I'VE BEEN ACHING TO WRITE AN OHSHC STORY AND I'M FINALLY GONNA DO IT. I REALLY HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT. MY FAMILY'S BEEN STAYING WITH MY GRANDMA FOR A WHILE AND I'VE BEEN REALLY BORED AND MY PASSION FOR THIS PARTICULAR ANIME IS BACK.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN OHSHC IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM.
PLOT: A HEAVY THUNDERSTORM CAUSES HARUHI'S APARTMENT TO FLOOD AND MAKES THE PLACE UNLIVABLE. WHEN KYOYA AND TAMAKI FIND OUT THAT HARUHI AND HER FATHER ARE LIVING AT A CHEAP MOTEL, THEY TRY TO HELP HER OUT, MUCH TO HARUHI'S CHAGRIN. AND WILL THE KINDNESS OF THESE TWO MAKE HER REALIZE HER FEELINGS FOR A PARTICULAR MEMBER OF THE HOST CLUB?
About a fifteen minute walk from the prestigious Ouran Academy was the home of the academy's scholar student, Haruhi Fugioka. The little brunette was snug in her bed. The storm that was currently happening had begun shortly after she fell asleep and it suprisingly didn't wake her up. Neither Haruhi nor her father, who was sleeping in the next room, were aware of the massive puddle of water that had slowly been growing after every rain so far that year on the roof of the apartment. Little did either of them know that the poorly made ceiling of the apartment was about to cave.
As a beam in the ceiling cracked under the pressure, the sound woke up Haruhi's father. Wide awake, he stared into the living room through his bedroom door that was slightly ajar. He could see little droplets of water hitting the floor. Sighing, he pushed back the covers and tiptoed towards the kitchen, trying not to wake his daughter. He had just put a bucket under the dripping spot when another loud crack could be heard from above. The startled man looked up and let out an ear splitting scream as the ceiling caved.
I was in a deep, comfortable sleep when a particularly loud scream jerked me awake. I instantly recognized the girlish but still masculine scream of my father and I bolted from my bed. As my feet hit the floor, I squealed as I realized I was ankle deep in water. "Dad!" I yelled but was given no reply.
I trudged towards the door and slid it open. There was a big gaping hole in the living room ceiling and there was about three or four inches of water covering the floor of the entire apartment. My eyes searched frantically for my father who I found laying face down amongst the pieces of wood in the water right under the hole in the ceiling.
"Dad!" I screamed again, suprising myself at how high pitched the scream was. I rushed for him and turned him face up. Pulling him away from the hole that was letting in a heavy rain, I used all my strength to lift him up onto the table. I put my ear to his chest. His heart was beating and he appeared to be breathing. The worst I saw was a busted lip and a black eye, but that didn't mean that the problems weren't worse than they seemed.
I spotted the cellphone Hikaru and Kaoru had given me last year sitting on the counter a few feet from the table. I climbed down from the table and grabbed the phone. Dialing the ambulence, I tapped my foot under the water while I waited for someone to pick up.
"911 emergencies, what is the nature of your call." a woman asked.
"The ceiling in my apartment caved from the rain and my father was hurt. He's unconcious and I don't know the full extent of his injuries." I said as calmly as I could.
"Is he breathing?" the woman asked professionally.
"Alright. We've tracked you through your phone. Find a high and dry place to wait. We'll send an ambulence over right away."
I thanked her and hung up the phone, slipping it into my pajama pocket before climbing up on the table to wait it out. As promised, the ambulence arrived almost right away. After loading us both into the back of the ambulence van, I was handed a towel to dry myself off a little. While my father was attended to by a couple of medical technicians, a middle aged woman sat next to me and patted my knee.
"He's gonna be fine sweetie. Don't worry. He's a little ruffed up and he might have a broken leg but other than that, he'll be right as rain in a little bit."
I breathed a sigh of relief and watched helplessly as my father groaned in his sleep after the male technician started proading and poking his leg. "Definately broken." he stated.
"Why is this guy wearing a red wig?" A female technician asked. "Is he a transvestite?"
"Yes and it's not a wig. It's his natural hair." I stated without a moment's hesitation.
The ambulence's occupants stared at me like I had three heads but no one pressed the matter further.
When we arrived at the hospital, the first thing I noticed as my father's stretcher was wheeled inside was that it was an Ootori hospital. I recognized the elogant letter 'O' above the doorway as we entered the building. I said a silent prayer that none of the host club were here for any reasons. They'd no doubt start pitying me and that was one thing I couldn't stand. I was told to wait in a chair right outside my father's hospital room while the doctors took x-rays and wrapped up his foot.
