Disclaimer* I do not own Ouran host club.
Life Continues…..
Chapter 2 Old and new friends
In a modest white bedroom, particularly devoid of any self-expression except for some splashes of color here and there and myriad of achievement certificates. The pieces of paper, plastered around the room with cheap tape that would detach from the wall after opening a window or closing the door too harshly. Leaving your prized item worth displaying float to the ground for the first person to come along to crumple it beneath their feet leaving a soiled footprint embedded on the paper.
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Except to the girl the achievement certificates were issued to would have much rather just stuffed them in a drawer somewhere and forget about them. The girl thought the various pieces of paper didn't really show any achievement. To the girl, the certificates represented nothing more than forced attendance. For the past three years of classes she really would have preferred to be left out of the pointless classes.
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Since her father expected her to attend class without fail. For the girl the papers were not just worthless pieces of paper the papers represented a constant irritation between her and her father. The proud father was the culprit of her current room décor. One day she came home from school and found the offending pieces of paper stuck haphazardly around her entire room.
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She might have fought her father harder against attending the refinement classes but she has found one shining reason to not really put up a fuss. Amongst the hordes of snobbish students that preferred she just go back where she belonged, she met three of her closest friends her first week in classes. With exception of an acquaintance here and there her only three friends since her father dragged her to this part of the city.
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After her first class at the Haninozuka dojo, Haruhi and Honey-sensei quickly became close friends. The baby faced sempi insisted on making the girl his first protégé .Soon after their first couple of private lessons the older teenager introduced her to his cousin Takashi Morinozuka the two cousins seemed inseparable to the girl. Mori-san, his preferred name, is a tall stoic boy two years her senior .The young teenage girl has grown accustom and found comfort from the teenage boy with the quiet nature.
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The chestnut haired girl found a constant companion for the afterschool classes and a best friend. Throughout the years the girl's friendship had developed with a girl she found her absolute opposite. Haruhi would see her friend, the over the top, animated Renege practically every day. At times, the fan girl would push Haruhi to her very edge of annoyance with her over the top obsessions with various characters of entertainment .Her mood for the girl would soon pass when Renge would suddenly crack a joke or demonstrate her kind nature that was often hidden by the girls frenzied obsessions.
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When Haruhi wasn't scheduled for a class, she would dive deep into her studies. Tonight was one of those nights. Some rather important tests were coming up, she would take full advantage of her time .The girl was usually scheduled for 1 to 2 classes a day after school. Meaning her assigned homework for the day needed to be complete by the time Renge came knocking at her door.
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The young girl found herself hunched over her desk with a small orange desk lamp shining down on her books .Her head furrowed in concentration. She's vigorously scribbling figures on a piece of paper. Trying to complete her last two remaining problems. Haruhi figured one of the undeniable laws in homework is the toughest problems are always the last two of the assignment. She thought she had finally figured out one of her remaining math problems .The girl picked up her notebook while scratching her forehead with the end of her pencil, checking her calculations .When her phone buzzed and broke her concentration. She could tell by the ringtone it was her best friend of two years.
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She argued with herself, wondering if she should let it go to voicemail…. at least until she finished her assignment. Haruhi knew her friend would be displeased to know her calls were being screened for homework. The young teen reluctantly dropped her pencil on her desk to lace her fingers around her blue flip phone as the orange flower charms dangled against her hand as she answered it.
"Hello, Ren." Throwing her head back resting it on the back of the soft blue blanket hanging off her chair.
"Hey Haru, what have you been up to on this wonderful evening…..And don't tell me you're wasting it on studying. Only you would think of trashing our free night from classes with your nose stuck in some book."
Shaking her head at her friend's idea of wasting time. "Well, actually…"Trailing off
"I knew it." Renge spoke in a defeated tone. Haruhi knew her friend would be shaking her head.
Rolling her eyes. "How, can I help you, Ren?"
"Ooo, aren't we all business like today …Well actually I have a favor to ask of you."
