Hi everybody, this is my first fic ever! If you don't like the pairing TamakixHaruhi, please don't read. Constructive reviews are welcome. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own "Ouran High School Host Club". Bisco Hatori owns it…

Chapter 1: "The truth"

"I'm so sorry. Your father didn't make it."

"Wha…? Oh my god…"

She couldn't help but cry. What was she going to do now? Who was going to make her company? Well, not always, but it helped! And it was all of her fault. If only she hadn't argued with him that day, everything would be fine right now. Haruhi couldn't believe this was happening to her.

Several days later, after they had already buried her father, Haruhi received a call from a lawyer, who said that she had to be at her office the next day at noon, to read Ranka's will.

"My father had a testament? Are you serious?"

"I'm afraid I am, miss. Please don't be late, as for we have work to do."

"Sure, I'll be there. Thanks."

Haruhi didn't even know that her father wrote a testament. Anyway, he was too young to die. Why did he have one already done? She had to know what the document said.

Next day…

"I, Ryōji Fujioka, leave my bank accounts, my belongings, and my house by the lake to my daughter Haruhi Fujioka."

Dad had a house by the lake? I didn't even know that! I can't believe that he had hidden that to me. He never told me that he owned a house. He never took me to see it. What is it with this house? I shall go see it.

"Miss Fujioka, these are Ryōji Fujioka's keys to his car, his credit cards, and the key to the house.

"Thank you very much. Now where should I sign?"

"Here and here, please"

Haruhi left the building and got inside of her car. She had the address to that mysterious house, and she had the keys. Now it was up to her to find it.

Four hours later…

The silver-colored sedan pulled up to a dusty road, beneath what seemed a forest. Haruhi finally came out of the car, her legs felt numb. She took a look at the place.

In front of the old house was a small lake, with pure water in which she could see her reflection. Nothing but tall, mystic trees surrounded her petite body. Those trees seemed as if they were full and filled with the forest's secrets. They hid something. She was instantly captured by the house. It was rather old and it seemed like nobody took care of it by centuries, but she thought it was beautiful. From the back of her mind a thought that she should live here came to her. With no time to waste, she went up the steep stairs and opened the door. A large hallway was revealed, with doors that led to the house's rooms. She walked into the house. As she explored the house, the desire of moving into it grew on Haruhi's mind. She liked the structure of the house, and the place seemed peaceful.

Several months later…

"Is everything ready, Miss Fujioka?" the mover said

"Yes, we can leave now, thank you"

"We'll follow your vehicle"

Haruhi drove happily until her car stopped in front of her new residence. She was glad that she could be living in peace, with no noise and contamination from the city (the place in which she is living is 15 minutes away from the capital, where she works as a lawyer for one of the country's most important companies). The movers set all her furniture inside the large house, and with some of her dad's money she bought some new too. She was now earning a good sum of money for her to survive. As the movers finished with their job, Haruhi started to unpack her stuff. She was happy and now maybe she could forget about her tragedies.

Too bad she's wrong…

Please leave constructive criticism, as this is my first fanfic ever. Now, if my spelling or grammar is awkward or bad, please forgive me, I am actually a Mexican and maybe my English isn't so good.

I hope you liked it!