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The countryside swam by outside the train window. Vaguely, she could see the outline of the city, the city where she grew up, and the city she was returning to.

Haruhi stared out the window, a soft smile playing on her lips. The sky was a beautiful shade of blue. Wisps of clouds played amongst one another, and the sun shone brightly. It was only natural that the sun should shine so bright on this day.

The me back then lived in an extremely sheltered world. Never did I realize how sheltered it was. It felt like I was living with my upmost effort. I've always thought that was the real me. I really thought I wouldn't change. To change myself for love, I really couldn't have imagined that at all. It seems that the view in my eyes has become rich in color just for love. The sound of wind in my ears becomes softer. Never did I know that the world will change… because of him. And Tamaki, who taught me all of this… is no longer here.

If I had not met him that day, then I would not have experienced that pain and sadness, and memories filled with tears. But, if I had not met him, I would also not have experienced that joy, excitement, preciousness, and the feeling of absolute happiness.

She felt for the small gloves in her lap. As her fingers ran over the soft stitches, her memories played back, rewinding to her high school days, days that she never thought would end. It was, and undoubtedly would remain, the happiest and saddest days of her life.

Once again, she raised her eyes back to the window. Then, she raised her hand to her mouth, and blew a kiss to the everlasting blue sky.


7 years ago

Freshman year

Spring, 2004

Haruhi woke to the sound of her alarm clock going off. Grumbling, she rolled in her small bed until she could just barely reach the noisy contraption. Then, with her fingers popping and groaning, she clicked off the clock.

She smiled. Sleep…

"Haruhi!"

Her eyes opened and her face melted into a glare. Dad.

As if he read her mind, her father burst into her room.

Even after all these years, Haruhi still couldn't get used to the sight of her dad with rollers in his hair, a short nightgown, and a five o' clock shadow.

"Haruhi, wake up my precious," he nudged her shoulder with a purple painted finger nail.

"Ngh," she groaned. "Just a little longer, please."

Renka huffed. "You very well can't miss your first day of the semester, now can you?"

Haruhi sat up with a jolt. "I forgot!"

Her father chuckled. "Now comb that wilder beast hair and come eat breakfast." He patted her head.

She smiled. "'Kay."

Renka tutted out of her room.

Haruhi stood and stretched, working out her legs as she walked to the window. As she pulled open the curtains, her eyes adjusted to the sudden light. When she could see properly, she opened the window and breathed in the cool air.

Today is going to be a good day. I can feel it.

Suddenly, a particular cloud pattern caught her eye.

"Ah!" She quickly went to her bedside table and got her cell phone, flipping it open as she went to the window. Before the clouds had a chance to move, she snapped a clear picture and stored it in her phone memory.

Ever since her mother had died, she had taken a habit to snapping pictures of the sky. Her father told her that her mother was up there somewhere, and she had thought that maybe if she took a picture at the right time, she would catch a glance of her mother in the clouds. Of course, now she knew that it was silly to believe something like that. But it had become such a habit to her that whenever she happened to see a brilliant phenomenon of clouds, light, and color, she whipped out her cell or camera and snapped a picture.

Suddenly, in a much better mood than before, she got ready for school.


Haruhi sighed as she approached her high school. Due to her excellent grades, she had won a scholarship to the most elite school in Japan. Her father had been shouting for joy when she was accepted, claiming that she would finally be able to 'join the ranks of high society'. All she wanted was to be able to study hard and become a lawyer. At Ouran, she was bound to be the best lawyer the country had ever seen.

As she entered the campus, she couldn't help but notice how classy all of her classmates were. Clothed in the most expensive uniforms, carrying around the most expensive books, and holding the most expensive cell phones to their ears, Haruhi couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed. She herself was wearing a pair of jeans and one of her father's less feminine sweat shirts. Her cropped hair was acting unruly as usual, sticking out in all directions. It didn't help that she had lost her contacts the night before and was now wearing a back up pair of glasses that looked like something her grandmother would sport. She could already tell that some of the students were going out of their way to ignore her.

Concentrating on making it to class, she walked through the massive courtyard towards the large main doors.

"Oh my gosh!" She heard a girl scream from behind her. Whirling around, Haruhi wondered if she had more of that blasted gum in her hair or if there was toilet paper sticking to her shoe. Instead, the entire female student body was staring out of the gates.

"It's the host club!"

"Look! It's Hikaru and Karou!"

"Tamaki- Sempai! Over here!"

"Aw, Mori and Honey are so adorable!"

"Kyoya, we love you!"

The group of females crowded around six young men. From here, Haruhi could only see a flash of black, blonde, and auburn.

Haruhi rolled her eyes and turned on her heel. "Damn rich people."


