A Not So Normal Day For Haruhi Fujioka

A Not So Normal Day For Haruhi Fujioka
A Ouran High School Host Club fan fiction
Written by AviarisSevanthis

Chapter 7- Hell

~Note to Readers~ {Alright, Chapter 7! I warn, there is absolutely nothing warm and fuzzy about this chapter. It's a further glimpse of just how much this is hurting Haruhi. *hugs her gently* I'm sorry Haruhi. Please forgive me! I'll be the first to admit it's not the best of chapters, but it's not meant to be. It's like an interlude. But it DOES set up for what comes next. And I wanted to show how it's affecting the others......DON'T FORGET TO RATE AND REVIEW!} ~End of Note to Readers~

~~Music Room #3 "The Host Club is Open for Business"~~

This.

Was.

Hell.

How was Haruhi supposed to deal with this? Anyone who got too close, brushed against her in just the wrong way, or anything of the sort, was liable to get raped.

To make this worse, everyone still thought her to be a boy. What a nasty surprise for anyone who got caught.

Thankfully, despite the utter embarrassment caused by them knowing the truth, the Host Club was immensely helpful.

THey seemed to show up at just the right time to protect her, and those around her, from herself. Tamaki and the twins seemed particularly determined, though in a bad way. They seemed to take it out on everyone else.

She wondered if the twins realized that they themselves had caused this? If not, she certainly wouldn't be the one to tell them. SHe didn't want them to feel guilty about it. They loved her, after all. And what they had done had been...amazing.

She hated herself for what she'd become, but did not regret how she'd gotten there. Well, she didn't regret how good it had felt, anyway. Despite her embarrassment, she had to admit one cold, harsh truth to herself.

She had become a raging pervert.

Utter and complete pervert. Sure, she could not control her body when she got all hot and bothered, but she could control her actions otherwise, and could at least distract herself from perverted thoughts. She chose not to.

She welcomed the thoughts that entered her mind. She would knowingly stare at people she found attractive. Hell, dangerous as it was, she even got a little frisky at times, in her own way.

She was driving the girls who requested her absolutely wild. Her request rate had nearly quadrupled due to word of mouth. Kasanoda had apparently heard the rumors, and came to investigate, curious.

Of course, that was not to be. The Host Club guy's barred him entrance, even Kyoya, albeit grudgingly, especially when Kasanoda offered to pay triple...was Kyoya drooling?

Of course, the guys did not realize something that she had come to accept. Whether it had always been there, or was just triggered by her condition, she was equally attracted to women as to men. Hence the girls going wild.

Haruhi leaned in toward the girl next to her, stroking her cheek gently. "You know how beautiful you are? Absolutely delicious. I think that if I tried, I could devour each and every one of you right here..."

The girls practically swooned, their hearts racing. A change had come over their beloved Haruhi, and it was not a change that they disagreed with.

'He' was still 'his' sweet old self, but every so often, something would come over Haruhi, and the beautiful 'boy' would adopt a sultry, seductive tone, making their hearts flutter.

Haruhi grinned, leaning closer, her lips inches from the other, unsuspecting girl's quivering lips. "So alluring...beautiful. You draw me in, my dear...oh, if only I could have but a taste..."

Haruhi was suddenly hauled away, yelping in shock. She was being dragged away from the girls, who seemed quite upset to see 'him' go.

Haruhi was dragged into the adjoining room, and forced into a chair. She then saw that her abductor was not an abductor, but abductors. Kyoya and Hunny stood in front of her, watching her with caution, or in Hunny's case, with concern.

Kyoya sighed. "It seems you've developed a taste for girls, Haruhi." He smirked a little at his own unintentional joke. Hunny just shook his head. "Haru-chan was getting to close there."

Haruhi pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. This was beginning to piss her off. It had been three weeks since she'd been diagnosed, and in that time, she had gotten none of the sweet release she so desperately wanted.

She couldn't even touch herself anymore. At home, her father was keeping close watch on her. At school, the Host Club watched her like a hawk. Worse, she was walked home every day. No chance to be alone with herself.

