Haruhi's mother had a secret that, when revealed, marks Haruhi as the Haninozuka Princess. How does the independent tomboy handle the new fighter family and how to they handle her? When disaster strikes and past trauma comes back, will they be able to get through the emotional landmine?

Welcome to my first Ouran High School Fanfiction! Enjoy!

Anger into rage

Honey was in an extremely bad mood and, when the twins tried to apparently cheer him up with that stupid 'which is which' game, he snapped. In the middle of his rant about how the two of them were identical so the game was useless, Honey suddenly found himself on the ground with the air knocked out of him. He was on his back, Haruhi crouching just a little out of striking-distance.

"If you're going to rant like a spoiled brat, you could at least tell us why you're so cranky." She stated bluntly, her tone changing to an emotionless-yet-hard one that just screamed 'I'll rip you to shreds'.

"It's my business!" Honey snapped at her, though not with as much venom as he'd use on any of the others. "Sense when is my business automatically everyone's newest gossip, huh?"

"Sense you're annoying the hell outa me and even Mori-sempai doesn't seem to have the balls to make you shut the hell up. If you insist on making sure the entire damn city knows you're pissed off, the least you could do is have a good reason behind it."

"Who the hell said I didn't have a good reason?!" Honey snapped, back on his feet and looking around. "WHO?"

"I did because you haven't given one!" Haruhi shouted at him.

Honey went to attack her, only to stop with his leg in the air, barely a centimeter away from slamming into her stomach. It was Haruhi he was about to hit, the kick likely powered with all of the day's pent-up frustration on top of his usual strength. The hit would have hurt her, likely put her in the hospital and maybe even warranted a trip to the Emergency Room on a helicopter.

Haruhi looked him in the eye, her stance unwavering and his frozen in horror. "Learn to control your temper, sempai. Just because you're strong doesn't mean you have to grow up to be a monster that hurts anyone that dares look at you wrong. Do you want to end up like your grandfather, surrounded only by people who bend over and kiss ass, not people who actually want to be around you?"

Kyoya grabbed onto Mori, Mori nearly turning and attacking him. He wanted nothing more than to separate those two for both of their sakes. If Honey hurt Haruhi, it'd kill him on the inside. If Honey hurt Haruhi, it'd likely put her in the hospital or kill her in the literal sense. Kyoya shook his head at them all, the universal sign of 'don't do it'. Did he WANT the girl to get seriously hurt?!

"I could have hurt you." Honey stated after maybe ten minutes of everyone just standing there, still not putting his leg down. It felt like time had actually stopped, and if he moved an inch, time would start moving and the kick would continue and slam into her thin body.

"Yep." Haruhi shrugged. "I know you're strong. I know you're cranky. Do you wanna know what else I know?" Haruhi grabbed onto him softly, fixing his position so he was standing like a normal person.

"What?"

"I know you're different. I know you're a Haninozuka by strength, but you take after your aunt more than that Billy Goat. Look her up. You'd be surprised." She whispered that in his ear, kissed him on the cheek, and walked away. "The bell rang five minutes ago, guys. We're going to be late for class." Once she was out the door, time went back to normal. The males in the room unfroze, looked at each other in confusion as if to ask if that really happened, and went back to class.

"Mitsukuini." Mori called after nearly twenty minutes of standing with him in the long-deserted room.

"Let's… go home…" Honey whispered, still in a daze with his mind elsewhere.

Mori nodded, calling for a car and sitting silently with his cousin for the entire ride. Honey just stared out the window. The second the car stopped, he exited and burst right into his father's personal training hall.

"When the hell were you going to tell me that you had a sister?!" He snapped at his father, speaking out of turn for the first time in his life and not caring at the moment.

Yorihisa glared down at his son, holding up a hand to stop the onslaught of throwing knives that he was dodging or deflecting. "I was not aware I was expected to answer to my son." He stated pointedly. He glared harder when the chibi-fighter didn't back down in the slightest. "It is none of your concern."

"To hell it's not!" Honey snapped back, livid.

"What happened at school today, Takashi?" Akira, Mori's father, asked in a whisper. "How did the young lord learn of his father's sister?"

"Haruhi must have told him." Mori stated. "Mitsukini lost control of his temper and a friend of ours, Haruhi Fujioka, stopped him. He nearly hurt her but he stopped just before striking her. She knew about his grandfather, about his temper and the fact that only bodyguards and masters go anywhere near him because of his strength."

"How would the girl know such things?" Akira asked, baffled. "Sure, none of you speak of such things so openly at school."

"Who is this Haruhi girl?" Yorihisa commanded, having heard what the two Morinozukas had said.

"You'd known if you would have taken care of your sister!" Honey snapped.

"Father, what was her name?" Mori questioned, no longer even trying to be quiet because the hyper-vigilant lord would hear them either way.

"Takashi, you must understand. She and the lord were very different. From birth, she seemed to shy away from any sort of violence. She wasn't just unhappy here, she was fearful of both her father and brother."

