Love, Music, And Cancer | OHSHC

LMAC | Chapter Thirteen

---Chapter Thirteen; Haruhi. . . you. . . you're. . ---

ハルヒくん涼宮ハルヒではない-くん. それは涼宮ハルヒ.。.

(Haruhi-Kun isn't Haruhi-Kun. . . it's Haruhi-Chan. . . )

"Haruka-Chan, oh my gosh darling! Are you alright? Were you safe there? Why is your forehead so cold? He didn't do anything to you did he? You know how boys can be with their outrages hormo-" I immediately pressed my finger against my mother's lips, quieting her down before she could barbed me with more questions. I assumed that Tamaki and his parents quickly informed my mother about my location, and of course, who I was dealing with. But, this is typical of her though. No matter how important you are, she never trusts people with handling me. How will she adapt when I'm older and wed? I wonder. . .

"I'm fine mother. I promise." I said softly, reassuring her and pulling my finger back. Her lips changed back into her significant smile that never ceased to fade away and she pushed a tangled strand of hair behind my ear, sighing and grinning again before pressing her lips against my forehead. "I know sweetheart. I know. . . " she whispered gently, releasing me from her quick embrace and chuckling.

"But I know you didn't take a bath over there, did you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. She's sharp on hygiene, like mother says, a woman with hygiene is a woman with class. I shook my head in denial but that only made her clap her hands loudly. "Cassandra! Fix Haruka a bath pronto! Make sure to add the right amount of bubbles!" she suddenly demanded, causing me to shake my head when a small shrill voice answered in reply. My mother turned on her heel and headed towards what I presume the fourth living room, that is, until she stopped in her stride and turned back to me. "Wait, Haruka, can you do me a quick favor? I know you just got here. . . but could you go in my room and get my Edgar Allen Poe book on the dresser?" she asked. 

I smirked. "É claro." I answered and she sent me a smirk back. "Volta logo." she replied, winking. I laughed at her actions and hurried up the stairs that swirled around the room, taking a short minute to catch my breath before continuing down the hallway and entering the biggest bedroom in the house, mother and fathers. I always admired their room. How mature and gracefully it was, and how the colors matched almost perfectly. It was mesmerizing. I honestly wish it was my bedroom.

"Got ya. . " I mumbled happily, grabbing the green cover book and proceeding to walk out when something stopped me, or, a smell stopped me. I sniffed the air a bit more, my sniffs increasing louder in volume as the smell invaded my nostrils. It smelled unfamiliar, like a perfume. But, not a perfume I can recall mom ever wearing. I sniffed some more, finding myself desperate to discover where it was coming from. It was like a mixture of vanilla and cherries. It was absolutely disgusting. I started cringing everytime I sniffed.

I finally came to a sharp stop, glancing at a suit and tie laid on the bed that had absorbed the scent. Fathers? I bit my lip. It's not moms perfume. But, shouldn't she understand what's going on? His suit is in her room. . . unless she's ignoring the facts. I lowered my eye-lids as a question stirred deeply in my brain.

Should I tell her? But, then, it would all be my fault, right?

"Miyagawa. Miyagawa. Ms. Miyagawa!"

I blinked a couple of times, realizing that I was in class and had become lost in my train of thoughts. I felt something wet that was stuck on my eyelashes, water trailing down from my eyes to my cheeks. Everyone's heads were turned while their eyes became stuck and glued onto me, of course. Wait a minute. . . I touched my cheek, feeling the wet waterworks. Am I, crying? The professor gave me a worried look.

"Ms. Miyagawa, you zoned out and now you're crying. Is. . . everything alright?" he asked and cocked his head to the side in concern. I gulped the large lump down in my throat, sweat accumulating on my forehead. "I-I-I'm fine." I stuttered and to be honest, I didn't mean to. "Ms. Miyagawa would you like to go to the bathroom and. . .clean yourself up?" the look he gave me let me know he meant that in the most caring way possible. I do appreciate some of the teachers at Ouran, some are really kind.

"Y-Yes sir, thank you. . . " I said a little shakingly, standing up from my seat and making my way out the classroom. Pink pastel hallways greeted me as I closed the door and somewhat made me feel at peace with myself. The thought of my father and his infidelity, it pains me to know but it pains me even more that my mother has no clue. To make it worse, she doesn't deserve this, none of this.

She's already dealing with me and my situation, then this heavy load of betrayal is just. . . at bad timing. Why would he do this? I wiped my tears away from my face, glancing up from time to time to make sure I was going the right way. Why would he commit this deed at a time like this? During all of this? Why would he do this in the first place? Is mother. . . is mother not good enough for him?

I felt my lips cripple up as the strong force to cry tried to overcome me. Dang it, dang it, dang it. I looked up and abruptly widened my orbs, seeing Haruhi-kun, only. . . he entered the female's bathroom. H-Huh? I covered my mouth in shock. Haruhi-kun is a. . . pervert? I furrowed my eyebrows and frowned, waiting a few minutes and then grabbing the golden handle, pulling the bathroom door open and entering inside.

The smell of soap and overpriced cleaning products slapped me straight in the face but I didn't mind it actually. But, the reason I really came in here was out of my brain, the present idea was right in from of me as Haruhi stood calmly while washing his hands. He halted and brought his head up carefully, cracking an awkward smile when his eyes met mine.

"U-U-Um, h-h-hi Haruka. . . " he fumbled for the right words, and I couldn't blame him. He was inside the girls bathroom.

"Haruhi-Kun, what are you doing in here?" I asked curiously, ignoring the look he gave me from my damp eyes and wet cheeks.

". . . . . using the bathroom. . . "

"In the girls bathroom?"

". . . . . I. . . um. . . well. . .I am. . .you know. . ."

"I know what?"

"Girls. . . they use the girls bathroom. . "

". . . . yeah but you're not a--. . . wait. . .Haruhi-Ku-you're actually Haruhi-Chan!?"