Disclaimer: Ouran High School Host Club, and all its entities, belongs to Bisco Hatori.
"The Refugee" by Pekorimomo
Prologue
The small girl called out loud for her father. Several teenagers walked past, laughing cheerfully with drinks in their hands. Another woman bumped softly against her shoulder, uttering a soft "sorry" to the young girl. Her voice bounced against the windbreakers and scarves in the crowd traveled no further. The girl stood where she currently was, eyes squinted about to cry.
A giant glow erupted from the horizon out north. The desire to cry ceased as her palm instinctively curved around the sleeve of her pink wool coat. Several cries and exclamations of curiosity rung in the air as arms rose above the crowd to point at the dry heat. The face of the jovial teenager was illuminated, and the girl saw the teenager's expression lighted by surprise.
The orange glow dimmed quickly, as fast as it had appeared. With the last of the light, the girl saw her warm breath against the cool air.
"Oh Haruhi! There you are!" A worried voice called out behind her. She ran towards her father's outstretched arms.
"I was so worried!" He shouted. She nudged against the fabric on her father's shoulder.
He set her down. "We're holding hands until we get home. I don't want to lose my precious daughter in this crowd. Especially with that weird light…do you think the fireworks started already?"
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R&R Thank you!
A/N. New fic, new beginnings. My motivation came from my noticing that the Ouran portion of seems to be dying from updates and new stories, probably all because of the slow progress of the manga, as well as the sad fact that the anime's been over for well over two years now. Do try and keep this section alive, guys!