I'm using gender neutral pronouns for this oneshot. :)

Requested by: tophat_wearing_ghost

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You were the bubbly and sweet child next door. The older sibling figure Haruhi would soon grow to love. Your parents were both incessant workaholics and so it fell upon the two of you to keep each other company and keep the forces of loneliness from eating away at the two of you.

Haruhi Fujioka loved you.

And you loved her too.

The traumatic event had occurred so suddenly, your parents were going through a divorce. And not only that but on your way home a drunk driver had hit you and sent you flying. You were not expected to live and even if you did you would be forced to spend the rest of your life confined to a hospital bed or a wheelchair.

"Promise me, Haruhi." (Promise me, Ned. Get this reference? XD)

"Anything, (Name)," she takes your hand and sits closer to you.

Brushing your hand through her long locks, a sad smile works its way to your face and you lean in to give the young middle school girl a chaste kiss on her forehead.

"Don't leave me, please."

"I will never leave you, (Name)."

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Why did her feelings have to wane?

"I love you Haruhi," Tamaki confesses, "I know you love me too."

She wants to say yes to his confession, happiness is etched into her lovely face and as her lips begin to form the word "yes" your promise suddenly rings out like a sucker punch that leaves her breathless.

"Promise me, Haruhi."

How could she?

How could she think of saying yes to Tamaki's confession when she had you?

How could she think of betraying you?

How could she come so close to hurting you?

Your sad smile and tear stained eyes dominate her mind and she coldly turns down the blonde host.

"I have someone else, senpai," she says cooly before walking away.

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Putting down your book, you greet the short brunette holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit you regularly," she says sheepishly, awkwardly rubbing the nape of her neck. "I've been busy with school."

There is a frown that pulls at your lips as you look out of the window, "(Ex-Lover's Name) visited me."

A dark flicker appears in Haruhi's eyes, "what did you do?"

You look back at her and take her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I told her that I had you."

Relief washes over Haruhi as she tells you of Tamaki's confession and how she rejected him. You pat her head with a fond smile on your face.

"Good girl," you coo, "you're a good girl for refusing that blonde asshole."

"And I've trained you well, (Name), to refuse that lowlife scum you used to love."

"We've trained each other well," you correct.

Hands wrapping around each other possessively, you smile a little wider when you catch sight of the scar around your ring fingers. You had 'marked' each other on Haruhi's last birthday to remind yourselves of your devotion to each other. You remember the searing pain of the pocket knife grinding across the flesh of your ring finger and the tears that threaten to fall out of Haruhi's eyes as you do the same to her. You recall the love and relief in your eyes as you bandage your small wounds.

"Rings can be taken off," you explain, "these scars will stay with us forever."

"Just like our love," she grins as she kisses your ring finger.

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"Forever," she asks.

"Forever," you promise as you lean down to give her a tender and lingering kiss.

You were a demented and twisted little couple. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was she was your insane little bitch and vice versa.

You were each your own batshit crazy lover.