Akito Making Sushi.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran

Chapter 2.

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The pirouette of lightning and drum beat of thunder startled Akito out of his wonderland. He took a hand to the throbbing bongo beat in his head and slowly began to sit up, before he was even 50 degree's a small hand darted out and tried to push him back down, as another strike of lightning danced across the sky, the beat sounding momentarily later. With hazy eyes he followed the retreating arm back under the kotaktsu, to a heap of whimpering blanket. Akito reach for the heap, trying to do something with it, but he wasn't sure what. Instead the rush of movement made his stomach decide to quit as keeper of the food, and he threw up instead. The blanket fell away from the heap, revealing a terrified face in the undercoat of the lightings white tutu. The vomit continued its march on the haven the blanket creature had made under the table, hastily the blanket creature began making its retreat, hitting its human like head on the low ceiling of the table, as another white dancer pirouetted across the sky to the low rumble of bass. The creature shrieked, its hair standing out in all directions as it turned a ghostly white. Finally the creature made it out from under the table and into the cold embrace of a nearby wardrobe, which was incontinently filled with poisonous mushrooms. Akito's vision blurred, emphasis being made on the mushrooms and he slowly dipped back into his realm of halfness, sprawled out on the floor unable to help himself.

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A tendril of steam carrying the scent of miso soup crawled out of the pot it was stewing in and floated across the room in lazy swirls, filtering itself through the paper doors and marched two fold up Akito's right nostril. Slowly Akito opened one eye, then the other, then blink. He repeated this process several times, slowly the inner Ootori made his way to the surface of the empty shell that had become of Akito. The clang of pots and pans, cupboards being rustled through and the low mumble of a complaining person assaulted his ears. Such sounds would never be heard in the Ootori household, yet such sounds were welcome to his empty ears. The room was the perfect temperature, despite all the luxuries the Oorori home had to offer, it always seemed to be a few degrees below comfortable; due to the frozen hearts that roamed its halls. This room however was comfortable, physically and metaphorically. He could feel the floor through the futon he was sleeping on, but the way the futon seemed worn out in only certain places showed him that it had been well used and cared for. The sheets, though clean, had a stain of memories on them. He could almost feel the happiness, the sorrow, and now his own vomit, emitting out of them. His inner Ootori was telling him to run, to leave this place as soon as possible it wasn't natural for something to be this warm, this comfortable, this welcoming, this, this… there were no words to describe the feeling… it was just 'this'. His inner Ootori was banging and clanging inside the little box it had hid itself in, trying desperately to escape, whilst the empty shell decided it wanted some of this warm filling and so Akito lay there.

However the empty shell was new to this commandeering business, and did not secure the padlock on the inner Ootoris' cage properly, and with a final rush of rationality Akito made the long hike up into the land of upright… His Ootori training keeping him from wincing as the bongo drums in his head went to a rave party for a gig.

The faint aroma of the miso intensified at this height, in a huge inhale of breath it raced up his nose, taming the bongo and chased his inner Ootori to the edge of his left ear. So far to the edge, that one simple push would have all his Ootori training out the window, metaphorically speaking. A damp cloth fell from the air and landed with a soft 'thunk' in his lap. Sheepishly he rubbed his brow. A bowl filled with vomit, lay far enough to not be able to smell it, and re puke, but still close enough for it to be of convenient use, was sitting next to a bucket filled with clothes that had mopped up his vomit from the previous night.

The door slid open, a platoon of miso aroma lines catapulted themselves over to him. Akito got giddy within them, they muted the stench of vomit, and sent him into a land of lull.

"Here take one of these" A girl with short brown hair, wearing the Ouran male uniform.. WAIT Ouran MALE uniform? So this chick was a dick? But more importantly, if she goes to Ouran she probably knows of Kyoya… Hell even if she DIDN'T go to Ouran she probably knows of Kyoya! Then she probably knows of me! He started looking around, trying to find a way to not take the pills the girl/boy was offering.

"What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost" she smiled. It was really cute, and calmed him immediately; he wished that she would smile like that all the time.

"Where am I?" he asked, Ootori mode turned on full blast.

"Well right now you are in apartment 15, Fujioka residence"

"And where is apartment 15?"

"Well this apartment is in south Tokyo (Don't know where ouran is… Can't remember any spots in Tokyo at the moment ahahah)"

Hmm, South Tokyo, land of the commoners… that's right he ventured deep into their lands last night in search of a bar famous for its shady bar tender and highly toxic drinks… now he was in the home of one of these repulsive things, he wasn't even sure you could call them human, commoners 'apartments'.

"I see" Akito said.

"Well I have to get going for school, my dad will be home soon, he wants to talk to you, so don't go anywhere kay?" another cute smile. Akito just nodded dumbly and watched as the commoner made its way out the door in the Ouran uniform… oh he had so much he wanted to ask that commoner… but for now, time to think up an escape plan.

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Akito had been resting peacefully. The miso that the girl/boy had left was tasty, and gone within a few minutes. After he'd eaten it, he'd decided to go back to sleep, feeling in the mood for a digestion nap. When he awoke again, the bowl of vomit was gone, the miso soup tray had been taken away, was the commoner home? He looked around in happiness, bit alas only the red headed cross dresser from the previous night could be seen, paying his respects to a shrine. Not wanting to intrude Akito lay down again, but his shuffling must have disturbed the cross dressers haven of silence because he suddenly turned around, a sweet smile that was masking a demon waiting to be unleashed was in full view.

