Okay. So this story used to be on my Its-in-your-eyes account as Friends to Lovers. I changed the title to something more original. well, I love Ouran and I started watching it for a second time today. So I thought; instead of just making a new one. I'll finish where I left off on that one. So, I did a little editing (I noticed a lot of spelling mistakes later on x.x ii fixed it so it's easier to read.) I also needed a break from my Modern Day Romance story. Lol. ii'm not really in any mood to write any lemons either. I just want Haruhi love xDD
I'm not sure how long I will keep writing this one. Or how the pairings will go. It all depends on the feed back I get. thanks to those four people that read it while it was on my other account. xD
Also, it might go M in later chapters. For now, it stays T for language, violence, and minor sexual themes.
OC alert is in affect. You have been warned.
(( By the way;; just because ii'm writing my Ouran one, does not mean that I'll bring my CSI: Miami ones back to life. For now, they're on permanent hiatus. I've lost all inspiration for their plots. Sorry. ))
The Reunion of Lost Hearts
It was a bright morning at Ouran Academy as the students started piling onto the school grounds. Some lingered outside to soak up the warm sunlight, while others chatted in the halls and classrooms of Ouran. One particular student was leaning against the outside wall, the shadow from a near by tree giving off a cool coat around her. Her name happened to be Haruhi Fujioka. Her appearance consisted of the male's uniform instead of the females, which was quite odd since she was female. In fact, she really appeared to be a boy. Her hair was short, her chest was probably an A, and she was very skinny. She definitely could pass as a boy at anytime.
Everyone knew she belonged to the Host Club, that's how she became so popular. But only a select few new that he was actually very much a she. She had been in the Host Club for sometime now, though at the beginning she never chose to be. Because of certain events that unfolded, she had to pay off a debt, and by doing so; she had been forced into the Host Club. However, by this time, she had grown quite attached to the Hosts of the club and opted to stay after her debt was paid off in full. Though, she hadn't told anyone yet.
The wind softly brushed Haruhi's bangs as she opened her eyes to peer around the semi crowded school grounds. She appeared to be waiting for someone. Then something caught her eye. Quietly she turned her head towards the direction of a some-what familiar face. Another girl, dressed in the male's uniform, seemed to be aimlessly wandering about.
'She really did decide to wear the boy's… I guess she's too tomboy for the girl's frilly uniform.' Haruhi chuckled to herself as she stepped away from the wall.
The other girl stopped for a moment, trying to read a small piece of paper in her hand. Her long chestnut hair was pulled up into a tight bun, letting a few think strands hang loosely at the sides of her face. Her dark sapphire eyes glazed over the huge building in front of her as she looked up. She was about the same height as Haruhi, perhaps an inch shorter. However, her chest wasn't flat and you could tell right away that she was female.
Haruhi raised her voice enough for the stranger to hear, "Sam-chan! Over here!"
The girl, now known as Sam-chan, whirled around with a large grin on her face. She dashed towards her friend and with such power, leaped into Haruhi's opened arms. Haruhi had to struggle greatly to keep her balance as they collided in a warm embrace.
"It's been forever!" Sam-chan squealed as she let go of Haruhi, still grasping her by the shoulders.
"Only ten years at most…" Haruhi chuckled in a playful saracstic manner.
"Oh, really. Feels more like ten thousand!" Sam-chan put an emphasis on thousand.
Haruhi's smile just grew as she yanked her friend into another hug.
"It's really great to have you back in Japan. How was America anyway?" Haruhi asked as she led Sam-chan towards the entrance of the Academy.
"It was awesome! But I missed you so much, Haru-sama!" She sighed, clinging to one of Haruhi's arm.
"I missed you too. But you have to give me all the details at Lunch!" Haruhi ordered, excited to learn about a native country. Sam-chan agreed, nodding a bunch of times.
"Attention, students…" The teacher began as they all went to their seats. "We have a transfer student with us." He gazed around the classroom as the students began to whisper to their neighbors. He coughed sternly, silencing them all. "She's a transfer student from America, though she knows Japanese very well." He added.
Reluctantly Sam slipped through the door and stood at the front, her head low. "Why don't you tell the boys and girls your name, miss?" He smiled down at her. She gulped, slowing picking her head up. Everyone's eyes were glued to her and she felt uneasy.
"Samantha Valentino." She spat out quickly, avoiding their gazes as if they were poisonous. Haruhi sat at the back end, smiling nervously.
'She sure hasn't changed. So scared around other people. I wonder how she survived without me in America.' She thought to herself as she watched her friend fidgeting around.
"Now, where can we seat you…?" The teacher trailed off.
