Title: My blood to You
AN: I'm watching Shugo Chara and I'm making an Ouran fic…it makes sense in the world of Rena. Anyways, I got this topic in one of my dreams. Hope you like it.
The members of the host club tilted their head in a questioning manner, staring at their king and leader, Suoh Tamaki.
"But of course! Nothing is worse than losing a loved one! So we will host our own Obon festival theme in the host club to heal those aching ladies' hearts!"
"That's all well, but the school is already setting up for the event itself."
Kyouya spoke bluntly, grinning and pushing his glasses up his nose.
"But that doesn't
mean we can't introduce the theme here for a few days."
"So then it's settled! Our next theme is the Obon festival!"
Everyone was getting excited as Tamaki spoke, pointing to different people on what to order and who to hire to set up the club room.
It was a typical August day in Ouran Academy for the super rich and beautiful. Tamaki was going ahead and making plans with the support of Kyouya, the twins and Hani fully supported him, Mori supported Hani, and Haruhi just sighed in her corner like usual, battling her flu, hoping to get the events over with quickly. She turned her head to the window, looking outside with a forlorn expression on her face.
"You don't need to stay for the host club this time, Haruhi. I'm sure you have elsewhere to be."
"You're actually being considerate, sempai…what do you want?"
He grinned as he
crossed his arms.
"Make sure you spread the word about the theme."
"You're turning a time of mourning into a time of festivities, sempai…"
"Isn't it like that all across Japan?"
Haruhi sighed and hung her shoulders. He was right. She nodded and turned around, about to walk off when Tamaki called her name. "Haruhi!" She turned around to see him with a worried expression on his face.
"Forget what Kyouya said. Go home this one time, alright? I think your mom is more important than the club affairs."
Haruhi smiled and nodded. "I will be present except for the day of Obon itself."
She spoke, everyone stopping their enjoyment to watch as Haruhi left the room. They knew about her mom, but had forgotten in their excitement. Following her leave was a moment of silence followed by Tamaki beginning to speak first.
Haruhi turned around to see a female approaching her. She wore a facial mask to keep others from catching her virus because if she was feeling weak, then the person who might catch it would also feel weak.
Haruhi smiled, waving to the female. She had a look of concern on her face.
"You've been sick for quite a while already…"
"Ah, I guess you're right. Besides that, is there anything I can do for you?"
"Well, I heard about the host club having an Obon theme…and I was wondering if you were going to be there…"
"I'm sorry…I'm going to visit my mom that day but I'll be there afterwards, alright?"
She smiled and nodded quickly, clasping her hands together in excitement.
"You see, my grandmother just passed away and I wanted to spend a bit of time with happy people since it's going to get gloomy that week…"
Haruhi nodded, frowning.
"I'm sorry to hear that…but sure. I'll be there."
"Thank you! Don't push yourself too hard, Fujioka-kun!"
Haruhi coughed a few times and waved her off, feeling tired.
'Maybe I should really go to the doctor's later on…'
She thought to herself, making her way to the third music room. The club members turned to her and stared.
"Haru-chan's caught a cold!"
Hani pointed out, making Haruhi irritable. The twins pinched their noses.
"Ew, don't get us sick!"
"I'm here to say I'm not staying for the club activities today either."
She spoke to them in an un-amused voice, her shoulders sagging. Tamaki's eyes widened as he approached her.
"You've been missing way too many club days. Are you trying to call attention to yourself, hmmmm?"
He asked her slyly, holding his chin. She tried waving her hands to tell him no but the door burst open, hitting her arm.
"HEY! You shouldn't hit sick people!" The twins yelled together. It turned out to be the decorators who were about to set up for Obon.
"Are you okay!?"
The decorators began
panicking, she holding up her hands to assure them that she was
"Are you sure you're alright!? I'll call an ambulance!"
"There's no need for that! I'm alright, really! Anyways, guys, I'm going to go home, so see you tomorrow!"
Oddly enough, they noticed how weird she was acting.
"Hasn't she been sick for almost two weeks already?"
Hikaru asked Kaoru in an almost whisper, Kaoru nodding. Flashes of worry crossed their face but it was clearly evident in Tamaki's face most of all.
"I'm sure Haru-chan will be fine! She's pretty strong after all, right!?"
Hani tried to lighten up the mood, failing to do so miserably. He treaded off to eat cake in his corner, Mori trying to make him feel better. However, nothing went unnoticed past Kyouya's watchful eye. The shadow king cast a glance over to his best friend, his frown deepened with every passing moment. 000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000
"Haruhi didn't show up at school today…"
Hikaru spoke to the club members with a heavy heart. They turned to him as he spoke, this time he looked scared as he gripped onto his arms, looking downcast.
"She doesn't show up to the club, no school, she's been losing weight and she's been sick for a long time…"
"How do you know she's losing weight?"
Hani asked Hikaru, he growing enraged. "Isn't it obvious she's sick!? The fatigue lines and the way she's been carrying herself! Also we always try to bring clothes for her but now they're too big for her tiny frame!"
The twins were shouting in usion now, their shoulders sagging as they sighed with a heavy heart.
"I've been noticing too…"
"Even you Mori-sempai?"
Kyouya asked, closing
his computer to turn to him.
"She's rather odd lately, isn't she?"
"Don't say that! She's fine!"
Tamaki yelled with a look of horror etched across his face. The other club members seemed to scowl at him but the twins looked at him with the worst face.