This was hell. Trying to supress herself was an uphill battle. She could sense it coming. The breaking point. The moment that she would snap, and just grab someone, tear their clothes from their body, taste their skin, feel their warmth...

She shuddered a bit. She was not proud of herself, but denying something that she craved so badly....

Kyoya shook his head sadly. "Haruhi, if this keeps up...we can't let you continue to be a part of the Host Club. You are one mistake from turning this place into a brothel in the eyes of others."

Haruhi's eyes widened, her mouth gaping open for a moment. Kyoya had a sudden urge to fill the whole it made...

She gathered herself, then promptly lost it. She was done. Over with. She couldn't stand it anymore. The craving was eating away at her. She need the stimulation, badly. She got out of the chair, and sank to her knees in front of them.

"Please," she pleaded, causing Kyoya's cold heart to stir. He didn't want to see her like this...

"Please, I just...I just need to...to..." she paused, searching her mind for the right words, eventually deciding to just be blunt.

"I need to fuck! I need that pleasure! If I hold it back much longer, I'll just explode! Please, Kyoya-sempai, surely you realize this!" Her begging, her pleading, was getting to him. He could only imagine how Hunny felt...

She clutched hold of the leg of Kyoya's pants, staring up at him through now watery eyes. "Please, sempai...please...I'm begging you..." She tugged on his belt then, licking her lips. "I'll give you anything you want...do anything you want..."

He just stared down at her, feeling a completely different emotion welling up. "Just name it...I'll be you little bitch, your little slave...just...please, don't make me hold back any longer...."

And then he slapped her. Her face jerked to the side, and she just stared straight ahead, which now meant she was staring at Hunny's shoes.

Kyoya roughly removed her hands from his belt, and pushed her away without mercy. "Haruhi, you are better than this." There was a very potent venom to his voice as he spoke, lacing every word. "Don't act like some common whore."

And then he left the room, followed shortly by a silent Hunny, his chocolate eyes downcast, hidden by his blonde locks hanging over his face. Haruhi was left in the room, and she broke down into sobs. This was hell...utter hell.

Kyoya gritted his teeth, leaning against the wall, hearing her sobs, muffled as they may be, through the wall. Seeing her like that, hearing her like that. He couldn't take it. Even Kyoya Ootari had his limits for cool detatchment....

Hunny was, outwardly, faring better. On the inside however, he was a complete and utter mess. Everyone who saw him was a little worried, and alarmed when he refused their attempts to placate him with cake.

Everyone in the room had becoe aware of the tension. Hunny, refusing cake. It was like a shark walking out of the water, saying hi, and then eating everyone on the beach. It just didn't happen. And it was also scary as hell.

And then there was a sound. A sound nobody had ever heard before. A strangled sort of sound. They all turned to the source, and saw a sight far more disturbing than Hunny's refusal of cake.

Kyoya Ootari, the calm, cool, pillar of strength and reserve, was on his knees, fists pressed to his eyes, shuddering with supressed sobs. His glasses were crushed in his right fist, blood and tears dripping down onto the floor.

And subconciously, everyone knew, in their hearts, deep down, that this was a turning point of sorts. This was an omen. A sign of bigger things to come, whether they be good or bad. This was the beginning of the end.

Or perhaps, the end of the beginning, the end of the prologue, or a whole new beginning entirely.

Either way, things in the Host Club, no, in the entirety of Ouran Academy, would never be the same again.

~The Home of the Fujioka Family, Haruhi's Room: Near Midnight~

Haruhi stood in place, staring at the wall. Why had this happened to her? Why? Why was she cursed to have this, this....disease? That's what it was, a disease. One she was sure would eventually kill her. Slowly, over time.
She could never have a normal life, a normal relationship...

She stared down at her hands. The skin of her palms was rubbed raw by the work she'd just finished doing. But it didn't matter.

It had to be done, at least in her mind.

There was nothing else for it. She had to get it all over with. She had to fix this.

