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"Well, it is true." Hikaru commented, crossing his arms. The girl looked at him, her eyes narrowing.
"And there really is no place for you to talk, hot-tempered jerk." He rolled his eyes and looked at her.
"Hot-tempered jerk? Really? Is that the best you could think of?" Aya's face turned red with anger. She crossed her arms and sighed.
"I'm going to find Haruhi." She told him, slamming her hands on the nearby table. "Don't do anything to my house, please." It was more of a command than a plead. Going through the many rooms of her house, she looked for the female host. Not that surprised, she found her in the kitchen.
"Haruhi?" The said girl turned around, placing down the dishes in her hand.
"Oh, hey." She smiled. "I remember you. So you said I'd find out your name later, right? Mind if I ask what it is?" Aya smiled. She was too polite for her own good.
"My name is Aya..." She paused. "Nakamori. Nice to meet you, Haruhi. Or should I say, nice to meet you again." They laughed, and Haruhi was the first to recover.
"Nice to meet you too, Aya. Oh, if you don't mind me, I have to be going now. See you later!" Haruhi waved before dashing off to the front door, sighing. The host club was leaving already.
"Oh, leaving already?" Aya asked, looking at the male host. Hikaru stopped as he was about to exit the front door. "Okay. Well, see you at...school.." Awkwardly waving, Hikaru wasted no time dashing off. She sighed, lazily tracing circles on the coffee table next to her. The house was empty without anyone around, and Haruhi had left already. The hosts, who were driving in their limo, had left already and she didn't feel the need to bother them with the burden of staying with her, just because she felt lonely.
"Hikaru," Absentmindedly, she thought about him, closing her eyes and relaxing. Suddenly, she shot up with a gasp.
"What was I thinking? Thinking about...him." A blush rising to her cheeks, Aya frowned. This was not good.
"I can't do this!" She plopped down in her chair. "No, no, no, no.." Over and over, whenever she would close her eyes, Hikaru would come into her mind. Memories of the twins scattered throughout her thoughts (A/N: Thank you Chushiki Maho); making their first snowman, testing Aya's non-maid cooked dish, and even just sitting outside together. When they weren't so...so...in their world. Aya smiled faintly. The only person who could tell them apart, besides their father, was her. The first outsider.
"Of course, they don't remember that." Throwing her hair into a ponytail, she sighed. "They won't remember that I was the first person to come into their lives.."
"It's getting late anyway," Aya closed the door, shaking her head. "It's not like I couldn't handle one more day on my own."