A crispy fanfic of haruhi x taquitos

haruquitos

Great, she thought, after getting caught at this all rich-person school, I'm stuck at a club where I host girls and court them until my debt is repaid.
Haruhi Fujioka was a commoner who was lucky enough to be granted a scholarship to the prestigious school known as Ouran Academy. However, on her first day, she knocked over a vase that she knew she would never be able to repay with actual money for. She was forced to join this "Host Club" to repay her debt.
After a long day of made-up romance, Haruhi practically collapsed onto a sofa in the club room.
"What's the matter, Haruhi?" Kyoya asked as he walked by. "It's only been a week and you're already exhausted?"
"Oh, hush up, Kyoya-senpai," Haruhi mumbled, "I just need a break."
"We could always take a break by eating food!" Honey-senpai exclaimed.
"Sounds like a plan to us," the Hitachiin twins said.
Everyone began to argue on what food was best or what they should eat. Mori-senpai made his was through the chaos and silently placed a plate of taquitos on the table in front of Haruhi.
"Oh, Mexican food sounds good," Kyoya said.
Hikaru shrugged as if saying I don't care and thus, the Host Club walked out of the classroom to go to a Mexican restaurant.
Well, all except Haruhi.
She had laid her eyes on the taquitos Mori-senpai had placed in front of her. She couldn't stop staring at them, and found herself gradually inching towards them.
        I can't do this Haruhi told herself. This isn't like me.
However, she couldn't help herself pick up a taquito and hold it between her fingers.
She wanted to stop herself, to put the taquito down and join the others, but she couldn't control herself. She was using all her energy to pull the taquito away from her, but everything she did made her craving worse, her lust for the spice increasing more and more.
She couldn't do it. She took a bite.
The heat lit up the inside of her mouth, her tongue moving along where it started to burn. She bit into the taquito more and more, letting her craving become deeper and deeper, her self control becoming worse and worse.
Eventually, she took the final bite and let out a soft moan. But she still craved more. She looked down once more at the five taquitos left on the table and one by one, ate them all, letting the spice burn her throat, never stopping to calm down. The more she ate, the more she needed. She couldn't stop herself. Or rather, she wouldn't stop herself. She enjoyed this too much, the feeling of biting into a fresh taquito, the heat hitting her tongue, the saliva beginning to form once more, the spice lighting the back of her throat on fire. She loved it, she loved everything about it, she never wanted it to stop. She probably wouldn't have stopped except,
She ran out of taquitos.
But she needed more. She needed to calm her urge, her craving. She couldn't handle herself, and after realizing she needed the taquitos to survive now, she ran. Haruhi ran down the halls of the school and out the front doors. She looked around, desperately trying to find the spice she was longing for.
She ran frantically to the nearest Mexican restaurant, but the more she ran, the more she realized she would never make it on time. She began to pant as she ran, the sweat forming beads on her forehead and dripping down her face. She slowed down, eventually coming to a stop, before looking up once more. She saw the restaurant. She was so close. She could even see her fellow Host Club members' car. She began to walk to the restaurant, still panting, when Haruhi suddenly collapsed onto the concrete.
What am I doing? Haruhi thought. She thought about how, if she had controlled herself, she could've gone to the restaurant and ordered taquitos there. She could've been with her friends.
But now, it was too late. Once Haruhi realized her fate, she pulled out a paper from her pocket and used the last bit of strength she had left to unfold the white sheet and look at the photo of taquitos one last time. Tears began to form in her eyes as her vision got blurry and she started sniffling. She knew this would be the last thing she ever did, so she crumpled the photo and began to shove it into her mouth. She and her taquitos would be together forever this way, since it would be the last thing she ever did. Content, Haruhi began to close her eyes and accepted her fate.
There was a flash, than an explosion. Those nearby would only know to a basic degree of what happened, and those who only heard the loud noise could try their best to explain it, but either way, no one would ever understand what happened. But the truth of Haruhi Fujioka is that she, after going two minutes without feeding her yearning for taquitos, imploded, and has created a large hole going through the center of the Earth all the way from where it originated, Ouran, Japan, to Harry Potter World, Florida, America.
Her funeral was short due to a low budget, but all the Host Club members were there, with many mixed feelings about the situation. The most emotional was Kyoya, for not getting his money back off of Haruhi. As all things do, the funeral came to an end and the Host Club members filed out, one by one. Mori-senpai was the last to say goodbye, leaving a gift for Haruhi on her grave.
The gift? A plate of six taquitos, fresh from the oven and full of spices.