The Host Club's Florist - An OHSHC Fanfiction

❀Chapter 50 : Pasque ❀

"Well look who's back from the dead."

A chorus or snide giggles that followed willed Sumire to walk just a tiny bit faster, searching her head for the nearest exit and out of reach of whoever was following her.

Her shoulder was yanked back by someone and Sumire immediately aimed a kick at whoever it was, knocking what looked like another student back into two girls who caught her fall.

"You bitch, the host club isn't going to save your sorry ass now," the girl sneered, getting up and dusting herself off, "How's it feel to be an outcast again?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Sumire replied, keeping her voice steady and her fingers close to the hidden blade just under her skirt, "Leave me alone."

"Leave you alone? Hah!" one of the girls stepped forward, well manicured nail pointing threateningly at Sumire, "Your little stunt almost got us expelled, I think we deserve an apology, don't we, girls?"

Sumire scoffed, cracking her knuckles and tilting her head to the side, "I guess we met before, but even if we did y'all are so forgettable I doubt I'd remember you anyways even if I still had my memory."

"There's a fight on the third floor!" 

A blonde long hair boy barged into the lunchroom and beelined straight towards a table, "Guys, there's a fight-"

"Calm down Armin, who's fighting?" Eren replied, speaking through a mouthful of food.

Armin took a seat, catching his breath, "Sumire and some third year girls, I think she's in trouble."

"Where?" Mikasa asked loosening her scarf and standing up.

"The third floor corridor, by the music ro-"

"We'll take care of it."

All three first years turned around to see the entire host club standing by, Tamaki beaming down at them and giving them each a small pat on the shoulder, "Thank you for telling us, come by the host club and have a free treat on us, and-"

Kyoya pushed his glasses up interrupting the blonde before Tamaki can bankrupt them, "Please keep the situation private until it is resolved. Let's go."

Bowing to show gratitude Haruhi followed quickly as the host club were now rushing out of the cafeteria leaving a trail of smoke behind them. 

"Why is the cafeteria so far from our classrooms anyways? I didn't realize until now," Hikaru panted as they rushed through the building and into a shortcut that connected to the classrooms.

"Haruhi, didn't you say Sumire was eating lunch in your classroom?" Tamaki asked through their rush.

Panting as well Haruhi nodded, "Yeah, she must have taken a walk or something."

"Kyoya, wait for us!" Tamaki called out trying his best to catch up as Kyoya zoomed through their path.

"Takashi," Honey yelled, raising his arms up, immediately getting swept up by Mori and sat on his shoulders as they pushed forth up the staircases.

Dodging a clawed scratch to the face by stepping back Sumire countered with a punch to the face, the main girl staggering back and clutching her now bleeding nose. 

"Is that all you got?" Sumire sneered, reservations on keeping a low profile now out the window as adrenaline pumped through her veins. 

She was mad at herself for not remembering anything, but she was mad at something else even more that she couldn't exactly pin point. Everything was familiar as her body fit just right in the grand walls of Ouran, but she felt like an outsider even with the welcoming nature that greeted her every single day.

Sumire didn't miss the people tiptoeing around her like she was going to fall apart any second, the watchful eyes of the host club whenever she would spend time in the music room with Haruhi. It made her feel weak, like a glass ornament hung up very high that could fall and shatter any second.

She hated it. She hated feeling small and fragile. She hated those warm gray eyes that snap back to its coldness for no reason at all. 

Swerving to the side and grabbing the arm at flew past her Sumire hoisted the body up and over her shoulder, one of the lackeys falling with a crack on the floor. Another hand yanked her hair up pulling her back, her face crashing against the wall.

Flicking her elbow back and swiftly turning around to swing her foot up against her attacker, the cold heel of her shoe connected smack on the side of someones face, an audible snap echoing in the hallway. 

They were right. The host club as unfamiliar as they were, were always there somewhere within reach. Now that she was out she truly had no one. Even Haruhi was slowly getting distant by the day. She knew she was keeping something from her, and though it was very much like Haruhi to do things for a good reason, it didn't calm her nerves that she really might not have anyone left. 

Even Haruhi was in the Host club.

Spitting out some blood that had pooled in her mouth and swiping at her nose, her sleeve now having a very bright streak of red, Sumire stepped out of the way of a hand trying to grab at her shoes only to get shoved backwards by a very angry girl hard enough to crash against the glass windows.

"Sumire!" 

All three girls looked back horrified at the usually calm hosts barging right at them and in a fright response they all fled, trailing bits of blood as they ran away from the scene.

"Leave them!" Haruhi yelled, stepping over the glass shards that now littered the floor, "We'll find them later."

Kyoya on the other hand payed no mind as the glass crunched under his feet, immediately looking out the window and scanning the ground, a huge pang of relief hitting him but replaced by panic as Sumire's familiar bracelet peeked out of a ledge just below the window sill.

"Sumire, hang on, I'm coming," Kyoya yelled, looking around to find something to help her up with. 

Finding nothing, Kyoya took off his blazer before hopping out the window, balancing on the same ledge Sumire was barely hanging onto. Yells of protests didn't stop him as he crouched down, keeping one hand on the window and the other reaching out to grab Sumire's hand.

"Come on, don't let go," Kyoya encouraged as Sumire's terrified eyes met his, "You're okay, you can do this."

With one large pull both Kyoya and Sumire fell back inside the safety of the walls, Sumire clutching against Kyoya's shirt and his arms wrapped around her protectively.

"Sumire! Are you okay? You're hurt!" Haruhi fussed helping Sumire up and producing a yellow handkerchief, patting against the small trickle of blood from her head and nose.

"I'm fine Haru, I survived a coma, this ain't nothing," Sumire chuckled, wincing at the throb on her left side as she did so. She must have gotten hit and she hadn't even noticed. 

Patting Haruhi's arm down Sumire turned back around to see Kyoya putting his blazer back on. Without a word Sumire charged forth, embracing Kyoya once more, surprising the boy at the sudden motion.

"Kyo, I'm back," Sumire mumbled against his chest, "Did you miss me?"

Happy 50th chapter! Figured it was time to move on from the pain and suffering, so it's all good from here (unless...)

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