Disclaimer: I love Ouran so much. But too bad, I do not own it.
Synchyryn says: Out of my boredom and love for Ouran, I found myself writing this FanFic. I hope you'll enjoy and like it. Please review.
Summary: Haruhi Fujioka is an orphaned girl who dreams nothing but to finish her studies. She was sent to Paris to study in a prestige school under the care of a mysterious wealthy man that continuously supports her in terms of financial things. But a great catastrophe fell unto her. Upon arriving at Paris' Exclusive Airport, she was mistaken as the Fiancée of a man she didn't know and probably, she hates; A man with the name of Kyouya Ootori.
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Prologue
I don't know if this is the right thing to do, but I don't have any other choice. Okaa-san, Otoo-san, please guide me.
A week and a half after Haruhi's parents died in a car accident, she was found lying on the floor pale and almost lifeless.
She was seen so broken these past few days, because she still cannot accept the fact that her parents are already gone. And now, here she is, inside the hospital ward all by herself.
"uhn..?", she slowly stood up, grasping the nearest dextrose stand for support. Then a nurse approached her and assisted her in sitting down.
"Fujioka-san, the doctor said that you may already go tomorrow in the afternoon, so no need to hurry yourself." The nurse said and was about to leave when Haruhi halted her.
"Excuse me, but, as you may already know, I am already an orphan...and I don't have the capacity to pay the hospital bills ..."
"Actually, you don't have to worry about that anymore, because your bills are already paid..." With that, the nurse went out of the room and continued on with her daily duties.
The following day, Haruhi was already out of the hospital just what the nurse has said.
'I thought…I thought I'm going to be with them again…I failed...' Haruhi clenched her fists and went inside her apartment.
Her small one-room apartment is still the same; Lifeless.
Her phone rung.
Upon answering it, her eyes widened and she ran out of the apartment and opened her mailbox.
There, inside of it, was a small envelope with her name written on it.
She opened it and a note, plane ticket, together with a check fell on the floor.
"I-I'm going to Paris…" Her eyes widen as she murmured these words.