Hiya, this is my first fic for Ouran! Yay! Have been persuaded to write anime fiction by my good friend cough Glockenspiel, so this isn't my forte- so please bear with me! I will try my best!
Summary: Yeah so Ouran is having a sports day- I got this inspiration from the part where Tamaki thought he was cursed by Beelzenef after stepping on him (he said his feet felt heavy- Kyoya said it was due to the marathon) and so the idea…appeared. I don't know if they would or do, but it suits my purposes quite nicely.
Pairing: This will eventually, (as soon as I get round to it) become a Kyoya-Haruhi fic. (sorry if you don't like that)
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran any more than I own…the Moon.
Alright, enough ranting-time for story. Happy reading!
Chapter 1- Sports Day?
(Ouran Academy- Class 1A)
The stern looking, bony cheeked teacher glanced at her golden pocket watch over her spectacles. "Right class you can put down your pens now," she stiffly informed the class.
Relief palpably rippling through the students, the boys and girls flipped closed their test papers and put down their pens.
Stretching her cramped shoulder and finger muscles, Haruhi lightly drummed her slender fingers on the desk absentmindedly as the teacher collected the tests, walking up the narrow rows of desks in the classroom.
"That wasn't too bad I guess", Haruhi thought, "that revision really paid off." Every question had been manageable and she had finished in good time-unlike Hikaru beside her who had frantically been writing then scribbling out then writing again right until the teacher had decided the test to be over.
Sitting on Haruhi's other side, his twin, Kaoru was sitting calmly, also like Haruhi having approached the test practically. Kaoru shot Haruhi a smile before giving his twin a concerned glance. Even when not sitting next to his other half, Kaoru could sense Hikaru's agitation.
Hikaru shrugged and smiled wearily, relieving Kaoru of the slight worry that had crept over him.
The students talked quietly while the teacher counted and packed away the test papers and the last few minutes of the lesson wound down. The polite ringing chime of the school bell heralding the end of the last lesson of the day couldn't have gone sooner in Haruhi's opinion- who was eagerly anticipating going home and trying out the new recipe she and her father had uncovered the day before.
The sound of the bell was followed by the shuffling of pens and bags as the students packed away. The teacher wrote something on the board about homework, copied down studiously by the class; no one wanted to fail "Overseas Government and Politics."
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"Aw man, that test couldn't have been any worse," Hikaru moaned as the three hosts trooped up the soft red carpeted staircases up towards the third music room. "Mom's gonna kill me."
His twin raised an eyebrow. "Hikaru, if you had decided to revise instead of watching me revise last night, it wouldn't have been that bad," Kaoru chastised Hikaru lightly. "And I'm sure Mom will understand…eventually,"
"But you looked so cute with that concentrating scrunched up expression of yours last night," Hikaru pouted, draping one arm over his twin's shoulder. "I was completely… mesmerised." He whispered the last part softly in Kaoru's ear.
Kaoru murmured something incoherent at his brother's words, a faint blush filling his pale cheeks.
Haruhi sighed. "Do you really need to be like that outside host club hours?" she asked, walking slightly faster ahead of the twins.
Identical looks of shock swept over the young men as they sped up to walk either side of the young woman, "Of course we do!" they chorused together, Kaoru immediately recovering from Hikaru's comments.
"Haruhi doesn't appreciate," Hikaru began…
"Our twin loveliness!" Kaoru finished both wearing matching forlorn expressions.
"In future, I think that Haruhi should be more careful so that she doesn't accidentally cause offence to people with her lackadaisical comments," a voice floated towards them. A worryingly recognizable voice.
Kyoya Ootori, third son of the Ootori family and of Class 2A had, while the other three had been loudly talking, appeared unnoticed behind-successfully giving them all heart attacks as he spoke.
"Kyoya-senpai, how many times have we told you…don't do that!" Hikaru exclaimed, clutching his thumping heart that battered against his ribcage.
"Yeah, you know I'm the only one that's allowed to make Hikaru's heart pound like that!" Kaoru complained to the older boy. Hikaru immediately grasped Kaoru's hand and placed it on his beating heart and the two laughed.
Haruhi sighed.
Kyoya adjusted his glasses.
Doves fluttered, unaware, past the window in the corridor and up towards the clock tower against a perfectly azure blue sky.
"Come, Tamaki is in the music room. We don't want to keep him waiting for much longer now, do we?" Kyoya said after a moment's awkward silence.
Haruhi suddenly had the disturbing image of Tamaki running frantically around the music room, calling for the whereabouts of his "daughter".
"No, I guess not," she admitted, swapping her heavy bag to the other hand.
The twins who had also been thinking along the exact same lines, grabbed hold of Haruhi's arms protectively, one on each side: "He shall never get her!" they both declared resolutely.
Kyoya's glasses glinted and he seemed to loom over the three younger Ouran Academy students.
"Right, I guess we should go…" Hikaru said weakly.
"Scary Kyoya-senpai…" Kaoru agreed.
As the four host club members approached the third music room, they heard frantic footsteps and raised voices. That did not bode well in Haruhi's opinion.
Kyoya opened the double white doors pushing them both inwards. Hikaru, Kaoru and Haruhi all peered inside as Kyoya strode in ahead, unperturbed. Instead of discovering a perfectly composed host club king sitting in his chair ready to greet his adoring female customers- the four found an anxious looking Hunny (with a out-of-focus Mori) trying to calm down a hysterical Tamaki.
