Angel in the Dark
Ever since Haruhi was a little girl, she enjoyed routines. While some people were bored or even annoyed at doing the same thing over and over again everyday, Haruhi lived on the safe security it provided and she was happy to find the same feeling behind the walls of Hogwarts. Everyday she would wake up, go to breakfast, go to classes, dinner and lastly go to sleep.
Every now and then Haruhi would read by the lake or go to tutoring classes with Snape. When people heard that she was taking tutoring classes from her, they would shake their heads and say "poor girl". Hearing this confused Haruhi; Snape-sensei was always kind towards her, after all. When she told people that Snape-sensei treated her kindly, they would shake their heads in disbelief and walk away.
Haruhi's first week at Hogwarts reminded her of her first week at Ouran. In both cases, she was introduced to new environments and new faces. Like Ouran, she could barely find a quiet place to study. Even her routine while in Hogwarts was similar to when she was in Ouran. In fact, the two experiences were so eerily similar that she was always cautious about breaking anything valuable. The only thing different from then and now was magic, creatures, and her newfound dedication to athletics.
Over the past year she was unable to exercise everyday for at least an hour like Hunny-senpai and Mori-senpai had recommended. She was too busy studying for her O.W.L.s to do any sit-ups or run any laps. As time went by, she felt the muscles she worked so hard for turn to fat. She felt tired and weak compared to when she was training with her senpais.
The food that they served in the Great Hall did not help much either. The school served delicious food in large quantities that Haruhi couldn't help but take a little extra food here and there. Who could resist decadent food that does not run out? Add to that her unhealthy addiction to coffee and the fact that she only slept five hours a day and she was not exactly to picture of perfect health.
Every day she would run for a mile inside the Quidditch Pitch. The Quidditch Pitch has a perimeter of approximately a quarter of a mile. If she ran four laps a day, she would be able to get back in shape by Halloween.
She loved running in the Quidditch Pitch. The smell of freshly cut grass felt so refreshing after hours inside a classroom. The cool wind was so relaxing against her bare skin and the feeling she get after running was so refreshing.
Another good reason the Quidditch Pitch was a nice place to exercise was because nobody was there. There was nobody to bother her, no people staring and nobody pointing at her. Imagine her surprise when hundreds of students were present at the Quidditch Pitch one Friday afternoon. Most of them were from Gryffindor while some were from Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw.
Haruhi blinked. What was going on?
As more people enter the Pitch, Haruhi noticed that there were a lot of people flying and playing on one corner. Was there a party going on? A group of third years entered the pitch looking excited.
"I'm going to try out as a chaser…"
"Ha, you wish. I've seen you play, you're more of a seeker than a chaser."
"Yeah, but Harry Potter already has that position."
"Excuse me." Haruhi said to the third years.
The boys looked scared as Haruhi walk toward them. Strange, she thought. People were always scared of her for some reason. Did she look that scary? Haruhi would never think that anyone in gray sweater, sweatpants and high ponytail would look scary.
"Can you explain to me why there are so many people here?" Haruhi asked kindly.
All four of them looked like Haruhi was about to eat them. One brave boy, however, mustered up the courage to answer her question.
"They're having try-outs for the Gryffindor Quidditch team." The boy answered, his voice showed hint of fear.
All these people were there to try out? It seemed that the entire Gryffindor House was trying out and then some. Was Quidditch really that popular?
"Thank you." She said and gave him a charming smile.
Haruhi ignored the spectators as she walked straight to the middle of the Pitch and dropped her duffle bag to the ground. She fixed her ponytail before warming up and stretching. When she felt she had warmed up enough, she ran her laps while ignoring those who were curious about the strange girl. She ran at a comfortably pace around the Pitch and by the time she finished her second lap, she felt that she no longer needed her sweats to keep her warm.
While still running, Haruhi took off her gray sweater, exposing the thin yet comfy shirt underneath. She threw her sweatshirt next to her duffle bag and quickly removed her sweatpants, exposing toned creamy legs and short shorts that emphasized her bottoms.
Haruhi was not embarrassed at her appearance at all considering that she dressed as such during P.E. while she was in middle school. Some hooted and whistled as the teen ran, irritating her slightly; she'd rather be left alone.