The day had passed rather slowly. Surprisingly, class wasn't much different that what it had been at her former school. Of course, the desks were much nicer, and the seats were cushioned.

Lunch had been something, though. No one brought their own lunches or ate in the classrooms. Instead, everyone gathered in a very large dining hall and sat at nicely arranged tables. Shortly after sitting, waiters came around with menus. Their uniforms were brisk and clean, their faces just so.

It seemed like something out of her father's late night dramas that he loved so much.

Feeling out of place, Haruhi turned and walked out of the school, toward a group of trees that she had admired outside her Mathematics class. There, she ate lunch alone, watching the sky, hoping to catch a snapshot of a rather beautiful cloud arrangement.

The rest of her classes passed similarly. She followed what her teacher said, ignoring the whispers and giggles directed at her appearance. When the bell rang, she escaped before anyone else had even stood up. Half running, she made her way down the elaborate and unknown halls of Ouran.

At the end of the south hallway, she made a sharp left and found herself at the entrance of a- blessedly- empty library. Like everything else at Ouran, the library was dramatically large and well outfitted. Brand new books poured from every shelf that she could see, and grand sitting tables were arranged so that a student would comfortably sit for a bit of light reading.

Haruhi walked down the rows, taking in the feel of it all. Books had always been her weakness. Maybe that's why she was such a nerd.

She smiled meekly. Even though she was a nerd, she was quite popular at her other school. Boys were piling up to date her, but she never understood why. She was never interested and always turned them down, mostly unintentionally.

A soft ringing snapped her out of her thoughts. It sounded like a cell phone, perhaps a couple of aisles over.

She grumbled. Maybe I'm not as alone as I thought I was.

After a few moments, the ringing stopped. But not even a minute later, it started back up again.

Are they not answering their phone? She thought, curiously following after the sound. Four aisles later, the sound of the phone grew louder, and she scanned the empty aisle. The phone stopped, and then started up again.

Slowly, she walked down the aisle, trying to place the sound. Then, straight ahead, on a small empty table, was a white cell phone, pulsing blue.

Haruhi picked it up just as it stopped ringing. Did someone lose this?

She looked around, noting that she was, indeed, alone in the library.

The phone rang again, and she flipped it open and put it to her ear.

"Hello?"

There was silence on the other end.

"Hello?" she repeated. Don't tell me I'm trapped in one of those scary movies when-

"… hello? Who is this?" A male voice asked.

"Uhm," Haruhi sighed, a bit relieved. "Fujioka. Fujioka Haruhi." After a moment, she asked, "Who is this?"

"The owner of the phone you're holding."

"Oh thank goodness!" she breathed. "I know I would have been worried if I lost my cell phone."

He chuckled, a light airy sound. "I'm not particularly worried, but it would be troublesome to purchase a new one."

Haruhi pursed her lips. Damn rich kid.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"The library."

"Could you wait for me?"

She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Actually, I have to be getting home soon. My dad would be worried if I came home too late."

Yeah, it was a barefaced lie. Her father wouldn't even be home, more or less worried. She just didn't think she could take seeing this phone's owner looking at her in a disgusted way because of her appearance. She usually was very confident and wasn't ashamed of herself, but ever since coming to Ouran, she couldn't be so sure.

"Well, how about you leave it beside your favorite book."

She started. "My favorite book?"

"Yeah. You're most favorite."

Haruhi looked towards a sign on the wall and moved two aisles down. I wonder if it's here, she thought.

Of course it would be. "Ok, I found it. It will on aisle six, next to Beauty and the Beast."

"Beauty and the Beast?"

"Yes. I'm hanging up now."

"Haru-chan?" He asked suddenly.

Haru-chan? "Yes?"

"Thank you very much."

The phone went dead.

Haruhi closed the phone and inspected it quickly. On the side, a phone strap with a brown teddy bear dangled freely. She smiled and held it in her hands. Its arm was ripped.

"Well," she said aloud. "It's the least I could do."

She sat in the middle of the aisle and pulled a needle and black string from her bag. She always kept it with her incase she was in an emergency and needed a quick repair job on a shirt or sweater.

Taking her time, she sewed the little bear's arm up. Vaguely, she heard a door open and close, but when no one appeared, she dismissed it. She pricked her finger once, and hurriedly stuck her finger in her mouth so her blood wouldn't stain the stuffed bear.

She gazed at her finished project. The bear's arm should hold for quite a while, but the black stitching was certain to be an eyesore. Well, it's better to be a bit damaged than broken, right?

With a smile, she stood and placed the phone and its companion on the bookshelf. "Take care," she whispered.

She gathered her things off the floor and walked out of the library. Outside, the sunset was just right, so naturally she took a picture.


Months passed. Winter came and went, and in spring, she made her first friend.

