Disclamer: Let me see here, I live in a middle class house, I don't live in Japan, I don't understand theJappenese language...hmmm...don't think I own OHSCH! Sorry, I don't own it and if I did, I don't think I would be doing Fanfiction!

Title: A Love, Lost and Found

Author: Jilion Tealleaf

Rating: T

Polls

Mori: 6 votes

Tamaki: 6 votes

Hikaru: 5 votes

Kyouya: 10 votes

Summery: How does Haruhi's dad's death and a move to New York, result in her living with six guys/friends? This is the Host Club being themselves...read and find out. Also I will make this a romance between Haruhi and either Hikaru, Kyouya, Mori, or Tamaki...you get to pick who by voting...so please review! Thank you. Oh and sorry for any spelling mistakes and OOC.

Last Time

When Haruhi had seen the glass frame break into hundreds of peices, her heart broke with it. The knowledge that she may, no, probaly would never see six of the most important people in her life again. She gingerly nelt down to the broken glass and fished out the picture. She grabbed the photo and an exact copy of a stuffed, pink bunny that had been given to her for her last birthday. With these two treasures, she lay down on her bed and cried herself into a pittiful sleep.

Chapter 4, Funerals and Final Goodbyes

It had been three days since the death of her father; two days since she had last seen her rich, overbearing, obnoxious, caring friends. God how she missed them!

Her aunt had not let her leave the house for two days. Everyday Haruhi seemed to recieve more bruises. Some she got from argueing with her aunt, some were from not doing chores properally, others were because her aunt had found the sake. Her aunt would berate Haruhi for being clumsy and tell her to put some cover up on them.

When she was not slaving to her aunts demands, she was either locked in her room, or throwing the 'trash' out. The 'trash' happened to be things that her father had given to her for various reason. Haruhi was also told to throw out many of the outfits that the twins had given her, some jewlery that the members of the Host Club had given her for her last birthday. She did manage to save some small presents: a watch with diamonds carfully placed in it from Kyouya, a formal black dress that the twins had designed for her, a replica of bun-bun from Hunny, a book on famous law cases from Mori, and some french made jewlery, and a small lether-bound diary from Tamaki. (Kyouya had to remind him that Haruhi didn't exactly like anything big and or extravigant)

When the twins and Tamaki tried calling her the previous day her aunt had disconected the phone. She had made it clear to Haruhi that she did not have a computer in her house so Haruhi could forget about emailing her dear friends.

It was now Friday morning, the morning that her father's funeral was to be held. It was raining, the chance of a thunderstorm were high. Her aunt had rudly woken her up and demanded that she get in the shower so they could get this thing over with and go home. Once Haruhi had taken her shower and put the black dress on that the twins had given her and the jewlery that Tamaki had given her (her aunt allowed her to wear them once Haruhi lied and said they had once been her mother's) they drove to the shrine where the service was being held.

When Haruhi got out she was flooded with memories from her mother's service. Neighbors and friends came up to Haruhi and gave their condolences; her aunt took them while putting on the charade of a mourning family member. The priest's words about her father sounded hollow.

"Ranka was an amazing man. He led a happy life..." how wrong could someone be about her father! He had had a hard life. His beloved wife died, he was forced to raise his daughter on his own. They had always been tight with money, so he could never do the things he wanted to! Suddenly feelings of anger overwhelmend Haurhi. How could her father leave her? How could he leave her in the hands of her aunt? How? Why did he have to be taken from her? Tears were threatning to spill.

"He was a caring father..." the prist continued. Well at least they got that right. Haruhi looked to her right and saw her aunt watching her, she blinked back the tears, she would not cry in front of that lady!

That evening right after the funeral ended, and the guests had left, Haruhi just stood by herself in a daze, letting the rain wash over her, untill a quiet, familar voice broke through.

"Haruhi, are you allright?"

Haruhi turned around, her eyes wide with shock. "Senpie, how?"

Kyouya just looked at her with a slight smirk on his thin lips. "You really don't think that I, we, would not come to support you at your father's funeral, now do you?"

"We?"

"We." five voices rang out from behind Kyouya

"Haru-chan, how are you doing?" Hunny said as he approched her.

Haruhi finally broke down and fell to her knees hugging Hunny to her as she cried into his chest.

"Oh Haruhi," Tamaki whispered as he knelt down beside her and took her into his arms and hugged her close to him. "it's going to be allright. We're all here for you. We all lov..."

A loud clap of thunder could be heard as a woman came running over to the group of friends. "Haruhi! Get away from her you houligans! Get away from them Haruhi!" Tamaki let his arms fall from Haruhi as he took a step twoards the woman, anger darkening his usually happy bluish-purple eyes. However Kyouya grabbed his arm, Karou did the same with his brother, who had also stepped in front of Haruhi.

When another clap of thunder rang through and Haruhi instintivly clung to the nearest thing, which just happend to be the strong, powerful arm of Mori. When he wrapped his arms around her she attempted to burry herself in their depths, away from the thunder, away from her father's death, away from the evil woman who was her aunt.

