let him believe Haruhi's excuse of food poisoning, but it had taken him a day to arrive at the hospital, which told him she had been sick for the past two. Kyoya could be trusted to have called him at the earliest availability to notify him of Haruhi's illness, but it did strike him odd that Haruhi was the one on the other line, not Kyoya.
The chart continued to taunt him from the foot of her bed, but he had little reason to rifle through her personal history like so. After all, the risk of being caught by the doctor or Haruhi herself was too great to snoop in her personal affair.
But one quick peek wouldn't hurt, right?
He stood and brought his hand to his chin, as though still deciding on his devious plan. He strolled about the room, pausing for several moments by the bathroom door for any indication that Haruhi would be returning.
"Haruhi, are you doing okay?" He asked cautiously during a few moments of silence. "Would you like some juice?" The thought of the sickly sweet fruit punch they had given her at lunch time caused her stomach to roil. Like a witch's brew her stomach bubbled and churned, until she could offer no response but another purge.
Tamaki frowned and his young eyes grew weary from concern. If Haruhi was in this bad of a shape surely the doctors would do more for her. Tamaki took the three strides from the bathroom door to the foot of the bed in one great leap and tore the chart from its holder.
It took longer than he had hoped to determine the genuine cause of her illness, but once it was found it stood out to him like blood on fresh snow.
Pregnant, approx 9 weeks.
Had it really been that long ago?
Regardless of the nausea it had put on Haruhi, Tamaki couldn't help but smile wide. He would have shouted with excitement had he not heard the lock on the bathroom door catch.
He stuffed the chart in the holder and with the speed of a panicked deer, he bolted out the door, stumbling into the hallway. He had a better plan now, that he knew.
Haruhi had felt better after clearing her stomach and had even looked forward to seeing Tamaki in her hospital room. That changed dramatically as she reentered the small room to see the chart almost falling from its holder, stuffed so crudely in a panicked attempt to hide what Tamaki so obviously did.
"Tamaki, I..." She started, before closing her sentence abruptly at noticing his absence from the room. The door to the hallway swung lazily. Tamaki was long gone, scared of what their future held.
It was almost as though the decision to keep the baby was made for her. If Tamaki wanted to hide his child then Haruhi would respect that. It wasn't ideal for her, no, but the Host Club had gone for the day, and now Tamaki had left, too.
[[Author's note: Next Chapter we FLASHBACK! To 9 weeks ago, and we *finally* get to the smut! ]]
The chart continued to taunt him from the foot of her bed, but he had little reason to rifle through her personal history like so. After all, the risk of being caught by the doctor or Haruhi herself was too great to snoop in her personal affair.
But one quick peek wouldn't hurt, right?
He stood and brought his hand to his chin, as though still deciding on his devious plan. He strolled about the room, pausing for several moments by the bathroom door for any indication that Haruhi would be returning.
"Haruhi, are you doing okay?" He asked cautiously during a few moments of silence. "Would you like some juice?" The thought of the sickly sweet fruit punch they had given her at lunch time caused her stomach to roil. Like a witch's brew her stomach bubbled and churned, until she could offer no response but another purge.
Tamaki frowned and his young eyes grew weary from concern. If Haruhi was in this bad of a shape surely the doctors would do more for her. Tamaki took the three strides from the bathroom door to the foot of the bed in one great leap and tore the chart from its holder.
It took longer than he had hoped to determine the genuine cause of her illness, but once it was found it stood out to him like blood on fresh snow.
Pregnant, approx 9 weeks.
Had it really been that long ago?
Regardless of the nausea it had put on Haruhi, Tamaki couldn't help but smile wide. He would have shouted with excitement had he not heard the lock on the bathroom door catch.
He stuffed the chart in the holder and with the speed of a panicked deer, he bolted out the door, stumbling into the hallway. He had a better plan now, that he knew.
Haruhi had felt better after clearing her stomach and had even looked forward to seeing Tamaki in her hospital room. That changed dramatically as she reentered the small room to see the chart almost falling from its holder, stuffed so crudely in a panicked attempt to hide what Tamaki so obviously did.
"Tamaki, I..." She started, before closing her sentence abruptly at noticing his absence from the room. The door to the hallway swung lazily. Tamaki was long gone, scared of what their future held.
It was almost as though the decision to keep the baby was made for her. If Tamaki wanted to hide his child then Haruhi would respect that. It wasn't ideal for her, no, but the Host Club had gone for the day, and now Tamaki had left, too.
[[Author's note: Next Chapter we FLASHBACK! To 9 weeks ago, and we *finally* get to the smut! ]]