Alrriiiight I'm finally gonna upload this! I've kind of had this written for a while but I've been debating back and forth with what I wanna do with it and how to continue it. I figured I'd upload it to test the waters and who knows, maybe a little pressure will get me to actually work on it!

Enjoy!

"I see…so the train is something commoners use when they don't have cars?"

"Do you have to call it ahead of time like a taxi?"

"Will you two stop following me!" Haruhi snapped when the annoying twins from her class, Hikaru and Kaoru, followed her out of school after an eventful host club meeting. It hadn't taken long, but finally the entire club had found out she was a girl. It wasn't that she was trying to hide it or anything, it just didn't seem relevant to bring it up. After weighing the pros and cons (and calming down the annoying "prince" of the club, Tamaki) it was decided that she could remain a host on the condition that she could never reveal her gender as long as she worked there. Haruhi of course didn't have much say in this, but it was better than having to be the host club's dog, and she could pay off her debt faster by being a host.

Of course it would come at a cost, mostly her own sanity.

"We want to ride the train too!" The louder twin, Hikaru, exclaimed excited at the thought of commoner's transportation.

"I doubt it goes anywhere near where you live." Haruhi responded in an annoyed tone.

"You mean it doesn't just take you right to your house?" Kaoru asked even more curious than his brother.

"ugh…forget it, I have to get home and start dinner…" Haruhi sighed as she walked out the Ouran Academy gates towards the main road, praying that they wouldn't follow her.

"Bye Haru-hi! See you tomorrow!"
"Bye Haru-hi! See you tomorrow!" The twins said in a unison sing song tone,

Haruki reluctantly waved back at the twins as she walked down the sidewalk towards the train station. As she walked, Haruhi started to plan for the evening. She didn't even ask what time her dad was going to get home from work, so she probably should cook something that wouldn't spoil easily. Did she have everything she needed for dinner? They were running low on rice, maybe she should stop at the store on her way home?

And that's when everything went blank.

The next thing Haruhi knew she was opening her eyes, but quickly shut them as a bright light blinded her. What happened? Where was she? She could tell she was lying down, in a bed that wasn't very comfortable, and she could hear the faint sounds of beeping machines in the background.

"Oh my…she's waking up!"

"Quick get a doctor!"

Doctor? Was she in a hospital? That would explain the lights and noises. But why? In her wakened daze she tried to think back to the last thing she did, which was leave school to head home, same thing she did every day. Maybe she got injured? Did the train on the way home crash? Haruhi couldn't feel any pain on her body from injury, but then again it was possible she was pumped full of painkillers and thus couldn't feel a thing.

"Haruhi? Can you hear me…?" Came a woman's voice from above.

Haruhi finally managed to get her eyes adjusted to the fluorescent lights to allow herself to see where she was. Her suspicions were confirmed, she was definitely in a hospital. Especially made clear when she saw the female doctor standing above her body.

"I'm going to raise your bed."

Haruhi felt the surface beneath her move up into a more reclined position, which was a huge relief on her vision with the lights no longer beating down on her sensitive eyes. To her right was the young doctor again, holding a clipboard and looking at her with a very intense stare.

"Haruhi!" said a more familiar voice coming from Haruhi's left, and to her relief was her father, sitting right beside her bed. While Haruhi was happy to see him, she was taken aback by his appearance. The normally made up Ranka Fujioka looked like a wreck. His hair was in a mess and he was clearly not wearing any makeup, stubble had grown on his chin and the bags under his eyes made him look like he had aged at least five years! Haruhi could only imagine how worried he must have been while she was here, keeping himself up at night, staying by her bedside, she knew he would never leave her, which is what made her feel so guilty. But enough guilt, she was ready for some answers.

"Wha…*cough*…" Haruhi tried to speak but her throat felt scratchy and when she tried to get words out they sounded very horse.

"Have some water!" Ranka immediately poured some from a pitcher in a small cup and gently handed it to his daughter.

