The Only Constant is Change

It's Haruhi, Kaoru, and Hikaru's final year at Ouran. Dynamics are changing and evolving... What will happen to the Host Club Members?

Author's Note: This story takes place about 8 months after the events in A Faire Shot at Mythology. It can be read as a stand alone, but it references events and items from that piece as well. If you are reading my work for the 1st time, I would humbly suggest reading my other stories The Game and A Faire Shot at Mythology before reading this to completely understand some of the relationship dynamics that I use. I promise that if you like this style of writing you will like those too. =)


63. Fear

A faint movement to her left woke Haruhi just enough to ascertain that all of the Host Club members had fallen asleep, though someone (probably Takashi) had woken at least enough to turn off the movie.

After Tamaki had returned from the farmer’s market, the rain had begun in earnest. So when Kyouya and Hani had finally woken and gotten enough coffee in them to make them coherent, the group had decided to spend the day in a relatively quiet manner. Takashi and Haruhi pushed some furniture out of the way to work on a few of the new yoga positions Takashi’s sister had emailed pictures of from her recent retreat. Hikaru and Kaoru had gracefully flopped on opposite ends of one of the couches, mirroring each other, one leg pulled up, sketchbooks propped against a knee, and their free leg pressed against the other’s. When Hani learned of Tamaki’s idea for snacks, he enthusiastically agreed to help Tama figure out what they needed to do, causing Kyouya to try keep a straight face as he sat at the dining room table in front of his computer creating an expenditures spreadsheet, listening to the two blond men argue good naturedly about proper food preparation technique.

As it turned out, proper technique or not, all the Host Club members agreed that the snacks were delicious, which made Tamaki beam with pride for a full hour. After eating and determining that the rain wasn’t likely to let up for the rest of the afternoon, Kaoru had suggested a movie marathon and Hikaru suggested that they just pull the mattresses and pillows from the other rooms to make one large area where they could all relax.

It was a brilliant idea actually. We all could stretch out without worrying about kicking someone or falling off the couch. Haruhi was just about to curl back into Kyouya who was spooning against her when another movement and a shadow rising from the mattresses woke her up completely. She watched as Hani cautiously made his way around the sleepers and walked over to stare out one of the windows into the night. Having made the identification, she was just about to close her eyes when a trick of the moonlight showed her the expression on Hani’s face. I have never seen Hani look so sad. Impulsively, she quietly extricated herself from Kyouya’s arms and crawled off the mattress. Grabbing a blanket that Hikaru had kicked off sometime in the night, she wound it around her shoulders to ward of the faint chill in the air as she padded silently over to her friend and mentor.

“Hani-sempai, what is the matter,” she asked as quietly and as gently as she could, not wanting to startle him.

Hani swiveled fast at the sound and Haruhi could see him warring with the need to talk and the need to put on a brave face for her. It was the pure concern and care in the honorific she gave him that decided it for him. Turning to look back out the window, he answered, “I don’t know if I can do it.” And then even more quietly, “I don’t know if I can handle being away from him for that long.”

Silently Haruhi stepped up to stand next to him and wrapped one corner of the blanket around his shoulders before reaching out to take his hand. Squeezing gently, she just stood next to him offering her support, sensing that he still had more that he wanted to say.

“I have been trying to figure out why the council suddenly decided this, and the only thing that I can guess is that someone from one of our rival families found out about us and told the Masters. I know it wasn’t someone from House Zouka, we have their support. The council has always been behind us, I don’t know what changed to have them suddenly turn like this. The final Masters Quest has always been difficult, that’s kind of the point, but they have never separated us like this before. Houses were still able to function as a support structure, even if they were forbidden from actively assisting the initiate. In the case of Takashi and me, we were raised and trained together specifically with the goal of bringing the Art into the modern world. For ages, Samurai were trained to be lone assassins in service of their Master, the Emperor. They may have served in companies or worked with other Samurai as needs required but as so many stories of Ronin have told, they were still essentially lone warriors. This was the structure that our Art is based on. As the world changed and business wealth overrode the feudal system, partnerships and corporations became the most efficient way to achieve power.” Hani glanced over at Haruhi, “you already know how slow the pace is for change in the system. Sixty years is nothing in comparison to centuries of tradition. But there was enough of a realization of the need to change or risk the loss of the entire tradition that when Takashi and I were born, just days apart that the council decided that we would be the first to usher in the new age.” He sighed quietly, “Takashi and I have never been apart for more than a week our entire lives… and now they want us to separate us for what could be years.” A tear slipped down his cheek as his voice cracked on the last word.

