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Chapter 1
Haruhi, now 17, ran through the busy corridors of Azumano High School. Already on her fourth and final year as a high schooler, her life is very busy indeed. The famous Ouran Host Club had dispersed long after Kaoru's death and they had lost contact since then. Each of them went their own way and Haruhi went back to being a scholar with the aims of being a lawyer, like her mother.
"ARGH!" shouted Haruhi, as she ran to her classroom. The bell will ring any second now, and she can't afford being late after vacation. She ran as hard as her skinny legs could afford and moments later, she stopped in front of a classroom. She breathed in and opened the door. She digested the scene in front of her, a normal looking classroom, people chatting and running, couples talking sweetly with each other and others, studying. She sighed, typical high school, so unlike Ouran. I miss Ouran so much.
She made her way to the back of the class where she sat with another boy, who like her, seem new and alone. She tucked a lock of her already long hair to her ear and opened a book. Just after reading the first sentence, the bell rang. Students hassled to their seats and the teacher came in moments later. She stopped in front of the class.
"Good morning everyone! I hope you all had a nice vacation. My name is Suzuka Misuri and I will be your teacher in Algebra. You may call me Suzuka-sensei. Let us now begin…"
After an hour of advanced algebra, the bell finally rang and the mentally exhausted students piled out of the classroom. "Don't forget your homework!" Suzuka-sensei shouted after them. They replied soft 'hai's before proceeding to their next class.
After the bell rang on the last class, Haruhi walked home pretty much tired. She wasn't able to make new friends on that day. She would have a whole year to think about that and homework and studies are more important.
She walked home thinking about her old like at Ouran. She was thinking about the Host Club, especially its members. What could have happened to Kyouya? To Mori and Hani-senpai? To their king, Tamaki? And to one of the twins, Hikaru, just Hikaru, no Kaoru…? She still couldn't bear thinking about Kaoru when he's already dead. Still, she knew that Hikaru was the one who was damaged, the one that suffered, greatly. The loss of his twin, his friend, and the one he had been with from the day they were born until Kaoru died. She was even surprised to know that Hikaru didn't kill himself on that very day. She smiled. Hikaru isn't that kind of a person. He is not a coward. He may suffer from Kaoru's death all his life, but he won't take away his life. Not when Kaoru's life was the price that was paid to save his life.
She sighed as she neared the doorway of the house that she shared with her father. She would have another tiring day tomorrow, that's for sure.