Nothing Is Set in Stone (OHSHC)
Ch.1: A Chime from the Past
"Hm?" The young girl questioned aloud.
A familiar computerized chime disturbed her from her homework. She shuffled off the bed and walked intrigued to her computer. A brand-spanking new PC given to her as a gift from the Hitachiin twins. Despite her argument, she was really grateful of the thoughtful gift.
The dark haired teenage female opened up the message she received. It read:
"Haru-neechan!
It's been a while, ne!? Guess what? That fancy school you told me to apply to, Ouran, they accepted me! I start in two weeks! My parents say 'hi', by the way. How's Ranka-papa? Let me know when you're available so you can show me around! Miss you lots, Haru-Haru!
Love, your imouto-chan, Kuraki!"
"Ah. She actually listened to my advice for once. Well, for educational purposes, that is." Fujioka Haruhi commented with a laugh, returning to her forgotten homework.
Haruhi hadn't seen her "imouto-chan" in quite a while. Not since she and her parents had moved to Nagasaki. It was a drastic and sudden move that the girls never gave the other a proper farewell. Just a strangled phone call with a foreign area code. Their relationship had changed to say the least. However, they had always managed to keep in contact through the internet. Even if the messages were days, sometimes weeks apart. More often than not, Haruhi had to walk to the local library just to get a hold of a computer. It was a strained, slightly altered friendship, but it was a friendship nonetheless.
"Haruhi!" Ranka called from the other room. "I'm going out now. Do you need anything before I go?"
The young Fujioka smiled brightly before running into the same room as her father and gossiped him the exciting news.
…
"Haa?" Both Hikaru and Kaoru questioned in synch.
"An old friend of yours..?" Hikaru began
"Attending Ouran?" Kaoru finished.
Haruhi nodded positively. "She told me she starts in two weeks. Though, she has asked me to show her around beforehand. I'm just waiting to hear back from her." The secret female replied, eyes never removing themselves from her notes.
"So then, she must be really smart." Kaoru mumbled about to no one in general.
"Just like our Haruhi." Hikaru teased with a pinch to one of Haruhi's tender cheeks.
The brunette quickly swatted the unwelcomed hand. "Stop that, Hikaru. And no, Kaoru." The more tranquil twin turned to her, confused. "She's not that smart."
The twins' facial expressions deadpanned. "Wow, Haruhi. Give the girl some credit, would ya?" Kaoru said through an awkward chortle.
Hikaru pondered for a minute before inquiring, "So, she's rich?"
"Not really. She's probably as financially stable as I am."
"Then..?" Kaoru started.
"How can she afford to go here?" Hikaru finished. The twins closing in on Haruhi's face.
"A scholarship." Haruhi replied simply, as if it were obvious. It probably was.
"But," Kaoru interrupted. "You said she wasn't smart."
"Well, yes. But, if I'm guessing correctly, her admittance essay must have been amazing." Once again, a bored, glazed-over look was smacked on both of the twins. "The process of obtaining a scholarship, at least to attend Ouran, is you take an admittance exam. If you have failed, or felt like you could have done better, you can request to submit an admittance essay. The essay basically states why you think you failed, what you would accomplish if admitted into Ouran, and how you would benefit the school. Pretty simple. But Kuraki has this gift to pull together an essay that really stands out, on the spot. My guess is that she did just that."
"Well, that makes sense." The red-head twins commented in synch. "Not."
"But a friend of Haruhi's..!" Kaoru began.
"..Is a toy of ours!" Hikaru finished. Both boys wrapping one of their arms around the other.
…
"Otousan? Otousan! We're going to be late!" Haruhi called from the main entrance. Kuraki had responded to the former's message, and with one week and five days to explore Ouran and their old neighborhood, Kuraki flew right on over as quickly as the airport would allow her. "I'm leaving you!"
"Coming! I'm coming!" Ranka choked out between breaths. He was strutting a vibrant, golden yellow sundress, white pumps, and scarlet red lipstick. "How do I look, sweetie?" Striking, what could only be guessed as a "sexy pose", Haruhi answered in the only way she could.
"Good? I think."
Ranka's smile twitched. She was now in a personal emo corner, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I can't wait for Kuraki-chan to return." She mumbled to herself.
Suddenly, the door closed in a rushed manner. Ranka turned around and found his daughter missing. "Oi! Haruhi!"
