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 8- Hope: It's Bigger Than Expected

~Authors Note~ {Alright, Chapter 8! So, after the depressing note of that last chapter, perhaps it's time for some happy stuff. Or to be precise, some lemony stuff. Unfortunatly, I cannot exactly just JUMP right into sex. Have to build up. So, this chapter may be just some lime. We shall see. Obviously, I write the authors note first. I'm also gonna try something new here...you'll see.....DON'T FORGET TO RATE AND REVIEW!} ~Authors Note~

~~The Ootari Estate: Kyoya's Room~~

The day was barely started, the sun just now starting to come over the horizon, and it was already the a great day for Kyoya. Yet at the same time, a horrible day. Haruhi was here, which was great. However, she was still...

It wasn't that she really needed a doctor anymore. The only remaining physical evidence of Haruhi's attempt on her own life was a dark purple bruise around her neck. However, she was still obviously quite depressed.

Nothing they did could cheer her up, and she was constantly strapped to the bed. They were afraid of what she might do otherwise. The idea of her making a second attempt...well, it wasn't exactly a comforting idea.

On top of that, she seemed to be getting worse. She became more and more depressed as the day's went by. It was a chore to get her to even eat. Worst of all, she wouldn't talk to any of them.

Kyoya went up to her, sitting on the edge of her bed, he placed a hand gently on hers. He felt her try to pull away. Was she angry with them? "Haruhi..." She just turned her head away from him, and Kyoya felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Never before had Kyoya cared so deeply for someone before. Seeing her like this was just too hard to take. He slowly stood, then hesitated. *Now or never*, he thought.

He leaned over her, placing one hand on the edge of the bed, and with the other, tilted her face toward him. And he pressed his lips softly to hers. He couldn't help himself. He pulled away shortly, wanting to say...something.

Not even he knew what it was he wanted to say. And then he saw the look on her face, and it didn't even matter anymore. She had a pained look on her face, and then twisted her head away, looking away. He straightened, gritting his teeth.
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Hunny came into Kyoya's room, just in time to bump into Kyoya. The taller boy hesitated as he saw Hunny, nodded a bit, and then slipped out of the room. It was then that Hunny noticed the broken glass on the ground.

"Kyo-chan..." He bit his lip, then headed up to Haruhi. He and the rest of the Host Club members had all been staying here ever since Haruhi had come. Kyoya and Hunny, however, where the ones who were most affected.

They had seen the state she was in prior to her attempt at suicide. They had witnessed the moment that she could no longer take it. And they had failed to realize just how bad it was.

Hunny guessed that Kyoya was, of the two, feeling the most guilty. After all, Haruhi had begged him, pleaded with him, to help her. Instead, he'd slapped her. Hunny didn't blame him, however.

Neither had been able to sleep well, and were up first each day. Ironic, since they were usually the last to get up. He came over to Haruhi's side, and saw the tears streaming down her cheeks. She hadn't noticed him.

"I'm sorry, Kyoya...I'm so sorry..." Hunny placed a hand on her forehead, making her open her eyes. He crawled onto the bed, and nestled himself next to her, pressed against her, feeling her warm body through the sheets.

He just hugged her as he laid there, his head resting on the pillow next to hers. "Haru-chan...please cheer up...we all want you back...the same, smiling Haru-chan that we know and love..."

To his surprise, she actually responded, though she wasn't looking at him.

"Hunny-sempai, that Haruhi is gone. That Haruhi died as soon as this affliction took over her life and caused trouble for the ones she loved. I'm all that's left."

Hunny was surprised by her tone of voice. It was strained, like she was holding something back. "Haru-chan...why have you not talked before now?"

She just shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut.

"And you won't look at us anymore. Why? Why have you been avoiding us as best as you can while unable to move from this bed, with your voice strained like that?"

The seriousness to Hunny's voice was new to her, and it was her turn to be surprised.

Hunny didn't require an answer from her on this. He'd already figured it out. Hearing her voice had been all it took.

"Haru-chan, it's your 'problem,' isn't it? That's what's wrong, right? You are trying to control yourself, and it's hurting you, isn't it?"

Haruhi choked back a sudden sob. He had it right. How could this small, seemingly innocent boy have so much insight? He was constantly surprising people.

Hunny cuddled up to her more, buying his face in the crook of her neck. "I'm sorry, Haru-chan. I think we went about this the wrong way. We were trying to protect you, but all we did was hurt you more..."

His sweet voice was just so soothing...so cute. It was hard not to relax when she heard it, especially as calm as he was right now.

They were both silent for a moment, just laying there. Then Hunny finally said something.

"Haruhi..."

It was him calling her by her actual name that really caught her attention, and she suddenly turned to look at him, shocked.

He was looking at her sweetly. He looked just like a little kid about to ask his mother for cookies before dinner.

"Haruhi, we all love you. All of us. Some more than they realize. You have never been a burden, and never will. We just want you to be safe and happy. Some of us...well, we couldn't take it if you were gone."

Haruhi didn't know what to say. She didn't have to though, because he wasn't done.

"I'm not one of those who doesn't realize how much he loves you. I know how I feel." He shifted, and straddled her waist, looking down at her.

"Haruhi, can you make me a promise?"

She just choked a bit, her words caught in her throat, so she nodded instead.

He smiled a bit. "Can you promise to let us protect you, and that you will come to us instead of trying to hurt yourself?"

She hesitated, then just nodded. She didn't WANT to hurt herself.

He smiled more brightly. "Then I promise to always be there for you, no matter what. And to do whatever I can to help you. Anything. But, of course, I want to anyway."

The look on his face confused her, until she felt his hand through the sheet, giving her right breast a light squeeze.

"H...Hunny-sempai!?"

He leaned in, smiling. "Just call me Hunny. Drop the sempai part..."

And then he was kissing her passionately, and she couldn't help but return it.

~End Note to Readers~ {Well? Whaddya think, eh? Pissed at the shortness and where I chose to stop it? Well, too bad! Muahahahaha! Don't worry. Won't be too long before the next chapter comes. And THAT one will have the HaruXHunny fun that you were waiting for!.....DON'T FORGET TO RATE AND REVIEW!} ~End of End Note to Readers~
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SHOUTOUTS!
Figured I'd start doing this! Don't have many reviews to shoutout at, but, hey, maybe later?

slayerette0: It seems everyone does these days...

Raichael: thank you!

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Nice!: You seemed to have an ESP thing about Tamaki being in the room...

ysi: that is the point. heh.

Nami: thank you!

Raichael: of course it was a tease. I'm a teasing person.

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ysi: of course!

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Raichael: HaruhiXKyoya IS a good pairing. And will eventually happen. Be patient, heh.

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Raichael: No bowing, please. I'm not a god. Yet....MUAHAHAHAHA!

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Raichael: Well, here is the chapter for you!

I gotta say, Raichael, you must really love this story to review it every time. *bows* Thank you for your continued reading. It's easier to keep writing when you know someone is enjoying your work and wanting more.