"I wanna sit by Haruhi!" She spoke up suddenly, making everyone, including the teacher, jump.
"Alright. Alright." A sweat bead slid down the back of the teacher's head.
"Hai." She nodded, jogging to the back and taking a seat beside Haruhi.
"Seems that girl knows Haruhi…" A twin boy whispered to his brother. The twins' golden eyes flashed over Sam's figure as she was giggling beside Haruhi. The bell for the first periods rang out as the students hurriedly left the room.
"My father managed to arrange it so we have most classes together." Sam said happily. "I'm glad." Haruhi nodded, pulling her friend out of the room by her wrist.
"Haruhi! Who's your friend?" Kaoru and Hikaru suddenly appeared in front of the two after third period. Their eyes seemed to twinkle mischievously as they watched the two squirm.
Haruhi gulped uneasily as she maneuvered Sam-chan protectively behind her. "She's an old friend…" She choked out, feeling their gaze burning through her and into the frail girl behind her.
"Oh?" The two leaned closer, curiosity peeking with every moment.
"Yeah. Uh, Sam-chan… This is Kaoru and Hikaru…" Haruhi smiled as she nervously introduced them to her. She nodded from behind her friend.
"No need to be afraid." Kaoru moved around behind them. Sam jumped, her back against Haru's now.
Haruhi sighed heavily, "Leave her alone, guys. Anyway. We have to get to class." She grabbed Sam's wrist and yanked her away from the vial twins. They watched the two leave, gazing suspiciously at each other.
"Scary. Scary." Sam sighed as Haruhi and she stood in the lunch line.
"Yes, they are. You have no idea how scary and devious they can get." She also sighed, both looking worn from the twins.
"It's really nice of you to buy me lunch, Sam-chan." She perked up a bit, smiling faintly.
"No problem. I didn't realize you only ate bentos. From now on, you eat lunch with me!" Sam cheerfully smiled as they got their lunches.
There was an open table in the corner and the two decided to take it. As they sat and talked gleefully about Sam's journey to America, a pair of dim purple eyes watched them.
"Kyoya-sempai… Who's that girl that's sitting with Haruhi?" A blond haired boy pouted as he turned to a black hair boy. The other boy pushed his glasses up, assessing the girl's figure. "Samantha Valentino of the Valentino branch. High Italian mafia based business the father owns. My father knows him personally." The one known as Kyoya, finally answered.
"What's her connection with Haruhi?" He then asked. "Old friends." Hikaru and Kaoru answered, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. "How do you know that?" The blond one blinked. "We asked." Kaoru shrugged simply.
"Tamaki… Haruhi's glaring at us." Hikaru pointed out. Everyone's attention was turned to the glaring girl. She seemed quite upset that they were just gawking at her and her friend. Quietly she stood up, leaving her tray, Sam right behind her. They left the lunchroom. A frightened Tamaki was left crying in the 'corner of woe'.
"Well, I have to head to the Host Club, as much as I don't feel like it today." Haruhi sighed rather grumpily.
"Why can't you just skip a day? That Kyoya guy really wouldn't add to your debt, would he?" Sam cocked a skeptical brow.
Haruhi just shuddered at the thought and Sam understood right away. "Well then. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" She smiled, hugging her best friend tightly.
"Aye. We can hang out after school tomorrow if you want." Haruhi happily invited. Sam nodded excitedly before bidding her friend a far well.
Slowly Haruhi turned the doorknob to the Third Music Room. Like usual, thousands of red petals flew at her, wrapping her in their flowery scent. "I'm here." She announced annoyed as she took a step in.
"Who was that strange girl?" Tamaki practically attacked Haruhi with questions. "None of your business." She brushed him off as she walked passed him and to the customers that had designated her for today.
"But… But… Haruhi!" Tamaki wailed after her. She continued to ignore his whining as best she could.
Kyoya was off in the corner scribbling notes down on his clipboard as Honey and Mori were talking with customers. Hikaru and Kaoru were doing their 'twincest' thing for their own customers, though Kaoru seemed a little preoccupied. "Kaoru-kun? What's wrong?" One of the girls asked out of concern. "Huh? Oh, it's nothing…" Kaoru smiled reassuringly. "Are you sure, Kaoru?" Hikaru leaned forward, tipping his brother's chin up towards him. "Yes, Hikaru… I'm sure." Kaoru's eyes flooded with such emotion. The three girls burst into squeals and giggles at the very sight of 'twincest'. Though it seemed Haruhi's own mind was elsewhere as well. She just seemed to nod to the girls' questions and chitchat, her eyes half closed as her mind went to another place. Soon it was time for the day to close. Haruhi left the Host Club before anyone could attack her with more questions.