After finishing her fourth lap, Haruhi carried her duffle bag and sweats to an abandoned bathroom near the Quidditch Pitch. It wasn't too far from the stands; maybe ten feet away from the growing number of people who were watching the Gryffindor Quidditch try-outs. She peeled of her t-shirt, wiping away her perspiration. She looked at her reflection, her body was sticky and her hair was windswept. Kami, she looked horrible yet she felt so refreshed. She was about to peel off her short shorts when a yell caught her attention.
"Ahhh!"
Haruhi peeked outside, she saw a brown-haired girl pointing at the sky. She followed the direction the girl was pointing at and she found the third year she talked to earlier dangling on a broomstick. Harry was flying towards the boy but he was unable to calm the boy down long enough to help him.
She did not know what possessed her, but Haruhi ran toward the nearest broomstick and snatched if from its owner. She ignored that only had bra and short shorts on, she even ignored that she wasn't wearing any socks, all that mattered was saving the boy.
She shot toward the boy at a remarkable grace and speed that made Quidditch players out there put to shame.
"Stop struggling, I'm here to help you." Harry insisted.
"AHHH! Get me out of here! I'm too young to die!" the boy yelled
"Shh… stop struggling." Haruhi whispered.
The boy ignored both Harry and Haruhi and continued struggling.
"My hands are slipping!" The boy said in panic.
"Here, give me your hand." Harry reached out his hand to help the boy.
"I can't. My hands are too slippery." The boy cried.
With his last ounce of strength, the boy tried to lift himself up.
"I can't hold on any longer." The boy's eyes watered.
"Don't give up! Are you a man or what?" Haruhi asked.
The boy looked at Haruhi. He wanted to say that he was a man who he could take care of himself. His determination faltered when he realize that he only had a few seconds left to live.
"Aren't you a Gryffindor? Be brave!" Haruhi encouraged.
The boy shook his head in defeat.
Haruhi had enough; she stood up on her broom, balancing her weight to make sure she won't fall thirty feet from the ground. She grabbed the boy's waist and for a moment, slipped from her broom.
"Stop struggling, or else both of us are going to fall to the ground." She said.
Realizing that someone was actually risking her life to save his, the boy stopped struggling. His hands were sweaty and he could feel himself slipping.
"Calm down. Just hang on, don't let go." Haruhi coached.
"I'm trying! But my hands are slipping."
Great, now both she and the boy were stuck in midair.
"Here, let me help you out." Harry offered.
He tried to guide the third year boy to his own broomstick but realized that the boy was Haruhi's only support. Chances are, of he managed to bring the boy to his broom, Haruhi would loose her balance and fall to the ground. He had to give her support before she come tumbling to the ground.
"Umm… Haruhi, can I grab your shoulder?" Harry asked, his cheeks were on fire.
"Sure Harry. Why would you even…"
It was only then that she realized that she was dangling in midair wearing practically nothing. What made it even worse was that everybody was watching her. She blushed in embarrassment. This was probably her most embarrassing moment in her life. Scratch that, this was the most embarrassing moment of her life.
Harry's face was so red that it could compete against Ron and Ginny's hair. He couldn't help but ogle at Haruhi's exposed curves, her modest bosom and shorts so short they could be considered knickers. Slowly, he placed his hand on her shoulder, Sweat rolled from her forehead, down to her chin before finally and hiding on her chest. He gulped.
Not wanting to be accused of as a pervert, Harry focused his attention to the dangling boy.
"Dennis, give me your hand." He told the boy firmly.
Dennis Creevey kept one arm with the broom while reaching out to Harry with the other. With his free hand, Harry grabbed Dennis' hand, guiding him to his broom. Once Dennis was out of reach, Haruhi realized that standing on a broom in midair might not have been her brightest idea. Without Dennis, she had nothing to keep her balanced except Harry's hand.
Instinctively, Harry lowered his hand to the curve of her delicate waist. Startled, Haruhi grabbed both of Harry's shoulder to give her better support.
She have beautiful eyes, Harry concluded, but not as nice as Ginny's. Harry looked away from Haruhi, his face flushed. You're practically her brother Harry, practically her brother, he told himself. She's your best mate's sister.
"You guys need any help?" Ron asked.
"That would be great Ron." Harry said, his eyes looked more grateful than necessary.
Ron examined the situation. He should help Haruhi to get down to her broom first but he really didn't want to be accused of groping someone in midair. Especially when he didn't want to be associated with that certain someone.