Letting out a sigh. "What's the favor?" Haruhi gracefully extending her hand across her desk to a little car that she kept there. Her hand lightly guided the rolling car back and forth along the front of her desk .She finds the repetitive action comforting.
"I know, you don't much care for painting classes, and have somehow managed to escape from attending any them."
"There's really no real mystery there, I had shown my father some of my paintings and we both decided to further my studies in other endeavors. Ones, I actually have an ounce of talent in."
"Well you see I have one coming up and I can really use your company. It's only a couple of Saturdays in a watercolor workshop. I would really appreciate it. If you would go with me?"
"Renge, the weekend is the only time I have to do my chores and go grocery shopping for the week." Annoyed.
I will never get use to your commoners, over worked way of life. I know I'm asking a lot but I really want to go, the sensei is supposed to be brilliant at the art. Please pretty…pretty…pretty….pretty…pretty please?" Renge pleads with a whiney voice."
Haruhi ,new their really was no other choice but to accept .She knew when her friend really has her heart set on something it was futile to resist. It was better to accept and be rewarded with peace and quiet rather than be constantly hounded until she relents .That is why over the years Haruhi would find herself at fan conventions. Standing hours in long lines with fan girls screaming. Waiting to get a scribble from an actor. She gives out a heavy sigh I Suppose it wouldn't hurt…" Trailing off rubbing her head in irritation.
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"Oh Haru ,thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. You're my best friend. Ah, Haru, I have one other itsy, bitsy, insignificant detail I forgot to mention…Kyoya-sempi called and invited us to meet him and his friend after class."
"Renege!?"
I know I'm asking a lot but I about flipped when he called and you know ever since your first day in Mme. Charlotte's class I've developed a bit of a crush for him ….it would mean the absolute world to me… if you agreed to do this ?"
Rolling a little blue car back and forth across the surface of her desk, unconsciously." I would say your crush for Kyoya-sempi is more than a "bit" of crush it's more like a raging infatuation, boarder lining on stalker behavior .Haruhi released a heavy sigh. "Fine… but no Comiket or AnimeJapan for the year."
"I'll agree to Comiket but no not AnimeJapan your costume is already being made." The voice over the phone sounded offended at the mere suggestion of missing the precious event.
"Fine deal."
"Oh, you are the best."
Glancing over at her unfinished work "Yeah, yeah. Now, may I please go back to my studies?"
"By all means have a goodnight."
Shaking her head from the interruption "Goodnight, Ren." She flipped her blue phone shut before turning in her chair the annoyed girl tosses the cause of her interruption on her bright blue bedspread.
The determined student tried to go back to her unfinished problems but couldn't concentrate. 'Mr. No Emotion, just asked Ren out. Well I wouldn't say the older teenage boy had no emotions more like carefully concealed emotions hidden behind his glasses. After that first day of classes my former partner never really spoke to me except for the occasional greetings. It seems to me he has never went out of his way to befriend someone unless it benefited him somehow. So how was the aloof teenager benefiting by introducing us to his friend?'
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Deciding she wasn't able to concentrate any longer the girl threw her bright blue pencil down on her notebook. She stretched her hands up in the air and yawned .She would tackle the last two problems in the morning. Haruhi walked over to her bed and slipped off her tangerine colored slippers. She flopped down on her plush, bright blue bedspread. 'This Saturday was going to be interesting.' With her slightly damp hair splayed out on the soft pillow she continues to think about her last phone call. The girl's thoughts soon relaxed and her eyes drooped down allowing her to drift to sleep.
-Early Saturday morning with in the grounds of a large estate. Mystery POV
I placed my hand on the brass handle squeezing the trigger down opening my front door. Pulling the door open and glancing over my shoulder with a heavy sigh. I took a reluctant step with my orange canvas shoes and stepped out of my front door crunching the orange and red colored leaves under the soles of my feet.
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I took one last look over my shoulder, as I closed the door. I continued to forcefully endure, trudging one step after the other walking down my family's extended driveway. Once at the gate I turned one last time to study a figure in a window in a far distant house, I just walked from. With a heavy heart. I lifted my arm and turned my back towards the figure in the window before straightening my shoulders and continued out of the gate..
