Max: Heh, guess your interested in this story eh? Well, here is the summary.
Grayson: There is no way in HELL I am going to say it.
Max: Fine, fine. Haruhi Fujioka has been on some crazy adventures during her time at Ouran High, but she is another step closer to her dream of becoming a lawyer like her mother. She sometimes missed those crazy days with the host club, and she missed her friends. But they never lost contact. Life had calmed down considerably. Now at the age of eighteen Haruhi is ready to take on the world, mainly college. Or so she thought. Little did she know, she was going to step right into the middle of the battle of wits between The Great Detective L and Kira the mysterious killer. Can she use her own wit to survive?
Grayson: Now ain't that a mouth full.
Max: Shut up.
Grason: Max and I own nothing. If we did, we would be rich. Duh. Anyway, Max does NOT own me either.
Max: I really don't understand why you bother pointing out I don't own you…. Anyway, here is the prologue.
Prologue
Haruhi Fujioka's chest filled with pride. She had survived Ouran, the Host Club, and NOW she was going to fulfill her dream! Well, as long as she survived college with decent grades. (Max: Haruhi's 'decent' grades are probably A pluses. Sheesh.) Smiling confidently Haruhi entered the room where she would be taking her test to get into her desired college. Everything was going rather smoothly, nothing out of the ordinary. That is until one of the exam watchers (Grayson: What the hell are they called anyway?) told one of the other students to sit correctly. Curious, she turned topeek atwho it was, only to see a rather strange boy staring intently at another boy who's looks envied Tamaki's. Turning back to her test Haruhi had one last thought on the pair; 'What a strange pair…'
Max: So what did you think? Yes, no-
Grayson: Finish that and I will fucking kill you over time.
Max: Heh… please tell me your thoughts on this, and maybe on how I can improve.
Grayson: Oh. And Obey. The. Lemming... 'Nuff said.