Author's Note: I take no credit for the show, Ouran Koukou Host Club. The plot line and characters rightfully belong to it's creator. The only character I take credit of is Itou-Rima Fujioka.
Prologue - Sudden News
It was starting to get late, ten at night to be exact when the phone suddenly rang. Ryoji Fujioka quickly hurried to the device before the loud rings could awaken his sweet daughter, Haruhi. "Fujioka residence." he muttered into the phone, slight agitation in his tone. Who in the world would be calling so late at night? The okama male ran his fingers through his long orange like hair, propping a hand on the table the phone stood at when the soft voice answered. When it did, his eyes widened slightly; surprise clear in his eyes.
"Neh, father? You sound upset that I'm calling." the girl's soft voice trilled from the phone, sounding as playful and innocent as the day she left. Ryoji shook his head, gathering his thoughts once more. There was a warm smile on his face as he hung his head forward. "Rima-chan? So good to finally hear your voice. You sound so much older now." he commented. There was a short pause on the other end, followed by a string of giggles. "Why thank you father, I enjoy being called old." the girl called Rima retorted in the same playful tone.
Ryoji smiled as well, keeping his eyes down-casted. "Not that I'm not happy to hear from you in a way other than letters, but is something wrong?" he asked in a wavering voice. He became slightly concern. Like Haruhi, Itou-Rima was a very independent girl whom rather handle things alone than with others. It was odd for her to call out of the blue. Now that he thought about it, this would be the first time in ten years. The thought came to the man by surprise. Had it really been that long since he had heard from his eldest daughter; neither less seen her? He re-called the last week here and grit his teeth. It was not a very pleasant week, he'd hate to admit. And he hated sending her off to that boarding school in England on such a note. But, it was her decision to go.
"Hello? Did you not hear me?" Rima asked when no response came to her answer. Ryoji shook his head, snapping away from his train of thought. A nervous chuckle left his lips as he scratched the back of his head. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that for me, please?" he asked, working hard to keep his voice to a low whisper. Glancing back, he was glad to see that Haruhi had not awoken. He heard Rima sigh before she re-stated her answer, "I'm coming home."
The okama straightened his posture in response, his eyes glittering with tears. "Rima-chan? Do you really mean that?" he asked in a chocked voice. An exasperated sigh was his response, followed by, "Yes, I do mean that. Though, I'm not sure. Should we meet up at a restaurant?" her voice than became uncertain, causing him to glower deeply. "What's wrong, Rima-chan? I thought you said you were coming home. So why are we meeting at a restaurant?" he demanded, working to keep his tone calm now. "It's about Haruhi. I don't know if she still hates me." was the answer he got. This only caused him to frown even more.
"That's nonsense. Rima. I'm sure she does not hate you." he assured her. He thought back to the last week once more, shaking his head. That was the first fight Haruhi and Rima got into. And it was a fight that broke their close bond. They haven't spoken ever since. Whenever Rima wrote to Haruhi, she never got a reply from her. It was his job to inform Rima of such a hear-breaking news. And eventually, the letters stopped coming all together.
"Well, I got to go. I need to pack. I should be home by the end of the week." than the connection broke and a long ringing came from the receiver. Ryoji blinked his eyes before sighing, placing the phone onto it's cradle once more. He shook his head before heading off to bed; pulling down the ends of his nightgown.