Disclaimer: Me no own Ouran High School Host Club, so you no sue, ok?
Summary: They say 'let bygones be bygones', and that the past should be laid to rest. So if you're Fujioka Haruhi, what do you do when the past decides to catch up with you, and the Host Club interferes?
A/N: The conversation at the end is actually spoken in "English"; everything else should be in Japanese...
Collision Of Time
Prelude: A Letter From Out Of The Blue
Moshi moshi, Haruhi speaking...
Haruhi, congratulations! ...Who's this? Haruhi, it's Tari here! Don't tell me you've forgotten 'bout me already... Tari? Eetou... err... the prankster who moved abroad after the last year of elementary school? You still remember me! Yeah! Anyway, congrats again on your scholarship to Ouran High School, you deserved it. I still can't believe you got it... Haruhi? ... How did you know? Let's just say 'I have my sources' and leave it at that. So, how're you doing? Fine. You? Same here, though learning a new language's hard to do. I've almost mastered Bahasa Melayu -that's the language spoken over here- though... And Faust? Did your otousan really adopt him? Yeah, my younger siblings all love him. He's a really great onnisan... And he said to tell you congrats too... Oh shoot! Sorry Haruhi but I gotta go or I'll be late for classes... Alright. Sayonara. Sayonara, and hope you like Ouran!
On Wednesday morning, an unexpected letter arrived in the mail of the Fujioka household.
When Fujioka Haruhi woke up that same morning, she was greeted by the rare sight of a solemn-looking Fujioka Ryouji (or 'Ranka', as he was known at his workplace) standing in her doorway. He was staring thoughtfully at what appeared to be a letter in his hands, turning it over and over before he tossed the letter at Haruhi and greeted her with a cheerful "Ohayou!".
Haruhi responded by groggily ordering her father out, then stumbling to the bathroom in order to wash up and change into her (male) uniform. The letter rested on a corner of Haruhi's bed for some time before it was hastily stuffed into her bag; Haruhi intended to read when she had the chance later (a.k.a. after classes, but before Host Club activities). She threw a "Ja ne!" in the general direction of her father before taking off for school.
Ryouji merely waved once, a sigh escaping his lips as he contemplated the handwriting of whoever that had wrote the letter. It did seem rather familiar...
"Hey sis, did you send any news of our arrival to her yet?"
"Yes, bro. I sent her a letter a few days ago..."
"... By air mail?"
"Yeah. Is there something wrong with that?"
"You have no idea how long air mail takes to be delivered, do you?"
"Urusei! I'm sure Haruhi received the letter already bro!"
Somewhere in Ouran High School, a certain brown-haired freshman sneezed and wondered if she was catching a cold...
