Fanfiction: One Dark and Stormy Night
One Dark and Stormy Night…
An Ouran High School Host Club Fanfiction
By Maho-chan
Tamaki sleepily pulled off his cape and crown before absently undoing the buttons of his shirt. He wondered if he should check on Haruhi before going to bed. As her guardian in their group, it was his duty…
The first strike of lightning decided it for him. As thunder came shortly after the quick flash of light, Tamaki hastily made his way to the door. He knew Haruhi hated thunderstorms. Where was she now? Was she alright? Tamaki began to panic. Earlier it had seemed like a good idea to stay the night at Kyouya's vacation home after their Halloween event but now he regretted it. He realized that in this unfamiliar place anything could happen.
Boom
Crackle
Whimper
The hair stood up on Tamaki’s neck as he registered a noise coming from behind him. Tamaki shivered as he heard something else.
Sob
Turning slowly, memories of the scary tales the twins had told earlier came back to him. Witches and lost souls loomed in his imagination as did fiery demons and terrifying monsters. He seriously hoped none of those specters were behind him.
Whimper
The small cry came from the bed. Tamaki hoped he wouldn’t find the snow woman or a goblin standing there. Slowly moving towards the bed, Tamaki wished he had turned on the light earlier.
Sniffle
The noise was definitely coming from under the covers. What in the world was making that sound? He could see a large bump rising up from the center of the mattress and as the sound of thunder reverberated throughout the room, it moved.
“AH!” Tamaki shouted, pointing as it rose to shoulder height, looking like some linen covered ghoul. “AHHHHH!” He screamed as an arm shot out and reached for him.
Turning hastily, Tamaki froze as a hand grabbed his elbow. Gasping in fear, Tamaki turned to look at that hand, hoping it wasn’t dismembered.
“Senpai.”
Tamaki looked down at the blanket covered figure in surprise. “Haruhi?” He said tentatively, climbing onto the bed and reaching out to touch where he thought her head might be. As the thunder came again, Tamaki was pushed backwards as Haruhi launched herself into his arms. They fell onto the mattress, a mess of sheets and costumes. Forgetting his unbuttoned shirt and bare chest, Tamaki reached over and pulled aside the covers to check if Haruhi was okay. He pulled off the musketeer hat she still wore and tugged at the gloves covering her hands. Tossing the items aside, Tamaki said worriedly “Haruhi?”
No answer came, just a little shiver of her body against his. “Are you alright?” Tamaki said softly as he shifted their bodies so that he could pull more of the blankets aside. After a moment, Haruhi’s face appeared. Tamaki’s eyes softened as he beheld how her eyes were scrunched shut and her clenched fist was pressed against her mouth.
“Haruhi.” Tamaki said sympathetically, his arms coming around her shoulders. She shivered and instinctively he pulled her closer. “What are you doing here?” Tamaki asked.
“I’m sorry senpai, your room was the closest to where I was when the storm started. Do you want me to leave?” Haruhi whispered. Tamaki rubbed her back as he rested his chin on the top of her head. “You can stay here with me if you want to.” He replied quietly.
Haruhi closed her eyes; thought about this then shook her head. “No, I shouldn’t stay here. I’ll be okay; I think my room is very close to yours.” Pressing her hands against Tamaki’s chest to push away from him, Haruhi realized that his shirt was open. Blushing furiously, she raised her head, met his eyes and said wryly “Um, senpai, your shirt is open.”
Tamaki blanched and said quickly “Sorry!” He hurriedly buttoned his shirt, all the while hoping that Haruhi wouldn’t be too mad at him. They lay on their sides, their faces close together. For a moment neither spoke. Haruhi kept her eyes closed, thinking Tamaki was still straightening his clothes. Tamaki watched her face, expecting her to get up and leave at any moment.
But as the thunder resounded once more, suddenly Haruhi was in Tamaki’s arms again, her face pressed against his chest. “Sorry senpai.” She mumbled from somewhere in the vicinity of his collarbone. “I…”
As the lightning lit the sky and more thunder closely followed it, Haruhi noticeably flinched. “I’ll get up soon. I-I’m really okay. You don’t have to hug me.” She said, even as she clutched at his shirt with nervous fingers.
Tamaki felt protectiveness and concern that he couldn’t deny. Haruhi was scared and he knew he should stay close to her. There was no doubt in his mind.
“But there’s no closet here to hide you. And you feel better with me here, right?” Tamaki said tentatively, wondering what she would decide.
There was a pause as Haruhi considered his words. As the storm continued to brew outside, Haruhi nodded in acceptance.
“Then it’s decided. As your father I’ll stay here with you.” Yawning and closing his eyes, Tamaki embraced Haruhi, holding her closer. The rain continued to fall, the thunder and lightning striking again and again. Lying with Haruhi in his bed, Tamaki hazily began to comprehend feelings that he usually tried to ignore. And right before dreaming, Tamaki dimly registered that Haruhi was not his pretend daughter but instead someone much more important to him.