"Give me your hand." Ron told Haruhi.
Haruhi carefully crouched down to grab Ron's hand while grabbing to broom with her other. Carefully, she managed to position herself properly on her broom only to realize that Harry was still holding her waist.
"Harry, you could let go of me now."
Harry released her waist after mumbling "Sorry."
They descended to the ground and unto the cheering crowd. People patted their backs.
"That was amazing Potter!"
"It was really brave of Riddle to do that."
"Potter! Let go of her!"
Draco Malfoy marched toward the Harry accompanied by his goons, Crabbe and Goyle. Glaring at Harry, he took off his robes and covered Haruhi with it.
"Haruhi, why don't you go find your clothes?" Draco told her.
Haruhi muttered a 'thank you' to Malfoy before she ran bare footed to the bathroom where she left her clothes.
"Potter, what the bloody hell just happened?" Draco scowled.
Harry raised an eyebrow… Was Malfoy…? Oh right, they are together after all. It's only normal for Draco to ask what happened.
"It's Gryffindor business Malfoy. It's none of your concern."
Draco scowled at him.
"Look Potter, I don't care what you and your little Gryffindor friends are doing-"
"Oh yeah? Then why are you here?" Harry asked.
"Look Potter, I don't care what you do as long as it doesn't bother me or hurt her. Once you or any of your Gyffindork buddies even look at her in the wrong way you will have to answer to me."
"Looks like Malfoy has been reduced to a babysitter." Ron mocked. A few Gryffindors laughed at his comment.
"At least a babysitter is higher than where you and your family stand Weasley. You lot are on rock bottom."
"Leave Malfoy, nobody wants you here." Ginny Weasley scowled at Draco.
"You're letting your younger sister fight for you now Weasley? And here I thought you couldn't sink any lower." Draco sneered. Crabbe and Goyle laughed obediently.
"Listen you ferret…"
"Ferret again? Please Weasley, that little nickname is getting old. Could you be more original?" Draco grabbed something from his pocket and tossed it to Ron's shoe.
"Here, go buy yourself some originality. Maybe you should try for some pride too." Draco tossed more sickles toward Ron's direction.
Ron's face was as red as his hair as lunged toward Draco but Harry hold him back. Haruhi reappeared, fully clothed with Draco's robes on her arms. She noticed Ron's lunging posture and Draco's smirking face and immediately knew that Draco was acting immature again. Boys…
She gripped Draco's arm so hard that Draco winced. "Draco, what did you do this time?"
"Nothing really." He gave her that infamous Malfoy smirk which reminded Haruhi so much about a certain someone's creepy smile… Haruhi shook her head.
"Harry, can you please explain to me what happened." Haruhi asked kindly.
Draco's face paled as he nervously looked down to the money he threw. Confused, Harry looked between Haruhi, Draco and Ron. Afterwards he looked down toward the money Draco threw and Haruhi followed his vision. Seeing the money on the ground, she looked at Draco and saw that he was holding money and she immediately knew what happened.
She gripped Draco's arm even tighter. "Let's go Draco, I have something to tell you." She gave him an angelic smile which immediately told Draco that he was in trouble.
"I know you can't wait until you get you hands on me love, but would you let me talk to Crabbe and Goyle for a minute." He grinned, hoping that her anger would subside if he acted flirtatiously toward her.
"You could talk to them later." Haruhi spat.
Damn, that didn't work.
"Come on Draco, didn't you say that we have a lot to talk about? I'm giving you a chance right now." Her grip tightened even more and Draco swore that his fingers were turning blue.
The Gryffindors watched the scene with amusement. Oh how they waited for this day.
"Love, don't get mad…"
Haruhi glared at him. "Draco, I swear if you don't come with me right now I will either scold at you in front of the entire Gryffindor House or drag you by the ear all the way to the castle." Hissed Haruhi.
Draco obliged. It was better to be scolded in private than to get embarrassed in from of these Gryffindorks.
When he was younger, Draco was rarely scolded by his parents so it was always a shock when Haruhi scolded at him for acting immaturely when he pulled a "small" prank on a first year two years ago. He was about to ask her who does she think she is for scolding at THE Draco Malfoy. But then he remembered who Haruhi's father was and from then on he held his tongue every time she scolded him.
Yeah, he's whipped. But ironically, he liked it. It showed that in a way, Haruhi concerned about him. Either that, or he was a masochist. It's probably a mixture of both.