…
"Flight 405 from Nagasaki, now landing. Please retrieve your luggage at the luggage pick up center located in the west wing of the airport. Thank you for flying Nippon Airlines."
The Fujioka family waited in the waiting area in front of the boarding door of flight 405. A swarm of people flooded the small area, making it almost impossible to locate a single Japanese girl. Luckily, Ranka had made a sign the night before.
"Kuraki-chan! Come to Ranka-papa's arms!"
He made sure to wave it in front of every teenage girl's face, in hopes that they were Kuraki.
"Ranka-papa!" A female's voice exclaimed excitedly before a body rammed into Ranka. The girl squeezed tightly, taking in every scent emanating from the comedic transvestite. "I'm home, Ranka-papa! Where's Haruhi!?"
"Kuraki-chan!" Haruhi welcomed with an unusually un-Haruhi smile. "Welcome back!"
"Ha—Haruhi? Fujioka Haruhi?" The dark haired female questioned in awe. Her green eyes wandering over and inspecting every bit of this "Haruhi."
Haruhi nodded, "Mm!"
Kuraki blushed and started to laugh shyly, "Haru-Haru! I-I thought you were a boy! A really cute boy!"
"Ah-ha, ha. Ah, Kuraki-chan, how about we get you home? Haruhi's made a nice stew for us." Ranka interrupted before things got even more… awkward.
"Sure! I just have to get my things!"
…
"What do you think she'll be like, Kyouya?" In the middle of their lunch at the Suou residence, Tamaki inquired to his best friend. "Do you think she'll be anything like Haruhi?"
Kyouya, calmly eating his spicy pork ramen, answered, "Well, it is Haruhi. Do you think she'd choose an idiot as a friend?"
'Well, besides you?'
"However, given the fact that this girl has been Haruhi's friend since adolescence, she could have changed. I suppose we won't know until we meet her." The raven haired boy set down his chopsticks, picked up the bowl, and began to slurp the spicy, salty broth.
Tamaki, with a mouth full of cauliflower gratin, let his snicker slip out. "I love watching you eat, Kyouya."
"Oh?" With one last, giant slurp, the soup was finished. He set down the bowl. "And why is that?"
"Because you don't look the least bit sophisticated." Tamaki smiled brightly. "Always being in the Host Club, I guess I've forgotten that we're still us." Kyouya stared at the blonde, expectantly. "Don't you ever remember that we're still guys? That we should be able to burp, talk about body odor, pick small fights over... oh, I don't know, video games? Sometimes, I just wish we could be like that."
"Would something so stupid really make you happy?" Kyouya asked in all seriousness. He observed Tamaki's sudden change in attitude. Despite what the Ootori boy says, a sad Tamaki is always worse than a happy Tamaki.
"Hm. I don't know, honestly." Tamaki replied with a goofy grin. His face was introduced with a pillow flying at high speed.
Kyouya massaged the bridge of his nose, "You idiot." He continued to massage the rest of his face with his delicate, moisturized hands. The thought of this new girl would not stop attacking his mind.
'Great… This idiot's got me wondering about this girl. Haruhi wouldn't choose a hoodlum for a friend, so she must be credible. And the odds of said girl being promiscuous can be counted out… right? Surely, Haruhi would want to avoid someone like that. That would leave her being someone as idiotic as…'
Kyouya turned to find Tamaki scribbling on a scratch piece of paper. The blond made several faces as he concentrated. Once completed, Tamaki held up the piece of paper. It revealed a poorly drawn image of Kyouya slurping down a gigantic bowl of spicy ramen, almost drowning in the process.
"Look, Kyouya! The resemblance is uncanny, ne!?"
'Haruhi, I really hope you know how to pick your friends.'
Well, I finally got around to making this fanfiction! I finished the anime about three months ago, but never felt confident in writing about it. This story is different though. The P.O.V. changes a lot, so guess who you are! Also, this was more of a "you" story but doesn't allow that. Hence, the P.O.V. ...thing.
ALSO! This was originally meant to be a WWFFY (Who Would Fall For You) story type thing. It still is, sort of. So, ladies (and gents!) tell me who you'd like to end up with! Yes! Even this early in I want to hear you out! Whichever character gets the most "votes" gets more of the screen time! My vote is a tie between Kyouya and Kaoru~!
Don't let the Host boys down!
-BulletFan