"Good luck everyone. I'm sure that you'll be able to carry on the host club as well as you always have. Starting from next year, you'll be on your own," Haruhi said to the other four members of the current host club. She and the twins were now graduating; the rookies would now be on

their own to sustain the club at the peak-but they would never be able to reform the legendary seven of the original club-the prince: Suoh Tamaki, the cool shadow king: Ootori Kyouya, the devil doppelgangers: Hiitachin Hikaru and Kaoru, the loli shota king: Haninozuka Mitsukuni, also known as 'Hunny,' the stoic wallpaper Morinozuka Takashi, and the natural rookie, Fujioka Haruhi.

A petite blonde sniffled. "I'm going to miss you senpai-tachi!" the boy burst into small bouts of tears, and a tall boy comforted him. Haruhi, donned in her exquisite black robe knelt down and hugged the small boy. "Yare yare," Hikaru and Kaoru sighed, receiving a sharp glare f

from Haruhi. "What?"

--

That was six years ago. The host club members kept in touch, but none of them actually met each other, only a postcard here, a souvenir and letter there. Haruhi had graduated high school at the top of her class, and moved on to an exclusive, prestigious law school. From there she finished a three year course at the university and in a year, rose to the top class of lawyers.

"Ms. Fujoka-please understand. This is for your own good- you've been overworking yourself for the past year and you need to take a break,"

Haruhi's boss scolded. Haruhi stood before her with her head bowed, clad in her business suit, pretending to be listening. 'Why didn't I just open up my own firm?!' she asked herself for the millionth time. She snapped out of her consistent reverie when her boss said, "You are dismissed for the next five months."

"What?" Haruhi snapped her head up.

"Good day, Ms.Fujioka. Good day."

-

Meanwhile, Hikaru and Kaoru were slowly taking over their mother's business, designing at least half the clothes sold at her company. They were now preparing for a crucial fashion show to their business. "Hmm...taper it in here a bit-no we don't have time for that! Move!"

Hikaru shoved an imperiled employee and knelt down next to the female model, standing as rigid as a block of granite. He pinched a piece of fabric below the waistline, and took a sapphire flower and pinned in the fabric. He stepped back, admiring his masterpiece.

"Ms. Larian! What are you doing?! You're up next!" Kaoru came running up to them, a clipboard in his hands.

"Of course!" Hikaru's phone rang, and he fished it out of his pocket.

"Moshi moshi?" After hearing the caller's words, Hikaru promptly dropped the phone.

-

Kyouya had shoved his way to the top over his brothers, now reining the Ootori business. He had continued the company in great ways that were unexpected, receiving praises from his father and friends.

"Hai. Of course-that's included in the deal as well. However, you will have to comply to our terms as well. You'll do it? Wonderful." Kyouya got off the phone, and turned around in his leather chair to face the rising sun. Which was when his maid, with her oh-so wonderful timing decided to barge in, panting, perspiration dripping down her cheeks. "KYOUYA SAMA! Your father is coming back!"

-

And Hunny had begun to work with his father in his dojo, with Mori standing with him through it all-and Hunny became a legend.

"Hunny-sama!" a bulky man kneeled down in front of the miniature blonde.

"Hmm?" Hunny smiled, turning around.

"There's terrible news! The dojo…the dojo…!"

"What?"

-

Finally-we mustn't forget about out host club king-Tamaki. His grandmother had accepted him into the family, but on one exception-she won't give up the corporation to him until her dying day. Just like her stubborn self, as Tamaki's father had said. So in his free time, he became a pianist-in France.

"Tamaki-san! Good job today!" Tamaki's manager called. Tamaki smiled at her charmingly. "But your father called today. He wants you to go over right away."

-

Instead of dutifully obeying her boss' wishes, Haruhi instead applied for a job as a teacher at an agency. Upon opening the letter to where her acceptance was bestowed from, she gaped at the white fancy paper. Which was something Fujioka Haruhi did not do-gape. She was assigned as a law elective teacher to Ouran High. Ironical, isn't it? And so on the following Monday, Haruhi marched her way up to the golden gates of her 'beloved' high school once more in six years, and barged in through the door of the freshman class. "Good morning class," she greeted. Kids continued to ramble about themselves. Haruhi slammed her black book on the table, silencing them. the freshmen scrambled to their seats, and Haruhi smiled innocently. "I said, good morning class."

"Good morning," they responded.

