Seven Days And Seven Nights~ OHSHC Love Story (Completed)

Chapter 1: Being His Favorite

Chapter One: Being His Favorite

Hello, my name is Hina. Hina Kobayashi. I was ranked second in my class, and am a very hard worker. I didn't get into Ouran for free though. I am an honors student, and must remain in the top five places of the class or be suspended. I am now a second year and have been attending Ouran for a full year. My mother said I study too much, and I need sometime for myself, but I disagree. I aim to be a lawyer no matter what it takes. Even if it means being stereotyped as the loner. Anywhere I am I have a textbook. I can't go a day without practicing my math, my weakest subject. I once got a nighty-four in that class and wanted to shoot myself in the face. Being the best is the only option for me, considering I am an only child. My mother is a fashion designer, but is currently overseas working with the Hitachiin woman on a line they are going to be releasing in Italy. I am very happy for her, she seems to love her work. Or at least pretends she does.

My father died saving my life. And I know it is all my fault. My mother is still very upset about it and I am too. But only because I can do absolutely nothing to mend the wounds, they are to deep. We were calmly in our home when I heard a pounding on the door. There was a man yelling and screaming for us to open. I ran into my parents room and woke them up. My father ran into the living room to find a tall man in all black. He was holding a gun up and threatened to shoot. My mother stood by the door to the bedroom peering into the living room she gasped and froze against the wall.  "Mommie what's going on!" I whispered.

"Nothing's going on" she whispered. "Just promise me you'll stay under the bed no matter what you hear" she ordered.

"B-but mommie-" I began.

"But nothing. Now hurry" she said gesturing to under the tall bed. I climbed under it and was enclosed in the darkness. I heard the man order my father to give him everything he had. My father objected strongly and I watched as my mother tip toed across the room and opened a safe. She held up a tazzer in her left hand and a gun in her right. She ran in the living room and all I heard afterwards were blood curdling cries and screams. I ran out and saw the man had gotten away, and my father lay sprawled on the floor.

"Daddy!" I cried as I hugged his body. The blood smelled and got all over my pajamas.

"P-princess" he winced "You're al..right"

"Yes! I am alright and you will be too I promise!" I sobbed as I dialed 911 on my cellphone.

"Princess its no use" he smiled. "My time has come, and it is not your fault. I just want you to be happy and promise me you will be happy"

"Dont say that! I can get you help I know it just stay strong for me daddy" I sobbed burrying my face into his neck.

"I am so proud of you Hina... I love you and your mother with all of my heart and I promise I will always be with you. No matter what" he whispered. "Right here" he said as he layed his hand over his heart.

"I love you too Daddy! I dont want you to leave! Please dont leave me" I cried. "I'm gonna miss you so much! Please stay! Stay for me!"

"Be good for your mother Hina" he said as he kissed my forehead. He layed his head back and closed his eyes smiling.

"Daddy.." I whispered. My eyes widened. "Daddy! Daddy get up! Please get up! Oh Please I cant lose you" I screamed as I shook him. "Why?" I sobbed. "Why!"

The following Sunday the strongest man I had ever known lay in a big black box with his eyes glued shut. My heart breaks everytime I think about this. He had taught me how to ride a bike, how to talk, how to walk, how to be strong, how to let go, yet I couldnt let go of him. I watched as they lowered his weak, fragile body into the ground and sobbed into my mothers shirt. I was only eight years old at the time, and watching this hurt. I remember swinging on the swing alone, drinking hot chocolate alone, having and dealing with nightmares alone, missing his tickling habit, his warm arms around me, and how I tried not to cry yet always managed to fall weak against the depression. I know he never want me to be sad, but it hurts. I still hoped he would come home, maybe someday or I could visit him. I slept with the light on just in case he came home just to kiss me goodnight. I cried myself to sleep for years. And occasionally still do. I loved him, so much.