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If I wasn't so concerned for who I had left behind, today would have been a great day. With the warm fall sun bathing my face in its cheer. But instead I trudged down the sidewalk with my hands in my cargo pants and my bag over my shoulder while forcing myself to move forward. Even though I felt a magnetic force pulling me back.
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My mother could be such a pain at times .This morning she bursts through my bedroom surprising us, she hasn't been home for months. She grabs my foot and yanks me out of bed .The staff literally pushes me out the door. Then my mother orders me to get ready to walk to class handing me a new outfit. I intended to skip the class my brother was coming down with a small cold. But my crazy mother insisted I go to this particular class. The class my brother and I looked forward to .I wasn't even allowed to take my normal transportation there and back. I was expected to spend the day away.
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So I moved against the magnetic pull with my bag over my shoulder and I trekked forward. Step by step until I entered the classroom. I decided to take a seat in a far off corner. Better to melt in the background, (something I picked up from my father.) Then stand out and be bombarded with people trying to "befriend" one of the infamous, recluse brothers.
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Sometime before my fifth birthday my brother and I had shut everybody out, including our parents. It was just too painful to let anyone else in. I was so young when the event occurred, I only get fuzzy glimpses of the person from my past….from memories…..pieces of a recurring dreams. When I ask my mother, where the person went, she gets a heartbreaking expression on her face, quickly changes the subject.
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Even though my brother portrays a callous, presumptuous exterior, it couldn't be further from the truth. My real brother the one behind the facade is overly abundant with feelings for people he holds dear. There's a price for these over flowing feelings, he hurts deeply if he feels a love one has betrayed him. For this reason he only trusts me and is fiercely protective. It's always been just us with one painful exception who just… vanished leaving my brother in a depressed state causing him to slam the door on our world to lock it tight.
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I reached in my bag and pulled out my preferred materials for the class and laid them out in my work area. Glancing at the clock I noticed I needed to kill some time, before class. Grabbing my favorite orange sketch book and pencil I begin to gaze out the window for some inspiration .My attention was seized by a rather old lace leaf maple with scraggly limbs sprawling from the trunk.
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When I needed a little comfort I would often draw one tree. Under the tree I would always draw my ghost girl the one with the big brown eyes. I've drawn hundreds of the same picture in various techniques, while concentrating on the details of the girl's face. The pictures brought me comfort but also a little sadness. The only real argument I ever had with my brother was from him demanding I never draw the brown eyed girl again and forget about her…. I refused. Later when we came to understanding and patched thing up. I would go off and draw my trees and my brother wouldn't go looking for me.
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The girl was the only other person ever allowed in our world. One morning the girl left our house and never came back. No one was ever allowed in our world after that. I remembered four clues of my ghost girl's identity. 1. Big brown eyes chestnut hair girl reminded me of a China doll. Number 4 is the most important clue her name was Haruhi.
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Staring out my window sketching my preferred subject. Loosing myself in the drawing until the hum of the classroom increases with more students. Glancing at the clock I notice the class is about to begin .I close my sketch book placing it in my bag. Turning my back away from the window before quickly stealing a glance at the empty seat next to me. Leaning back into my seat I begin to watch the students file in to the classroom. From experience all outsiders including my fellow classmates are all idiots.
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Already bored with the class, I reach up and stretch my arms when I notice two girls walking into the classroom. One of the girls is blonde and talked animatedly with a shrill voice. They were typical one-dimensional girls. I was convinced most girls were superficial and would claim their undying love to the first handsome figment of their imagination they met. Never really bothering to get to know the person inside. The futile blonde girl I can hear over the crowd. She's talking about some TV show and no doubt fallen head over heels for the lead character. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Bored I glanced over to the girl's friend.
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I could only see the back of the other girl's head as she occasionally nods every once in a while to show she was paying attention to the blonde. She was either waiting for someone or desperately wanted to leave the classroom, noticing her head kept glancing towards the open classroom door.
