Chapter One: Reunion
Disclaimer: Host Club belongs to Bisco Hatori. I only own Miku.
"Haruhi? Haruhi Fujioka?" the black-haired girl asked.
"Miku Hasegawa?"
The two girls hugged each other.
"How have you been?" Miku asked. "I haven't seen you since middle school."
"I've been good. How's Higashi?"
"Eh," Miku replied, shrugging. She looked down at the grocery bags her old friend held. "Need any help?"
"Yes, please." Haruhi smiled gratefully.
Miku took some of the bags and started alongside Haruhi. "How's Ouran treating you?"
"It's…interesting to say the least."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Some…friends of mine…Their personalities and the crazy stuff they get into."
"Boys?" Miku asked.
Haruhi nodded. "Boys."
"How'd you meet them?"
"I went through the wrong door, and now I owe them $80,000."
Miku cocked an eyebrow. "How did that happen?"
"I broke a vase that was worth that much."
"How are you supposed to pay them back?"
"I'm a member of their club, and I have to meet a certain quota of customers."
"What sort of club is it?"
"A host club."
"They still have those?"
"Yeah. By pretending to be a boy, I have to pay them back through the number of customers I entertain."
"You have to act like a guy?"
Haruhi nodded.
"Does anyone know you're a girl?"
"Just the Host Club and Ritsu Kasanoda."
"I don't like it," Miku said, frowning.
"I don't mind," Haruhi replied with a small shrug. "It makes things easier."
"But no one knows you're a girl!"
The apartment complex that Haruhi lived in loomed before them. Haruhi turned to Miku.
"Thanks for the help. It was great seeing you again."
"Same here. I'd like to hang out sometime."
"I'd like that, too."
"Bye. Say hello to your dad for me!"
"Long day?" Miku asked her mom when she came through the front door.
"Yes," Yuia Hasegawa sighed. "I have a lot more stories to cover while Sakura's on vacation."
"I set aside some yakisoba for you. It's on the stove."
"Thank you, sweetie," Yuia said, bending down to kiss her daughter on the head.
"Guess who I ran into today," Miku said as her mother banged around in the kitchen.
"Who?"
"Haruhi Fujioka."
"How is she?"
"She's good. We've made plans to hang out sometime."
"That's good. We haven't seen her in a while."
"Yeah."
