Why? (An Ouran Highschool Host Club FanFic) (??? X OC)

Mori and Honey

(Peyton's POV)

It's been over a week now, and today is Thursday. I actually skipped school today. I only came back to go to the host club, and then pick up my gym clothes after.

The guys didn't seem too happy about me not showing up, some even said they were worried about me. Kyouya actually said he was actually happy about it, because, and I quote, 'it helped the bad boy act.' Sometimes he really is a pain in my ass.

At the end of the day I had my clothes, and I took a shortcut through the gym room, which actually turned out to be a worst idea than normal.

Some guy, that I don't even know, stopped me as I got to the exit door.

"Hey you. Are you that Peyton guy my girl's been talking about?" He asked, quite rudely I might add.

"Yeah, that's me. What of it?" I asked him, with my deep guy voice, trying too keep cool. It was obvious that he was pissed about something, and it looked like it had something to so with me.

"You bastard, my girlfriend dumped me for you. And when she confessed her love, you just rejected her. That broke my babies heart... And now I'm gonna brake yours," he finished, sounding to confident for his own good. He was kind of a weak looking kid, but that doesn't mean I was afraid of hurting that smart mouthed son of a bitch.

"What does it matter. If I turned her down, then wouldn't she come running back to you? Or did she relies she was too good for you?"

"That's what everyone thinks, she won't even talk to me anymore..." He looked even more pissed with every word. "I'm gonna fight you for her. If I kill you then maybe she'll finally have some respect for me." Like that will help.

"So you really wanna fight me?" I asked taking my jacket off, getting ready to knock this guy out with one punch. Light and dark blue tattoos lined my left arm, from my neck to my elbow, very noticeable because of the grey men's tank top I wore.

I may be a girl, but I was in gymnastics and dance for almost four years (I originally joined to become a better dancer for the bands concerts). You get muscle from all that shit. And I had almost twice as much muscle on me than this guy standing right in front of me.

"Yeah I'll fight you, what are the rules." Idiot.

"Anything goes," I said with a smile, which soon faded as I saw his. As soon as I said that, his face almost looked sinister, a look of triumph.

"Hey guys... You heard the man... Anything goes." As he said this two guys, and I mean big guys, came out from behind the bleachers, and the fight started.

It was a messy blur of swings and hits. I could have taken one, maybe two, of those guys, but all three where beating down on me at once, I couldn't defend myself. At one point I saw a knife, and eventually blood, then everything went pitch black...

(Mori's POV)

I walked by the gym after hosting hour where over, only to hear the far too familiar sounds of someone being hurt and injured. Shouts of punches, kicks, and cries for help where heard. I ran in as soon as I could. I didn't really notice who was getting beaten to a bloody pulp, I was too busy trying to defend them.

After one of the men ditched his group after being hit had enough to shatter his wrist, the other two followed him.

I want to inspect the other teen's injuries, only to find myself face to face with Peyton.

I put him into the passenger seat of my car, driving as fast as I could to my house. As I drove, he stared to wake up half way there.

"Takashi... What the fuck happened after I blacked out," he asked through grunts and pants. He looked down as his stomach, realizing it was bleeding. Then I realized how bad the bleeding was, I didn't even know that he got stabbed there till now.

"You got hurt... Bad," was all I said.

"No shit Sherlock," again managing to speak through the pain. He managed to lift up his shirt enough to look at his stomach. Three, no, four knife wounds. One in the low part of Peyton's left lung, and three in the stomach. "It's not that bad... I've been through worse," he said, chuckling, trying to keep the both of us from freaking out, trying to keep calm. It didn't work. As he chuckled, it slowly turned into grunts and coughs of blood. After that he passed out again. I carried him inside of my house's infirmary, wanting to stitch and bandage the cuts... But I had to take his shirt off to get a good view of the injured area.

I'm just glad she had a bra on.

(Peyton's POV)

When I finally woke up, I figured I was in Mori's house. I was lying in a bed, I felt an itch on my side. I pulled back the covers to find I was bandaged... and shirtless. Nothing but my sports bra and jeans. I let a squeak escape my lips as I saw Mori asleep on a chair next to the bed.

"Wake the fuck up you bastard," I yelled, not even caring to use the deep guy voice I normally do around people. I grabbed a pillow and hugged it to my chest as Mori woke up, only to have me kick his chair and have him fall to his hands and knees.

He stood up and then sat next to me. I beat him with the pillow as best I could without reopening the scabs that formed over my stitches.

"Sorry," was what he said as I finished my one sided pillow fight.

As soon as I was calm, I spoke. "No, I'm the one who should be sorry." He looked at me surprise. "I'm the one who lied to all of you and I was to one who managed to get beaten by those douches. And I'm sorry you had to come and save my ass." I hugged him a little as I finished my apology. He just looked at the door, which was cracked open.

"Language, Peyton. Mitsukuni don't listen." Honey walked through the doorway cuddling his Usa-chan.

The same thing happened with the other. I told them why after they asked, and made them swear to secrecy. I when easier on these guys because, well Mori is huge, and Honey is just to cute to yell at or hurt.

Mori handed me my leather jacket I left in the gym. I put it over my bra and bandages (my shirt was stained and shredded, so we just threw it away) as they helped me to the door, and Takashi drove me home. When I got home I called Haruhi over and told her everything.

Now the only ones left are the twins to tell, might as well, but how? If I just go up and say, 'hey I'm really a girl,'they won't believe me, and I don't want them to find out the way Mori did. What could I do... I'll probably end up doing something stupid.

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And now Mori knows
What next

Sorry it's not that good, I just can't think and I felt like I needed to update.
Hope you like it!

Whoever can guess who Shiki is (and get it right), will have the next chapter dedicated to them.

Have a good rest of summer!