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For the first time I glanced up at the front of the classroom where a tall man with a pointy black goatee and a French beret was getting his materials ready to instruct the class. I rolled my eyes, the teacher was a walking, talking cliché. I pulled out my sketch book about to get lost in my drawing once more and ignore this horrid class. When shrill laughter could be heard from over the bustling classroom. I looked towards the direction the laughter was coming from to find the blond once more.
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Her friend was trying to calm her down while checking around to apologize to her neighbors for the disturbance. That's when the blonde's friend flashed her large brown eyes towards me and gave me a polite smile. I sat there petrified before shaking my head to take another look as I returned a smile to the girl. I know this sounds like I'm ripping this line off some corny movie but it literally felt like time stood still as I stared in those eyes….the eyes that are an identical match to my ghost girl.
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Hesitant to be considered rude for staring I force my eyes to the front of the class. The man with the sharp goatee and the French beret calls for our attention and starts residing the simplest rules of wet on wet watercolor technique. A bored expression could be seen on my face if anyone bothered to look. To think I wanted to take this class, I mastered this technique years ago, bored with my instructor. I glanced my eyes back to the girl, quickly grabbing my sketchbook and turning the pages comparing the girl to my drawings, each picture resembled the girl. Swallowing hard, I quickly snatched up my pencil in my fingers to sketch the girl. Being careful not to look obvious that I was sketching a complete stranger. Occasionally picking up my paint brush to look like I was attempting to follow the assignment.
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We were instructed to paint a potted ornamental lily. The brown eyed girl was flopping around her paintbrush with no real technique or purpose she looked bored and not particularly interested in this class. I noticed she wasn't really paying attention to the assignment and I wanted to see what she was painting with cat like curiosity that was killing me. Perhaps, it would give me a clue to her identity. I decided I would stand up and go get some fresh water maybe wash out my brushes.
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Taking the long way around, behind the girls' table, I quickly glanced my eyes to the girl's painting. I was right she wasn't paying any attention to the assignment. She was painting large swaths of orange and blue in a design with an abstract car in the middle. Well, I was hoping it was an abstract either that or the girl had been trained by a toddler. I quickly glanced at the blonde's painting, she was being quite serious about the beginner assignment .Just as I thought. The blonde probably begged the brown eyed girl to go with her, it was a chick thing.
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A stream of cool water runs over my brushes. I make sure not to damage the points. A weird tingling feeling begins to travel up my spine. Concentrating on my brushes, I didn't notice a girl coming up from behind me until she was using the sink, next to me. I shifted my eyes to the side, to glance at my neighbor. It's my ghost girl, the brown eyed girl. She's at the sink next to me washing her brushes. I need to say something but what?
Clearing my throat I turned to look in her direction. "So, how did your assignment turn out?"
The girl looked at me with a confused look on her face. "Fine, I wasn't really taking this class seriously. You?"
"No, not really, I thought the instructor would be brilliant but, no, he is just a cliché of an artist they must have kidnapped off the street." 'I can barely keep it together, her demeanor reminds me of a china doll.'
Scrunching her nose and giving me a chuckle. "Yeah, I know what you mean, who wears a beret, anymore."
I chuckled at her observation.
Drying her hands. "Well, it was nice to meet you, my friend's waiting, Goodbye." She turned on her heel back to her friend.
I dried my hands and headed back to my seat cleaning up my area, packing my things away in my bag. Glancing at the clock, I figured class was ending soon. I needed to know more. Maybe I could flirt with both girls possibly invite both girls out for coffee. Hell, I was so desperate to find out more… I would lower myself to strike up a conversation with the boorish blonde.
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When the students started exiting the classroom I threw my bag over my shoulder and straightened my clothes before heading for their location to make my move. When a wave of students started to head for the door to leave the classroom. Blocking my path to get to the girls. Once the crowd finally dispersed the girls were gone. I ran out of the classroom but they must have been picked up. There was no sign of them. Disheartened I decided to drown my sorrows in maple nut ice-cream and luck would have it, the best in the city was a few blocks down.