Her name was Renge Houshakuji. When Haruhi had tripped and fell in the hallway- due to her carrying too many books for finals- Renge was the only one who stopped and helped. She picked Haruhi up, dusted her off, and laughed.

"You're so cute!" she had exclaimed. "You look just like Sheska from FMA!"

Haruhi looked at her blankly. "Who?"

"You've never seen FMA? It's like, the hottest anime right now. Of course, I usually don't watch that genre of anime, but I just can't resist his arm!"

Haruhi smiled meekly. "Sorry, I haven't seen a lot of anime."

Renge looked as if Haruhi had just smacked her. "Never. Seen. Anime?" She held her hand to her chest. "Well, we'll just have to fix that."

Renge smiled and offered her hand. "I'm Houshakuji Renge. Let's be friends, hmm?"

Haruhi blushed. "Ok." What else was she supposed to say? "I'm Fujioka Haruhi."

"Haruhi. Do you mind if we talk informally? Just call me Renge, 'kay?"

Haruhi nodded and the two new friends walked to class together.


"Say, Haruhi," Renge said one day at lunch. Haruhi finally introduced her friend to her favorite spot- which Renge had absolutely loved. She simply detested the stuffiness of the dining hall.

Haruhi didn't see how it was stuffy in any way…

"How about we give you a make over?"

Haruhi nearly choked on her food. "What?"

Renge laughed. "Now don't give me that. You have a pretty face; why don't you dress it up a bit?"

Haruhi put her chopsticks down. "I don't have time for that. I came here to study."

"No time to be pretty?" Renge looked a bit downcast. "Why, that's the saddest thing I've ever heard."

She looked up, an evil glint in her eye. "But there is always time to be pretty."

Haruhi paled. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Renge pulled out her cell phone. "Now don't fuss, Haru-chan. It's for your own good."

"And if I refuse?" Haruhi asked.

Renge met her eyes and smiled wickedly. "Then I will force you to read shounen- ai manga out loud."

"I'm yours."

Renge ordered her stylists to the school and constructed what had to be done. It took over an hour for Renge to be satisfied.

Her hair had been trimmed and neatly layered into a cute, shorter girl style, rather than it just being chopped off. Her eyebrows had taken a beating and she was restocked with contacts to last the rest of the year.

To top it off, Renge had also supplied Haruhi with three brand new school uniforms.

"Aren't these really expensive?" Haruhi asked, frantically wondering how she was going to care for such an elaborate uniform.

"Hmm?" Renge answered, her eyes peeking out of a shoujo. "Not really. Money doesn't really matter."

"Doesn't… matter?" Haruhi felt her eye lid twitch.

"Mhm. It's just paper."

Haruhi sighed and handed the dresses back to Renge's stylist. "Look, Renge, I appreciate what you've done for me, but I can't accept the uniforms."

Renge focused on Haruhi. "Why not?"

Haruhi smiled. "I'm not worried about what other people say about me. Besides, at least they are talking about me, right? I'll just continue to wear what I've been wearing, ok? The chairman is aware of my situation, and doesn't mind if I wear what I want."

"Well, you see," Renge blushed. "You sort of… can't."

"What do you mean?"

Renge twisted her hands together. "I've already replaced your entire wardrobe."

"What?"


Haruhi arrived to school in the least damaging outfit she could find; black cropped pants, a white button down t shirt, and a powder blue blazer. Now that she thought about it, it looked very much like the boy's uniform.

Oh well. She sighed.

At school, her classmates regarded her differently. The girls smiled at her and nodded slightly, and the boys often did a double take.

Truthfully, it bothered her a bit. Renge was her only friend, but she had come here to study, not draw attention to herself.

She met Renge in the north hallway, and they wandered past the slightly filled homerooms in boredom.

"I told you that you would look cute." Renge muttered. Haruhi tried to hide her grimace.

Renge turned quickly. "I think I'm in love." She said suddenly.

"What?" Haruhi looked around. "With who?"

Renge giggled ecstatically. "Ootori Kyoya."

"Who?"

"Seriously, Haruhi, you're so clueless. Kyoya-kun is in the Host Club!"

Haruhi let her shoulders drop. She could just imagine the sweat drop on her forehead. "We have… a host club?"

Renge gasped. "You didn't know? Almost every girl here goes every day after school. It's just like a real host club!" She giggled.

"And this Ootori-"

"Is the coolest one there!" Renge nearly yelped. "He's a dark haired prince, with a clean pale face and a splendid build! I haven't told anyone yet Haruhi, but we will be married one day."

Haruhi's mouth dropped. "Seriously?"

"Well, only in my dreams. But dreams will become reality, I promise you!"


Why am I here?

