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The sunset soon became dark skies crowded by stars twinkling in its depths. Yet Haruhi and Alison sat in the living room while crickets hummed outside and cool air blew into the apartment like a gentle breeze. The two girls sat comfortably on the floor with blankets, sipping hot tea.

"So…" Alison held her small tea cup firm in her hands, her eyes staring down at the hot liquid. "Your...school has... a host club?" She looked at Haruhi, watching her expression with slight concern. What exactly did her older god sister get herself into? A host club was something Alison could never expect Haruhi to be willingly apart of so was she being forced and who was forcing her?

Haruhi nodded, pulling her blanket tighter around her shoulders. "You know what that is right?" She checked, her eyes meeting her godsisters. Alison was smart, an honor student just like her, back in middle school they would meet up, time from time and study at a small local coffee shop. If that was just in middle school, then why did it feel so much farther into the past?

Alison chuckled with a smirk. "No shit Sherlock, of course I do... but- does this mean you're like a call girl for rich people in a way?" Her laughter slowly slipping out between her lips as she sculpted a scene in her mind.

"Ah no." Haruhi shook her head. She watched her godsister with curiosity yet unsure if she wanted to know what Alison was thinking. "Thankfully, no."

Alison gave a small shrug as she stood up and closed the window behind her with shiver that moved through her small frame. "Well I guess that would have to be a hostess club…" She hummed, turning her head over her shoulder to glance at the brunette.

Haruhi set her tea down on the small table. "Well actually, I'm part of the host club. I am a host… it's a long story but….basically no one knows i'm a girl except the host." She spoke in reaching for her nearly empty cup.

Alison whipped around and looked at her, eyes wide and expression with shock. "Gross, so your basically a fuck boy." She sighed. "Then again, I guess if you can pull it off, congrats. I don't think I could do it. But you're flat chested, and your hair is cut short and though you're not exactly guy looking, you're not exactly girl looking either but you're adorable so I guess I can see why you would get the ladies." Haruhi bit her lip, listening to Alison wondering if she should be offended or not. Her eyes remained locked onto her with a subtle glare as Alison began chuckling. This could not be good.

"What's so funny….?" she sighed as she listened to Alison's uncontrolled giggles.

Alison cover her fit of laughter with her hands as her body rolled to the floor. "I'm imaging y-you giving a very bad strip tease." She took a deep breath. "You would probably try to take off your pants while walking and trip on a pant leg." She chuckled.

Haruhi sighed, blushing, why was her godsister like this? She thought Alison would mature by now. She quietly stood up. "Ali-chan. I'm going to sleep." With today's school day and now this, she just wanted to be alone to study in some peace and quiet.

Alison laughed as watched her godsister leave the room. She smiled contently letting her laughter slow. "Oh Haru? Noo don't gooo!" The raven haired girl pouted as Haruhi's bedroom door closed. This was not suppose to happen. Yet she bait to lure the one and only Haruhi back out to her. She turn to her suitcase, pulling out a small square shape container. She remember when she was a just a child and how she would beg Haruhi to help steal the fresh baked pan of cookies whenever her father made them. Haruhi would always disagree but the delightful smell would lead anyone change their mind. Yet they always failed. Alison's father or Ranka would catch them in the act yet always allowed them to walk off with a single cookie, one for each of them. "But Haru-chan I got cookies. Not any cookies but my Father's recipe, your favorite… er um.. At least when we were younger so if you wanna come out-"

Haruhi open the door and headed for the kitchen. "I'll get milk." Alison smiled as she placed the container on the table, adjusting the blanket around her. Her eyes landed back on Haruhi's figure, listening to her soft voice, "Sorry to walk out on you." She placed to glasses down on the table. "School was stressful today…" Haruhi sat down beside her, running a hand through her hair with a short sigh.

Alison reached for a cookie and looked at her. "Come on?" She took a small munch, letting out a small hum of content, glad to taste that she had followed the recipe correctly. They weren't perfect, the edges were burnt but it was far better than the last time she made them, leading to a small kitchen fire.