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Normally, Haruhi would hit and yell at Draco for acting like a spoiled, immature prat in front the entire Gryffindor House and then some. However, she respected his mother and refrained. Narcissa Malfoy was really nice to her the past year and embarrassing her one and only son was not really a good way to show appreciation to her kindness. If only Draco was a bit more mindful about preserving the good Malfoy name rather than flaunting it like her friends in Ouran.
Sure, they were immature for the most part but at the same time they did not brag about their families 24/7 (most likely because it's hard to flaunt about your good family name because everybody had one). They were more focused on improving their own skill and becoming better citizens (well… more than Draco). They were more appreciative, kinder, handsome… Haruhi shook her head, forcing herself not to remember those times. Especially the annoyingly wonderful people she met.
There was a party going on at the Gryffindor Common Room that night. Haruhi was not invited and whether it was intentionally or not, Haruhi couldn't help but feel grateful. After her embarrassing display of skin in front of the entire school earlier she would rather memorize 12 uses of Dragon's blood and all those facts Professor Snape forced her to learn.
The door opened but Haruhi did not look up until she heard that someone was crying.
"Hermione, is that you?" Haruhi asked.
Hermione wiped away her tears and gave her a startled smile.
"Oh, Haruhi."
"Is something wrong Hermione?"
"No, it's nothing Haruhi." But tears started to fall again.
Haruhi walked over to Hermione and gave her a friendly hug.
"Don't cry Hermione. Tell me, is there something wrong?" Haruhi asked.
Hermione shook her head. "No, it's nothing really."
Haruhi looked at her, her expression showed that she truly cared about her dorm mate. Haruhi tried to remember anything that might upset her and she remembered seeing Ron talking with Lavender before she went up to her dormitory.
"Is it about Ron?"
Hermione's cries grew louder.
"Ron, he… he found Ginny and Dean Thomas snogging each other. He… he got mad and Ginny got mad as well. Then Ginny screamed that he lacked experience with girls and that I… I snogged Viktor during fourth year." She sobbed.
"Viktor? Viktor Krum? The Bulgarian guy who you went to the Yule Ball with? Wait, Are you going out with Ron?" Haruhi asked.
Hermione shook her head.
"Well, were you going out with him when you 'snogged' Viktor?"
"No…"
Haruhi gave her a confused look.
"If you're not going out with him and you were not cheating on him when you snogged Viktor, then why did he get mad at you?"
"Exactly! He had no right to get mad at me. Now he's down there snogging the daylights out of Lavender because Ginny pointed out that he lacked romantic experience."
Haruhi studied the situation for a moment.
"Hermione, do you love Ron?" she asked.
Hermione nodded.
"Then what are you going to do?" Haruhi asked.
"What can I do? It's not like I could just barge in and tell them to stop snogging each other just because I didn't like it."
"So you're telling me that you would just wait around until they break up?"
Hermione did not answer but Haruhi knew that it was exactly what Hermione was thinking of doing.
"You sound like Lavender and Parvarti." Haruhi said bluntly.
Hermione's jaw dropped. She prided herself as someone different from other girls. She was unique, and individual. She did not read fashion magazines and blindly follow what it said. She did not curl her lashes with her wand while watching the effects on a spoon. She was smarter than to do any of those.
"Hermione, it's obvious that you and Ron like each other for a really long time, but the thing is you wait until Ron makes a move. It frustrates you that he did not make a move on you when he had a lot of chances to do so. It's like that time when he waited until the last minute to ask you to the Yule Ball. And now, he had the opportunity to ask you to be his girlfriend and it frustrates you that he asked Lavender instead of you."
"That may be true Haruhi but what frustrates me even more was that he's toying with Lavender's emotions!"
Haruhi looked at the girl before her and sighed.
"Hermione, I think you should just forget about Ron and move on."
Hermione stopped sobbing and allowed her to continue talking.
"Hermione, you're… what's the word… delusional to think that nothing is going to happen between the two of them. You expect too much out of your relationship with him. Even if you were right, even if you two were meant to be together-"
"But I never said that Ron and I were meant to be together!" Hermione protested.
"Fine, even if you two would get together eventually, is this really the type of relationship you want? Do you really want to be with someone who makes you cry even before you two get together? Think rationally about this Hermione. Are you really willing to wait around until this one guy dumps Lavender when there are hundreds of guys out there?" Haruhi asked.
