What Remains of Hunny.

Haruhi sat in her window and contemplated her life. Hunny and Mori senpai had graduated some years before and she only had months left to go. Hunny had become inebriated and came to visit her in his moment of confusion. Haruhi had unknowingly been the object of his affection since he had met her. They had slept together repeatedly for a week and then it was over. Hunny was dead.


Hunny had died saving the owner of his favorite bakery from a fire. The funeral had been an event in itself. Mori had been inconsolable and had withdrawn completely. He was supposed to have been able to protect Hunny, but he had failed. The failure struck Mori deeply and he could not believe that Hunny was never coming back.


Two months later Haruhi had received the shock of her life when she found out she was pregnant. She had finally gotten her life back together after Hunny’s untimely demise. The only thing she had left from him was Usa his favorite stuffed animal.


Not wanting to alert anyone of her particular problem until she decided on the best course of action she had thrown herself into her work passing with honors. No one had known the now eighteen year olds secret. When she finally graduated she told her father, Ranka but refused to name the father of the child. She had also turned down college and all the other offers and scholarships she had been given.


Haruhi got a job at a law firm doing their filing and paperwork. She found the work to be stimulating and good. It kept her close to the law and made her feel like she was contributing to something bigger than she was. Haruhi and her father had moved so she could be closer to her office and he was closer to the bar. The new house which had more room than the old one and she had gotten a good deal. She was sure she had Kyoya to thank for that.

Walking home from work Haruhi was tired. She had never felt so weary in her life. Her eight month pregnant stomach was announcing its displeasure. “Haruhi?” a voice whispered.


Haruhi froze. Turning slowly she stared into the cool eyes of Kyoya. “Hello, senpai.” She greeted with a smile before turning to continue her walk home.


Haruhi had glimpsed the surprise in Kyoya’s eyes when he had noticed her pregnant belly and she had no desire to explain herself. Kyoya got over his shock fairly quickly and began to stride along beside her. “What are you doing?” Haruhi asked as another spasm took her.

“Escorting you home so we can talk about your situation because I feel that you have not been telling everyone the whole story about why you chose not to finish school.” Kyoya replied authoritatively. A particularly hard spasm hit Haruhi at that moment and she felt moisture erupt from her core.


“Kyoya now is not the time for this.” Haruhi panted softly trying to wrap her head around what was happening. A flash went off somewhere near by and she heard a bunch of people shouting Kyoya’s name.


Kyoya looked up at the approaching storm of paparazzi and swore. Looking over and Haruhi his eyes widened. “What’s wrong?”


“I am in labor.” Haruhi whimpered dropping her bag of groceries and grabbing her pulsing stomach.


Kyoya pushed a button on his cell phone and grabbed the now screaming Haruhi’s hand. A car appeared out of nowhere and Kyoya quickly bundled Haruhi in. “To the hospital and quickly.” He barked at the driver.

Fifteen hours later, Haruhi gave birth to a baby girl. Haruhi stared at her daughter in awe. The baby had tiny features and white blonde hair. When the baby finally deigned to open her eyes for her mother Haruhi felt her heart flop. Her daughter had her father's eyes. Kyoya stood next to the bed and stared down at the child in barely concealed shock. Ranka immediately announced that his granddaughter was perfect and peered into the golden brown eyes that marked her parentage.

“Where did those eyes come from?” Ranka wondered aloud as the child in question closed her eyes, apparently bored with all the attention.

“A fallen warrior.” Kyoya mused rubbing a finger over the pale blonde strands of hair. “No one knows about this?” Kyoya asked Haruhi already knowing the answer.

“No, I couldn’t bear to tell anyone.” Haruhi replied letting the baby suck on her finger as she thought about names.
“More importantly what shall her name be?” Ranka asked. “I was thinking Aiko or Chi but after meeting her none of that fits.” Placing a finger under his chin he regarded the child. Kyoya in thought went over to one of the chairs in the hospital room and sat down. Turning the television on he watched as a video of him grabbing an in labor Haruhi and bundling her into the car played.

“Brace yourself Haruhi we are going to soon be bombarded.” Kyoya said out loud as he flipped the channel and saw another channel claiming that Haruhi was going to give birth to his love child. The same thing was repeated on several different channels.

“I think I will name her Kohaku.” Haruhi said thoughtfully as her daughter opened her eyes looked at her. “I think though she should have a nickname…”

“Coco!” Ranka shrieked excitedly and received a glare from both the deep in thought Kyoya and Haruhi. Coco showed her approval of the name by screaming loudly. The phone started to ring and Kyoya composed himself before picking it up, only to pale considerably when he heard who was on the other end.

“Kyoya.” A deep voice said on the other end filled with dangerous intensity. For the first time in his life, Kyoya knew fear and hung up the phone. Trying to school his features back into his usual reserved demeanor, he turned and looked at Haruhi.

“Kyoya what is the matter?” Haruhi asked handing Coco to Ranka. Sitting up she winced but managed to regain her composure quickly.