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I didn't completely loose the girl, the class was a two week class. Maybe I could convince my brother to come to the next class. The two of us should be able to charm the girls to go out with us .That's if I could convince my brother to have anything to do with the girl.
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We were both devastated when the girl vanished but Hika crumbled into a deep depression. For months he refused to talk, even to me. I have never seen my brother act like that, not even the time we tried to befriend a maid that couldn't tell us apart. She told my brother and I "probably no one would ever be able to tell us apart" as she was trying to escape out a window, after ripping off one of my parent's safes. It wasn't the theft that bothered us. It was her words that hit us at our very core. After that we started to give up on other people. Until one day a childhood friend of my mother's arrived with her daughter and turned our world upside down. Over 10 years ago.
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My ears caught a shrill laugh I followed it and there sitting at a table is my ghost girl and the blonde. What luck, I guest great minds do think alike. I couldn't just go over there and talk to them that would look a bit stalkerish. I'll buy some ice-cream and sit at a table, sketching and trying to come up with some way to talk to her.
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I went to order three scoops in a waffle cone when I noticed two boys coming up to sit with the girls. I recognized the two boys, they went to my school. In fact isn't that the "Futile lord" that has been harassing my brother and me all week, to join his stupid club. His obvious attempt to gather the students of the top five families. What would they want with my ghost girl?
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End of mystery point of view. (Mystery POV is sweet Kaoru.)
Ice cream parlor Just before Kaoru walks in the door.
Two girls sit at the table talking about the class they just went to.
Haruhi grabs her friend's hand from across the table "Ren don't make me go to the class next week, the sensei was awful. "Haruhi pleads with her friend.
Renge shakes her head. "Haru you promised …speaking of class who was that dreamy guy you were talking to over by the sink?" Intently staring at her friend with curious eyes.
Pulling her hands away and straitening her shoulders looking away with a slight blush on her cheeks. ."Oh, just a fellow classmate, who thinks the same thing about our new sensei, as I do… that's all. ",
"Well, I thought he was cute." Pulling her hands to the side of her face with doe like eyes."
"Who the sensei or the guy at the sink?" Haruhi asks while chuckling a bit.
"The guy at the sink of course!" Renge almost yells out in the quiet atmosphere.
"Shhh …You think all boys are cute." Glancing around to see if my friend disturbed anyone with her voice before bluntly replying and roll her eyes.
Glancing at the door .Renge's annoyance for her friend soon dissolves in to a mischievous smile. "Speak of the devil, look who just walked in. You should go talk to him." Nodding her head toward the door.
Using her most girly sarcastic voice to imitate her friend. "What would I say? We just happened to walk in the same store after taking the same class…. I'm not any kind of stalker… but I think you're cute, and I just want to have a conversation with a complete stranger ….No, way in hell."
Turning back to her normal blunt voice. "Why not? I've heard worse….I would lead with hello, I think your cute …..Ooo so you do think he's cute!" Renge's eyes light up.
"Well, no I was just making a joke." Haruhi folds her arm at her chest looking away.
Taking her finger and poking her nose. "No, I see it, in your face. You do think he's cute." Letting out a breath while shaking her head. Getting up from her seat .You know …If you don't admit it. Then I guess… you've given me no choice .I'll go tell him for you." With a wide smile on her face taking one step in the boy's direction.
Reaching her hand out to swiftly grab her friend's arm before giving her a strong glare. "Renge, don't you dare!"
Letting out a breath dropping her head defeated. "Fine… Yes, I think he's cute. Are you happy now? Please sit down." Haruhi speaks in a defeated tone.
With a satisfied smile, Renge sits back down. "So now …go talk to him."
"I can't put my finger on it... but, I have this heavy feeling of déjà vu …when I look at him." Haruhi tilts her head to think as she once more steals a quick glance at the ginger.
With wide eyes she flutters her eyes rapidly, falling back into her chair, in her own dream like state. "I'm totally getting that vibe from him now. You were lost loves, in another life."