Hermione shook her head. "No… I don't think so…"
Haruhi patted her shoulder and tried to focus on reading.
Hermione thought about everything they talked about and she realized that Haruhi was right. She didn't want to be with someone who makes her cry all the time, it just brings unnecessary drama. Her heart however, told her otherwise.
"But Haruhi… I… I love him." She sobbed.
God… she did sound like Lavender and Parvarti. She sounded like some deluded girl… how ironic.
Haruhi closed her book. She studied the girl before her and she could almost remember how it felt like to be in her position. She remembered a time when everything seemed so right… no, she's not going to remember that time again.
"Hermione, sometimes, things don't turn out the way we want them to be…"
Hermione looked at Haruhi's face and realized that this girl did not say it just because it came from a cheesy book. Haruhi was speaking out of experience.
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"Ohh… Tamaki-senpai looks soooo handsome today."
"Hunny –san looks soo adorable."
"Kaoru- senpai is just amazing… oh! Did you see that? He smiled at me!"
"Shh, don't be silly. He's taken remember?"
"Hey, just because he's taken doesn't mean he can't like somebody else." The girl said as she twirled her hair in hopes that Kaoru would notice her again.
"I doubt that, he's the type who would break up with a girl before pursuing another. Besides, his brother is way cuter."
"They're twins, they look the same."
"Yes but Hikaru has this aristocratic bad boy appeal to him than his brother."
"True… both of them had that appeal but Hikaru has it more than Kaoru ever since Hikaru dyed his hair and Kaoru went out with that heiress."
"Oh! Look at Mori-senpai and Nadeshiko-san. They look sooo cute together."
"Aw… Nadeshiko-san is so lucky to have him… Oh look! It's Kyouya-senpai! I Love you!!"
"Shh! His girlfriend might hear you."
"What girlfriend? I never see him with any-"
Kyouya tuned out the senseless rambling of their guests that Saturday and resumed working on the Host Club's website. There was nothing much to do there than checking their online auction to see who won what. It was a pretty boring task but it was better than listening to senseless rumors.
As the hosts graduated high school one by one they realized that the host club needed to mature along with them. During the past two years, the Host Club shifted its focus from flirting to socializing. To commemorate this maturity, the host club moved from the Third Music Room in Ouran High to Tokyo Hotel where they bought a ball room where they would resume hosting every weekend.
The hosts still flirt, but they learned to be more careful in doing so in fear that they might lead their customers on and/or upset their boyfriends and/or family. Some hosts remained single, while others met girl they like but one thing that almost never changed; the fan girls.
Over the past two years, Kyouya observed that there are three types of customers. First, there are the fly bys, those who became customers of hosts and sometimes even fell in love with them but soon enough they outgrew their high school crushes. Second were the constants, those who maintained their affection to the host club since they first walked through Third Music Room. The third kind was those whose crush intensified over the years. The twins call them obsessers, but Kyouya liked to call them fanatics.
"Kyouya-san, would you like some tea?" Ms. Kairi said. She was a fly by who got engaged to a New Yorker Yale graduate and heir to a "small" yet rising business. Bravo for her.
"I would be a pleasure to keep you company." Kyouya said with a smile.
Kyouya sat down next to Ms. Kairi who was talking to Ms. Nadeshiko, Mori's girlfriend. Ms. Nadeshiko was a fanatic, she used to be a shy girl who had a harmless crush on Mori but later on she grew more confident and asked Mori on a date.
They talked about trivial things such as the weather, school and which business they would take over next. By the way the ladies were glancing at Kyouya, it wouldn't take long until the ladies would talk about that.
"How is your fiancée Kyouya-sama?" Ms. Kairi asked.
Bingo, Kyouya looked at his watch. They waited for ten minutes and forty seconds before they asked the question. Just as Kyouya predicted.
"She's fine. She's still in Europe studying in a prep school over there. She's hoping that she would get a scholarship at Oxford's pre-law course." Kyouya replied.
"A scholarship?" Ms. Kairi asked, confused.
"Ms. Kairi, it may be a shock to you but my lovely fiancée is a commoner."
Surrounding customers became interested in their conversation. No matter how many times they heard the story they never get tired… if Kyouya wasn't so proud at Haruhi's accomplishments, Kyouya would have gotten annoyed a long time ago.