"It's just her cold!"
"Do you honestly believe it's only that?"
Hikaru seethed, grinding his teeth as he looked up to Tamaki. Tamaki sighed in defeat and hung his shoulders, holding his forehead while shaking his head no.
"I offered her sushi for lunch one day and she refused it…I was hoping it was only a cold but her refusal of sushi…"
All their attentions were caught now. Haruhi refused sushi!? Out of all things holy, she refused that!?
"That's it, we're going to visit her at home! Kyouya!"
Tamaki pointed to his friend who nodded and was already on the phone asking for a limo to pick them up.
"She went to visit her mother's grave?!"
Everyone shouted, Ranka nodded.
"I gave her permission to take the day off to go see her mother. She asked me so that she could attend school even on Obon."
He sighed and crossed his arms. "Really…I'm worried about her. She has a doctor's appointment tomorrow but she says she's not going to go."
"We're going to find her, alright!?"
Tamaki shouted, Ranka giving off a slight smile.
"Where is her mother's grave?"
"Oh, it's in the Kiseki graveyard four towns over. You better hurry up. Oh, and please…" Ranka took Tamaki's hand, tears forming in his eyes.
"Don't you touch my Haruhi."
He squeezed his hand,
making Tamaki let out a yell. The others laughed but Ranka cleared
his throat, speaking normally now.
"Make sure she's alright…"
"Don't worry, Ranka-san. She's in safe hands."
It was getting hard for Haruhi to breathe. She had just walked up the hill and found it more tedious than it should have been. She found her mother's grave and smiled as sweat poured down her temple. Dancing lights flashed in front of her eyes as she collapsed, unconscious.
Her consciousness flooded back to her like a flash of lightning, her head swimming as fever was taking its toll.
"Come on, pull it together!"
She couldn't discern the voices. They all melted together as they spoke. Two large hands seemed to pick her up, but she wasn't sure that was the case. She couldn't feel the ground below her but she felt grounded. In all bluntness, she felt like crap. She remembered climbing the hill to her mothers grave…seeing the grave…then nothing.
Sirens wailed in the distance, making her feel uneasy. What was happening to her?
"Get Ranka-san on the phone."
Oh…oh god…that was…Takami's voice? No…there was no way. How could he have found her? Ranka…her father! Slowly, her eyes creaked open, seeing the members of the host club.
"Ah, she's awake!"
Hani's voice. She found herself looking up at Tamaki, but he wasn't looking down at her. His eyes were scanning the roads for the ambulance.
"You idiot…! Why did you go out when you're sick!?"
He finally shouted at her, worry in his voice. Truth be told, she would have answered back at him but she couldn't find the strength. Her eyes began closing again but he shook her awake.
"Stay with me!"
She couldn't. With one more time she opened her eyes, they fell right back shut, Tamaki and Hikaru crying out her name but she couldn't listen to their voices anymore. Sleep was a heavier anchor than their voices.
Haruhi awoke to find herself in a hospital bed, Ranka crying over her.
He threw his arms around her, worrying her. Someone had taken her clothes from her and gave her a hospital gown. Her heart skipped a beat. Ranka was speaking gibberish to her while sobbing. An IV was attached to her arm with a heart monitor. A sudden chill of fear slid down her back as if it were a spider.
"What's going on…?"
"I'm such a bad father to not have known!"
"Known what…? What's going on, dad!? And why does my back hurt…"
Ranka was about to tell her but grief consumed him.
"I don't want to lose my daughter too…"
"Dad, you're not going to lose me…"
There was a knock on the door. She looked up to see the host club with grim faces. Tamaki was the worst. He approached her other side and kneeled next to the bed, placing his elbows on the bed itself. He took her hand in his and began crying, surprising her.
"Don't die…please…don't die…don't go away."
Tears welled in her eyes in fear and confusion. What was happening to make them cry…!?
"It's just a cold guys…really…"
"It's not a cold Haruhi." Kyouya spoke, looking down with his arms crossed. "Do you know the term Acute Myeloid Leukemia?"
"L-leukemia…that's cancer of the blood…"
Kyouya nodded, Haruhi's head turned to her father. With an icy hand, she held his face.
"I have cancer…?"
"It's rare for young kids to have it but not unheard-"
He couldn't finish his sentence as they turned into more sobbing. Her walls came crashing down around her. That's why her back hurt…it was the needle to test for cancer…
Her eyes turned hollow as she looked at her skin. Under that, her blood was…diseased. Now she understood why they were asking her not to die. She gasped. That's why Tamaki's crying…his mom was sick too…not with cancer but he moved to Japan so she could get the healthcare she needed from his grandmother. Her hand flew to her mouth as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. With a sickened smile, she ruffled their hair.
"I'm not going to die, so quit crying, alright? I'll just need some therapy and I'll be fine."
"You don't seem to understand…the survival rate for people like you is under 33%. We have the best doctors for you but…"
Even Kyouya stopped speaking. Hani, Mori, and the twins were shockingly quiet. Too quiet for Haruhi's liking. Ranka let go of his daughter and held her face, his lip trembling.
"Don't leave me…"
Haruhi smiled and shook her head.
AN: Arrrya~….I'm not supposed to have this up but I want to at the same time. I'm in the mood for writing a lot these days so I'm going to do just that. –insert happy face- oh, and I noticed that the review button is only a click away so I'd only be more than happy to hear your feedback on this.