Oh yay! Another chapter. :3 I own nothing from Ouran High School Host Club [though I wish I did]. I should also make it known that I have only seen the anime. I HAVE NOT read the manga [yet].
Further apologies if any of my research on France and any French universities are a little inaccurate.
This is it. Haruhi watched as each male slipped from their cars and into the sunlight of the late afternoon.
First it was Kyoya. He pushed his glasses up his nose and readjusted the strap to a messenger bag. Haruhi had a feeling he carried a laptop and planner in their as well as other supplies connected to his business. In the Host Club, Kyoya had never stopped working. She didn't doubt he was the same way now.
Honey and Mori had shared a car, and they both stepped out at the same time. Haruhi wasn't surprised that Honey still looked incredibly young for his age. He smiled at Haruhi and lunged for her.
"Haru-chan!" he cried. Even after these past two years, he was all smiles and energy. "I heard you went to college in France Haru-chan. Are you really going to be a lawyer?"
"Yes," Kyoya said. "Haruhi has spent the last two years at one of France's most prestigious universities. It looks like those classes in French you took with the twins paid off."
Haruhi frowned. "Senpai, you know I don't like you looking into my life." The old title slipped out without much thought. She had been so used to it... No one bothered to correct her either.
The twins were the next to join the conversation. Kaoru examined the dress Haruhi wore and smiled wide.
"It looks like you actually wore it," Kaoru said. "Hikaru and I had a bet you wouldn't wear anything we sent you at all. I'm glad you did."
"Yeah," Hikaru said. "That dress is worth seventeen thousand yen in some places. At least it wasn't wasted."
Haruhi gulped and prayed she wouldn't stain the dress.
The last to join the group was Tamaki. His first move was to slide his arm possessively around Haruhi's waist. Haruhi looked up, grimaced, and pinched Tamaki's elbow until he released her.
"I told you not to grab me like that!" she snapped at Tamaki, who merely sniffed and eyed her sadly.
"But I haven't seen you in a long time Haruhi! You know how much daddy misses you. It's been two years, and my little girl has grown up so much! Why can't daddy have a hug? Why"-
"If you're about done Tamaki, we need to get on the plane." Kyoya walked away then, leaving the rest of the group to catch up.
Luggage was loaded, and the twins confirmed that Haruhi would have to wear whatever the two of them provided for the next few weeks of the reunion. Haruhi debated with the two over her freedom to wear whatever she wanted while Mori strapped Honey into one of the seats of the plane.
The plane was a private one used by the Ootori family. Haruhi gazed out the window and suddenly remembered her missing passport...
Kyoya set the missing passport in Haruhi's lap a few seconds later. "You know you shouldn't forget that," he said, smirking at her and seating himself across from her. "We'll be going to France anyway, so you should feel relieved."
Haruhi raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "It's nice to go back I guess. What city will we be in?"
"Why romantic Paris of course!" Tamaki said, seating himself next to Haruhi. "You can show us all of the tourist spots since you've been there before."
"Weren't you born in France, senpai?" Haruhi asked.
It was true. Tamaki paused for a moment and gazed out the plane window. "I was, but my mother moved us to a small town when I was very young, so I don't remember much of the big cities. I liked where we lived though. The children were always really nice although I was never close friends with any of them. I always took care of my mother and made sure she was okay first."
Tamaki seemed to be reminiscing again, so Haruhi turned her attentions to Kyoya. "I didn't realize you had set up a hotel in France. I thought you were still in Japan."
"This hotel won't be opening for a few more weeks," Kyoya admitted. "I'm still restricted to Japan until this one opens."
Haruhi wondered only briefly why he hadn't gone into the medical business like his father. She figured after all of those years in the Host Club, he must have gotten used to entertaining other people. Haruhi's phone buzzed in her purse again.
She sighed and ignored the call. Vivienne would be okay for a few more hours until everyone was settled. Haruhi would only call her friend back when she had a few private minutes.
"Who was that?" Tamaki asked, apparently coming back to present time.
"That was my friend Vivienne," Haruhi said. "I met her in the library."
"Vivienne has been in college for three years, and she is studying early childhood development and psychology." Kyoya met both of the shocked glances with a calm stare. "I try to stay well informed on everyone. How did your part in Cats go Tamaki? I wasn't able to make the musical."
Haruhi giggled then. "It feels like old times," she admitted. "I remember the day I found out that Kyoya had been telling my dad about my school life."
Tamaki looked at Haruhi and smiled wide. To him Haruhi always looked cute. He decided against commenting though. He found himself inarticulate lately when he tried to describe the young woman's beauty.
She was a young woman now. Tamaki didn't need to try to remember that. She didn't have a regular female shape. Small breasts. Straight figure. She had many hidden forms of beauty though, and her sheer petite figure sparked a protective flame in Tamaki.