"Not surprising. Compassion isn't in his nature." Honey spat, walking away.

"Young lord – the file you requested." A regent stated at the door, kneeling and offering it in the same way a knight would offer a king a sword.

Honey took a breath, his temper about to snap again. Here, though, it was far harder to control because his home could easily take his wrath. He didn't snap, though. That's take time and he wanted to return to Haruhi's side. It felt like something bad would happen if he didn't get to her. It felt like she was lonely or maybe even in danger, alone somewhere and without protection just as her mother had been before she died.

"Give it to him." Honey seethed before walking away, not even calling the man his father. He was disgusted. Even if she'd been scared into leaving or something, how could he have not assigned her bodyguards? She'd been alive if he'd done that, most likely. Haruhi would have grown up with a mother.

"Takashi." Akira called his son carefully while their lord was being offered the file. "Perhaps it's best that the Young Lord be left alone for a while."

"No." Mori stated. "And I'm angry about this as well, Father." He looked his father in the eye. Sure enough, there was anger boiling under the surface. "Mokoto. That's her name, isn't it, Father?"

Akira winced slightly. Her name hadn't been spoken for nearly twenty years. "Yes, my son."

Mori wanted to explode. He wanted to yell at his father as his cousin had done his. He kept calm, though. "I've got a princess to protect." He looked his father in the eye. "With or without the help of the main family."

He walked away. His arms were trembling in rage, prompting all of the staff to dive away from him or lower their heads in submission as he passed. He didn't care, though. He got onto a motorcycle, taking a deep breath to calm his trembling hands enough to work the hand-controls of the vehicle.

It suddenly made sense why Mori had always been drawn to her when she asked for or even hinted at needing help. Women born into the Haninozuka Family were called either queens or princesses. Her mother, if she'd been an only child which would make her the heir, would have been a queen. Instead, both she and Haruhi were princesses… and both were denied their birthrights for a reason that Mori doubted he'd ever understand.

Mori killed the engine when he found himself, at the entrance gate to her apartment complex. By then, he'd caught up with Honey, who nearly crashed through the gates in his insane-anger. No – rage. This wasn't anger. It was like calling a tsunami just a swell of water. It was still a wave, but the small word no longer fit the context.

"Did you really have to hand over a full background-check to your father?" Haruhi called from up a tree as the pair walked into the yard. "He lost all right to know the truth when he and his father abandoned my mother."

Honey didn't really climb up the tree. He was just suddenly… next to her. To an onlooker, it'd probably looked like the blond could teleport. Carefully, wary of his body still trembling with rage, he leaned against Haruhi before hugging her carefully. "I'm sorry. I didn't think about that."

"People don't really think at all when they're angry." Haruhi sighed. She wound her arms around him, patting his head softly. "It's alright. What's done is done. Did you read it?"

Honey shook his head. "I wanted to get to you. It felt like something bad would happen if I didn't get to you."

A man huffed from slightly higher in the branches, crossing his arms over his chest. "Nothing would have happened if you'd stayed home, ya runt. I'm more than enough to protect her. Don't underestimate the Black Clan. We don't abandon one of our own."

Mori was suddenly up there as well, wary of the member of an enemy clan. The Black Clan and the two zuka-families had been at war for as long as history has been recorded for the three families. Every once in a while, even now, things get out of hand. It was in their blood to fight. "What would the Black Clan have to do with Haruhi?" He questioned stiffly.

"We protect her – deal with it." The man spat.

"You don't need to protect her anymore." Mori bit out.

"You don't decide that." The man spat with venom as if Mori was unworthy of his time.

The two glared heatedly at each other, their eyes vowing futures of torture and death for the other.

"Let's time them – their glaring contest will probably break a world record." Haruhi smirked as she sat down, leaning back with Honey in her lap. "Nao-chan, stop hiding. Honey doesn't bite unless you look like a cake."

The little girl that carefully came down to join their group (having been high up in the tree) was nearly completely a mini-Haruhi. She looked around 10 years old. She looked reluctant, as if she thought Haruhi had lied and Honey would eat her or something. Her eyes were different from Haruhi's. Haruhi's were brown like chocolate. Hers were the Haninozuka-eyes.

"It's alright." Haruhi called, carefully grabbing the younger girl and leading her to sit closer. "Honey, this is my younger sister, Naomi."

Honey knew better than to be his usual cheerful self. The girl was scared of her. He felt like, if he waved, it'd be just enough movement to make the scared little rabbit run away from him. "So that means I've got two cousins." Honey nodded. "Can I call you Nao-chan, too?" He'd never asked to use a shortened name before. It felt sort of odd to ask.

Naomi was wary. Though it was closer to the new person, she went to her sister's side, sitting slightly behind her and ducking behind her shoulder. "If-f you want to…" She stammered out.

Naomi doesn't stay scared of Honey for long, I promise. So, how did I do? Review!