"You, mamn, are the one who will get away from Haruhi." Kyouya stated, his voice having an unusuall edge to it.

"How dare you! You should not even be here!"

"What the hell do you mean we shouldn't be here! Haruhi is our friend! Her father just died in case you forgot! As her friends we have every right to be at the funeral! She needs us! You're the one who should'nt be here! Haruhi is crying and you aren't doing a damn thing to comfort her!" Hikaru yelled, finally breaking. His usually good natured, michief filled eyes had a rare, dangorous fire behind them.

Haruhi peered out behind Mori's arms, she saw that both Hikaru and Tamaki had pissed looks on their faces. Kyouya had an expression that told her that he was looking, searching for somthing that could keep her here. Meaning, that if he, Kyouya, the Shadow King didn't have a plan to keep her here, then she wouldn't be staying.

She pulled out of Mori's arms and put one hand on Kyouya's shoulder, while everyone turned their attention to her. The members of the Host Club locked eyes with her and their hearts almost broke at that moment. Those eyes that held so much love and respect for them. Those eyes that could tell two people apart, even if they looked the same. Those eyes that told anyone who looked how much she cared for these people, what she would do for these people that she called frineds. Those eyes that had, despite what the girl had gone through, continued to shine, were now dulled with the pain of losing her father, losing her friends, and living with her aunt. Time seemed to stop for the Host Club as images of them and this wonderful girl flashed through their minds; as they remembered what this girl had done for them.

"Haruhi! Come here!" a earsplitting screech broke that timless moment as an arm snaked out to grab hold Haruhi. "I said come here. Do not make me repete myself a second time. We are leaving.for.America. Come!" The painful grip pulled Haruhi twoards her aunt, and away from six of the most important people in her life.

"Auntie, can I have a word with my friends, to say goodbye?"

"Fine, but make it quick. I'll make sure we have all of your bags. I'll be back in a few minuets." with thoes parting words, her aunt walked away.

Silence hung in the air. It was so thick, one could almost cut it with a knife.

"You're going." it was a statement, not a question.

"Yes, Hikaru, I don't have a choice..." Haruhi flung her arms around him in a death-grip hug, allowing the tears to flow once again. "I really don't want to."

"I know," he said as he returned the embrace. When she pulled away she saw six pairs of eyes, all glimmering with tears, some unshed, some falling.

She walked over to Hunny and Mori, "Thank you two for everything. You were allways there for me, no matter what happened. Stay that way and protect everyone, please..." she gave both of them a hug, while telling Hunny not too cry and to allways remember who he was, and not let anyone tell him differently.

"Goodbye Haru-chan, don't forget me."

"Goodbye, Hunny, and don't worry, whenever I look at my own Bun-Bun, I will allways think of you. Goodbye Mori."

"Goodbye Haruhi, I will miss you." with that he pulled one of his rare, small smiles, while holding back the tears.

When she turned to the twins, she cracked a small smile, and pulled both of them into a hug, letting their tears fall on her shoulders. "Don't forget you two, you are different people, even if you look alike. Don't let anyone tell you anything else. Just open your little world up to other people, please."

"Allright" they said in unison.

"Haruhi, I..."

"Yes, Hikaru?"

"...I..Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

She then turned to Kyouya who held out his hand for her to shake. When she looked into his eyes, she saw that he had no tears in his eyes, but she could still see the pain in them. She smiled at him and flung her arms around him. "Senpai, do you really think I'm going to let you get away with that? Just remember, you're not the icy cold person you pretend to be, really, your a nice warm person, just think about the beach house. Oh and take over your dad's company for me, will you?" with that she pulled away from the embrace that he had just returned.

Finnally, she went over to Tamaki, tears threatning to spill, "Senpai, do me a favor, call me that stupid nickname one last time?"

"I won't say goodbye, daughter, I won't. If I do, it means I'll never see you again, and trust me, I won't let that happen! I promise!"

"Sen...well, I will say goodbye, just hopefully not for the last time. And Senpai, do me a favor and someday, go to France and find your mother."

"Haruhi, don't..."

"Haruhi! Come here! We're leaving. You should have had enough time to say your goodbyes!"

"Well goodbye, Sen...Tamaki." she pulled out of an embrace that she didn't remember putting herself into, took a step back, looked at the Host Club, smiled, turned around and walked away into the darkness of the night, letting the rain wash away the tears that escaped her eyes.

Oh my God! I want to cry after reading that! Anyway, this was really hard to write. So I hope you liked it! Anyway, polls are still open and will remain open untill Haruhi is safely back in Japan, with an evil aunt coming to get her. Anyway, review. Oh and no flames people? Really if you don't like the story, then just don't read it and don't review! I will try to get the next chapter up as soon as possible! Remember review and answer the polls!!!
Jillion Tealleaf