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To hate or love Thunder?	By : Akabara Category: +M to R > Ouran High Host Club Views: 2991 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hikaru sat on the bar stool, his eyes closed, trying to block out his idiotic club mates going gaga over hearing stories from Haruhi's middle school days.
"What should we do Hikaru? They're having a good time over there, we could join them..." Kaoru was saying to his twin brother.
Hikaru felt his temper flare up slightly but kept himself slightly calm as he replied, "No, I'm not going to. I can't believe the boss is actually hanging out with that jerk!"
Kaoru blinked at his twin's response.
"Hikaru! Kaoru! Get over here, this might be our only chance to hear what Haruhi was like in middle school," Tamaki called over to them.
"Sorry but I'm not interested," Hikaru replied, leaning back slightly before he leaned forward on his elbows and forearms again. He glared at Arai over his shoulder once more.
"Man! How stupid can you guys get? Sitting around talking about somebody's past, I don't see the appeal."
He noticed Arai's shocked look and continued, seeking more personal satisfaction in taking more strips off this stranger who was occupying Haruhi's time to the extent of her taking a break to talk with him. Just who was this guy anyway? And what was he actually after? He wasn't about to sit by and watch one of his dearest friends become victim of some creeper who just wanted into her pants and kept clinging to friendship in the hopes of doing so. Did he want Haruhi? The thought had never crossed his mind before, but now that he thought about it, maybe he did. How could he know for sure? He didn't know, and that troubled him even more. He became so absorbed in it as he continued he didn't hear a chair moving, or the footsteps heading over to him.
"Besides doesn't that guy realise that Haruhi doesn't want anything to do with him? She has plenty of friends. So she doesn't need you around, get it?"
He glanced over just as a hand made contact with his cheek, and slapped across his face. He didn't move for a moment, the shock and hurt at such an action when he was trying desperately to protect her from what he viewed to be a danger, stinging more than the slap to his face. He felt a twisting sensation in his chest, as if his heart was about to be wrenched out of his chest.
Haruhi's voice cut through his thoughts in a harshness he'd never heard from her before, "That's not something for you to decide Hikaru! I'm not going to tolerate you insulting my friends anymore. You got that?"
'Ow! Why didn't she just stab me? It would hurt less than those words,' He thought. Why couldn't she see what was going on? Why couldn't she see the danger he was trying to protect her from? Why couldn't she see why he was so disgusted with this pervert? That twisting sensation was becoming stronger, more painful. Too painful. It was unabearable! He'd rather go through surgery without an anaesthetic than suffer through this pain. did she even care? Was he even her friend? What was he to her? He had to know and there was only one way to know.
He found himself struggling to keep himself from breaking into enraged tears, his voice was shaky, and surprised even him as he responded, "But why? Why should anyone else matter to you?"
Haruhi blinked at the anguish in his voice.
He slammed his fist on the bar counter top, and lept up from his seat. He faced Haruhi, he was now allowing his anger to show keep him from crying long enough to find out if he meant anything to her, "I thought we were your friends! Are we or aren't we?"
Haruhi blinked.
Hikaru gritted his teeth, feeling his cheeks heat up in a blush. There it was. He cared. He'd never before shown that anyone aside from his brother mattered to him. Yet there it was, and all she could do was blink!
Hikaru broke eye contact with Haurhi feeling his control slipping. If he kept looking at her he was sure to cry in front of the entire Host club, he could already feel the hot tears stinging his eyes. He couldn't stand this! He moved past her and ran upstairs to his room that he shared with Kaoru at the Pension. Kaoru said something as hurried footsteps followed him. What was said, Hikaru didn't know. He felt a few hot tears escaping him as he slammed the door closed and sat on the bed.
He'd done it... at least part way. He'd bared some of his soul to her. Did he even matter to her? Did she feel the same way? He had no idea, and why did he care so much if she did or didn't? He couldn't understand it.
He ran a hand through his hair, 'And what if she hates me now? Ack, she hated me to begin with.' He thought to himself. He heard two knocks at the door before Kaoru opened it, "That's some temper you've got there. Aren't you a little old for that?"
Hikaru looked over his shoulder at Kaoru revealing to his twin that he'd been resting his forehead in the heel of his hand, "Don't pretend that you weren't upset by that too."
