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The Scorpion	By : Bastetkitten Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 3709 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Sorry that took longer than i expected. My beta reader would like me to point out that not everything that is a memory is in order, especially in this chapter. These first few chapters i attempted to mimic the style of the anime in how it does its flash backs. I hope i did okay. If i did it badly please let me know so i don't do it again XD as always please review

Haruhi eyed the giant clock that was above the library doors; it was Wednesday. A small smile graced her lips, and she tucked her hair behind her ear. Suddenly a stack of magazines appeared on the counter beside her.

"There we go," Mei grinned at the stack. "Every Cosmo I could find in my room. Now to get you a boyfriend."

Haruhi stared at her. "What?"

"You've been single way too long," Mei told her. "We need to dress you up; a little make-up, some cute clothes and a decent pair of stilettos. It's time to get over Suoh."

"Why is it so hard for everyone to believe that I'm not into Tamaki anymore?" Haruhi crossed her arms. "I broke up with him."

"Yes, for the thousandth time. And we need to make sure you don't run back into those muscular arms."

"You realize he has a girlfriend right?" Haruhi raised her brow. "And that I am not going back to him, ever."

Mei didn't seem to hear her. "So what's your type?" Mei opened a few magazines. "There's the bad boy, Lolita, wild, mischievous, cool, dark, shy, tall, short, talkative. Obviously you don't want the princely type."

Haruhi's eyes wandered over to the clock, ignoring Mei's rambling. "I don't need a boyfriend."

Haruhi looked around the giant mansion that she stood in. The Ootori mansion took a more modern approach, though there were some traditional Japanese pieces adorning the walls. She could tell every piece of art was handpicked for the utmost effect. It created an intellectual feel to the mansion.

At the moment, the entire graduating class and many underclassmen were in a giant hall. The lights were dimmed and music played. Servants stood by the tables which were adorned with elegant foods. It was still hard to believe that the strict Ootori father had allowed for this, but she remembered what Tamaki told her. Yoshio Ootori was allowing this to save face in light of Kyoya's graduation present: a condo closer to school. The patriarch wanted to show everyone that he was not kicking his youngest son out.

Haruhi walked up a beautiful staircase that led to a dark alcove where the Valedictorian sat. He was sitting in an armchair, his legs crossed as he stared out onto the party, a wine glass in hand. Kyoya was a picture of refinery.

Kyoya's eyes shifted over to her. "Where's the boyfriend?"

"Not sure." Haruhi looked around the huge hall. 'It always feels like a reminder when he says that.' She saw the twins flirting with one of the graduating girls. "How'd you manage to get your Dad to let you move out?"

Kyoya smirked as he took in her boyish look, perfected with an expensive suit for the occasion. "I've been working on it since the beginning of the year, though he only went with it when I threatened to move out regardless."

Haruhi tilted her head in concern. "Is he mad?"

"No." Kyoya sipped his wine. "I assume Fuyumi reasoned with him."

"That's good." Haruhi took a step forward.

Kyoya eyed her. "We should go find Tamaki. He's probably going on about the Host Club Dissolution."

"Dissolution?" Haruhi asked alarmed.

"He thinks it will end now that he's going to go." Kyoya smirked, "though I've already picked out a few prime candidates for next year to replace everyone." He looked over the crowd again and sighed, "Let's go find the idiot."

Haruhi's eyes caught blond hair and she saw the host club king. She took a step forward, and tripped on the expensive rug just as Kyoya began to rise to his feet. She fell face first into him, pushing him back into the armchair. Their lips brushed and she stared into those shocked gray eyes. A light shone from them as he looked back into her eyes. She became very aware of his hands low on her hips, trying to steady her. His breath tickled her lips. Her lips quivered as she let out a breath.

"Tamaki," She breathed.

Kyoya blinked. His eyes went dark and he released her, helping her stand back up.

"He's over there." She looked over to the center of the floor where Tamaki was talking animatedly with Renge.

"Go." Haruhi turned to see Kyoya smiling at her. "I'll be there in a minute." He gestured to the spilled wine and upturned wine glass.

Haruhi turned and headed back down the stairs toward her boyfriend. But all she could think about was how fake Kyoya's smile had been.

Mei flipped through another magazine. "Or we could just find someone who could go the distance. They say that if he has big feet-"

Haruhi shook her head. "It's not true."

Mei raised an eyebrow.

Haruhi shrugged. "The class president was trying to find Kaoru one day and dragged me to the showers trying to find him."

"You've been in…." Mei stared at her. "Was Kasanoda-sempai in there?"

"No." Haruhi looked back at the clock. She smiled as she saw that the clock was about to strike noon. She headed back behind the counter and tapped the keyboard, making the screen come back on. A few moments later the double doors opened revealing Kyoya. He tossed a book into the return bin and headed down one of the aisles.

"I mean," Haruhi heard Mei talking as Mei leaned on the counter. "Isn't there anyone on this planet that you think is cute?"

"Why does that matter?" Haruhi asked.