Kyoya saw that too... and he envied Tamaki. Kyoya was not only the first to know Haruhi was a female, he had developed strong feelings about her pretty quickly. He could almost see the triangle forming, but right now it was just the line between him and Tamaki. Haruhi was too clueless to notice either of their feelings, and Tamaki was too oblivious to notice his own.
Hikaru sat in the seat across the aisle from the small group. He also watched Haruhi carefully. She was the first person outside of the Host Club he tolerated, and the first person outside of his brother that he truly liked. She had a way of drawing these irrational - or what he considered irrational - feelings out of him. They were the same kind of feelings he held for his brother Kaoru, but more... obsessive. It used to be that no girl could draw any kind of feeling out of him.
The three men who had formed a small triangle around Haruhi didn't notice that Honey had laid his head on Mori's shoulder. Mori had draped a long arm around Honey's shoulder to make him more comfortable. After all, Mori was always ready to defend Honey.
One long plane flight later...
There was a limo this time, and all of the luggage was loaded into a different car. The group piled into the limo, and Mori took extra care of Honey because the small man had only just woken from his nap. Haruhi could hardly believe that Mitskuni Haninozuka was nearly twenty-two. He still looked like he belonged in elementary school.
Haruhi was surprised that no one had bothered to look into his growth. The years of martial arts and sugar must have had some effect, but Haruhi would be the last to guess what the effect was. Honey rubbed his eyes and smiled up at Haruhi.
"I can't believe I'm in France!" Honey said, climbing onto Mori's back. "Do they really eat snails here?"
Haruhi sighed. "Yeah, and it's supposed to be a delicacy."
"Who would want to eat snails?" the twins asked in synchronization.
"You could ask someone who's lived here their whole life you know," Haruhi muttered. "It's not like I've ever tried it."
Tamaki grinned wickedly and ruffled Haruhi's hair. "Trying escargot sounds like an adventure then. Come on Hosts!"
There was a moment of silence, but everyone felt the volume of the word. They weren't the Host Club anymore, but it only seemed natural to follow Tamaki's whims, and unless Kyoya spoke up, everyone was willing to go on another wacky adventure.
Kyoya cleared his throat and stepped on the other side of Haruhi. "We'll have to do that later. We're going to the hotel first."
Haruhi felt a little relieved. She needed a shower after the traveling. She also wanted a few moments to call Vivienne and make sure the girl was alright. Vivienne had a tendency to overreact.
The group was loaded into another limo and sped off in the direction of the hotel. Haruhi's campus was close to Paris, but it wasn't in the city itself. There was a public university in Versailles that Haruhi attended.
The group arrived at the hotel, and everyone had locked themselves in their separate rooms (which meant that the twins had bunked together, and Honey and Mori had also decided to share a room). Haruhi showered and changed into one of the outfits left for her in one of the suitcases already in her room. The twins had packed quite a few things for her.
Worried about what the group might plan first, Haruhi dressed in something simple and casual. The a-line blouse that was made of a very soft fabric. The sleeves were full and flowing as well. Haruhi also picked out a pair of dark blue jeans and a green belt. A pair of sneakers wrapped up the look. She was tying the shoelace on her right foot when her phone started buzzing again.
"Vivienne, I'm sort of busy," Haruhi said into the speaker after flipping her phone open.
"But Haru, I have to give him my blessing! Why the hell should I do that anyway? That piece of garbage shouldn't be hitting on my mom." The last words were mixed with a dramatic sigh.
"I'm in Paris, Viv," Haruhi said. "I'll see if I can meet up with"-
"WHAT!?" The words made Haruhi wince and drop the phone as the twins burst through the door. They were also dressed casually in designer sweaters and jeans. The looked over Haruhi's appearance as she picked up her phone and tried to soothe her friend.
"If you're in Paris, then I'm meeting you right now Haru," Vivienne said. Haruhi had to keep herself from rubbing her temples.
"Vivienne," she said, her French suddenly picking up speed and fluency. She had spent a few years in France after all, but the twins watched her spew exclamations, calming phrases in a tense tone, and commands into the receiver of her cell phone with fascination. Vivienne knew Japanese too, but Haruhi was much better at French than her friend was at Japanese.
When she managed to hang up the phone without seeming completely rude, she turned to find that her audience had grown to Kyoya and Honey with Mori too. The group (except for Kyoya) didn't bother to hide their astonishment.
"Can we go now!?" Haruhi hissed, tying what hair she could back from her face with a hair tie. "This isn't a spectator sport you know?"
The twins burst out laughing, and Honey started sputtering questions about what Haruhi was saying and who she was talking to. Tamaki, drawn by the noise, started asking questions too.
Let the reunion begin.