Tamaki, also of class 2A, was tangled in long looped telephone cords and stumbling round the room, shouting down the receiver. Haruhi felt a tinge of sympathy for the person at the other end of the line having to take the call.
"…my daughter! Haruhi is missing! Send out the police, the fire brigade, the coastguard, the Tokyo zoo keepers! We must find…Haruhi?" the blonde lord asked- his ranting ceasing immediately, his eyes widening, his grip on the telephone as he spotted Haruhi entering the room.
"Haru-chan!" Hunny said bouncing up to them, Mori standing as usual right behind him. "Tama-chan thought you'd been abducted…but…but I wanted cake…" the small boy quickly got distracted as his eyes glazed over with the thought of sweet things.
"Zoo keepers?" Hikaru inquired as they walked into the room.
"Coastguards?" Kaoru was just as sceptical.
"Haruhi you have not been abducted after all! Dad was so worried when you did not appear for some time." Tamaki rejoiced, clearing overreacting, untangling himself with Kyoya's help from the clutches of the telephone cord and attaching himself to Haruhi.
"Senpai…you're squashing me!" Haruhi complained as Tamaki squeezed her tightly.
"Mother, daughter is rejecting me!" Tamaki cried, aghast at the change of events, whirling around to find Kyoya. "Don't worry darling, Daddy will make everything alright!" he turned back to find Haruhi...
…there was empty air where Haruhi had been standing.
Tamaki collapsed dramatically to the floor, a dark cloud beginning to blossom above his bowed blonde head. He bent down to touch the floor when-
"-Tamaki, please refrain from growing mushrooms in the music room. Our customers will not find it attractive." Kyoya pointed out, not even bothering to look over the top of his laptop.
Tamaki slumped lower into his depression.
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Haruhi sighed as she sat on the window seat looking out over the gardens of Ouran. She looked at the clear pond water with the…unusual fountain and across to the clock tower just as it started striking four in the afternoon.
The music room was quiet as the hosts sat about, waiting for customers. Today was nothing special, there was no fancy dress theme or commoner speciality to celebrate.
Any minute now the girls would come running to the host club-ruining the perfect content silence which was broken only by Kyoya's fingers smoothly and methodically gliding over his laptop keys.
Haruhi sighed, she enjoyed spending this quiet time reflecting her life with the host club, the rich, attractive, intelligent (in most cases) young men who had accepted her into their group.
Admittedly, she had joined due to her own carelessness, but now...she decided she did like the host club, just remembering all the fun times they had enjoyed over the year...
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Kyoya looked up from his laptop screen and surveyed the quiet hosts, chin resting on his laced fingers, dark eyes picking out every detail.
The twins were sitting together on one of the expensive couches; each twin with one arm loosely draped around his other half's body, simply enjoying each other's company.
Hunny, too full to eat any more cakes for the moment was resting his head on the table, Bun Bun slumped beside him. Mori sat in another chair near his cousin, relaxed posture concealing his alert senses even as his eyes skimmed the page of the book he was reading.
Tamaki was admiring himself in a mirror, running his fingers through his hair and holding the mirror at different angles to judge the affect.
Kyoya refrained from rolling his eyes at the host club king.
He turned his gaze to the last member of the host club-the relatively newest member, the member who provided the club with a new direction- Haruhi Fujioka. She was sitting on the window seat, gazing fixatedly out the window. There was something about the new host that…put him on his guard.
Kyoya decided it was the right time to break the silence. "If you had all forgotten, its Ouran's sports day tomorrow," he informed the club.
The announcement received diverse reactions.
Hunny managed to raise his head off the table before it crashed back down as his eyes sleepily closed.
Mori didn't even move, though his eyes flicked from his book to the small boy sleeping across the table from him and then back to his book.
The twins shrugged before turning back to talk in undertones to each other. Apparently there was a major fashion show taking place in New York in the up-coming weeks.
Tamaki nodded slowly; then looked back at the mirror, pouting and fluttering his long eyelashes.
Haruhi fell off the window seat with a crash.
This stirred the inactive host club members, who immediately leapt to their feet. The twins reached Haruhi first and lifted her up from her crumpled position on the floor, allowing Mori to place her on one of the sofas. Hunny handed her a glass of water.
Tamaki fretted in the background as he was not allowed to comfort his daughter alone.
"Haru-chan, Haru-chan are you ok?" Hunny asked, clutching Bun Bun by his rabbit arm. "Do you need Bun Bun?" he asked holding up the pink bunny in front of him.
"No Haruhi! Take Beary, he will make it all better!" Tamaki pleaded, suddenly appearing at Haruhi's side and thrusting a disgruntled plushie brown bear at her.
Haruhi glared at him and Tamaki quickly retreated, hugging Beary tightly and going off to whine to Kyoya, the only host who had stayed where he was.
"Sports day?" Haruhi asked weakly.
Yay first chapter is finished! I hope it was ok… I realise this is rather short-it's a sort of tester, I want to see it is well received. It is…then hey I'll write more and post it up…if not…I dunno :D I hope it's the former.
By the way-concerning Kyoya…I wasn't sure which spelling of his name to use…so I checked with Wikipedia…as a…wise source once said "It knows all"
Thanks for reading and please review and tell me what you think! It makes me happy reading reviews and I try and talk back to everyone!
Thanks to Glockenspiel too :D
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