If she didn't, then her father, her friends, her schoolmates...they could never recover from her presence if she didn't fix it.

She had resolved to do this. She'd made Kyoya cry. Kyoya, the Shadow King. Hunny had refused cake. The twins were snapping at everyone, on edge. Tamaki was constantly depressed. Mori was distraught over Hunny's upset.

She had done this to them. It was her fault. Her, and her uncontrollable thoughts and desires, her desperation. Her affliction.

Still, she hesitated. Until one last thing occurred to her. One person she wanted to see more than anyone else.
She smiled sadly, closing her eyes as the word pushed past her lips, and she pushed herself forward.

"Mom..."
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Ranka was reading a book in his bedroom, though he had read the same line over and over. He was worried about Haruhi. She had looked so...hollow, when she'd come home.

And then he heard a loud clatter from the direction of her room.

"Haruhi?"

No answer.

He quickly moved toward her room, his heart pounding. He had a bad feeling.

"Haruhi?"

He paused at her door, then just pushed it open.

He felt he could die in that moment. The she was, hanging from the ceiling with the noose taut around her neck.
"Haruhi!!!"

Her name came out as a strangled bellow as her rushed over, lifting her body up to take the pressure off her neck, then reaching up, eventually getting the noose off of her.

He dropped to his knees as he cradled her in his arms, holding her to his chest, shaking her, as if trying to wake her. Ranka sobbed freely as he held his daughter, calling her name desperately.

He was unaware at this point that one of the neighbors had heard the noise and called for the police and an ambulance.

Ranka was not crying from grief. He was crying from anger, sadness, and relief. Haruhi was breathing, albiet shallowly. Her eyes fluttered weakly, half glazed.

She stared up at her crying father, and reached up weakly, cupping his cheek with her hand. "Don't cry, daddy.." Her voice was weak, childlike. Just as it had once been when her mother had been alive.

She smiled up at him softly. "I'll be with mommy soon...she won't be lonely anymore....and I won't be a burden....to you or.....anyone else ever.....again..."

Ranka squeezed her hand tears streaming down his cheeks, dripping down onto Haruhi's face as her eyes fluttered again, her body losing the battle to stay awake. "No, Haruhi...you are not a burden...you were never a burden...."

Then her eyes closed, and she went limp in his arms. He didn't know if she was just asleep, or...

He never let her go until the paramedic's arrived, and took her from him. He couldn't move.He had to be helped into the ambulance as well. His mind had snapped. He'd already lost Kotoko. If he lost Haruhi as well...

~~The Ootari Family Estate: Five Days Later~~

Haruhi had been brought to his house shortly after she'd been declared stable. It didn't matter that she didn't need it; Kyoya wanted her to have the best doctor possible. And that doctor happened to be the Ootari family's private doctor.

She had been sleeping in his bed. He'd moved to the couch. She'd been getting a steady flow of visitors. Ranka had not left the bedside once, except to go to the bathroom. He ate by the bed.

Indeed, even Kyoya and the other members of the Host Club were rarely away from her for long.

They had all decided. They would do whatever it took to make sure this never happened again. They would make sure she knew not only how much she mattered to all of them, but also that losing her would be the worst thing they would ever have to endure.

Most did not know it yet, but all of them, including some who were not even present, were in love with her. She who had become the absolute center of all their lives.

~Note to Readers~ {Well? Whaddya think, eh? Don't get mad at me about Kyoya's breakdown. By this point in the story, he's just coming to grips with the fact that he cares deeply for her, possibly loves her. If you cared so deeply for someone, how would you react to seeing them like that, especially if you were not used to expressing your feelings. Her weakness upsets him, startles him. So he get's mad. And then it all just hits him. Not even Kyoya is above crying for someone he loves. As for Hunny, I figured that refusing cake would be far more impactful than him crying. Ranka...well, he's her dad, so, yeah. And don't worry, the next chapter will be coming soon. Full of lemony goodness.....DON'T FORGET TO RATE AND REVIEW!} ~End of Note to Readers~