"Well" The cross dresser opened its mouth as if ready to swallow the eldest Ootori whole, "What do we have here?"

The cross dressers voice was a match for his father's when he was blatantly hiding his demon under his happy sounding voice. Akito shuddered at thinking what the two of them would be like in the one room, especially if they were having a face off. Then he smirked, his father having a face off with a cross dresser hahaha.

"A freshly awoken drunk hmm?" Suddenly the cross dresser was kneeling before him, tears in his eyes… Akito wasn't sure if they were real or not.

"Do you see this lovely apartment? It is the last living memory, me and my beautiful, adorable, stunning, elegant *continuous overdoing praise for the next 5 minutes* daughter Haruhi have of Kotoko, my beautiful wife and Haruhi's late mother!"

Akito wasn't really sure where this was going.

"And now we are at risk of losing it all because of some silly punk who decided to down 5 rocketfuels" Eyes of the demon locked onto Akito, "We took him in" Angelic tears face," And looked after him when he was in trouble! If it wasn't for my lovely daughter then he would have died last night, out in the cold, on the unforgiving streets of down town commoner Tokyo! Ahh" with a final dramatic flourish the tears were gone and the demon man was back, "Unless that certain young man is willing to keep quiet and act like this incident never happened"

Akito nodded, "Your secrets safe with me"

Personally Akito didn't really want his secret to get out either. His father would most likely kill him for going into commoner land, and then drinking with them and then being rescued by a cross dresser. But it still didn't explain why that girl was wearing the Ouran uniform!

"Well I'm off to go celebratory shopping. You can either leave now and return home, or you can rest here a little longer, I can cook some 2 minute ramen if you would like. Haruhi always locks all the cupboards on me… something about how I'm irresponsible in the kitchen or something like that."

"Oh no, thanks for the offer I must decline. I think I shall head off home, but thank you ever so much for taking care of me last night."

No problems" The red headed cross dresser led Akito to the front door; they both trotted down the stairs and walked in separate directions.

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Akito pulled into the nearest ATM to pull some money out for a taxi ride back to the land of the rich.

Denied.

Smirking he tried again.

Denied.

Okay there was something wrong with this ATM. He went into the bank and tried at the desk.

"I'm sorry sir but this account was shut down."

"What about all related and associated accounts?" Akito asked, a slight tinge of panic was hidden in the undertone of his hung-over voice.

"Well the trust fund has begun to be emptied, but you can only take a certain amount of money out at a time. However all access had been barred. All I can give you is the remaining money from a backup account, that is in foreign currency, I shall convert it now"

The bank lady busied herself with the computer, the machine counted out the change, then she handed over the grand total of 1000 yen.

Akito sweat dropped. Looked like he wouldn't be returning to the land of the rich so soon after all. He pulled out his phone and called his father.

"Hello Ootori-Sama's office"

"Ahh, Mary, put me through to my fater please."

"Right away sir."

"Mr. Ootori"

"Father"

"Ahhh, so you have called"

"Why were my accounts cancelled?"

"Well as of now you are disowned and no longer have the right to call yourself an Ootori of this social standing. You are hence forth known as Akito"

"Why?"

"Why? Ha, have you not looked in the papers, any son who bashes on staff is no son of mine"

"How, can, I, redeem, myself?" Akito had fallen to his knees in them middle of the bank.

"I'll give you the rest of the money from your trust. With it, you must start your own empire and show me that you're are worthy of being an Ootori. I shall not interfere or watch your progress, but heed my warning, if anything shady happens, then you shall face the consequences"

"Yes Father"

Akito hung up the phone and headed glumly out the door, bumping into the same figure from the apartment that morning… what was her name Haruhi.

"Sorry" she looked up at him and smiled.

SO CUTE

"Ahh, Mister, from this morning… Dad told me that you left. Well, goodbye"

Akto watched as she walked further into the bank.

"Ahhh Haruhi, have you come to reay some more of your fathers debt?" the bank lady that had just served him said with a smile to the girl

DEBT?

"Yes, how much is left?"

"Hmmm let me see. Well it appears he went on a shopping trip and bought some expensive shoes, so that brings your debt back up to the fine total of 300 000 yen"

Haruhi sweat dropped.

HOW CAN SHE AFFORD TO GO TO OURAN? Was all that was racing through the ootori part of his brain, but the Empty shell was saying, go help her out.

Sighing Haruhi paid the bank lady.

She turned and left.

Akito quickly went up and checked how much money was left in his Trust.

'Perfect' a Cheshire smile made its way onto his face.

"Ahhh Fujioka-san wait up!"

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Akito was bowing before the girl, "Please, I've been kicked out of my home, I have nowhere else to go. I just need somewhere to stay, at least until"

"Ahh, your making a scene" she didn't look happy, "Please get up"

Akito humbly obeyed.

"I have 1000 yen, and I will pay 1000 yen a month, please just let me stay with…"

Haruhi's eyes twitched at the sound of 1000 yen a month. She blew out a sigh, "I guess you can move in with us"

And just like that Akito became part of the Fujioka family.