Shaking her head. "No, nothing like that… You know what? I think I will say hi, He's sitting right next to the napkins. I'll just bump into him that way .The chestnut girl was about to stand up to go "bump" into her ginger headed classmate …
A cool voice interrupts Haruhi's actions. "Hello ladies, I do hope you weren't waiting long." Kyoya bows to the girls.
"Not at all, we only just arrived." Renge replies in the most girly voice
Gesturing to a tall blond boy. "I would like to introduce you to my fellow classmate and friend, Suoh Tamaki. He recently arrived here from France."
Tamaki takes a deep bow before straitening. "Hello, my lovely Princesses, it's a pleasure to meet you." With the utmost poise and grace he quickly takes each girl's hand to quickly peck their hands.
Pushing his glasses up with one finger "Tamaki, why don't you entertain these lovely ladies, while I procure everybody's ice cream? Girls what can I get for you?"
Renge with girly voice. "Oh, Kyoya-chan, how sweet of you, peppermint, please?"
"And you Haruhi-san?"
"Thank you Kyoya-san, Strawberry please?"
"Tamaki?"
"Oh, um, french vanilla please?"
"All right, four ice creams coming up. I'll be right back."
"Hey wait minute, Kyoya-Chan I'll help you." Renge swiftly leaves her seat to lace her arm, with the glasses wearing boy, forcing the two to walk very close together.
Tamaki, speaks, while drumming his figures on the surface of their table "So, Kyoya tells me you just started a water coloring class?"
"Um, Yes…but I only went because my friend asked me to." Giving Tamaki an awkward smile."
"Oh, so what classes do you take, my lovely princess? "Giving her a genuine smile with sparkling eyes.
"I take a bunch of classes, most of them I don't much care for… But I like to read …so do you miss France?"
"Yes, I do, more than I can possibly imagine." His smile falters for moment, his heart aches…. For the people he left behind.
"I'm sorry." Feeling remorseful she gently places a hand on his and gives him a comforting smile.
"Don't be it was just my childhood home… I miss it terribly, but I have a new life with new adventures, such as meeting you, my lovely Princess."
"So Tamaki-san, do you have any interests?" Trying to change the subject and lift the boy's spirits.
"Well, like you, I have many classes but my one love…. is the piano." Giving her a dazzling smile.
Caught up in his smile "Really, how nice?"
"Here you go." Kyoya, Renge walk over to hand both Tamaki and Haruhi and hand them their ice creams.
"So, Haruhi-san how is your new life going." Kyoya asks while sitting down.
"Oh, I did take your advice, and the classes don't bother me as much as use to."
"Renge-san have you picked your high school yet?" Kyoya looks at the girl hanging on his arm.
Stopping for a moment to take a lick of her ice cream. "I've been thinking about Lobella, but I'm not sure. Which school do you attend Kyoya-chan.
While the others were wrapped up in the conversation about choosing high schools. Haruhi glanced over at the ginger's table without turning her head. She let out a sign in relief, noticing the ginger headed teen was at his table, sketching.
"Both Tamaki and I go to Ouran high school."
"Haruhi-san do you know where you will be going."
"Uh no, I doubt I'll get a say in the matter." She speaks in a matter of fact tone.
"Kyoya-chan I've heard Ouran is a wonderful school. Isn't it a boarding school?"
Swing her arms about the high school Renge bumps into the brunette with her ice cream "Opps, Oh, I'm sorry. What would Mme. Charlotte Say?"
"She would probably say something like… ladies, do not make accidents, only graceful mishaps. " Haruhi chuckled .
"I have no doubt she would make you stay after class." Kyoya coolly added.
Tamaki confused by their inside joke and more concerned for Haruhi. "Here, let me get some napkins for you."
Haruhi pulled up both hands towards Tamaki. "No, that's all right, I'll get it." 'It must be Ren's way of pushing me to talk to the ginger headed boy.' Haruhi thought, as she caught her friend's face who gave her a small wink.
