Love, Music, And Cancer | OHSHC

LMAC | Special Chapter

T A M A K I S U O H

---Special Chapter---

"Haruka-Chan! Haruka-Chan!" I said repeatedly to the black-haired female, snapping my fingers in her face, hoping to wake her up. But, it didn't work. Her eyes were shut closed as she was drawn into dream land, her chest rose up and down along with her soft and gentle breathing. I widened my eyes at her state.

She's beautiful sleeping. Almost like a baby. I gulped and ran my hand through my blonde hair. What am I going to do with you? I cupped Haruka's cheek in my hand, grinning slightly at her innocent state. I unbuttoned my school uniformed jacket, putting it over Haruka, and making sure she would stay warm with it.

"There. . .that should help a bit." I mumbled, pushing her hair behind her ear. I sighed deeply and gently picked her up from her spot, lifting her up from her feet and into my arms. "W-Woah. . . " I mumbled. She's light. I mean, I didn't think she was heavy but. . . she's as light as a feather. She groaned and snuggled her head deeper in my chest.

I felt my cheeks heat up. D-Damn it. . .I licked my lips and carried her, taking her outside with me.

It almost feels like yesterday when I realized I had met the all-time famous Haruka. I had watched her when I was a kid, seeing her always on TV performing for thousands and thousands of people. Her playing was magnificent, almost in-human. . . The way her hand whipped around like crazy, how she played every note perfectly and on pitch, and how she never ceased to fail a crowd.

I admired her. I adored her. I looked up to her.

I always saw Haruka from afar in Ouran Academy. She was always alone and kept to herself. The opposite from what you would think of her compared to seeing her on television. She never spoke to anyone and never bothered too. I always wondered if it was just an imposter. It just wasn't, Haruka.

That is until I realized I don't know Haruka. The Haruka on television wasn't the real Haruka. The Haruka on television was the real imposter.

When I spoke to Haruka for the first time. . . my world changed. It was almost as if I was a kid on Christmas, embarrassing. . . I think I kinda scared her. I didn't mean to, I was just happy. I was one of them in the crowd, that one blonde-haired and hyper kid who was so rich he could afford first row seats.

I was that kid who was jumping in his seat, awaiting for his idol to string out her music onto her violin.

She was so determined on stage, so mature and elegant, so mesmerizing that you found yourself get lost in her performance.

I wished all the time to play by Haruka's side. I even sometimes daydreamed about it in class without realizing it. That's what made me want to play the piano. Haruka is what made me want to play the piano. I wanted to play a duet with her, forever, and forever.

But, it was only a wish, nothing more, at least that's what I thought.

Did I ever imagine myself to ever be in the place of carrying Haruka? Never in my life. . .

"Huh? Wha--Haruka-Chan? Where do you live?" I jerked her a little in my arms to wake her up but her gentle snoring remained the same. I blushed. "O-Oi, Haruka-Chan. . .where do you live? O-Oi!" I mumbled but all she did was groan for a second and return back to sleeping.

I use to have a crush on Haruka, a celebrity crush. . .but. . .

I sighed deeply. "I can't believe I'm doing this. . ." I chuckled hoarsely.

Maybe. . . maybe. . . I think. . .

I glanced at Haruka, grinning.

I think I still like her. . .