"Well if you're going to bone someone you should at least think he's cute." Mei shrugged.

Haruhi stared at her. She turned as she saw Kyoya stroll out of the aisle. He tossed a book onto the counter and leaned on his elbows.

Haruhi picked up the book. "Freud?" Haruhi questioned.

"Figured I would brush up on it for a project," Kyoya told her.

"Like you need to," Haruhi smirked.

Kyoya shifted his eyes. "Are you implying something?"

"That you are about as bad as Heathcliff." Haruhi grinned as she recalled the book that Kyoya had just returned.

Kyoya raised a brow. "At least I'm not like Edgar."

"You sure about that?" Haruhi scanned the book.

"So I'm told," Kyoya smirked.

"They're probably lying to you to get on your good side." Haruhi handed the book to him.

"I have a good side?" Kyoya raised a brow, "how intriguing."

"Sometimes it shows up."

"So does a blue moon." Kyoya leaned closer.

"I've seen you be sweet," Haruhi smiled.

"Have you been playing Renge's video games?"

"There's more to you than what people can see."

Kyoya looked down. "I'd agree."

Haruhi smiled, oblivious to his meaning. "See, that's what I've been telling Kaoru."

Kyoya sighed. "Let him think what he wants." He tugged on a lock of Haruhi's hair to get her attention, and to change the subject. "It's weird. Usually you're dating Tamaki when it gets this long."

"I'm getting it cut again," Haruhi told him, "just a little bit shorter."

Kyoya let go of the hair. "Just don't do it yourself."

"Kaoru said he would," Haruhi said, tucking the hair back behind her ear.

"And then," Mei clapped her hands. "I'm giving Haruhi a makeover."

Kyoya pulled away from Haruhi as he remembered the other woman stood nearby. "And you're agreeing to this?"

"No," Haruhi said flatly. "I'm not doing makeup; it makes my face feel heavy."

Kyoya eyed Mei. "You don't need it, lest you look like Bim Bom here."

"Don't insult me." Mei glared at him.

"You understood that I was insulting you? Good job," Kyoya smirked.

"Well, your lips were moving." Mei crossed her arms.

Kyoya let out a small chuckle. "I have to go," He told Haruhi.

Mei watched the youngest Ootori exit the library. "If it wasn't for that mouth, he might be relatively attractive."

Haruhi busied herself on the computer.

Haruhi leaned against the cool wall. Her freshly cut hair fell into her face. Kaoru had called it a long pixie cut. Her hair was just a little longer than it had been in the host club, though it seemed more girly. She sighed and closed her eyes.

She felt some of her hair being pulled away from her face and opened her eyes to see Kyoya standing in front of her, holding onto her freshly cut tresses.

"Break up with Tamaki again?" He asked with a sigh.

"So what?" Haruhi looked down.

"I have to pick up the piece," He told her while still holding her hair.

"I just couldn't-"

Kyoya shook his head. "You don't have to explain it to me, by all means, I will be hearing about it for the next two weeks."

Haruhi gave him a weak smile. "Sorry."

Kyoya shrugged and let go of her hair. "I do like the short hair on you, too bad it means more work for me."

Haruhi twirled her hair on a finger as she thought about how short she should let Kaoru cut it. She wondered what kind of hairstyle a certain cool type would like.

Mei glanced up from a magazine to see Haruhi with a whimsical look on her face. Her mind obviously somewhere else. Mei sighed as she flipped the page of the magazine. She looked back up to see a faint blush on Haruhi's cheeks. She blinked and then looked back at the double doors then back at Haruhi again. A light bulb flickered on above her head.

"I know!" Mei tossed the magazine aside and leaned forward on the counter. "You could go on a date with Kyoya-sempai."

"…" Haruhi blinked and then stared at the computer screen.

"I mean, aside from his mouth, he seems decent enough." Mei continued. "I could get you some duct tape."

"He's not interested." Haruhi said flatly, still staring at the computer screen.

"You should give him a ch-" Mei stopped. "Wait, what do you mean 'he'? Have you asked him before? Do you like him?"

"Mei." Haruhi turned to look at her friend who was staring back at her.

"OHMYGOWSH!" Mei covered her mouth. "What have you two been saying in your smart talk?"

"Smart talk?" Haruhi raised a brow. She shook her head. "Nothing. I told you, he's not interested. That ship sailed long ago."

"What do you mean? Did something happen?" Mei asked.

"Never mind."

"You like him," Mei accused.

"Mei." Haruhi glared.

"Haruhi and Kyoya." Mei giggled, "it has a nice ring to it."

SLAM!

They both turned to see Kaoru standing over the return bin where he had just thrown his books in. He glared at Haruhi before shaking his head and walking back out the doors.

Kyoya sighed. Somehow Tamaki had managed to drag everyone to the commoner mall on one of their last free Saturdays before graduation. Kyoya's brow twitched and he pushed up his glasses. He would kill to go back to bed.

"Sempai!" A soft hand gripped his own and tugged him forward. Kyoya allowed the person to lead him. Chocolate colored hair in a boyish cut swayed in front of him: Haruhi.