Haruhi laughed softly. "Well, we had a teacher come to the host club today."

The younger god sister eyes widen as she looked at her. "Ohh! That so Scandalous! I can't believe a teacher would be having a relationship with one-"

"Oh no! Not like that!" Haruhi cleared her throat. "He came asking for help, actually. Apparently his marriage isn't going to good. He thinks his wife isn't intrigued with him anymore."

Alison giggled and pushed the container to Haruhi who happily helped herself. "Ahh okay, then going to host club is the perfect solution?" She giggled. She paused as her eyes met Haruhi's Mother's shrine. She sighed and stood up grabbing two cookies and a napkin placing them down near her photo.

Haruhi fell silent watching her. She glanced at her glass, unsure what to say yet thankful that her mother was getting honor she deserved. "You don't have to…"

"I want too." Alison looked over her shoulder, a small smile lacing her lips. "I don't remember her much even if she was my godmother but… She always seemed amazing." She stared at Haruhi, greenish blue eyes shining with sort of pride. "She would be proud of you, Haruhi."

Haruhi beamed softly, a blush crossing her cheeks. She really wasn't the best type to take compliments. "Thank you, I hope so." She took a sip from her glass as she allowed her blush to fade into the growing silence. "And...Mitsuro… he would be proud of you." She stated softly, just as the air began to feel tense.

Alison sighed and nodded. "My father says that all the time..Usually when he's playing with his wedding ring..." She chuckled softly. "So every other day." She bowed her head in respect to the shrine of Kotoko before getting up. "I don't remember him either. I only remember that day in bits." She took a seat across haruhi. "Do you remember your mother?"

Haruhi smiled as her mother flashed through her mind, "Not exactly." She ran a hand through her hair. "But she was strong and smart and...just incredible." She felt look down feeling tears almost threatening her. She looked at the shrine of her mother. "I learn more about her from my dad. It hurts him just a bit… But I think apart of him likes to speak about her and I'm glad he does otherwise I don't think I would learn just what type of person she truly was."

The tension in the air made the silence grow stronger between the two of them. Alison took a sip of her milk to cover this silence which was longer than either one of them had anticipated to last leading the simple sip end up draining her mug. Haruhi sip while she waited for something to say. Sometimes she didn't even take an actual drink but instead held her lips to the rim and then put the mug back down. "Does… Does Your father ever talk about Mitsuro?" The words formed slowly and she hadn't quite realized what she had spoken till it was out on the table.

Alison was silent among her thoughts. Considering her answers and thinking of her parents or her only parent nowadays. "No, not really at least…. Papa doesn't talk about dad… He'll speak of how much I remind him of him… though I don't think i'm anything like him. Especially not biological." She laughed and twirled a piece of her hair. "But that's all he'll really say…" She thought back elementary school, how kids would bombard her with questions of American and how she would have to explain she never knew anything of the country. How grateful she would be when Haruhi would jump into the conversation and help explain it for her. Somehow always knowing what words to say when the raven haired girl was left speechless.

A blush formed upon her fair cheeks. With a stretch of her arms and a roll of her neck she pushed with back with yawn. Her head laid awkwardly on her own shoulder as she looked at the clock that hung on the wall. "It's already pretty late. Didn't think time would past so quickly." Her lips pressed gently together only to curve upwards into a shy smile while she stared at Haruhi. "I'll see you in the morning?"

Haruhi returning the smile, closing the blinding and making sure the door was lock. "Yeah, Good Night." She made her way back to her room with a small yawn while her mind debated to study or sleep.

Alison watched Haruhi slid her bedroom door closed behind her. She stood up fixing the makeshift bed before switching off the lights and settling down into it. She fumbled beneath the covers searching for the position that gave the most comfort all while she stared into the unfamiliar darkness of the Fujioka residence. Maybe it was minutes or hours of watch felt like mindlessly staring into the blank and empty darkness but soon a time came when she couldn't feel the means to hold her eyes open and was overpowered by the desire to sleep.

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