A bunch of things are different about this. Both Kyoya and Haruhi's mothers are still alive. Kyoya being 6 and Haruhi at the age of 5. Haruhi's mother is still a highly respectable lawyer and is great friends with Kyoya's mother, so in turn these two little dumplings have tons of play dates in their youngling age!
Disclaimer: Ohhh…...the things that would happen… ;)
Let's Begin!
As Haruhi trudged herself up that never ending concrete leading to the unmistakable house of the Ootori's, her mother's hand clasped tightly between her ever-present grasp she could only imagine what this little "playmate" would be like.
"He's probably like all those other darn rich people mommy makes me talk to. They never change; I mean is it so weird that my house can't become a homeless shelter for half of New York? And how come every time I do as my mother tells me to and play with them all THEY can do is scoff and walk away! I mean is it SO hard to sit and play for, what, two hours? You'd think that with all that money lying around they could afford some manners but nooo, it's too hard to be courteous to your own guest!"
And so began Haruhi's turmoil, as clouds darker than a sailor's storm filled about a ten miles radius. And please don't assume that her mother didn't notice this trust me, it was hard to miss what with the grip tighter than that of a wrestler placing a submission hold around his opponents neck. And who could mistake that inaudible amount of mumbles escaping those tender, innocent lips of hers, but then again can we blame her mother for not doing anything to stop her? She's gone through this hundreds of times and somehow Haruhi always managed to pull this sweet, chaste, pure smile out of thin air that was so bright you'd swear that it was one of those eccentric Colgate commercials. If her mother didn't know any better she would've mistaken Haruhi for a junior host.
But that aside her mother had a good feeling about that this play date would not be the same, for Haruhi's mother was not here on business, or anything of that nature this was a selfish visit in which to greet old memories as the new generation cascade around.
Finally they reached the door, just to be ushered in by a maid, setting Haruhi off more of how lazy the rich are. "How hard is it to just get off your big butt's and walk to a door. And trust me, some of those people really could use a few extra steps in there day." Finally entering what appeared to be a living did Haruhi stop her fuming. And it wasn't just this she stopped walking, breathing seemingly only being able to stare at this beautiful creature in front of her. Oh how precious it looked, and delicious may she add, and it was stripped ready and waiting for her right there on the platter. "Fatty Tuna! Fatty Tuna! FATTY TUNA! Can it get any better it appears to be untouched!"
After Haruhi finally averted her gaze and swipe the saliva from her chin did she notice a little boy, maybe a year or two older than her, dark hair, glasses, an unreadable expression laid across his face like a picnic blanket. She'll admit that he was rather dashing but this seemed less than important, the only thing intriguing her of this being was his statuesque form which was shattered as hi slipped his pen across a mysterious black notebook, like sliding a white satin dress over virgin skin.
Intrigued by this discovery Haruhi moved closer to the unknown existence. "Haruhi, this is Ootori Kyoya, he's the son of my friend. You can go play with him if you'd like." Said Haruhi's mother. And with permission, and curiosity swirling around like a hurricane inside Haruhi's small little head she took the first step toward a journey not even god saw coming.
Yeah, yeah, yeah I know that it's not that good but come on, it's my first fanfic, keep the hating down please. I promise I'll try to make it better along the way, swear on it. And now I leave as others before me have… PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE review! If you want my pet unicorn to live you'll give me hope, and dreams, and rainbow princesses that it needs to live!