They stopped in front of one of the many kiosks. He stared at the items on the shelves. They were useless trinkets, all of them cheap; though he surmised that the items may be a bit on the steep side for Haruhi.

"Is there a reason you've dragged me here?" Kyoya pushed up his glasses.

"I haven't given you a graduation present," Haruhi smiled. She looked around at the figurines, watches and chains.

"Don't worry about it," Kyoya told her.

She looked at him with those wide eyes.

"I have plenty of watches and chains," Kyoya explained. 'All of them better quality,' He thought to himself as he looked over the cheap items.

"I like this one." He heard her voice. "It reminds me of you."

He turned to see her holding a necklace with an amber pendant in it. Inside the amber was a scorpion. Kyoya raised his eyebrow.

"See, it looks all perfect and refined on the outside." She fingered the smooth amber. "But on the inside there's something much more."

"A deadly arachnid?" Kyoya frowned.

"Sure, at first the real you seems scary and evil-but in actuality you're protective and strong, like a scorpion."

Kyoya stared at the trinket. Haruhi stood on her tiptoes and tossed the cheap chain around his neck. He looked down at the pendant that lay against his chest and then fingered the smooth amber. He looked up to see Haruhi paying for it. Kyoya let go of the pendant and sighed.

"What did you get for Tamaki?" He asked as they walked away from the kiosk.

"Every kid's meal toy I've gotten for the past year." Haruhi smiled.

"Makes a whole lot of sense," Kaoru sipped his drink, making a point not to look up. It had been several hours since he had raced out of the library. After Haruhi had gotten off of work she had headed to Kaoru's favorite café, hoping she'd find him.

Kaoru set his drink down and looked up at her angrily. "That's why you've been standing up for him."

"How I feel doesn't matter," Haruhi told him as she sat down in front of him.

"So, you admit it?" Kaoru glared. "You're in love with Kyoya?"

"You're in love with Hikaru." Haruhi stared at him. Kaoru stared back at her. "And now you're in love with Yukiko."

"Hikaru is my brother." Kaoru turned his head.

"Exactly," Haruhi said. "And he loves you too. Which is why I'm tired of hearing you two fight all the time."

"People fight." Kaoru turned back to her. "You and Tono fight, hell you don't even speak to each other anymore." He paused. "Does he know?"

"Know what?" Haruhi tilted her head.

"Does Tono know that you're in love with his best friend?" Kaoru asked.

Haruhi sighed. "No. Only you and Mei know." She leaned back in her seat. "It doesn't matter though."

Kaoru leaned back in his chair as well and he sighed. "How did we get here?"

"She has a really pretty smile, like the best ever, her teeth actually sparkle." Tamaki twirled about the room while Kyoya leaned against the wall. Kyoya had a slight smile on his face while he watched his friend. "And she's majoring in creative writing. Absolutely adores romance stories! She writes the best ones, you should see the one she wrote for her last assignment." Tamaki took a breath. "I'm going to send her dozens upon dozens of roses!"

Kyoya smirked, "are you sure that's her favorite flower?"

"You're absolutely, positively correct!" Tamaki pointed his index finger to the sky. "I will buy her every flower imaginable!"

Kyoya let out a chuckle. "I'm glad to see you're feeling like your old self."

"You have to meet her!" Tamaki tackled Kyoya into a hug. "Her name's Kita Yukazoa, and she has light brown hair and dark brown eyes. About this tall, and she smells like the prettiest garden!"

Kyoya managed to pull away from Tamaki falling backward onto his butt. He stared up at the blond who continued to hug himself, a dreamy expression on his face.

"Indeed," Kyoya said as he pushed up his glasses. He rose to his feet, making sure to keep his distance. "I do need to meet her." He watched Tamaki twirl about and finally collapse onto a couch. Kyoya walked over to a table to get some tea. "Does this mean you're finally over Haruhi?"

Tamaki's smile faltered and he sighed. "Haruhi…" He rolled onto his stomach. "She's…she'll always be in my heart." He held his chest. "But I think I may finally be able to move past…what happened."

Kyoya nodded. "So, if she starts dating again-you'll be fine."

Tamaki sat up, staring at the floor. "Yeah, I guess."

"And say if Hikaru wanted to ask her out?" Kyoya turned his face away so he could pour himself some tea.

Tamaki clenched his fist. "I…is he asking her out?" Tamaki asked; he turned his head angrily. "Some friend he is."

Kyoya's face became impassive.

"If Hikaru wants to go behind my back then fine!" Tamaki said angrily.

"I was just making a 'for instance'." Kyoya stated. "He's not."

"Good." Tamaki grumbled. He shuffled his feet. "Honestly, I don't think I could handle anyone from the host club dating her," Tamaki said quietly. "After everything we've been through."

Kyoya stared down into his tea.

You know what? I think that was the last of the flashback chaps for a bit. *Does a happy dance* I will try to update as soon as i can. I have another day off of work soon. Please Review!
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