"Haru-chan?!" Honey practically screamed.
Even Mori had a smile on his face when he heard the news, albeit a faint one.
Kyoya nodded. "She is a patient at the Ootori Mental Hospital."
The Haninozuka excited, brown eyes morphed into ones of confusion and concern. "Why is she there?"
"I'm not sure," the Ootori boy admitted. "I decided to wait until we got there to read her file."
"Takashi," Honey said softly, turning to his tall cousin, "do you think Haru-chan is ok?"
He grunted, raising his shoulders slightly. Seeing this depressed Honey further, he lifted him up.
"Don't cry, Mitsukuni," he instructed calmly.
"We can board a plane to Japan tomorrow morning," Kyoya informed them.
"Why can't we go now?" Honey asked out of curiosity.
"We should allow enough time for Tamaki to react," he explained.
"Seeing Tamaki so depressed is painful," Honey agreed. "Do you think he'll be happy when we seem him again?"
Kyoya looked out the window, gaze focusing on the waves. The faintest of smirks appeared on his face. "Only time will tell."
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She didn't know how they pulled it off, but they did. She stared at herself through the tall mirror Hikaru had in his room. She was given the same haircut she wore while in highschool. This familiar style just proved how much her body had changed since then. She had grown a little taller, and her face looked more adult-like. She looked slightly more feminine, but it was still really easy to confuse her for a man.
Hikaru had thrown her some clothes to wear, as well. He claimed that just because she wasa commoner, doesn't mean she had to dress like one- especially since she knew the sons of a famous designer.
Kaoru and Hikaru argued over what to give her. Kaoru wanted to put her in something more simple, while the eldest of the twins wanted to boast her beauty by giving her bolder clothes. The younger and more mature of the duo allowed his brother to win, not wanting to provoke him. (Despite having violent fits, Hikaru never hit his brother.) Realizing the sacrifice, he compromised with Kaoru.
Haruhi was dressed in a red dress, black gloves, and black heels.
"Hikaru, Kaoru," she spoke up, eyes fixated on her clothes in the mirror. "Don't you think this is a bit… much?"
"Of course not!" the twins declared in unison.
"You're beautiful, Haruhi," Kaoru told her, not meaning anything other than that.
"Besides," Hikaru added, "we have all of those years to make up. We've missed dressing up our favorite doll!"
She sighed. "Fine," she agreed, albeit reluctantly. "But I am not your doll."
Hikaru snickered mischievously. He stopped when the intercom turned on.
"Dinner time! Please make your way to the kitchen!"
"We must have lost track of time," Kaoru chuckled sheepishly. He then turned to Haruhi. "You'll like the food here, Haruhi! It's like a buffet! Pretty good, too!"
She didn't appear to be paying attention.
Realizing this, he smiled and gave her an example: "Fancy tuna."
She flinched. "Fancy tuna?" she echoed.
The twins started laughing while guiding her to the kitchen.
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As the twins said, fancy tuna was an option. It wasn't the only thing available, however. There was meatloaf, soups, chicken, steak, crabs, and more. Each was prepared like the entries at Ouran were. The best thing about it- everything was covered by insurance. The Ootori Mental Hospital accepted most insurances, even the cheap one she was under.
Hikaru and Kaoru sat on both sides of Haruhi. They had gotten the exact same thing to eat, with the exception of Kaoru picking up a slice of pumpkin pie for dessert. Haruhi went for seafood, as expected. Crab, fancy tuna, sushi, and other things. They were so busy talking, they didn't notice a familiar blonde entering the scene.
Every patient was required by hospital rules to eat in the dining room. Mandatory attendance was the only times the twins saw Tamaki Suoh. Oddly enough, the twins had forgotten he was there for the most part. His eccentric behavior had been lost in the powerful seas of grief. He had learned to keep his mouth shut a bit too well, becoming a mute for the most part in the process. The twins had each other, and had pushed the former Host Club king out of their world.
Haruhi's brown eyes shifted to the young man. His blue eyes were wide with shock. His mouth didn't dare to open. His hands started trembling, the tray shaking in his grip a result. He dropped the tray after a moment of just staring at her gorgeous, brown eyes. His hands remained where they were, however. He staggered over to her and asked shakily, eyes full of worry.
"Why are you here, Haruhi?"
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Thanks for reading! I noticed people keep asking me to update. Do Ouran fics just discontinue or something? I don't plan on abandoning this…
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