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Over the Edge	By : kierasama Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 3609 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. It belongs to Bisco Hatori. I only own the plot. I make no money from this story.

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"Talking"

Thinking

Chapter eight: Sinking In

'I must have heard wrong...I can't be pregnant...we're stuck on some island with no way off...I can't...'

Haruhi looked at him with her eyes, staring into his unwaveringly. He wasn't looking a her. She felt her heart sink. 'Of course he wouldn't want the baby...I'm still in high school...he is in his second year of college. How would we even make this work?'

Takashi still wasn't looking at her. Haruhi flinched against her will. 'Is...he rejecting me...the baby?' she stood and walked away without another look at him. She needed to be alone.

Takashi did not follow Haruhi into the woods. Rather, he bent his knees and placed his head on them once more. 'It's my fault...' he thought. 'She wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for me...I'm so sorry...' He sat there, never moving, until dark.

Haruhi's heart was relieved when Takashi walked out of the woods. She was glad he was okay, however, she wasn't ready to talk. She slipped into the shadows of the trees and made her way to a peninsula of rocks jutting out over the water. She came here whenever she needed to think, and tonight was definitely one of those nights.

"Oh mom in heaven, what have I gotten myself into. I'm not ready to be a mother...I'm not ready for any of this." she sighed as she stared out over the water. It was peaceful...with the waves breaking on the rocks below. "I love him mom, I love Takashi so much. I know he isn't ready to be a father, just like I am not ready. I don't know how I will be able to give birth to our child, not on this island. I don't know how to be a mother." Haruhi began to cry. "I just found the man I love, we're getting to know each other, slowly, and in our own way. I know I was ready for love, and him. But things are moving so fast, the cruise, the storm, us being stranded. He takes care of me, mom, and I know he loves me. But I'm so scared." her voice trailed away as she sobbed. Her body shook as she wrapped her arms around herself. She rocked slowly as she cried. "How could I miss the signs! How could I be so stupid! I don't even know how Takashi can love me because of this. God, it hurts so much!"

Takashi let the tears roll down his face as he stood in the shadows, unable to hear her, just watching. 'I'm not ready for this, Haruhi. I'm hurting because...I did this to you. It's my fault. I knew what could happen, but I love you so much, I wasn't thinking about any of that. I understand that, if we ever get off this island, you might want to leave me. I won't stop you either, because I love you. I will let you go if it means you can be happy.' Takashi felt his heart grip painfully. It hurt to think that she would leave him. He knew what he had to do though. It hurt him but, he would give her some space. If she still wanted to be with him, then he would be happy, but if she wanted nothing to do with him...well...he didn't want to think of that option.

Over the next four months, Haruhi's stomach grew with her child. Since she was petite, it didn't grow much, but her nightgown no longer fit. Takashi had given her his shirt to wear. Which was about the only thing he gave her. He wouldn't touch her, wouldn't kiss her, or hold her. The only time he did that was during a thunderstorm.

There weren't many of those anymore anyway. The air was growing cold. It would be winter soon. Haruhi huddled close to the fire, trying to stay warm, as Takashi moved to sit on the other side of it. She had pretty much figured that they had broken up, they just hadn't said it in as many words, or any words at all. Takashi hadn't spoke to her at all since he told her she was pregnant, unless it was to remind her to eat. The baby was picky. It didn't like coconuts, or the starfruit. The only thing it let her eat was fish, which wasn't so bad really for it was good for her, and she was getting better at cooking it. She had to force herself to eat some berries so she was getting other nutrients besides protein.

Haruhi had taken to going to the rocky pier several times a week, for the last four months. To talk to god, and her mother. She told them that she was sure that Takashi no longer loved her, and didn't care about the baby. Their baby. She had come to love the child growing inside of her so much that it hurt to think that Takashi might not. She had grown to expect the kicking, and moving. The sudden cravings for fish, which had to be ignored until dinnertime. She would have nothing extra apart from the fruit, and what fish Takashi caught for them for dinner. She had gotten used to, but still hated, her achy back, and how her neck hurt, and her ankles were swollen. All she could do for that was sit on a lower rock and rest her feet in the water.

She never told Takashi when the baby wanted fish, or about her aches and pains. She didn't tell him how tired she was getting lately, or of her loneliness. She didn't tell him how she missed the sound of his deep soothing voice, or the way he would hold her close to him and kiss her lips. Most of all, she never told Takashi that she wished he still loved her. She never spoke.

She didn't have to. Takashi was sitting in the branches of a tree, watching his love from out of sight. He realized that her ankles were hurting her again. She bared it in silence though, never complaining. He was proud of her. He was pained every time she snuck a look at him, that he would try to ignore. He felt her gaze every time and he had to leave. He couldn't stand the looks. Not when he knew that she blamed him for this. It was his fault.

He never let her know that he watched her. He never told her that he missed her, missed being near her, missed her love. He never told her that he wished he could hold her to his body, and kiss her with all the tenderness he possessed. He couldn't tell her how much he wished he could relearn her body with his lips and make her call his name. He didn't tell her how beautiful she looked with his child. He hoped that, when it was born, she would let him hold it.