"She sounds like an amazing person." Ms. Nadeshiko commented.
"She is." Kyouya nodded a small smile crept on his lips.
"When was the last time you saw her?" Ms. Akira, a constant, asked.
"Quite honestly, it was two years ago but the two of us still e-mail each other." Kyouya lied.
Many lies later, the hosts escorted their guests to their limousines, sport cars and for one customer, carriage. And being the proper gentlemen that they are, Mori and Kaoru escorted their girlfriends to their cars as some ladies watch in envy.
Upon reaching her car, Nadeshiko gave Mori's hand a small squeeze.
"Remember to come to my house for dinner tomorrow; my parents would like to meet you."
Mori nodded. He leaned over and gave her a small kiss on the cheek as some of their customers bite their handkerchiefs in jealousy.
"Ahhh!"
Mori searched for where the sound came from and saw that a group of ladies were crowding over the twins as if they were rock stars. Even though one of them was taken, it didn't stop the ladies from crushing on them.
"Go, I know you need to help them." Nadeshiko said.
She put on her sunglasses to conceal her disappointment. She had hoped that she would get some alone time with Mori before he went to his weekly Host Club meeting but it seemed that it was next to impossible for that to happen.
"… Thank you." Mori leaned over and gave her another kiss.
He closed the car door and watched it drive away. Turning his heel, he broke through the crowd and grabbed the twins' arms and threw both of them over his shoulder like a sack of rice.
"Aww…" the ladies cried.
"Sorry ladies, but we have to go." Hikaru grinned.
"Aww… but could we get some pictures with you three first?" one customer asked.
"No." Mori replied.
If he agreed to take one picture, then everybody else would want one.
"Sorry ladies, maybe next time" Kaoru waved as Mori enter the hotel once more.
Upon entering Ballroom #3, Mori dropped the twins in the couch. Tamaki was still saying farewells to the last few customers. Hunny was reading a book on a table nearby… while eating cake. Kyouya was typing a paper for his economy class.
"I think we should stop taking customers to their cars." Hikaru declared.
"I agree." Kaoru commented as he loosens his tie.
"Neh? Did your customers tried to kiss you two again?" Hunny asked, looking up from his book.
"I swear our customers are getting bolder and bolder every week." Hikaru said, he combed his ash-colored hair with his hand. "At least five women attacked Kaoru and ten more gave me their number."
"Hikaru! Kaoru!" Tamaki bellowed.
Hikaru and Kaoru rolled their eyes, knowing perfectly well what Tamaki was about to lecture to them about. Hikaru put on his ear plugs and turned on his iPod while Kaoru started playing his DS lite.
"Those ladies…" Tamaki rambled on. "…we are gentlemen… Hey are you two even listening to me?" Tamaki yelled and pointed at the two uninterested twins.
"No." Replied the entire host club, including Kyouya and some maids they hired to clean the ballroom.
Depressed, Tamaki retreated to his corner of woe and started growing mushrooms. Hikaru and Kaoru watched their leader uninterested. They knew that they should start pointing at him and laughing but they weren't able to summon the heart to do so. The host club felt so empty without their little toy.
"I miss Haruhi." Hikaru mumbled.
The entire club was quiet.
"Neh, neh, Kyou-chan. Do you have any news on Haruhi?" Hunny asked innocently.
All eyes focused on Kyouya, hoping that he have something, anything on their funny little tanuki.
Ever since Haruhi moved to England to attend a prep school she got a scholarship in, they rarely get the chance to hear from her. At first, they tried to e-mail her but she wouldn't reply. Later on, they found out that Haruhi didn't open a single letter they sent, was she avoiding them? Then they found out that Haruhi haven't logged on to her e-mail account for over a year. That's when they got worried.
They called Ranka if he heard any news about Haruhi but not before Tamaki wrote a letter to the U.N. declaring that some terrorists living in England kidnapped their "princess".
The U.N. mistook Haruhi as a real Japanese princess who was held captive by real terrorists and they sent ambassadors to the Imperial Palace in Tokyo as well as military personnel at Oxford University where they assumed the Japanese princess was studying. To say it was an international disaster was not even the gist of it.
Tamaki pleaded to his friends to help him solve the crisis he created but they were less than enthusiastic about helping him out.
"It's your problem you idiot." Was Kyouya's cold answer.
