Hatsuharu POV
BEEP. BEEP.
After offing the alarm, I reluctantly shifted and crawled out of my mound of pillows and blankets. It was stupid that although I didn't have to , I chose to get up after 1 hour of sleep. Insomnia is a bitch.
After spending 3 minutes brushing my teeth, washing and getting changed I went to the kitchen to grab a peanut breakfast bar and instant coffee.Then , after finishing my little meal ( I hated eating breakfast) I typed up another chapter on a book I was working on.
I had 3 main jobs: author, singer and actor, all of which took a lot if my time , which was why I didn't have to go to school everyday of the week. In fact , the only reason I was going there was to try and make amends with Haruhi. God knows I didn't need another degree.
As I was reaching the part in my story where the lead character had killed their mother, I noticed that my hand was subconsciously fiddling and pulling out strands of my now white hair . In my lap lay a small but noticeable pile of hair. Sucking in a breath , my hand sprang away from it.
"Fuck..." I muttered under my breath and brushed it off of me. I'd done Id again , gave in to my urges. If it wasn't for my condition, I'd probably be bald.....
Shaking off the layer of fear slowly ebbing its way up my ankles, I saved the document, swung my backpack over my shoulder and began to walk to Haruhis apartment below.
*at haruhis flat*
"*knock, knock* Yo Haruhi? You done?"
Almost immediately , she opened the paint peeling door to reveal herself looking rather dashing in her blue Ouran Host club uniform. My uniform looked similar, only black and with a more " sexy" vibe... I dunno, it was what Parker had called it, and me....
"Hello .." she stiffly said, giving me a weak smile. I sighed, and pulled her into a hug, inhaling her smell of fabric cleaner.
"Don't think about last night to much, it'll rot your brain, okay?"
She shrugged and let go.
" okay... So anyway, let's go to school shall we?" She asked as we made our way down stairs.
"Sure... but is it okay if we DON'T take the bus, there are some weirdos who hang around there."
" but how would we go there? Walk?"
"No.... It's much more fun.."
"Don't let go!"
"Wait, I don't think- AHHHHH!!!!!!" She screamed as we zoomed off on my baby, on the lowest speed possible. For me, heheh.
*at school*
"I still don't get how you got the GOVERNMENT to give you a license."
" Lets just say that a lot of people owe me a lot of things, okay? No use in you worrying about something as petty as that." I smiled, placing the 2 helmets in my backpack and locking the motorbike in place.
"B-"
"So, this is OURAN ACADEMY? Looks pretty cool, you know except for the puke pink colour and the shitty girl uniforms."
" Why aren't you wearing one again?" She questioned, leading me to the school office, past the front doors and gawking students.
"Meh, preferred the boys one I guess. And before you ask, I did ask the principle , he said yes."
" He did?"
"...Yes...."
I smiled reassuringly , earning a sigh back.
"Okay, so all you have to do is talk to that lady behind the counter." She told me , pointing over to an old "woman" behind the glass with horn rimmed glasses (a/n ????) .
I gulped , pushing back my social anxiety, plastered on my teacher/parent/elder/people smile and made my way over.
Tap, tap went the glass. Slowly she looked up and as she did, her grey eyes widened. Err...
"Hello ma'm (a/ n spelling?????I don't even know anymore) my name is Hatsuharu Fujioka, I just came to get my time table?" I asked, making sure to make my voice drip like honey , though not to much so that it sounded like the voice of someone working at a brothel.
"Why hello to you to, you saucy little boy. I bet you want your timetable a lot , huh?" She cooed, leaning over the keyboard provocatively. Yuck. Keep it cool...
" That's right ,yes."
"You sure that's all sugar plumb?"
"Well I would like my locker keys... Yes! That as well."
" Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Double sure?"
"Yes'"
"Really ?"
"Oh, a map would be useful as well!"
"Oh...Really?"
"Yes."
"...."
With a blank face, she typed my name up onto her desk top solemnly and handed me a print copy of my scedual.
" Mr Suoh wants to see you before lessons."
Then with a final attempt , she gave me a slip of paper. I walked away silently , swallowing back th urge to vomit AND cry with laughter.
"Where to now? Lessons?" Asked Haruhi grinning at my misery from th look of my hidden face.
"Principals office..."
"What's that?" She asked pointing at the slip of paper I had dripped in a litter bin we'd passed.
"Her number.."
"....PFFT, HAHAHA!"
I haven't updated in long time , have I? Doubt anyone cares any way. Just a filler chapter, sorry not sorry if it sucks. Vote,comment and all that jazz if u don't mind. Constructive criticism is well come, because we all know I have a lot of room for improvement, but no hate plz. Refrain from being that douche if u please. That is all,
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