TT poor Haruhi.
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It had been but a routine visit to the grocery store. Sure, it was rainy, but there was not thunder, and Haruhi had her yellow raincoat. No biggie.
"Did you hear about that scholarship student?"
What had been her undoing was simply a jacket pocket with a hole in the stitching previously undiscovered; in the jacket of a new driver. It was his first time out, unconstrained by the need of a parent or guardian's presence. He was heading to his friend's house, and the immense amount of change in his pocket was something he had thrown in there at the least second.
"Oh her, how sad, how tragic."
Cruising about seven miles above the speed limit, he was clocking in about fifty-two mile per hour. Then he simply shifted his weight. Change poured noisily all over his legs, and startled, he swerved off the road as he bent over out of pure instinct, nudging the wheel. At the same time, Haruhi Fujioka walked down the street at a leisure pace, the pattering of rain relaxing her. In fact, she was so relaxed that she didn't even notice the red car as it rammed into her side, slamming her into a concrete wall that then partially collapsed into a simple arcade. Her body, mangled and bloody and partially obscured by white bricks of concrete and the red car, was limp. The driver would live; but he would be blind forever and paralyzed below the waist for the rest of his life.
"I can't believe she died like that, so tragic. At least it was apparently instant. I used to visit her at the host club."
When they would recover her body twenty minutes later after clearing the rubble, they would find a small plastic bag with a broken milk carton and eggs clutched in her hands.
The funeral would be attended by over three hundred students, male and female, rich and poor. Her father would sob uncontrollably as the slowly lowered her lovely, ornate coffin into the ground (even though most Japanese cremated they couldn't bare have her body burned), and there wouldn't be a single dry eye. There was no wake as her body was too disfigured and destroyed to fix up well, and the grave would be decorated with hundred of flowers, the most common the lily. The funeral fee, though high, would adamantly be paid by Tamaki, who highly insisted on it.
Where this would usually be the end without exception for most people, this would be a new beginning for the brunette.
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cliffy, biatch.
and for a while possibly, because i have no idea what i'm going to do with this plot. but it will be SUPAHNATURAL.
and chapters WILL get longer. once i get my creative juices flowing. but, review if you WANT more.
also, apparently 98.6 of japanese get creamated. and funerals are often really expensive, sometimes hiking up to 4 million yen.
'nd lilies represent innocence, purity, and chastity. intense title, ne? (/crap)