The chestnut haired girl casually strolled across the ice cream parlor. She glanced over her shoulder to see Ren distracting both boys, wrapping them around her finger. Haruhi passed the ginger's table glancing down at him. She notices him concentrating intently on his drawing, unaware his half eaten ice cream is dripping down his fingers. Curious, she peeks at his drawing. '
He's designing a dress? I think he might be the first teenage boy I've ever met, that designs women's clothing….but if there's anything I've learn in my new life is always expect the unexpected .'She grabs a couple of napkins from the counter behind his table. She starts to rub the ice cream out of her shirt.
"You know you should never rub a spot, always dab and if possible use some soda water." Haruhi heard a voice behind her.
She slowly turns to view the person who was speaking to her. She glances around but only see's the ginger headed boy is close enough to speak to her. "Thank you, I see you have a knack for clothes. Nodding her head towards his drawing
He sits up and places his pencil behind his ear. "You, could say that." With a mischievous smile to match his tone.
A light blush colors her cheeks for being so forward. "I'm sorry… but you never gave me your name."
"Oh that's right you left before I could introduce myself, my name is Hitachiin Kaoru. "He flashes a sweet smile, carefully studies the girl for any sign of recognition of his identity.
Lost in Kaoru's sweet smile, her memory flashes for quick second. The flash includes a four year old ginger tossing leaves with the same sweet smile. She shakes her head. "Nice to meet you, Kaoru-san my name is Fujioka Haruhi. Sorry I spaced a minute .What would Madame Charlotte think?" Chuckling at her inside joke.
As Kaoru heard her name match his fourth and final clue, he was leaping for joy on the Inside. Unlike his brother, he has mastered masking his emotions at a young age. So, on the outside he just gave a little smile and looked bored. "You went to Madame Charlottes, too?" With a Chuckle.
Astonished with a big smile she gestures towards him. "That's where, I've seen you from. When I first noticed you, I received a serious case of déjà vu."
"Oh?" Kaoru shows his curiosity.
Tilting her head and rubbing her temple to think. "Yeah, I think you're in the class, before mine. You know come to think of it. I think I saw you on my first day."
With mischief on his face he asks cautiously. "You don't think you've seen me anywhere else say…. like 10 years ago?"
She stopped and studied his face. Then shook her head. "No, I think you're mistaken… I've only been in Bunkyo for three years."
"Oh, then I guess you couldn't be her." Unable to hide his disappointment he speaks in a defeated manner. 'I thought I had finally found her… I was so close. Maybe Hikaru's right, maybe I'm not meant to find her.'
Waving her hand in front of Kaoru's face, who is lost in his thoughts "I'm sorry, I should be getting back it was nice to have met you, Kaoru-san, bye. The girl turns to head back to her friends.
Kaoru's heart starts to ache for a moment, for no reason .He shakes his head coming back to reality and throws out a hand to catch the girl's arm. "Hey, wait… could I get your phone number?"
"Why I thought I wasn't the girl you were looking for? …we just met."
"Yeah that's true but….What if, I need someone to give me some painting advice? Come on please? Gazing up with molten eyes.
Laughing at the thought of her giving painting advice." I would be the last person, to give you advice in that department. Well, ok I'll give you mind, if you give me yours? Haruhi quickly reaches in her pocket to pull out her little blue phone to exchange it with the ginger.
A smile grows on the ginger's lips as his golden eyes fall upon the orange little flower antenna charms hanging off the girl's phone .Quickly typing their information into the other person's phone, Once done they return the phones to each other .Kaoru quickly pushes a button on his phone and takes her picture .Smiling at the ginger "I need to go, nice to have met you."
"Yeah, nice to have met you, I'll call you." Gazing down at his phone for a second to look at the freshly taken picture.
Haruhi nods and smiles "Ok." The girl walks back to her table.
"Princess, is everything all right?" Tamaki asks Haruhi with concern written all over with face.
"Uh yeah, no problem." Giving the boy a small smile.
Unbeknown to the Haruhi, Kyoya noticed the small conversation taken place across the parlor. Taking a mental note of the incident for future documentation.
Ginger headed teen, passes by the group and goes to the door. He quickly glances at the chestnut girl before leaving through the outer door.
"So Haruhi-san, Kyoya tells me you moved here three years ago?"
