A/N: Hey I decided to write this story just to get it out of my head so that I can make room for other stories! And I owe a lot of thanks to BooShooFasa for beta reading this story! Anyways I hope you enjoy! Please read and review, I would love to know what you think! :D

~Haru Eclipse

"Miss Shina," a polite voice said behind me.

"Yes, Nan?" I asked taking my gaze away from the large window near my desk and looking at her. She stood in the door way, her grey streaked hair pulled into a loose bun, with her hands knitted together in front of her.

"Your father wishes to see you."

I nodded my head giving her the signal to leave and she bowed slightly before leaving the room. After a few seconds of silence I sighed and got up from my desk and closed my laptop. The long halls were quiet and lifeless. The world outside our home was peaceful, sunny. The large city, that made our business flourish, stood tall in the distance and the noise from the insane traffic was like the buzz of an annoying bee.

I wonder what Father wants to see me for, I pondered as I passed under another fancy arch. The maroon carpet was soft under my bare feet, and the light shining through the large windows that adorned the left wall gave me enough light to find my way. As I got closer to my father's study a sick feeling grew in the pit of my stomach. I hope everything is alright…

Finally my father's study came into view. Its large oak doors were closed and a sliver of light slipped underneath. Taking a deep breath I prepared myself for what was to come, and I knocked twice.

"Come in," My father's voice boomed and I let myself in.

"You wished to see me, Father?" I asked standing in front of the door. His study had a warm and homey feeling to it with soft couches facing the antique desk.

"Yes Shina, my dear! Now come and have a seat," He beckoned me to a furnished chair in front of his desk. Not wanting to anger him, I took his offer and sat where he had gestured. As I waited for him to get settled I watched closely to see if I could find some type of clue as to why he called me, but his appearance gave none. Finally he smiled and asked, "So how are you?"

"I'm fine Father, but is everything alright?" I asked, failing to hide the worry in my voice.

He sighed but kept his smile, as if to tell me not to worry. "I'm afraid that's why I've called you here."

"Father, are you alright?" I asked, the feeling in my stomach getting worse.

"I'm fine but," He began but paused as if trying to figure a way to explain something to me. Finally he figured it out and said, "I've found out from your grandfather's doctors that he's not doing as well as they hoped and he wants us to come home."

"What do you mean?" I asked, though I had a good idea of where this was going.

"We're moving back to Japan, and soon," he said rather bluntly dropping his smile, his face showing his true age. "Your grandfather might not even last the year, and the doctors say that it will be good for him if we stay with him until then."

My eyes widened and for a moment everything got quiet and my heart seemed to slow. The world outside seemed so distant, even the sun looked like it was farther away than it was just moments before. Finally I recovered enough to speak. "When are we leaving?"

"You are going to take a plane to Japan sometime this week and you'll stay with your grandparents until I arrive."

"You're not coming with me?" I asked, already a numbing sensation was traveling up my legs.

"I'm afraid that I have things I must finish before I join you, though I promise that I won't be long."

"Where will I go to school?"

"You'll be attending Ouran Academy."

"Is that close to the house?"

"Well, it's not terribly close, but you'll have a much shorter commute than the one you have now."

"Is it a private school, or is it public? Is it anything like the school I'm going to now?"

For a moment his expression changed, and a hint of his former smile returned. "It is a wonderful private school, much better than the school you're enrolled in now!"

"Al-alright. D-do you know when grandfather will…" But I couldn't finish, for a lump had formed in my throat, and the sheer thought of him dying was bringing tears to my eyes.

Father's expression turned to stone once again, and the hinted smile was washed away. "The doctors aren't sure, for his health seems to be up and down for the past few months, though your grandmother seems to be getting more worried as the weeks go by."

"I-I understand," I stood up shaking and my father put a steadying hand on my shoulder to keep me from falling. "I'll start packing...Is that all?"

"Yes, but will you be alright?" He asked his eyes full of concern as he stood beside me.

"I'll be fine," I tried to say.

"Are you sure?" He didn't sound too convinced.

"Yes, I think" He then pulled me into a comforting hug and rocked me slightly. I gratefully returned the hug.

"It'll be alright, if you need anything you know where I'll be and I'm sure Nan will help you too," He said as he looked at me.

"Thanks," I whispered and he kissed my forehead before releasing me. Then I walked numbly to the door and closed it quietly behind me. I staggered down the hallways back to my room. My tingly legs carried me forward as my mind was going elsewhere.

What am I going to do? I thought as I passed window after window. If he dies than I have to take over for him, and I don't think I'm ready for that.

Maybe Father could stand in for me until my studies are completed; I mean he does own half the company. For a moment I stopped and looked out a window to see the sun shining high above the sky, no cloud in sight. The city a few miles away seemed to be livelier as more of its people were up and about, unaware of what was happening here. But that was New York for you, early in the morning and people are making just as much noise as a small town when everyone was awake. Sighing I moved forward and stumbled into my room. But he's a photographer not a film maker.

"I can't believe I'm going home," I sat on my bed. Gently I lifted a frame from beside my bed and I gazed at the happy memory. A single tear ran down my face and splashed onto the glass as my fingers traced the small person captured in the photo. My heart swelled at the thought of returning home, where all the pain was, the place my father and I wanted to escape. "I'm really going home."

"You should stop talking to yourself, people will start thinking you're nuts," A calm voice, hinted with slight humor, said from a few steps behind me.

"Oh hey Nan," I said to my maid, who was more like a mother, and I wiped the stray tear from my face. And I tried to hide my distress, but failed. "Some might say I'm already there,"

Nan sat beside me and I leaned against her. She sighed sadly seeing the photo in my hand and began to smooth my long black hair. "I know it'll be painfully to go back, but isn't it for the best?"

"Yeah I know," I whispered. "And grandma will need the support. But I don't think I'm ready for the responsibilities he'll leave me once he goes."

"Miss Shina I'm sure that once he does go that you'll be ready to take his place, and you know your grandfather, he'll make sure you're more than ready," my maid reassured me. "Anyways I believe that you are more than capable to do so, trust me."

A range of emotions swirled, and none of them were good. A sick feeling ran through me as I placed my head into my hands. Already I could feel the pain creep back into the part of my heart that I was sure died long ago. "I just don't want to feel the way I did before we left, all that pain and the lonely nights spent in the dark room."

"I understand that things are going to be a little difficult for you to handle," Nan started to gently rub my back, her worn hands going around in large but even circles. "But you're not going to be alone; and we'll take each step at a time together!"

Looking up I saw both sadness and strength in her grey eyes. Sitting up I wrapped my arms around her neck and buried my face into the fabric off her dress. Though I would not let any tears fall it was comforting to feel her hold me in her arms, the way she did when I was much younger. "Thanks Nan,"

"It's my pleasure," She said into my dark hair. "And anyways I promised her that I'd always take care of you."

Pulling away I saw her smile, small but it was there-and I looked down with sad expression, remembering the day she made that promise. Looking at the photo that laid on my bed I saw the smile we both share, and I could hear her small weak voice in my head "I'll always be with you Shina, just like before only you won't feel my hand in yours. But please promise me that you'll live a life that I'll never get to…live life for the both of us!"

"Yeah, I remember that day," I said sadly as I remember my promise to her. Then Nan released her hold on me patted my shoulder.

"Now let's get your things packed!" She clapped her hands and stood up, going to my closet. That's Nan for you, always the first one to bottle things up to a get a job done. Slowly I stood up and looked out the window as she hurried around the room looking for this and that.

Looks like I'm coming home. And maybe things will be different, I thought before I started helping Nan with my things.