An Ouran High School Host Club Fanfiction
By Maho-chan
Tamaki sleepily pulled off his cape and crown before absently undoing the buttons of his shirt. He wondered if he should check on Haruhi before going to bed. As her guardian in their group, it was his duty…
The first strike of lightning decided it for him. As thunder came shortly after the quick flash of light, Tamaki hastily made his way to the door. He knew Haruhi hated thunderstorms. Where was she now? Was she alright? Tamaki began to panic. Earlier it had seemed like a good idea to stay the night at Kyouya's vacation home after their Halloween event but now he regretted it. He realized that in this unfamiliar place anything could happen.
Boom
Crackle
Whimper
The hair stood up on Tamaki’s neck as he registered a noise coming from behind him. Tamaki shivered as he heard something else.
Sob
Turning slowly, memories of the scary tales the twins had told earlier came back to him. Witches and lost souls loomed in his imagination as did fiery demons and terrifying monsters. He seriously hoped none of those specters were behind him.
Whimper
The small cry came from the bed. Tamaki hoped he wouldn’t find the snow woman or a goblin standing there. Slowly moving towards the bed, Tamaki wished he had turned on the light earlier.
Sniffle
The noise was definitely coming from under the covers. What in the world was making that sound? He could see a large bump rising up from the center of the mattress and as the sound of thunder reverberated throughout the room, it moved.
“AH!” Tamaki shouted, pointing as it rose to shoulder height, looking like some linen covered ghoul. “AHHHHH!” He screamed as an arm shot out and reached for him.
Turning hastily, Tamaki froze as a hand grabbed his elbow. Gasping in fear, Tamaki turned to look at that hand, hoping it wasn’t dismembered.
“Senpai.”
Tamaki looked down at the blanket covered figure in surprise. “Haruhi?” He said tentatively, climbing onto the bed and reaching out to touch where he thought her head might be. As the thunder came again, Tamaki was pushed backwards as Haruhi launched herself into his arms. They fell onto the mattress, a mess of sheets and costumes. Forgetting his unbuttoned shirt and bare chest, Tamaki reached over and pulled aside the covers to check if Haruhi was okay. He pulled off the musketeer hat she still wore and tugged at the gloves covering her hands. Tossing the items aside, Tamaki said worriedly “Haruhi?”
No answer came, just a little shiver of her body against his. “Are you alright?” Tamaki said softly as he shifted their bodies so that he could pull more of the blankets aside. After a moment, Haruhi’s face appeared. Tamaki’s eyes softened as he beheld how her eyes were scrunched shut and her clenched fist was pressed against her mouth.
“Haruhi.” Tamaki said sympathetically, his arms coming around her shoulders. She shivered and instinctively he pulled her closer. “What are you doing here?” Tamaki asked.
“I’m sorry senpai, your room was the closest to where I was when the storm started. Do you want me to leave?” Haruhi whispered. Tamaki rubbed her back as he rested his chin on the top of her head. “You can stay here with me if you want to.” He replied quietly.
Haruhi closed her eyes; thought about this then shook her head. “No, I shouldn’t stay here. I’ll be okay; I think my room is very close to yours.” Pressing her hands against Tamaki’s chest to push away from him, Haruhi realized that his shirt was open. Blushing furiously, she raised her head, met his eyes and said wryly “Um, senpai, your shirt is open.”
Tamaki blanched and said quickly “Sorry!” He hurriedly buttoned his shirt, all the while hoping that Haruhi wouldn’t be too mad at him. They lay on their sides, their faces close together. For a moment neither spoke. Haruhi kept her eyes closed, thinking Tamaki was still straightening his clothes. Tamaki watched her face, expecting her to get up and leave at any moment.
But as the thunder resounded once more, suddenly Haruhi was in Tamaki’s arms again, her face pressed against his chest. “Sorry senpai.” She mumbled from somewhere in the vicinity of his collarbone. “I…”
As the lightning lit the sky and more thunder closely followed it, Haruhi noticeably flinched. “I’ll get up soon. I-I’m really okay. You don’t have to hug me.” She said, even as she clutched at his shirt with nervous fingers.
Tamaki felt protectiveness and concern that he couldn’t deny. Haruhi was scared and he knew he should stay close to her. There was no doubt in his mind.
“But there’s no closet here to hide you. And you feel better with me here, right?” Tamaki said tentatively, wondering what she would decide.
There was a pause as Haruhi considered his words. As the storm continued to brew outside, Haruhi nodded in acceptance.
“Then it’s decided. As your father I’ll stay here with you.” Yawning and closing his eyes, Tamaki embraced Haruhi, holding her closer. The rain continued to fall, the thunder and lightning striking again and again. Lying with Haruhi in his bed, Tamaki hazily began to comprehend feelings that he usually tried to ignore. And right before dreaming, Tamaki dimly registered that Haruhi was not his pretend daughter but instead someone much more important to him.