"Ah, yeah that's right." Looking in his purple eyes.
"Maybe, you could show me around sometime." Tamaki gives her a dazzling smile with sparkles in his eyes.
"Oh I'm afraid, we would both be lost. Between school and enrichment classes I haven't been around much." Haruhi answers bluntly.
Renge who literally wanted to slap her friend, for not catching on that the teen was asking her out. "It's true, she takes more classes then I do, I'm afraid it's all work and no play for, poor Haruhi." Giving off her most sad expression.
Noticing Renge's face, Tamaki decides to come to Haruhi's gallant rescue. "Well, then maybe we could get lost together sometime?" Using his most princely voice.
Renge nudges Haruhi in the arm. "Ah, sure that might be fun." Before turning away with a blush.
"So, may I have your number?" Blushing a bit, holding out his hand.
"Ah…. Oh, yeah sure." The two teens exchange phones, transfer their information.
"So I'll call you." Holding up his phone with a smile.
"Ok, nodding her head.
"Well, I'm afraid Tamaki and I are going to be late for a club meeting, can we drop you somewhere?"
Renge asks ignoring Kyoya question "What kind of club?"
Kyoya speaks while pushing up his glasses with one finger." We're starting a Host club, at the beginning of the school term."
"Oh, I've heard of you." Haruhi says with a bit of surprise in her voice.
"Kyoya, did you hear that? Haruhi-san has heard of us, and we haven't even opened yet." Speaking with an animated voice.
"Honey-sensei told me, the other week. He said you told him "he should be his true self." I must thank you for that, my friend is much happier, now."
"Wait Sensei…. You know Honey-sempi?" Tamaki taken back a bit by the information.
Haruhi shrugs her shoulders as it's no big deal . "He gives me private lessons 3 times a week."
"Are you saying your Honey-Sempi's first protégé? "Tamaki asks while looking quite stunned.
"He's been my sensei for three years."
"How interesting." Kyoya pushes his glasses up.
"Haruhi-san, I'm sorry, I don't' mean to sound ill-mannered but… May I ask what family you belong to?" Tamaki ask with a little apprehension.
"Fujiokas, it's just me and my dad." Haruhi answers Bluntly
"No, which of the top five families, do you belong to?" Giving her a questionable look.
"Oh my classmates call me "commoner" it that means anything to you."
Tamaki turns his head to verify with the other teens at the table. "Really, a commoner, how exciting!"
Nodding her head to the dark haired boy. "It true Kyoya-san knows about it too."
"Yes, I'm quite familiar with Haruhi-san's social status."
Rolling her eyes. "Yeah, yeah you never met one before, I get that a lot." Haruhi bluntly answered before leaning down to take a small bite of her strawberry ice cream cone.
"Pardon me for asking, but if you're a commoner, how did you meet Honey-sempi? Let alone train with him?" Tamaki asked with a bit of confusion.
"Oh, his father was instructing the class on my first day and asked Honey-sensei to show me the ropes."
"His father came to teach a class I've never heard such a thing."
"Yeah, that's what Honey-sensei said too… but Kyoya-san told me not to ask why… but to just enjoy the surprises that come."Nodding towards Kyoya.
"Well this has been lovely, but I'm afraid we must be going, Renge-san, Haruhi-san, it's been a pleasure."
"The pleasure was all ours."
"Renge-san, it was a pleasure to meet you." Tamaki leans down and kisses Renge's hand.
The blond teen turns to Haruhi, with his most prince like manner. "My dear princess, it's been a pleasure. I look forward in us getting lost together." With burning violet eyes.
He leans down to kiss her hand. "Until, we meet again, my princess." Straightening himself, he gives her one of his most charming smiles before leaving with his friend not waiting for her to reply.
Sorry for the delay, I spent the week rough drafting the rest of story. Things are about to heat up .How will Hikaru take the news? Please let me know if you like the story. I know it starts out slow and I lose about half my readers on the first chapter .My sincere, thanks goes out to you for continuing to read my story. Alimackatjac.