"Now, if you'll flip to page…"

-

"Mou, Hikaru, how did we end up as teachers?" Kaoru complained to his twins. Because of a request from the superintendent to their mother, they were assigned to be substitute teachers for the original teacher of an all girls class-sewing. Hikaru shrugged.

"Because of the lord's father, I guess."

-

"Hello, everyone. It's a pleasure," Kyouya greeted behind his cold fake smile. 'How dare that old man of mine do this to me?! I am a successful corporation owner, not some dingy vice principal. This is getting troublesome…' Kyouya smiled and ignored the whispers amongst the office, and walked calmly into his 'cubicle,' as he would call it.

-

"Wai, wai! We're teachers, we're teachers! Ne, Takashi?" Hunny cheered as he leapt onto Mori in the club room. Before them stood five rows of students, all ready to karate-chop someone's head off in their white uniforms.

"A-Ano, sensei?"

"Hmm?"

"We're supposed to start the lesson now…"

"How about cake first? Usa-chan would love that!"

-

'How cute! All of them are ready to learn! Look at that girl-she looks just like Haruhi!' Tamaki squealed in his mind as he stood in front of a music class. His father had requested that he filled in for the piano teacher (at Ouran they had a different teacher for each instrument) whom had broken his wrist. The girls and boys stared up at him expectantly. Tamaki nearly swooned again.

-

After the lessons, Haruhi proceeded to the teacher's lounge to photocopy a few pages. Most students suspected her to be eating her lunch in there along with the other teachers, but there was no time for that now! When she pushed open the door, she nearly bumped into someone. "Oh-sorry!" she apologized. When she looked up, she found herself looking into a pair of astonished violet orbs. "Senpai!"

"Haruhi, my lovely daughter!" Tamaki swept her into a ravishing hug, twirling her this way and that.

"S-senpai-put me down please." Tamaki dutifully put her down, and smiled joyously. "Come-we must catch up!" Tamaki urged, his violet eyes twinkling with the mirth they once held six years ago. He pulled her towards one of the tables.

"Senpai, I really don't have the time-"

"Haru-chan?"

The two turned around to see whom had called the young lawyer's name. "Hunny-senpai and Mori-senpai! What are you doing here?" Haruhi asked.

"Waaai! It's really Haru-chan and Tama-chan! Wai wai!" Hunny latched himself onto Haruhi, laughing. Mori obediently followed.

"Senpai, why are you here?" Haruhi asked, tilting her head to one side.

"I was asked by otou-san to become the replacement teacher for the piano mentor here-he broke his wrist," Tamaki butt in.

"And we're the teachers at the dojo here!" Hunny smiled.

"She was like, 'How do I wear this thing? Is this even the front?' when she was holding the pants. So I said-Haruhi?!" the laughing voice silenced immediately. 'I have a really bad feeling about this,' Haruhi's mind screamed. She cracked a smile on her face and turned around.

"Hikaru, Kaoru-it's nice to see you again!"

"Why are you all here?" Kaoru asked, eyeing the four.

"We were assigned as teachers here. Weird, huh?" Haruhi said. The twins blinked.

"Us too-sewing class," they said together.

"I see that you're all here." The voice sent a chill down everyone's spines. The slowly turned their heads around.

"Kyouya!"

"Kyouya-senpai!"
"Kyo-chan!"

"Kyouya."

"Kyouya-senpai!"

-

"Nice to see you too. I had rising suspicions, but-" Kyouya was interrupted by a foolish blonde.

"Oh, Kyouya! My family is all back together again!" Tamaki lavished in his hapiness, grinning like an idiot.

"Why are you here?" Hikaru asked.

"I'm the new vice principal-until I find a way to take back the company from that father of mine."

"Let us bathe in our memories! Come-we must go back to the third music room!" Tamaki motioned towards the voice.

"But it's probably closed down by now. Those freshmen didn't know a thing about being hosts," Hikaru and Kaoru shrugged.

"Come, you dopplegangers! We must visit it now!"

"Well, it's not an entirely bad idea-there's still a lot of time left," Haruhi murmured quietly. Tamaki's smile got wider.

"If Haru-chan and Tama-chan are going, then let's go too! Right, Takashi?" Hunny gleefully jumped. Mori nodded.

"It'll be nice to see what became of that room," Kyouya smirked.
"If everyone's going," Hikaru started.

"Then we'll go too!" Kaoru finished.

When the legendary seven finally reached the third music room, Haruhi gingerly grasped the golden doornob, and pushed it. Rose petals swirled down, sweet music poured out, and six figures stood around a chair on which the seventh figure sat. "Irasshaimasse."