"I think men who don't fix the problem they created are scum" Hunny replied.
"…" Mori replied.
"Wow Tono… we knew you were and idiot but…" The sentence was interrupted with laughter. "We never expected you to do something this idiotic! High five!" The twins laughed.
Tamaki was left alone to explain the U.N that it was all a misunderstanding.
As Tamaki plead his case to the U.N. and Japanese representatives, Hikaru and Kaoru paid Ranka a visit. It turned out that Ranka and Haruhi exchanged letters once every two weeks through snail mail, which Haruhi insisted to use. The host club tried to use this method as well but every letter they sent was returned to them unopened.
From then on, one member of the host club would visit Ranka every two weeks to hear any news from their beloved little tanuki.
"Ranka-san called the other day. He informed me that Haruhi sent him another letter and some pictures were enclosed as well." Kyouya said.
He took out an envelope from his bag and showed everyone its contents. Everybody jumped toward Kyouya to see the envelope.
"Let me see! Let me see!" Came the twins' frantic cries as everybody gathered around Kyouya.
"Aww… Haru-chan got cuter." Hunny cooed.
"Hmm…"
"Hey! Let me see!" Tamaki cried.
Inside was a Xerox copy of the letter written by Haruhi to her father and enclosed were five pictures of Haruhi as well. Her hair grew over the years and she was even more beautiful than any of them remembered. Each of them showed different parts of the school she was enrolled in and in three of them she was accompanied by a girl with curly brown hair who looked like her best friend there
"Kyouya-senpai, can we keep them?" Hikaru asked.
Kyouya snatched away the pictures before Tamaki got the chance to glimpse at it.
"Hey! I didn't even get the chance to see it!" Tamaki whined.
Kyouya arranged the pictures so they would look like cards and showed it to his friends once more. Tamaki tried to get a closer look of the pictures but Kyouya tried to keep it as far away from him as possible.
"Why won't we make things more interesting?" Kyouya offered, fixed his glasses.
"Uh-oh, the Demon Lord is planning something." Hikaru whispered to Kaoru.
"The Demon Lord can hear you." Kyouya smiled.
Chills ran down everybody's spine. It always scared them whenever Kyouya smiled like that.
"Whoever brings in most new customers next week gets to keep these pictures." Kyouya grinned. "And whoever brings in the least customers would have to sit on the economy class on our next trip while wearing a Victorian gown." Kyouya smirked.
"What are the rules?" Kaoru asked eagerly.
"The new customers may be either male or female, at least eighteen years old." Kyouya replied.
"Do foreigners count?" Hikaru asked, writing notes on a notepad.
"Yes they do."
"Hey Tono I suggest you better get started soon." Hikaru grinned
"Or else you would be beaten by us." Kaoru finished.
"What makes you think that you could beat me in this game of love?" Tamaki asked.
"Because Tono, all the girls you know are already our customers." Kaoru explained.
"While in our case, we know a lot of models who never stepped foot here."
Tamaki's eyes widened in realization. It was true; everyone he knew was a customer at least once. If he was to win this game, he would need a head start. As the twins started calling some models, Tamaki darted toward the next ballroom and handed a rose to an unsuspecting stranger.
As Hikaru, Kaoru and Tamaki compete for Haruhi's pictures, college sophomores drank tea and eat cake.
"Haruhi got even prettier, ne?" Hunny commented.
"Hmm…" Mori said.
"And the girl she's with is quite pretty as well." Hunny took a bite off his cake.
"Hmm…" Mori took a sip of his tea. "Ah, Kyouya."
"Yes, senpai?" Kyouya asked.
"Can I see Haruhi's pictures?" Mori asked.
"Sure senpai." Kyouya handed the pictures to Mori.
If Tamaki ask if he could see the pictures, Kyouya would tell him to go to hell. However, it seemed that Mori was thinking of something.
Mori studied the picture and flipped it over; a smile appeared on his face as he read the message scribbled on the picture. He asked Kyouya for paper and pen which Kyouya gave to him.
"Ne, ne, what are you thinking Takashi?"
"If Haruhi doesn't want to talk to us, I would write to this girl." He explained.
He scribbled down the school's address and the girl's name that was written behind one picture. Hermione Granger. She would be the key to contacting Haruhi.
A.N. I love reviews. -_-
Last chapter I said that there is no plot, now there is. By the looks of it, there would be 2 heroines.