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Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club; I'm just too poor.

I do not know who I want to set Haruhi up with in the end… suggestions? I really like them all…

Settings: Story set after the manga

Prologue

Dear Mother in heaven,

This is the first time I have ever thought this way, the first time that I feel as though I want to cling on to my life. So, please, don't take me away yet. My black and white life has just become coloured.

Am I selfish for thinking this way?

I want to see you, see your smiling face and feel your confidence radiating on me, but now, just a little longer…

Chapter 1

"What the hell were you thinking?" Hikaru stormed through the corridor punching Tamaki across his left cheek. Breathing hard, he rewinds for another strike.

"Calm down Hika-chan!" Honey cried, grabbing the black haired teenager's fist with ease, "It isn't Tama-chan's fault."

Hikaru pulled his fist away from the blonde, "Not his fault? Not his fault?! If he didn't-"

"That's enough, Hikaru." Kyoya glanced at him from behind his lenses, a flickering of light that reflected off of his glasses made him look oddly sinister. Sensing Kyoya's cold tone, Hikaru grunted loudly, to let out his anger; he aimed a kick at the wall.

"If this is how you are to her, I'm going to take her away." He muttered to him with a dark look before stalking away to stand beside his brother.

Tamaki sat in silence, his eyes blank, the pain in his chest shook his body; it was tearing him apart, so much that the sting in his cheek felt almost like relief. He shivered slightly when he felt someone lifting him up. It was all his fault, his childishness caused this, and Haruhi… he could not bear to think anymore. If he could, he would move himself to a corner of the room and start planting mushrooms, but he could not find the power within himself to that.

Perhaps it was better to give her to Hikaru, perhaps if she chose him this would never have happened.

His thoughts were broken by an unfamiliar man.

"Are you the patient's family?" A man wearing a white cloak and mask walked out of the emergency room, he had a dark gleam in his eyes.

"You may speak to me." Kyoya commanded the doctor, who swallowed.

"Yes, master Kyoya." He nodded, "the patient suffered several bone injuries as well as internal injuries, her sight… he have done the best we can…"

Hikaru frowned, "What the hell do you mean by that?" his voice menacing.

"We may have saved them, or we might have not. We cannot know for sure until the tests are complete." The doctor continued, ignoring Hikaru's silence and the dark aura emitting from his twin, "Her concussion… it has damaged her brain, we are not quite sure to what extent, that would depend on the patient."

"Damn it! What are you sure about?"

Kyoya glanced at Hikaru, who winced at the hostility, "Please continue."

"She may be lucky and could recover very soon, that chance is very slim, though not impossible. Most likely though, she would never be able to function as a normal citizen of society again. There is also the possibility of her becoming a vegetable, which would be a worse case scenario, this result is also very likely judging by the extent of her injury." He hesitated at the expressions of the boys in front of him. The loud one had gone quiet and had shocked written all over his face, his twin wore a similar expression, the tall one wore a hard gaze, it made the air around him thicken, the child had his face down, the doctor was not sure why, although the child looked as though he was about to cry, he also looked dangerous, with his eyes behind the curtain of his hair. The one with glasses showed nothing, though it was obvious to a doctor that his restraint was cracking, they were all like that. The blonde one had an expression of utmost pain; devastation, remorse, incredulity, it was the one worn by parents who lost their children, those who were on the borderline between sanity and insanity. Feeling his agony, the doctor gave him a pained look, if only he was stronger, he may have been able to help the girl.

"She was moved to intensive care just now, if you wish to see her, you may." He smiled sadly at them, it was all he could do, though he could only imagine their expressions going through a turn for the worse if they actually saw her, he could at least ease the burden on their heart.

"Thank you, doctor." Kyoya bowed, his head, and turned, leading the group away from the emergency room.

"Stop sulking, you idiot." He smacked Tamaki on the back of his head, which surprised everyone so much that they forgot to look solemn and glum, "She's not dead, so you should be hoping and giving her moral support. Do you honestly think anything else you feel will help her recover miraculously?"

Tamaki hung his head again, "Yes, but it's my fault."

Kyoya stared back at him for a second before recomposing back into his old, cold, expression.

"But Tama-chan, when Haru-chan wakes up, what are you going to do?" Honey asked him, brown eyes brimming with tears. Tamaki looked at the ceiling, he stuck his hands into his pockets and walked on behind Kyoya.

"I don't know, Honey-sempai."

*Three months later *

"Haruhi! We're here again; we brought you your homework. Geez, you have a lot to do when you wake up! You're sure lucky you learned everything before hand already!" Kaoru laughed, setting down an inch of paper on the large pile that was already towering by the bed.

"We miss you at the host club, services are hard with so few people. We have only been able to recruit two people, having four guys running the host club is such a pain, so stop slacking off already, Haruhi." The black haired male gently punched the sleeping girl in the arm, "When will you wake up? The doctor already said you're not a vegetable. So why? Does it have to be him?" His voice darkening near the end of the sentence.

Hikaru lowered his head, swallowed hard, and sighed, while Kaoru stood near, frowning at his brother.

"Haha, Haruhi, these guys are so immature aren't they? King won't see you because he's being stupid, and Hikaru's blaming himself for no reason. So when you wake up, just beat them both up!" His laughter filled the room, but slowly died away.

Term already started for one month, since Haruhi was hurt during the beginning of summer break, she has missed a whole month of school already. Everyone is taking turns looking after her, all except one that is. He was no longer 'qualified' to meet her in his own opinion, though that sounded ridiculous to everyone else, he had made it his own personal goal to never see her again, and that is what he shall do.