When the doctors finished, they told me he was sleeping and that I could watch over him if I wanted. I nodded and rushed inside, embarassed to be in the hall any longer in my old, stained t-shirt and plaid pajama bottoms. My father was sleeping peacfully when I entered. As silent as I could be, I sat in the chair by his bed and tried to get comfortable as I waited for him to wake up. After half an hour, I looked at the clock.
It was 5:56 in the morning. I also noticed that it had stopped raining. I said a silent prayer that the Ouran uniform hanging in my closet had escaped the water damage. If I wanted to be ready and at school on time, I'd have to leave to get ready by 6:15. Almost five minutes later, my sleeping man beside me finally opened his eyes. He groaned softly and smiled sheepishly.
"Haruhi. How's my girl?" he said softly, sounding like he was in pain.
"I'm fine dad." I said softly, trying not to cry because of how broken up he looked.
"The ceiling caved." he stated.
"You got me to the hospital?"
"I called an ambulence."
"Thanks." He murmured and closed his eyes.
"Do you need to sleep now?" I asked, standing.
"I've still got some energy left in me. We can talk for a while."
"I actually need to get ready for school."
His eyes shot open and the firey look startled me. "I know you've taken a vow to never miss school but you just had your house severly damaged and your old man is in the hosital. You look shaken up and in dire need of a good night's sleep. I know you want to be responsible but you need to think of what's best for yourself every now and then. I think there's a five hundred yen bill in the shirt pocket I'm wearing. Take it and get a cab. Stop by the house and get whatever clothes aren't damaged of yours and mine."
"Dad..." I tried to protest but he cut me off.
"Don't interupt. There's a couple suitcases in the top of my closet that you can put the clothes in and my wallet is in the drawer of my side table. I'm pretty sure the water didn't go any higher than a foot so it should be dry. There's a motel a couple blocks from the apartments that you can get a two bed room there. Check in and take a shower, eat something and get some sleep. You need it. I should be able to check out of the hospital and get to the hotel by this evening after I've taken a long nap. If they tell me to stay any longer, I'll call you." he took a deep breath and winced after he finished talking.
"Ok..." I whispered.
He reached into the shirt pocket and handed me the money. "Go. I love you kid." He winked with his good eye and closed it completely then.
I walked away from the bed, feeling rather confused. That's the first time my dad's ever done anything so responsible. A doctor nearly ran into me when I reached the room's door. "Pardon me Fugioka san. Just so you know, your father will need to stay until this afternoon. It turns out that besides a broken leg, he also cracked a rib that will need to be taped. After it's taped, we'll need to look after him to make sure he doesn't puncture a lung while waiting for it to begin healing. I'll release him this afternoon at 4 P.M."
"That's okay. I'll leave school to pick him up and bring him to the hotel."
He bowed his head and left, leaving me to call a cab with the phone in my pocket. As I was heading for the main doors to wait for my cab, I froze in my tracks. Standing next to the door was none other than Kyoya Oortori talking with his father. The boy in question looked towards me, a questioning look in his eyes that disapeared when he adjusted his glasses. He said something to his father who looked at me with unreadable eyes before nodding at his son and walking away.
Kyoya walked casually over to me as I froze like a deer in headlights. "Haruhi. And what brings you to my family's local hospital?"
"Nothing..." I mumbled and tried to duck past him, only to be stopped by a strong arm encircling my waist.
He bent down to look at me at eye level. "Tell me Haruhi. Why are you here. If you don't tell me, I could always look in the database and find out myself."
"My father was injured." I said shortly, feeling angry that I might miss my cab because the shadow king picked today of all days to pretend he cared.
I thought I saw something flash in his eyes but a gleam slid over his glasses from a light behind me, making his face unreadable. "How was he injured?"
I sighed. "The rain caused our ceiling to cave. He was standing under it when it caved."
"What's the damage?" He asked, sounding professional.
"A broken leg and a cracked rib." No need to add that the apartment was beyond repair no doubt from the water damages.
"Will you be coming to school? You have customers to attend to today."
I sighed, feeling the anger radiate off of me. "I've been through a lot today Kyoya senpai! Is all you can think about is making a stupid profit?"
The shock was evident on his face and I was too upset to feel sorry. I pushed past him and left the hospital, my taxi waiting for me outside.