Ouran High School Host Club Fan Fiction ❯ Love Letter for Haruhi ❯ Chapter 1...The Letter ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own OHSHC, that would be Bisco Hatori, though, I really really thank her, because I love this manga and anime…

 

 

Love Letter for Haruhi…by taterbean96

 

 

Chapter One…The Letter

 

 

Haruhi Fujioka came to a dead stop right outside the huge double doors to the Third Floor Music Room. An unfolded piece of sky blue stationery trembled slightly between her grasping fingertips.

 

She read it again. Her dark doe eyes were wide with unhidden shock, mingled with some disbelief. This had to be a practical joke; that was the only plausible explanation…

 

Scrawled in neat script was a letter of confessed love, written in poetic form.

 

`Summer heat boils my blood whenever you're near;

Spring blossoms color my heart when your voice rings out;

Autumn's crisp, changing colors leave me refreshed when I hear you laugh;

Winters icicles freeze my soul at days end, our ways have parted;

You've become the seasons of my life, I adore you…'

 

A love letter? For her? The first read through, she'd stopped out of sheer shock. Now, she found reading it a second, then third time, the pace of her heart had quickened. It was beautifully written…she scowled.

 

Why was she letting a silly poetic letter, unsigned for that matter, get to her? Haruhi had never found the difference of men and women's roles very important. Having a cross dressing bartender as a father hadn't been the best example of the roles of each sex. But Haruhi hadn't even really given much thought to a future that involved a boyfriend, or even further out, a husband. Her mind didn't work that way. Her studies and her ambitions were top priority.

 

Glancing up at the doors, she sighed. That and paying off what she owed to the Host Club. Haruhi still found herself blaming that accursed vase for the downfall that led to her enslavement to the Club. Why the hell had it been sitting in the middle of the room, unprotected, in the first place?

 

She refolded the letter and slipped it into the pocket of her slacks. Now she was faced with the task of finding out who wrote the poem. Why hadn't they signed it? It would have made turning him down so much easier…

 

She'd found the letter inside the cover of her chemistry book, which had been in her backpack. As chemistry was her last class of the day before she reported for work at the Host Club, it seemed easy enough to surmise that the letter had been slipped into her book between the end of class yesterday and when she left the Host Club for home.

 

She put a finger up under her chin, gazing up at the ceiling, lost in thought. It had to be a classmate or…a shiver coursed a path along her spine…someone from the Host Club! Or both! A wavering image of Kaoru and Hikaru shimmered in her minds eye.

 

A lead weight dropped anchor into her belly. Oh god, what if it was one of the Host Clubs customers? Haruhi, despite her indifferent view of male/female roles, definitely did not swing that way. Of course, if it was one of the ladies, they couldn't be faulted. Haruhi's gender-bending dress had all the girls convinced she was a man. Her friends and fellow hosts preferred it that way.

 

However, Kaoru and Hikaru did seem to have the most opportunity, they were in the same chemistry class. Haruhi could credit Kaoru with coming up with a beautifully scripted letter, but Hikaru…? Not likely; unless he'd imparted his brother's help.

 

Haruhi shook her head. The twins were the closest thing to best friends that she'd ever had. Would they cross that line…?

 

A flashing picture of a blue-eyed, blonde came to mind. She actually groaned aloud. Tamaki…of course! He'd do something like this for sure. Well, now think clearly, she told herself as she tapped her cheek, lost in contemplation. Maybe she was being too quick to judge the Host Club Lord.

 

Writing a love letter was sooooo Tamaki that maybe, he didn't. He'd probably find another way to confess; deep down, Tamaki was rather a simple person. Perhaps it just wasn't him.

 

Now Haruhi's stomach lurched, trying to heave the weight up into her throat, sickening her. Mori! Could it possibly have been…? No, surely not. His narrow-sighted devotion was reserved only for Hunni, wasn't it? Haruhi had to admit, that Mori possessed the ability to compose a poetic love letter. His quiet demeanor was pretty deep.