"Hika-chan, Kao-chan, you are so early, not fair!" A sweet voice squealed from the doorway.

"Only because you were eating cake again, Honey-senpai!" Kaoru groaned, pouting at the little boy.

"Hmph! But they had special dessert today." He whined, pouting so much that Kaoru's anxious face broke into a smile. Mori carried Haninozuka and dropped him beside the girl's bed. He set a piece of cake on top of the papers that the twins brought.

"Ne… Haru-chan… I'm sorry for not visiting for so long. You don't hate me, do you? I'll even let you borrow my Bun-chan." He had tears in his eyes as he held out the pink bunny to her face. Everyone in the room simply stared at him, knowing that she will just stay still, allowing her hair to grow ever longer, and that she will not respond to anyone again, though hoping for her to open her eyes again, even if she could not see the world around her, even if she were to live in darkness for the rest of her life.

Mori stood up and walked to Mitsukuni, they will have to leave soon after the short visit. Or at least, it was Honey's turn to try to persuade that idiot of theirs, since everyone knew that she would not wake up to anyone else's voice.

"Honey-senpai?" A raspy voice whispered, the girl lifted one tired eyelid to look at the blonde boy, "Why am I here?"

Silence was her answer as her plain response caused everyone's eyes to go wide with astonishment.

"Haruhi?" The first to speak was Kaoru, who was on the other side of the bed, "hey! Do you see me?" he waved his hand in front of her, she blinked and turned her head towards him.

"Stop that." She commanded monotonically, looking at him in the eye.

"Haru-chan!" The boy jumped on to the bed and hugged the girl, his eyes flowed with tears again while he wailed loudly. "I thought… we thought… Haru-chan!"

"Ah, I'm sorry to have worried you, Honey-senpai."She sat up with Kaoru trying to support her, which she dodged with an awkward look in her eye that Kaoru missed, "I'm really sorry." She apologized again, patting his back.

"Haruhi!" Recovering from shock, Hikaru piled on to their hug and grabbed on to the back of Haruhi's pyjama shirt while he too had droplets in his eyes, though thankfully, no wailing.

The few people laughed and cried, they shared their amazement with Kyoya and Tamaki over text messages, in their brief happiness; they forgot the main character – Haruhi.

"Get off me please." She pushed Hikaru off with a blank expression of her face, causing the usual stone cold Mori to frown.

"Haruhi," He said over Hikaru's protest, catching the rest's attention, "do you know who I am?" He spoke in a low but clear voice, making sure that he could catch her attention.

"Mori-senpai, not like I'm saying you're stupid or anything but she obviously knows who you are, she recognizes Honey-senpai right? She can talk and move properly, the doctors didn't find anything weird, she can see, what's more to ask?" Kaoru complained in an arrogant tone, but with the overwhelming happiness that he had felt, that was not nearly as offensive as he had intended.

"Yeah, Mori-senpai, I-"

"I do not."

Both Hikaru and Kaoru turned to face her with glazed stares, as though not understand what she's talking about. Even Mori widened his eyes slightly. Honey, on the other hand, smiled at her.

"Haru-chan, it's not nice to trick people right now." Honey wagged his index finger at her, "Everyone's really worried about you, so you shouldn't play jokes."

Haruhi stared back at him impassively, "I don't understand you, Honey-senpai."

"You, really don't know who I am?" Hikaru asked incredulously, pointing at himself.

She shook her head slowly, "It could just be an after effect, if I really do know you, then I will eventually remember. Were we close?" She smiled lightly at him, though her expression looked stiff.

"We have been in the same class for three years, we spent our entire high school life together." Hikaru paused, "we were very close friends." Kaoru nodded beside him.

"And that's Mori-senpai." Kaoru pointed at the tall man, "He is always with Honey-senpai."

"King and the demon are on their way." He added, "They'll be here… now." He sighed as the door was slammed open.

"My daughter! Haruhi! Are you all right? Did anyone hurt you? Should Daddy avenge you?" And the idiot returns, forgetting his oath to never meet Haruhi again.

"Ah, Kyoya-senpai, you had a hair-cut." She greeted him warmly, ignoring the words of Tamaki.

"So he couldn't keep his promise after all." Hikaru whispered darkly under his breath, grinning, though a little sadly, "So tell me, why do you remember them," he pointed at Kyoya and Honey, who now took the lead spot in sitting beside her, while the rest huddled in a corner of the hospital, "but not the rest of us? That makes no sense."

"The doctors did say that getting off with no injuries would be a miracle. But to selectively erase the memories of people are just mean." Kaoru pouted at Haruhi, "Don't you remember me at all? We were this close." He hugged Haruhi tightly, causing her to wince.

"It's alright! Daughter! From now on I will teach you everything you should have learned all over again, Daddy will help you!" Tamaki started, shining brightly, "First we must start with etiquette, so you can become as dazzling as prince charming, like me. Then, you will learn the importance of-"

"Please be quiet, my head hurts." She said, expression blank again now that she has pushed off Kaoru, "Where is my dad?" She asked after a short silence, in which Tamaki had proceeded to planting mushrooms in a corner of the room.

"He's on his way." Kyoya replied, shutting his phone.

"I see…" Haruhi looked in Tamaki's direction, guilt consuming her stomach, "Erm, you know, it was pretty interesting and all…" She muttered matter-of-factly in an attempt to cheer the guy up.

"Ah I see! So now I will continue!" Tamaki rose immediately, his speedy recovery stunning Haruhi to silence.

Hikaru and Kaoru tipped their heads towards each other, "Is it just me or have I seen this somewhere before?"

And, their journey begins again, adventuring between fragments of broken memories and creating new ones to compete against the old.