When Renge had asked Haruhi to join her at the host club, she had initially said no. But when Renge brought up the subject of yaoi, Haruhi had no choice but to accompany her.

The host club was everything she had expected it to be. Fan girls piled through the doors, eager to reach the handsome and charismatic boys. Themes were used, money was disregarded, and squeals resonated from every corner of the room.

Haruhi slumped in her seat beside Renge. Apparently, Renge had been a regular for some time, staring at Kyoya from afar.

"Isn't he gorgeous?" Renge murmured, her chin in her hands and her eyes sparkling.

Haruhi grumbled and sank lower. "This is humiliating."

Renge scoffed. "You are such a buzz kill."

Haruhi scoffed back. "How would you like it if you had to prance around all day entertaining girls who only like you for your looks?"

Renge stuck out her lips and pouted. "They don't seem to have a problem with it."

"Well, I know I would never do something like that."

"How would you know?" Renge volleyed. "You've never even tried."

"Well, if the time ever came that I had to cosplay as a boy and entertain women, then I wouldn't do it as dramatic as these six are."

Renge sighed and reached for her tea in dismissal. Annoyed, Haruhi let her head fall back and closed her eyes.

I could be studying right now, she thought. I could be in the library, actually doing some good rather than-

"Is something troubling you?"

Haruhi's eyes shot open and she felt Renge tense beside her.

As Haruhi's brown eyes met violet, her entire world slowed to a stop. A sparkling smile, a mass of golden hair, and the most dazzling eyes she had ever seen stood above her.

If I hadn't met him that day… if I hadn't met him… then would I have suffered so much? If I hadn't met him… then I wouldn't be who I am now. Tamaki Suoh changed everything: my world, my life, and my love for endless and everlasting sky.

Haruhi sat up and cleared her throat. "No, I'm ok. Thank you."

The blond boy sat beside her. "It's a bit overwhelming, isn't it?"

She felt Renge get up and walk away. "Yes, I really wasn't expecting this much…"

Her phone vibrated. Get some!

It was from Renge.

Haruhi sighed for the umpteenth time.

"This much what?" the boy prodded.

Haruhi smiled. "Fan girling."

The boy let out a wonderful laugh, which Haruhi couldn't help but smile at. What is the matter with me?

He held out his hand. "I'm Tamaki Suoh."

Timidly, Haruhi held her own hand out. "Haruhi Fujioka."

Tamaki captured his hand in his, and daintily pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Haruhi."

Suddenly, there was a gasp from a corner of the room.

"Did you see that?"

"Tamaki just kissed that commoner!"

"How dare she?"

"Who does she think she is?"

"He must feel sorry for her."

"I feel sorry for him!"

Haruhi went red in the face and stood up, yanking her hand from Tamaki's.

"Haruhi?" Tamaki looked up at her, his eyebrows arched in confusion.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I have to go."

She could just make out Renge in the crowd, her face angrily taking in her peers.

"How dare you?" she commanded. "Haruhi is way cooler than all you losers!"

A girl from the crowd scoffed. "Us? Losers?" She giggled. "No, Houshakuji. It is you who is the loser."

Haruhi turned away and ran out. Vaguely, she could hear feet following after her, but she knew that it had to be Renge.

How could this happen? She thought. I didn't want to be noticed! And now I'm every girl in the school undoubtedly hates me!

"Haruhi!"

She whirled around. Tamaki was running behind her.

"What do you want?" she hissed.

"I'm sorry." Tamaki huffed. "My clients don't know any better."

"Your clients?" Haruhi chuckled. "I don't care what anyone says about me."

Tamaki furrowed his brow. "Then why did you run away?"

"I want to go through high school unnoticed." Haruhi said weakly. "I want to study hard and become the best lawyer I can."

Tamaki patted her head in a strangely possessive way. "Then continue to study hard. We're all counting on you to do your best."

Haruhi flinched under his touch and blushed. As a distraction, she bowed low. "Thank you for your encouragement, but please don't talk to me anymore."

With that, she spun around and ran down the hall, away from the host club, Tamaki, and their increasingly inescapable fate.


Ok, so the thing is, I noticed that there are only two fanfics for Koizora. TWO? How can such an awesome drama/movie/manga/story go without thousands of fanfictions? *ehem* Anyway, Koizora was probably, without a doubt, my favorite show of all time. This story can go on forever and never die. So after I cried my eyes out- literally. My eyes were purple and almost swollen shut- I thought about it. Ouran is one of my favorite animes, and Koizora is my favorite drama. So what would happen if I crossed them. Thus, Sky of Love was born. Yes, I know that Sky of Love is the English name for Koizora, but I am simply doing that out of dedication. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I plan on writing SO much more. I'm already working on chapter 5 :D So once again, THANK YOU!