A/n: I do not own Ouran sadly. Spoiler warning! You have been warned!

The Night We Met

It was a cold rainy night as I walked home. I was shocked when I found out that there were Ouran schools over here in America. It reminded me of some of the best days of my life. I would do anything to relive those days again. Well, at least I am a very wealthy lawyer now, I could go back to Japan, but then I remembered him. He was the last person I ever loved. Tamaki Sou. Tears welled up in my eyes. Then I got a call o my work phone. " Hello, Haruhi Fujioka, lawyer speaking, how may I help you?" I asked. "Wait, Kyouya? Yes.... I'm in America..... wait.... you know how to speak English?Tamaki murdered who? On my way." were my last words before I left for Japan.

"Flight to Bunkyō, Tokyo first class boarding in 10 minutes." said a voice over the speakers. I sighed. The 23 hour plane flight to Japan. One of the good things about being rich, you can afford the express jets that when a normal flight takes 23 hours, you can be there in 16. I got on board and could not believe who I saw. "Yuzuru Suo-san?" I asked. The man looked over at me and said "I don't know who your talking to, but I'm not Yuzuru Sou." he said as he gave me a wink. I smiled. He reminded me of that dumb blonde Tamaki. I looked next to him. She looked just like him, him being Tamaki. "Are you Tamaki's mom?" I asked. She gave me a nod. She looked so sick and fragile, almost as if she did not have much time left. She looked at me. "How do you know about Tamaki and me?" she asked. "I, uh, went to school with him and he could never stop talking about his beautiful mother, so I just assumed it was you. But what are you doing here on this plane to Tokyo from America? Aren't you supposed to be in France?" I asked. She had a gleam in her eye. Not the good kind of gleam. I shivered. "You ask a lot of questions, lawyer." she said with a bite. "What's your name, lawyer?" "Haruhi Fujioka, working on why your son supposedly murdered his grandma."