Kaoru approached Hikaru, calmly, "Well, maybe I was, but I'd like to think I'm more rational than you.."
Hikaru looked away from Kaoru, who sat on the edge of the bed by Hikaru before continuing, "I don't think I've ever seen you act so selfishly before. Like a little child. Haruhi was surprised."
Hikaru brought a hand back up to his head again, "Well I couldn't help it. I was really upset but I can't figure out why."
Kaoru smiled a bit. What happened after that, Hikaru didn't fully know. From what he understood, Kaoru had dressed as him, and gone down to apologise to Arai, offering to go out with her the next day to make up for all of this. Hikaru knew that Arai wouldn't be able to tell that it wasn't him apologising, but he knew that Haruhi would.
The next day however, Kaoru had come down with a cold, so Hikaru had gone with her instead.
Seventeen-year-old Hikaru smiled as he remembered that date... they ate ice cream, he had tried pickled yams. They went souvenir shopping for Kaoru, everything was going fine until it looked like it was going to rain, and regrettably they'd been outside of the store that pervert worked at.
His smile fell as he remembred how badly he'd screwed up then. When Haruhi was willing to offer that jerk's offer to use the company's car to get them back, Hikaru felt the same twisting sensation in his chest. As if someone were wrenching his heart out of him. He couldn't stand that pain, it was too raw, too real, too intense. So he had ran off, and taken shelter under a tree, listening to music when the rain started. While he was under that tree, the phone call that snapped him into reality happened.
Hikaru's phone rang, he immediately thought that Haruhi had made it back to the Pension and informed them that he was still out there, so he'd asked Tamaki to send a car to pick him up, since he couldn't catch a taxi.
"You idiot! I want you to turn around and start looking for Haruhi right now!"
"Hmm?" Hikaru replied.
Tamaki continued, "What kind of jerk would leave a girl out in a thunderstorm like this by herself? Now you listen to me: Haruhi is terrified of thunder! Whenever she hears it she gets so scared she can't even move!"
Hikaru had then felt his eyes widen, and the air leave his lungs, 'what? What did I do? Wait... am I even wrong here? I didn't know.'
Tamaki finished his ranting, "Why don't you spend less time concentrating on your own jealousy and think about someone else for once!"
There was a click and the line went dead. Hikaru stood frozen like a statue for a moment recalling the points when Haruhi had spoken with him, racking his brain to see if she had said she was afraid of thunderstorms. Well no, not directly, but she had said 'I hope there isn't going to be a thunder storm.'
'Did you hear that?'
'Let's just take his offer, the sooner we get back the better.'
That last time... the last time she had been blushing, as if she was embarrassed. Someone as strong and independent as Haruhi might even be embarrassed to admit she's afraid of something. That's when he remembered losing control of his legs as they began thumping against the ground, causing him to run at a speed he hadn't known he was capable of. Thus began his frantic search through the town, asking anyone he came into contact with if they'd seen Haruhi, searching each store he could think of. He had stopped near a church, resting his hands on his knees to catch his breath, when lightning struck, followed by the sound of thunder, it illuminated the church door for him to see that it was slightly open.
'Could she ...' He wondered to himself as he headed into the church, calling out for her.
Thunder struck again and he heard a frightened scream, he followed it, finding Haruhi cowering under a table, soaking wet, shaking, crying, hands clapped tightly over her ears, eyes clenched shut, and so... unlike herself.
"Haruhi..."
Haruhi's deep brown eyes opened, and she looked at him for a moment, "Hika..."
Another roar of thunder made her go silent, she trembled a bit more.
Hikaru reacted quickly while he brain stormed on how to help her through it. He grabbed the table cloth off the table she was hiding under, and used it to wrap her in for warmth, neglecting his own comfort level. He wished at that exact moment that he had ear plugs with him to block out the sound that scared her so badly, not able to think of anything else to do, he took his head phones off from around his neck, and gently placed them over Haruhi's ears, the only other thing he could think to do was sit next to her under the table, and keep her held close to himself for reassurance, "I'm sorry I took off like that and left you alone. I'm sorry I said those things about your dear friend."
"Thank you Hikaru, I forgive you," Haruhi said, cuddling into him a little.
Hikaru swallowed the lump of sobs that had suddenly appeared in his throat while a two tears escaped him before he could stop them, "I'm sorry."
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