This story is written from multiple point of views, usually from different host club members. This is based off the end of the anime, not related to the manga!

Chapter 1: Haruhi

Man, the supermarket had really great deals today! I can't believe they gav- In mid thought, as I turn the corner, I see moving trucks. I look around to see if any of my other neighbors are out; maybe they'd know what's up. To my surprise they weren't all crowded outside like they usually are when anything unusual happens. I climb the stairs slowly, looking around for anyone as I make my way to my apartment.

"Haruhi, psssst, Haruhi!" I look up over my head to see my upstairs neighbor calling for me. When I get outside his appartment, he lookes anxiously at me and says, "You should keep your distanse from those new neighbores.

"But why-"

"Its said that not only are the foreign, but the parents make a living ripping out other peoples organs for money."

"Somehow I highly doubt that's true…"

"That may be so, but I would watch out if I were you, they seem like suspicious characters." shuts his front door suddenly. I look over my shoulder to see a largely built red haired man take a large box out of the moving truck, then disappear into the appartment to the right of mine. As I walk into my appartment, I see my dad in the front room, having tea. He looks really stressed, I think to myself.

"Oh, hello dad, what's up?"

"it's all the gosip going around about the new neighbors. As you know, I love a little juicy gosip, but this is just ridiculous!" He sets his tea cup on the table and goes to pull something out of the fridge. "Here, take this cake to the new neighbors. I bought it last night, so it should be ok. It seems that its up to us to welcome them into the neighborhood."

"Ok, I'll be right back." I close the door and walk thee feet to the next appartment. The second my fist comes in contact with the door, the well built, red-haired man I saw carrying the box answers the door. His blue eyes seem to stare past my skin.

"Hello, may I help you?" His accent is surprisingly weak, almost undetectable.

"Hi, my name is Haruhi Fujioka. I live right next door to your left." I hand him the cake in a polite gesture.

"Why, thank you. If you don't mind me asking, Haruhi, how old are you?"

"I'm fifteen years old."

"Oh, wonderful! So that means you're a first year high school student."

"Yes…"

"Savannah, would you please come here for a moment?"

"Yes, dad." I hear a voice of a young girl sound from within the appartment. Merely two seconds later, a girl with medium brown hair and hazel eyes show up next to the man.

"This is one of our new neighbors. Her name is Haruhi and she's only a year older than you." I give a smile, because the atmosphere became awkward.

"U-umm, hi. My name is Savannah, nice to meet you." The girl outstretches a hand to me, gesturing a friendly shake, so I return the gesture. "I would love to chat, but we still have so much to unpack."

"I'd be happy to help."

"Oh, that's very kind of you, thanks." The girl Savannah smiles, but not a smile that is new. It looks familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on it…