Ouran Highschool Host Club is owned by Bisco Hatori, not me.
Music blared through her ears, and she continued to shake the last of the life out of the hi-lighter in her hand. Outside the storm raged strong, and the night promised to be full of nothing but thunder, lightning, and depositions. She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders a bit tighter, determined to forget nature's cacophony outside her door.
Two years out of law school, life was good. Simplistic and practical in her endeavors, Haruhi-the-up-and-coming-lawyer had secured herself a spot on a longstanding legal team. Quietly touting an undefeated record, Haruhi was passionate about her work, and showed no signs of slowing down. On top of it all, she had mapped out a plan that would ensure both hers and her father's financial futures. After this fact, she could imagine needing very little else.
Haruhi frowned as the crackling, invasive blue light flashed between the break in the lush, closed curtains. She sighed and picked up a picture frame sitting atop her bedside table. The frame's contents often left her with mixed feelings of warmth and wanting. The photo had been taken several years earlier, on the day of her high school graduation. Seven youths smiled back at her, most of them unaware of the complicated, though not always unpleasant world that awaited them all.
Running her fingers along the picture, she stopped to inspect the face of her younger self. Sandwiched between the twins, all three of them beamed for one another's accomplishments, and were accompanied in their exuberance by their four elder friends. Haruhi laughed, noticing that the moment had not even been lost on Kyouya, who now stood frozen in time, all smiles with an arm around Tamaki's shoulder.
Reluctantly, her eyes trailed onto the face of another part of their group, where she lingered and sighed.
I never told you anything. I think I know how things could have been, and now more than anything… All I want to tell you is that I'm so sorry.
Taking a deep breath, Haruhi sat the photo aside in favor of her work. Adjusting the headphones, it took little time before she had reestablished concentration. She nearly missed the knock at her door, as it syncopated to the storm, as well as the music's beat. Tearing off her headphones, Haruhi stood slowly, wondering who would possibly think to visit so late at night.
Legal work had afforded her access to the most secure of living arrangements, and the worry she now felt stemmed less from her own well-being, and more for a potentially desperate neighbor. Steeling her nerve, she made haste for the front door.
Sliding open the lock, she jumped a little at the non-relenting storm. Pulling the door open, the loudness of the rain became a distant memory as she caught sight of the man looming in front of her. Hands jammed into his pockets and soaked all the way through, his face paled and morose against the tempestuous midnight.
"Takashi!"
He looked straight at her.
"Haruhi."
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Hello! So, yeah. I don't know how long this will end up being, but I don't think very long. You know how it is-potentially good stuff pops into your head, and you've just gotta write it down, and sometimes share!
Thanks very much for reading, and please know that your reviews are equally as appreciated! ;)