“It would appear that Tamaki and Mori are coming over.” Kyoya stated calmly sitting on Haruhi’s bed. “I think for the sake of everyone involved you and the baby should be gone before they arrive.”

“Kyoya I know I have to face them eventually.” Haruhi started but stopped once she realized that Kyoya was shaking his head at her.
“Are you in the condition to tell them who the father is?” Kyoya queried standing and looking down at her in disbelief. “Can you look at Mori and tell him…”

“That is quite enough.” Ranka growled eyes flashing dangerously. “I don’t know who the father is but if Haruhi hasn’t said anything she must have her reasons and I trust her to know when it is time to speak.”

“It’s alright he has a point.” Haruhi conceded. “Where will I go though? Even your secret police are very little match for Mori- senpai.” Haruhi paused, for the first time the ramifications of her giving birth to Coco and doubt took hold. “No one would take a newborn from its mother?” Haruhi questioned thinking quickly.

“Anyone who tries to take my granddaughter away will die a slow and painful death.” Ranka said flatly. Kyoya raised an eyebrow at the two fierce people in front of them and suppressed a smile.

“I have made arrangements for you to go to the estate of a family friend.” Kyoya stated calmly. “There is a tunnel under the building which will take you to where a car is waiting to pick you up. I will not be able to visit you for obvious reasons. You will leave now.”

“But…” Haruhi cried.

“There is no time.” Kyoya replied cuttingly, glancing at the baby who had both eyes open and was glaring at him. “I guess Kohaku is demon number 4. I will stall them, now go.” Kyoya left Haruhi, Ranka and the baby heading towards his office after he gave them the verbal directions for the tunnels.

“Haruhi, do you really want to do this?” Ranka questioned. “Hiding like this seems wrong.”

“I have been hiding this long a little longer won’t hurt.” Haruhi said flinging the covers back and standing up.

Quickly she dressed while Ranka held the baby. Taking the baby Haruhi waited until Ranka checked the empty hallway and they fled following the instructions Kyoya had given them, only faltering once as they came to a set of tunnels that seemed to run next to each other. Exiting the tunnel Haruhi and Ranka never saw one of the paparazzi leaning against the building in defeat.

“Excuse me?” the paparazzi man said. The startled Haruhi and Ranka turned to look at him.

“Are you our ride?” Ranka asked as Haruhi scanned the alley for any possible escape. Noting as she turned that people had noticed them and the paparazzi was about to rush down the alley.

“Yes.” The man said thinking quickly.

“Well let’s go.” Ranka said briskly. The man leaped into action opening the door to the building beside the hospital and shuttling them in before anyone got too close. “My ride is this way.” The man said leading them down into the parking garage. The car was an older delivery van.

“Where are we going?” Haruhi asked as the man jumped in the front and began to drive them away.

“Somewhere no one will be able to find you.” The man said calculatingly.

Kyoya sat as composed as he was able typing on his computer in one of the offices in the hospital. His nerves were on edge but you could never tell from his calm outward appearance. Beside him, his phone rang and he answered calmly. The only sign of emotion was the slight widening of his eyes. “What do you mean they didn’t make it to the car?”
“Kyoya!” Tamaki yelled slamming the door open as he stormed in followed by the sinister voice from the phone call, Mori. Mori closes the door quietly behind him and leans against it, his dark gray eyes flashing dangerously. Worried Kyoya snapped the phone closed and returns to his computer. “Where is Haruhi?” Tamaki asks his fists clutched, teeth grinding, body shaking with emotion.

“I honestly don’t know.” Kyoya replied grimly as he accessed the security system for the hospital from his laptop. Tamaki was expecting several different responses but that was not one of them. In his many years of friendship with the man, he had never heard Kyoya admit to not knowing something. Flopping in the chair in front of Kyoya his mind went through several different scenarios of what could have happened to Haruhi.

“Is the child yours?” Mori asked astutely from his position leaning against the door. Kyoya paused and looked at him. Tamaki pulled himself out of his frantic worrying to look at Kyoya.

“She will talk about it when she is ready.” Kyoya said firmly going back to the security system as Tamaki called him every bad name he could think of.

Pulling up the outside security footage, Kyoya brought up the different exit points until he found the alley and swore vividly. Silencing Tamaki and teaching him some new swear words in the process.

“Here we are.” Hideo the paparazzi said. He pulled up to the compound and parked. Helping them out of the van, he smiled at a Ranka before he escorted them into one of the outer buildings.

“This looks like a yakuza palace.” Ranka said quietly looking at the variety of weapons in a room they passed. Finally, Hideo led them into a comfortable looking studio apartment. They entered the living room and Haruhi looked around. She took in the raised platform for sleeping and the kitchen along the side. The living room had a television and a comfortable couch.

“It is.” Hideo replied calmly. Ranka and Haruhi stopped. Haruhi bundled Coco closer.

“What exactly do you mean?” Ranka asked clutching his fists.

“I said I would make you disappear.” Hideo replied as he left them alone sliding the door behind him.

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