Just About Insane

I clearly had to be just about insane if I had fallen head over heels for one of the Host Club members. Especially since I had fallen for the one that looked like a second grader. Who may that be, you may ask? None other than Haninotsuka Mitsukuni. Honey x OC.

By Adaelie

Author's Note; Haha, hey guys! I know I haven't updated in a while, but trust me. I'll get to finishing the second chapter for 'Second Chance'. Procrastination and the typo toads got to me! Anyway, I found my inner fangirl and have been obsessing over Ouran ever since I started watching the anime! I must fail, don't I? Anyway, I adore Honey, I do. Of course, I've been told I have a child-adult fetish… which, is NOT true, mind you. I do love Pierre in Harvest Moon, too… That's aside the point! As much as I know people hate it, I'm using an OC. Which, certainly can't be all that new to the Ouran fanfiction world, ne? Anyway, this is my first time writing an Ouran fanfic, so you know cut me some slack. And yeah, you can start bothering me about how much this fails later on. That just means my stories are read, you know? This is a really long A/N… Yeah, I'll shut up now so that you guys can read! Enjoy! –brick'd-

"Sakurai-san! Sakurai-san!" Ne? I turned around glancing at my friend, smiling softly. "Hai. What is it?" I smiled at Yukito, bearing a small grin on my face. She was certainly a nice girl, I had to admit. I didn't get why she hung around me though. She was so pretty and smart. Frankly, I didn't see why she insisted on being my friend. Of course, I always thought it was just because I always seemed alone. Even if she tended to get me into trouble, her heart was always in the right place. And for that, I always forgave her. No matter how severe the consequences. Were we exactly the best of friends? I wasn't totally sure. To be totally honest, I wasn't sure exactly what we were. We argued frequently, but in the end; everything would turn out well.

"Sakurai-san! Sakurai-san! You're zoning out again!" Huh? I blinked, staring at Yukito who apparently insisted on being a few inches away from my face. Well, alright. She wasn't exactly in my face. If anything, she was looking down at me. I wasn't really the tallest person in my class, admittedly. She waved her hand in my face and I raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement. "What?" I said finally, crossing my arms. Then, she squealed and pinched my cheeks (the ones on my face, get your head out of the gutter). Why she insisted on treating me like I was a child was beyond me. "You know how I'm leaving this year, eh?" A scowl crossed my features. "Yes…" I muttered. I never liked it when she brought up the topic of her leaving; she knew that all too well. After all, I hadn't taken the news lightly. Even now, I was obviously upset. "And you know how I'm leaving Ouran so I can follow my dream of ballet?" I nodded slowly. "Well, since I can't follow up on my scholarship…" She cracked a small smile.

I groaned. There was no way I was going to that prep school! I hated those people with every fiber of my being. And as far as I knew, every drama I have ever watched about a poor kid going to a fancy rich school ended in disaster. And trust me; I've watched a lot of dramas. …I have a lot of extra time, okay?! "No." I answered, staring at Yukito with cold eyes. "Come on, Sakurai-san!" She complained, flailing around. I swear to god, I couldn't believe she was seventeen. "No." I answered once more. "Please, please, please?! Please with a pair of pink ballet slippers on top?!" She whined. "…no." It was only a matter of time before she broke my will. It was obvious. As much as I didn't want to do things, she'd always find a way for me to do something. Always. "There will be a lot of fancy food there!" She chirped, poking my stomach slightly. I rolled my eyes. "Please, Yukito. I don't care about fancy food. I'm perfectly happy with my own food, thank you very much." I said, looking in the other direction.

"B- But, Sakurai-chan!" She whined again. "No. That is my final answer, Yukito." I said, narrowing my eyes at the girl. "Oh come now, Hanabi. You wouldn't say no to your best friend, and your mother would you?" I flinched, turning to glance at my mother behind me quietly. That woman was a ninja, I swear. I glared quietly as my mother and Yukito jumped around me in a circle. I couldn't believe that I was that woman's daughter. "Hanabi, I heard there's a host club there too!" I raised an eyebrow, uncaringly. "A host club?" I repeated, crossing my arms. "Yeah! I heard the guys are really hot!" I watched as she blushed, obviously in her fantasy already. "I hate to burst your bubble, Yukito. But isn't that where old people go when they have too much money and time on their hands?" I added emphasis on the word old. Clearly, I was more mature than my mother and friend.

"Are you insinuating that I am old, Hanabi?!" My mother exclaimed, crawling to her corner of woe. She curled up into a ball and rocked back and forth on the ground. I swear, I think that's where she grew mushrooms. "Come on, Sakurai-chan!" I raised an eyebrow again. What was with the 'chan'? What happened to 'san'? "If you leave me alone, I'll go…" I nearly fell backward after my mother burst into joy and Yukito bounced around. Was this a trick? "I told you I could get her to go, Kokoro!" Yukito said, high fiving my mother. "Wait, what are you two blabbering about?!" I exclaimed, stamping my foot on the ground.

"I scraped together enough money for you to go to Ouran, Hanabi!" My mother chirped in answer. "Am I being punked?" I muttered, as Yukito and my mother danced around me happy as ever. "So you're not leaving, Yukito?" I inquired. "No, of course I am, Hanabi! I wasn't kidding about my leaving." She chirped, and I slapped my forehead. She stared at the red mark on my forehead, poking it slightly. "You better get ready, Sakurai-san! You're starting tomorrow!" Yukito said, at least before high fiving my mother once more before bounding out of the apartment and leaving me and my mother in awkward silence.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to, Hanabi." My mother said, smiling. "I really don't want to go." I answered. "No, I mean if you really, really don't want to go, you don't have to." My mother said. "I really, really don't want to go." I answered. I could play this all night if my mother wanted to. "No, I mean if you really, really, really, really, REALLY didn't want to go, you don't have to." I sighed. "I'll go, I'll go. Just so you'll leave me alone, Kokoro." She grinned and I went off to my room. Maybe I could have my own little corner of woe. I needed one at the moment.