AN 1: My first fan fiction…ever! Please don't hate me T_T
AN 2: I couldn't decide what to write about but… I hope you like it anyways.
AN 3: Yeah umm… I do not own Ouran High School Host Club, which is property of Bisco Hatori and her publishing companies. I only own my stories and writing… this story is merely fan-made, and I do not try to own any of the characters or plots of OHSHC.
Chapter 1~ Time
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Anyone would recognize such a thing as a clock's humble greeting.
Tick.
Tock.
A small chime, as it seems to come upon the top of the hour, giving three small dings before returning once more to its casual chattering.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
I sighed, opening my eyes and again glancing to the clock, as though I didn't already know from it's little display just moments ago the time.
Three a.m.
Three a.m., and I was still awake, silent and only listening to the world around me.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
I could hear the steady breathing of my father in the other room, already fast asleep after such a laborious day.
I didn't blame him, considering he never got home until late at night, and he still had to take care of me. Even after I'd offered to get a part-time job, he objected in his strange way of his, and said I should go on enjoying my time at the club.
Enjoy my time watching girl's giggle in my face and blush if I so much as say three words?
Then again, they did think I was a boy…
I softly sighed, rolling over in my futon and staring towards my window.
Yeah, outside it sure looked like three a.m. …
I sat up slowly, carefully moving the blanket off of me and shuffling towards the window. I opened it, feeling a gentle breeze greet me as I glanced around at the world outside, all seeming to be silent.
I deeply inhaled, moving to close the window once again and attempt to get to sleep.
"Get away from me, you creep!"
A girl's shriek, coming from not too far off and followed by the pounding of many pairs of feet, trampling and shouting.
I hesitated at the window, mere curiosity the only thing keeping me there.
Probably a lover's quarrel but still…
Something about it got under my skin.
I could see the girl now, short hair bobbing up and down as she ran. The girl was desperately trying to push up the strap of what appeared to be either her bra or a tank top -it was hard to tell from the distance.
It appeared not only her top was falling off, but her pants as well. They looked unbuttoned, and were slipping farther down her lanky legs as she ran.
Maybe this wasn't a lover's quarrel…
Was it a robbery? Rape, maybe?
Only one way I could find out…
I slipped a small jacket on overtop of my pajamas - it wasn't wise to run outside in merely a tank top and boy shorts - and scanned my room for something to use as a weapon…
Nothing. Not unless I could maybe use one of those random trinkets Tamaki-senpai had given me.
Maybe Dad had something?
Oh, but I didn't want to wake him up…
I'd just have to settle for something else as my weapon, then.
After silently looking over the kitchen and living room, I settled upon the small, yet inconspicuous weapon of a small cooking pan.
Just in case I was thinking along the wrong terms, I'd rather not look like I was ready to murder the first person I'd come upon…
I closed the apartment door quietly, locking it so that my dad didn't worry. I had a key on me, so I was certainly alright…
Now time to go and figure out what was so wrong…
"No! Get away from me, get away!"
Sounded like the same girl from before…
Quickly, I ran in the direction of her voice, soon hearing the trampling of other feet as they, too, ran after this girl.
If I could guess where she was headed…
I diverged off down a different road, cutting half the distance and guessing where she was going, frying pan at the ready in case I ran into the wrong person.
"Let go! H-help, help!" she screamed, much closer then I'd heard before. Adrenaline seemed to surge through me, and I ran towards her, the cold air rushing at me as I ran at such a high velocity, soon slowing down and nearly ramming into the wall as-
I found her.
The girl was pressed up against a wall, a tall, large man the one pressing her against it, and gripping her by the neck.
"I thought we told you not to scream, stupid bitch." he growled, a small click making my eyes widen. The man pulled out a gun, placing it to her forehead and the girl whimpering, tears beginning to form in her large eyes as she silently begged for mercy.
Apparently he hadn't noticed me yet…
I carefully stepped closer, placing a finger to my lips as the girl's eyes locked on me, gasping in surprise before she again looked to her attacker. I raised the frying pan, biting my lip and bringing forth all of my energy, preparing for my strike.
"Leave her alone!" I shouted, slamming the pan against the back of his head, the pan giving way to so much force and bending into a strange shape.
I'd have to go buy a new pan now, but…
I watched the man suddenly fall, gripping his head in agony and groaning. The girl looked to me, eyes wide and gasping for air as she moved away from him, I taking a step back and motioning for her to follow me.
"Ah…th-thank you, thank you so much…"she panted, we quickly moving away from her attacker. It would be best not to be around when he recovered from the blow to the head…
"It's not a problem… why was that guy chasing you, anyway?" I asked, not really at all bothered. People were attacked all the time, but most of the time it was for some reason or another. The girl hesitated, biting her lip and looking away.
"You don't have to tell me… if it's not my business, I don't need to know." I reassured her, my statement seeming to help her calm down. "Oh, you look cold…" I had noticed her slight shivering, taking off my jacket and holding it out to her. She gave me a small smile, accepting it with a small nod and putting it on.
"Thank you again, you're such a kind person." she stated, zipping the jacket up and wrapping her arms around herself, exhaling and a small cloud of vapor trailing from her mouth due to the cold.
"It's not a problem, really." I tried to talk her down. She was obviously over glorifying me, I wasn't that great of a person…
The girl opened her mouth to begin speaking again-
Until a bullet pierced right between her eyes. A small gurgled cry escaped her open mouth, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull and her body tumbling to the ground. A pool of blood was already forming on the ground beneath her, the red liquid trailing quickly down her face and from her mouth, even a small bit trickling out of her nostrils. The pool was getting bigger, becoming large enough to stain the white shoulder of the jacket I'd given to her a deep red, and it still growing larger and larger, nearing my slippers I'd hastily thrown on to come out here in.
I only stood there, staring down at the girl's now limp body, eyes widening and the entire world suddenly blocked out. I couldn't hear the shouting and yelling that was coming closer and closer to me, couldn't see the group of men as they surrounded me-
I couldn't even feel their rough touch as they grabbed me, throwing me onto the ground and my face in the pool of blood- in her blood.
I couldn't hear my own terrified screams as all I could then see was red, couldn't smell anything except for that devilish scent, could only taste its metallic, disgusting taste…
But soon my world grew black again, and I only heard one thing.
"…two birds with one stone…. Found her replacement."
End of Chapter 1
Well? I hope I did well… first chapter of my first fanfic, woot!
Oh, and if I confused some people, I'm sorry… the story is mostly told in Haruhi's POV… I'll note at the beginning if it's someone else's POV (Like Tamaki or Kyouya or someone else..)
I would love some reviews, and to know whether or not I'm doing good so far… suggestions, even?
Thanks for reading Chapter One!
~Ebony Scarlett White