 

Great. Now her innards were writhing with unease and curiosity. What about Hunni? She sometimes disregarded the fact that he was a grown man the eldest of the group, actually. His underdeveloped stature and baby-face was deceiving, but he is a man. Hunni had a man's mentality and was just as capable as Mori to write a letter like that.

 

Haruhi groaned as she turned circles, running agitated fingers through her bobbed hair. What the hell was her problem? Why did such an insignificant thing have her so upset? It wasn't as if she wasn't friends with all of them and would be able to simply explain that she had no such interest in pursuing a romantic relationship with the mystery writer.

 

`Yeah, Haruhi, easier said than done,' she told herself.

 

Obviously, womanhood was upon her. Her mind wasn't thinking properly due to a sudden onset of hormones. That had to be it. She needed a voice of reason. Haruhi stopped pacing, her eyes and hope, perked.

 

Kyouya! He could give her sound advice. A nagging subconscious voice roared itself to life. What if Kyouya had written it?

 

Haruhi rolled her eyes in despair. Would the Shadow King really write such an emotional, poetic confession of love? Haruhi's eyebrow cocked in blatant skepticism. Kyouya seemed the most unlikely.

 

She allowed herself an abrupt bark of laughter. She could envision Kyouya confessing his love to someone…clipboard in hand, gazing at the poor, unknowing girl over his glasses…

 

`…it seems I've come to an emotional impasse and am compelled to tell you my feelings…'

 

Yeah, he'd be all businesslike about it.

 

The creaking of an opening door brought her out of her reverie. Two auburn-haired, golden eyed men stood glaring at her, their arms linked at the elbows.

 

“Haruhi!” the twins chimed in unison, then snatched at the lapel of her blue jacket.

 

“We've been waiting for you!” Kaoru scolded.

 

Hikaru pointed her into the room where a group of girls sat, giggling over expensive cups of tea.

 

“Besides, we don't know how to make the coffee.” Hikaru said, an impish smile lifted the corners of his lips.

 

Haruhi rolled her eyes in exasperation, shouldered her backpack and side stepped the twins.

 

“Baka! All you do is add water.” She hissed at them.

 

Hikaru continued to grin at her like he was a devious child. “Yeah, we know, we just like it when you do it.”

 

`Damn rich people…' she thought miserably as she deposited her bag in the corner of the room. She went to the table where the instant coffee and mugs were, busying herself with coffee for everyone. As she did, she let her eyes slide around the room.

 

Tamaki had some girl enraptured by his sweet words, their lips nearly touching, but never making contact. Mori and Hunni were snacking on strawberry cake, chatting with their patrons. Kyouya, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, was sipping tea with one of his customers and the twins had fallen back into their `brotherly love' routine, making their paying ladies squeal with twitterpated delight.

 

Someone here had put the letter in her bag. Again that squirming, yet not entirely unpleasant, feeling, swept her. Her resolve was now set. She would find who had written it and nip this irritating distraction in the bud.

 

Her dark eyes settled on Kyouya. It was possible that he'd written the poem, but the probability of it was less than that of anyone else having written it.

 

“Haruhi!” the twins called, seizing her by the arms and dragging her into their entertaining charade. She joined in; chatting with the ladies, but her mind was still on the letter of confession tucked in her pocket.

 

Her mind finalized her decision as she began her work, paying of her outstanding debt. She'd use Kyouya to help her figure out who wrote the letter then she'd refuse them, freeing herself of these roller coaster emotions. Her focus absolutely had to remain on her studies…she was already a straight A student and would remain so…

 

“Haru-chan,” one of the shrill voiced girls said, “tell us more of your poor commoner life…”

 

Gritting her teeth, damning the rich, Haruhi smiled outwardly, groaned inwardly. The day her debt was repaid couldn't come soon enough, with it, her freedom from this imprisoning Host Club!

 

 

 

Authors Note: Ouran High School Host Club is probably my current favorite romantic/comedic anime/manga. I've wanted to do a romance story on it for awhile and hope that it is well received. Please read and constructive reviews are very welcomed. A note of thanks to my mother, who edits for me.