Immediately, Haruhi sat down on the window seat and pulled Hani down with her, wrapping her arms around him and holding him as tightly as she could.

It was this last wordless show of support that finally broke Hani’s last bit of control. Tightening his arms around her, he shook with sobs that were all the more heartbreaking in their silence. Finally, the shaking subsided and he said quietly, “We were trained from birth to be the perfect match for the other, so how is it wrong that we are lovers as well as partners? Our House doesn’t see the difference, but someone must. For all that we are in the 21st Century where homosexuality is common and becoming accepted, the Council is stuck in the era of WWII where it was taboo… and now that they know they are trying to destroy what they created.”

“I can’t speak for the close-mindedness of the Council, but I can tell you that there is no doubt in my mind that you and Takashi belong together in a way that most people will never understand. Together you are formidable and that could be the reason for the sudden change of the Council’s plan. They know you respect your heritage and your culture, but it sounds like they underestimated what they thought was going to happen. They wanted perfect obedience and adherence to the old ways while demonstrating a token effort to become more modern. You and Taka push boundaries – you are the youngest ever to test for your final mastery, you ignored tradition and chose me as a student knowing I was both commoner and female, and you are homosexual.”

“That may need to be amended to bi, or at least pansexual, when it comes to you,” Hani made a weak attempt at a smile as he looked up at her.

“Maybe,” Haruhi kissed his head with a slight smirk, “but I have a feeling I am an anomaly. If I hadn’t joined the Host Club, it wouldn’t even be a question. You both knew how to flirt with the clients, but anyone who really knew you, also knew you only had feelings for each other and it would have taken a really extraordinary woman to come between that.”

“Are you calling yourself extraordinary?” Hani teased.

Haruhi blushed a deep red, “No!! That’s not what I meant. I’m not extraordinary at all. I am just me. What I meant to say is I don’t know of any female at Ouran who had enough of a combination of bravery and intelligence to hold either of your interests for long.”

“I can think of one,” Hani kissed her cheek.

Haruhi ignored his teasing in her attempt to get the rest of her thought out. “It was so obvious you two had a best-friends-cousinly-protector connection, though I don’t think that anyone realized it was deeper than that. It was kind of intimidating even as every girl wanted to have that same level of devotion directed at her.”

Hani sighed, “No one other than you really stood a chance, and even then I would be lying if I said that I anticipated how important you would be to not only Takashi and me, but to everyone in the Host Club. You were an anomaly Haru-chan and one that I know all of us are grateful for.”

Haruhi tightened her arms around him and she mumbled and embarrassed, “Thanks.”

“I mean it. There is every possibility that this situation with the Master Quest would have occurred regardless of you becoming our student and friend. You are right about Takashi and me pushing boundaries. It was not always well received to say the least.” Hani sighed and stifled a yawn as he relaxed a bit more against her. “But as hard as this is going to be, I know, it would be worse without you and the rest of the guys supporting us. It is going to be hell not being with him daily, but we do have technology on our side.”

“Technology and some crafty and influential friends,” Haruhi replied taking her turn to stifle a yawn. “You do know that neither the twins nor Kyouya would let you get to the point that you couldn’t communicate with the other or any of us for that matter, right?”

“I know,” Hani replied. “Honestly, it is the only thing giving me the strength to do this.”

“You and Takashi will do this, we all will support you in any way we can, and then when you have achieved your final Mastery, we will sit back and watch you and the other Masters like Zhi change the martial arts world for the better.”

“You won’t just be watching, Haru-chan… I expect you to be right there at our sides.”

“Yes, Sensei.”



The warmth of a hand on his arm brought Takashi fully awake. Opening his eyes, he saw Kyouya looking at him. Acknowledging the gaze with a nod, he saw Kyouya make a motion towards the window. In the faint glow from the moonlight, he could see a bundle with two heads, curled up in one of the window seats. With a smile he nodded as he read Kyouya’s intent behind the liquid silver eyes.

As silently as Haruhi had moved earlier, they both got up from the mattresses and walked over to the window where Hani and Haruhi had fallen asleep. Gently as possible not so as not to awaken them, Kyouya pulled the blanket slowly back and leaned down to pick up Haruhi, while Takashi did the same for Hani. Incoherent mumblings slipped from Haruhi’s lips as she instinctively curled into the warmth of Kyouya’s arms and he couldn’t resist a soft kiss to her forehead. Looking over, he saw Takashi do the same with Hani and whisper something into his ear.

Still in unspoken accord, they carried their lovers back to the mattresses and the rest of their unconventional chosen family.

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