He heard her stomach growling as she rubbed it, murmuring to their unborn child. Soothing words of love. He slid down from the branch. He turned and stayed in the dark of the trees. She was hungry. He would go get her some fish. When he was just stepping into the water he heard a scream. His ears caught the unmistakeable grunting of a wild boar. He turned back, cursing himself for leaving her. He ran as fast as he could, trying to hurry. He could hear her panicked cries. He heard the boar. It was closer to Haruhi.

Takashi burst out of the trees to see Haruhi standing against a tree holding her arms in front of her stomach protectively. His heart leapt to his throat as the boar charged. 'Haruhi.' he rushed the large animal tossing himself onto it. He tried to get a grip on it's neck. It was easier said than done. The boar was an adolescent male, however, it's tusks were very large. It was strong as well. Takashi looked at Haruhi desperately, his eyes begging her to run and get to somewhere safe.

Haruhi had stopped breathing, she held it in as she watched in horror. 'Takashi...' she thought with a lump in her throat. He was saving her, looking at her with those dark eyes. They were pleading with her to run, however she couldn't leave him. She shook her head with tears in her eyes.

'She's too scared to move...' Takashi thought as the boar tossed him off. He flipped in the air, landing in front of Haruhi. "Haruhi." he spoke seriously, "You need to run. Get away from here."

Again she shook her head.

He lost his patience. "NOW! BEFORE YOU GET HURT!"

She gasped. "Takashi..."

'Protect our child.' He glared at her. "Do as I say, Haruhi."

"No." she said stubbornly. 'I won't leave the father of my baby alone.'

Takashi ignored her and lunged at the boar with a kick. He just needed to get this over with, but he couldn't fight all out against it if he knew she was in danger.

The boar grunted as it was kicked. Then in it's rage, saw Haruhi, it was between it's attacker and it's intended prey. It began to charge.

Haruhi's terrified scream was enough to send Takashi at the boar, running faster than he ever had before. He jumped in the way and felt a deep pain in his side. He used the time he had gained to grip the boars head, pulled it's tusk out of his side, and quickly snapped it's neck. It fell to the ground. Takashi let out a sigh of blatant relief before he fell to his knees. His hand gripped at the wound on his side. The tusk had pierced his body. It didn't go all the way through. "Thank god..." he said in a low voice as his world turned black.

The next three days were touch and go, Haruhi had torn up her useless nightgown into strips and was cleaning his wound with fresh water. She then took another longer strip of cloth and used it to bind his wound. It had been bleeding very heavily the first night, but had since then slowed. He was still unconscious and hadn't woken up yet. Haruhi dunked the smaller piece of cloth into the water she had carried in a coconut husk from the stream. Twisting it to squeeze out some excess water she dabbed his forehead.

Her tears fell and one landed on his chest. She wiped it off then gently lay her head over his heart. She listened intently. It was still beating. She was so thankful. She held his hand to her heart as she cried on his chest. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry Takashi...if only I wasn't such a frightened little child. I would have apologized earlier. I would have told you, but I was so scared you hated me. I couldn't stand that. I couldn't stand that you might not love our baby, the baby I have grown to love more than myself. There's no way I wouldn't be able to, this baby is going to be the best of the both of us. I...I still love you, Takashi...please don't leave me...remember your promise? You said you would be here for me...so come back to me. Please, I love you. I love you. I love you..." she murmured against him.

"Ha...ru...hi..." Takashi whispered. "I'm sorry...I thought...you would hate me...for what happened."

Haruhi shook her head before realizing that he was awake. "T-Takashi?" tears began to overflow. "You're awake! Oh thank god! I can't lose you! I'm so sorry Takashi! Please forgive me! It's all my fault your hurt, and we haven't spoken because of me! I should have realized the signs. I didn't know Takashi! I swear I didn't know that I was-"

She was cut off by his finger on her lips. "Not...you're fault. You've...always been...dense...in that area."

Haruhi was so relieved he was awake that she didn't get the hint of a joke in his voice. "Takashi...I'm sorry if I hurt you. I never meant to...I-I still love you." she said softly tracing his forehead. The wind was surging wildly around them. "I never stopped, and I never will."

Takashi's heartbeat faltered as it pounded harder. "I...love you...Haruhi...both of...you." his hand touched her stomach briefly before falling to the ground.

His eyes slipped closed and Haruhi's heart broke. "No...Takashi!" she sobbed uncontrollably on his chest.

'This wind...it hasn't even slowed a bit.' she looked around before a voice shouted out to her.

"Are you two okay?"

Haruhi was confused. She looked up, "A helicopter?" she watched in fascination as it landed on the sand. Several uniformed men climbed out and ran to them.

"Are you okay? How long have you been here..." he paused as he saw the look on her face.

"You're too late..." she cried brokenly on her love's chest. "He's gone...my Takashi is gone!"

The men looked at each other before lifting her up and carrying her to the helicopter.

She screamed as if in pain. "No! Don't! Please! Don't leave him! Take him with us. Please! I need him! Takashi!"

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