"Hitomi wo tojite toikaketemita itsumademo kienai yume no IKISATSU

Kagami ni utsuru maboroshi wa tada shizuka ni kanaderu MERODII

Munesasu sabishisa no naka akogare wa tsunoru hibi

SETSUNA NO KIOKU tobikoeteyukitai ima wa

Hitotoki no kaze ga nagareteku hoshi ga

Hakondekureru no KIRAMEKI nagara

Kasuka ni kikoeru ano yasashii koe

Machi no hi mo hohoenderu"

"Hm? Did you guys hear that?" Haruhi looked up from serving her customers tea.

"I didn't hear anything." One girl claimed.

"It sounded like singing..." She mused, making the girls fawn over how cute her confused face was. Haruhi felt uneasy, but lighthearted, like something good was going to happen. And soon.

✪η✪

"Hey guys, I kept hearing something really weird during our club today." Haruhi said. She was surprised, when everyone didn't look to shocked.

"Yeah, I did too... it was the same phrase, over and over." Hikaru said.

"It sounded like singing..." Kaoru added.

"It was really beautiful!" Hunny said from Mori's back. He nodded silently.

"I kept hearing it too..." Tamaki said, looking thoughtful. "But I don't remember recording anything or hiring anyone to sing. Strange..." The entire host club was silent as they pondered. What, or who was singing? Suddenly, the door opened and someone stumbled in. They looked, their eyes widening. Same hair, same eye patch, same tired-looking face, same... everything.

"Huh? What is this place?" Same voice.

"You..." the person's attention was turned to the host club.

"You are..."

"Natsu!"

✪η✪

She yawned, rubbing her eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked. These guys are really weird, she concluded, they were just gawking at her like a deer caught in headlights. It's kind of funny. "Uh... are you guys alive?" She asked, walking up to them and waving her hands in front of their faces. The little kid snapped out of his trance and jumped from the back of a reeeeally tall guy. Her eyes widened as he leaped at her. "Eep!" He wrapped his limbs around her and started crying. She not good with little kids crying.

"Chi-chaaaan! You're back!" He sobbed. She awkwardly patted his back.

"Uh... kid? I don't know you... sorry..." she said, trying to pry his limbs off of her. He looked up with big brown eyes, and she went 'awwwww' in her head. "You're so cute!" She squealed, hugging him to her chest and spinning around. She set him down, smiling.

"Hi there, my name is Yuki Takahashi, it's nice to meet you!"

"HUH!?"

✪η✪

"So... you're a host club?" She asked, yawning and rubbing her eyes. "And even so, how the hell did you know I'm a girl? Everyone else thought I was a dude!"

"A girl should never refer to herself as a 'dude'! Mommaaa!" Tamaki anime cried, holding a handkerchief. Her eye twitched, and she slowly started backing away.

"Uhh... right... I'll just be going now..." Two arms slid around her waist and prevented her from moving closer to the door. She looked to see two twins smiling mischievously down at her.

"You say everyone else thinks you're a boy, huh?" A guy in glasses walks up to her, holding a black notebook. She nodded.

"Yeah, whenever I would ask them a question, they would blush and start giggling. Don't even get me started on what happened when I smiled at them." She shivered.

"That must mean you're quite popular with the ladies." He said, pushing up his glasses, creating a glare as a mischievous smile slid onto his face. She gave him a deadpanned look.

"HUH?"

✪η✪

"Why would you want me to join? That's a little weird for a girl to join a host club, isn't it? Besides, why is a girl here in the first place?" She pointed at Haruhi. "You guys didn't make her your slave, did you?" She asked.

"No, she owes us ¥8,000,000,000." Said the guy in glasses.

"Oh... sucks to be you." She deadpanned, making Haruhi sweat drop.

"Er... yeah."

"I don't even know who you guys are, so..."

"I'm Hikaru—"

"—and I'm Kaoru—"

"And we're the Hitachiin twins."

"My name is Mitsukuni Haninozuka, and this is my cousin, Takashi Morinozuka! But you can call me Hunny and Takashi Mori if you want!"

"My name is Haruhi Fujioka." The girl said. She seemed like the only sane one of the bunch.

"My name is Kyoya Ootori, I am the vice president of this Host Club."

"And I am Tamaki Suoh, the king of the Host Club!" A light seemed to suddenly shine down on them as they each grinned, with the exception of Kyoya, Haruhi and Mori. I blinked, before scratching the back of my head.

"Why am I getting this really strong feeling of déjà vu?" the rest of them blinked, looking down slightly. I adjusted the bag over my shoulder.

"Well, then I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow. I think I'm in your class, Haruhi, Hikaru, Kaoru. Later." I waved, opening the doors and disappearing.

✪η✪ -P.O.V. Change-

"She really doesn't remember us?" Hikaru asked. Hunny looked like he was about to cry.

"I suppose not." Tamaki said. Kyoya pushed up his glasses and scribbled in his notebook. Everyone was silent, they were either thinking, or staring sympathetically at Kyoya, who ignored them. "Well, I guess we just have to make her remember." He declared.

"But boss..."

"Think about it, if she remembers, then her and Kyoya can get together." He said eagerly.

"But think about Na — Yuki for a moment, most of her memoirs are sure to be painful for her. Do you really want her to remember those?" Haruhi said wisely. Tamaki's head hung a little.

"No..."

"Don't worry about me, Tamaki. I'm completely fine." Kyoya said, keeping his attention on his notebook.

"Are you saying you don't care if she remembers you?" Hikaru clenched his fists.

"I never said that, but since she's part of the Host Club, we need to do everything we can to make sure no one finds out she's a girl."

"Don't you care at all!? Aren't you happy she's back!? Even if she can't remember anything, she's still here!"

"Miss Takahashi is not the same as Natsu Chikako—" Hikaru ran up to Kyoya and grabbed the front of his Ouran uniform, surprising everyone. Kyoya's notebook and pen fell to the floor with a clatter.

"Why are you talking like Natsu didn't exist!? She cared for us! For you! SHE LOVED YOU!"

"I know that!" Kyoya yelled, making Hikaru loosen his grip. "I know that..." He repeated, quieter as he pushed away his hands. "Do you seriously think this hasn't affected me at all?"

"You sure act like it doesn't." Hikaru grumbled.

"Well you're wrong." Kyoya straightened out his jacket before picking up his pencil and notebook before walking away. Hikaru's clenched fists relaxed slightly. Of course, Kyoya loved her too, it must be torture for him to see her and realize she didn't recognize him, that she had forgotten about them, about the Host Club, and their time together.

He was being unintentionally tortured.