"Don't worry, it's normal for your voice to be a little rusty. After all you haven't used it in a while." The doctor said in a calm tone, "And to answer your question I assumed you were trying to ask, you were in an accident. A car being driven by a drunk driver hit you on your way home."

A car accident? That would explain why she couldn't remember, she probably was knocked unconscious or something as soon as it happened.

"You are a very lucky that your injuries weren't more severe…" The doctor added, "However, and don't be alarmed, you have been in a coma for five days."

Haruhi nearly spit out the water. Five days!? She was in a coma for five whole days!? In her mind she mentally thought about what she had planned for the past five days…there were assignments due…tests that had to be taken… This was really bad, at this rate she was gong to fall behind! She'll have to work extra hard in order to catch up!

Ranka saw the panic in his daughter's face and just smiled as he held her hand, "Don't worry, everything at work has been taken care of."

Work? What work? Did he mean the host club? How did her father know about that? And for that matter who cares about the stupid host club!? Part of her scholarship was that she had to maintain a specific class rank in order to have her tuition paid for, and despite the rather relaxed attitude the students gave off, Ouran was a very strenuous program! Surely the school wouldn't kick her out for missing a few days? She had been in a coma for heaven's sake!

"Anyway, you have experienced some head trauma, so I'd like to ask you a few questions. It's just routine to check for your memory," The doctor, whose name badge read Dr. Kijiro on it, explained while holding up her clipboard with one hand and a pen in the other, "Are you able to speak now?"

"Y-yes." Haruhi managed to get out, a bit better sounding than before.

"What is your full name?" The doctor asked carefully.

"H-Haruhi Fujioka."

"Date of birth?"

"February 4th."

"Parent's names?"

"Ryoji Fujioka and Kotoko Fujioka…" Haruhi looked over to her father who looked relieved upon her getting that answer right.

"Good, and when was the last date you can remember?"

Haruhi had to think about this one, "Umm…I think, April…7th…or was it the 8th?"

The doctor and her father looked up unexpectedly at that response.

"What?" Haruhi was the one asking now, "Well I'm not sure of the date but I know it's 2003…"

Now the two people in front of her looked absolutely pale.

"What? What's wro-?"

"Haruhi!" A loud voice filled the room when a tall man came bursting through the door without even a knock, then quickly rushed over to Haruhi and grabbed her hand, "Blast that business call…I'm so relieved you've awakened! How are you feeling? Did the doctor's already explain what happened to you?"

If Haruhi wasn't confused before, she was now. Who was this crazy man that just ran in and was now (uncomfortably) holding her hand? The man looked to be older, with platinum blonde hair that was style in a flowy manner. He was wearing a tailored blue suit which looked a little disheveled for some reason, his tie loose and the top of his shirt unbuttoned. And yet Haruhi felt like she knew him. She looked hard into the man's face, studying his features, and then she noticed, the man's piercing violet eyes.

"T-Tamaki-senpai…? What are you doing here?"

Tamaki looked confused by her word choice, but quickly changed his expression to a warm smile, "Well what kind of husband would I be if I wasn't here while you are in the hospital?"

Wait.

"W-what husband!?" Haruhi screeched as she ripped her hand out of Tamaki's and nearly jumped out of the bed.

"Huh? D-did I do something wrong, Haruhi!?" Tamaki cried back in the same manner in his own panic.

"If you would both please calm down…" Dr. Kijiri said.

"What's going on here, Doc?" Ranka asked the doctor himself.

"I was afraid of this…" Dr. Kijiro sighed, "The head injury must have been more serious than we thought, it appears that Miss Fujioka is suffering from a severe case of retrograde amnesia."

"Amnesia!?" Tamaki exclaimed as he settled, his eyes now widened to the size of saucers.

"This has to be a joke" Haruhi thought as this scene played out. This had to have been a sick joke someone was playing on her. Either that or this was a dream, no, a nightmare, that she had to wake up from.

"Haruhi, please try to remain calm because this is going to come as a shock to you," Dr Kijiro looked her in the eyes and talked slowly, "you appear to have forgotten the past decade of your life. The year is not 2003…it's 2013."

Du Du DUUUUHHHHHH

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