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Chapter 1

Tears streamed down her face. She couldn't bear this. For all the things that she could have lost, she had lost her mother. Her mother was gone. Gone, just like that. She had run from her house when the strange men had come and told her Daddy that her Mommy was gone. She had run to this lonely park, and cried. She was trying to wipe away her tears with her hands, but succeeding in nothing but wetting more of her face.

A silk handkerchief, like the fancy ones that rich people used, was held out under her nose. She took it hesitantly, looking up to see the aurora blue eye of a boy, close to her own age, peering at her from underneath his silver-white bangs worriedly. "What's wrong?" (the girl asked this) How the girl could have known? How could she have known he was hiding his own sadness?

Taking a seat beside her, he looked up to the sky, silver-white hair fluttering slightly in the soft breeze that blew past the two. His voice was very quiet, so quiet that she had to strain to hear his voice. "It's nothing much. Just that since I'm from a rich family, my Daddy is always away on business. I hate it that I can't spend any time with him, but I get through everything all right… What about you?"

Tears she had fought down, built up again. "Th-those weird men came t-to my house and to-told my D-daddy that Mom-mommy was gone!" Sobs racked her body as she talked.

"It's okay You know what? Right now your mommy is probably in the sky, watching you and saying, 'I don't want you to cry!'"

She looked up at him, still sniffing. "R-really?"

Smiling, he answered. "Of course! And maybe she can also become friends with my mother! My mommy is in the sky too!"

"Yea, maybe." She smiled sadly, but smiled all the same, hoping that her mother really was watching over her and that she was happy, even if she couldn't ever see her mother again.

The boy grabbed the girl's hand, and pulled her to the seesaw, and then the swings, and they played, like kids their age should play, for a long time. By the end of the day, you could say that the two were the best of friends.

"Would you like to be my friend?" The question was unexpected. The blue-eyed boy looked nervous, as if he was afraid she would say no.

Allowing herself a small giggle, she answered his question with another one. "Do you even need to ask, baka?"

Chuckling slightly, he rubbed the back of his head. "I guess not, but I've been dying to ask someone that question! Give me an answer! Please?"

Smiling, she looked up at him again. "Of course!"

"And who are you calling baka?" He growled, chasing her around the park, both of them laughing.

The two stood in the middle of the park, sand filling their shoes, panting, their tiny hands resting on their tiny knees. "Um, do you know what the time is?"

The boy looked at his wrist watch that the girl hadn't noticed before. "It's 4."

Her eyes widened and she looked as if she was just about ready to run around in circles in panic. The boy almost laughed at the sight, although the girl probably had a good reason for looking like that. He got the reason soon enough.

"I've been here for 3 hours! I gotta go!" She waved to him as she started to run from the park, looking as if she was in deep concentration or the such.

Something in the boy's eyes shifted as he realized that he had forgotten the girl something. "Wait!" The girl turned, looking somewhat in a hurry. He ran up to her, starting to pant again. "What is your name?"

"I'm Haruhi. Fujioka Haruhi."

"And I'm Haru. Hitachiin Haru."

"Okay then, bye Haru-kun!" After smiling at him, her eyes widened in what looked like concern. Muttering something that sounded like "Oh no… So late… He'll be so worried… What about dinner? Gotta get home soon… Oh no…," she started to run.

Haru stared after her, waving until she was out of his sight. Slowly walking back to the swing, he took a seat on it, the swing gently rolling. "Fujioka Haruhi." His silver-white hair rustled in the wind, showing, for the first time, the eye that had been hidden by his bangs. It was a startling golden, much like the eyes of two certain some ones that we (as the audience) have come to know.

Haruhi looked around, turning her head one way and then the other. She sighed. She had already known that she wouldn't see him, but she couldn't have helped but hoped, could she? She took a seat on the swings, wondering about the boy. He had really managed to get her mind off her mom. "Haru-kun." She had just said the name to hear it, not expecting a reply.

"Yes, Haruhi-san?" Whirling around, she saw the person she had come there to see. Haru. She opened, and closed her mouth, trying to find something to say but not being able to say it, looking much like a goldfish. He chuckled at her expression, then took on a serious expression. "You know, Haruhi-san, when you say someone's name, you usually have something to say to them!" Dropping the serious expression, he stuck his tongue out at her. Of course, she didn't know he had done the exact same thing when she had left, the previous week.

"Baka!" She hit him, playfully growling, and then laughed as he winced and reached up to rub his head.

"Ow, that hurt, Haru-chan!"

"Hmph." She allowed herself a small smile before she realized what he had done, "and… WHO GAVE YOU THE PERMISSION TO CALL ME 'HARU-CHAN'?" She hit him again.

"That hurt too! You're so mean!" He whined, in a childish voice. "I just thought, that if I called you Haru, we could be matching! Can I please call you Haru? You can call me Haru too!"

He looked at her with the cutest puppy-dog face she had ever seen. She opened her mouth, trying to say 'No,' but nothing came out. She took another look at the sparkle-surrounded boy. Huffing, she replied reluctantly, "Fine!"

"Yes!" His expression quickly turned to one of triumph, as he pumped his fist up in the air. Haruhi sighed. What had she gotten herself into this time?

They played, even if they did act like adults some times, kids always played like kids. "Hitachiin-sama! We are ready to take you home!" Haru paused, his hands almost at Haruhi, starting to tickle her.

"Coming!" He yelled back to a black-suited man who was standing at attention near the edge of the park. He winked at her dumbfounded expression, "I did tell you I was rich, right?"

"Haru, you will be here next week right?" Haruhi asked him tentatively, as if she was scared of the man standing there.

"Of course, my best friend, Haru!" He ruffled her hair, making her duck down, grinning. "We'll be together forever!" He waited for her to grin back up at him, which she did, before he left her in the sand, running to the side of the strange man dressed in black.

"Bye!" They surprised each other, not to mention themselves, by waving and crying out to each other at the same time. Haru got into a sleek black limo, which Haruhi wouldn't even dream of sitting in, and was driven off.

Haruhi didn't stop waving until the limo was out of sight, after which Haru looked down in deep thought, overshadowing his golden eye. The blue eye could still be seen, more serious, yet less clear than it had been when he was with Haruhi. "Haruhi, huh? Haru." Then he smiled, not like you would expect him to, taking in the mood and all, but a grin, the same grin he had shown Haruhi.

Haruhi was walking slowly. All others that would have walked past her, would have thought she was staring off into space, judging by the blank expression on her face. Instead, she was thinking, very much alert, but thinking. What was that he called me? His best friend, huh? I've only met him twice, but he does seem to fit that category, more than anyone at school…

She never really thought about it again. She met Haru at the park every weekend. None of them had fixed the date, it had just happened, and soon they were the best of friends.

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