I do not own Ouran :P I figured I'd write since I'm home alone and sick :( hope you all like it! And thank you to kasseybaby1231 and HitaAndUtaPri, your reviews make me happy :P I'm always happy to write more!

Kaoru POV:

I'm carrying the last box out of Haruhi's dingy apartment and drop it unceremoniously in the back of Kyoya's black SUV sitting outside beside the apartment complex. I stand there for a while with the other hosts, but this is getting boring. Hikaru looks impatient… Kyoya looks like he always does: Scary. Tamaki is buzzing around the car, making sure everything is where it should be; he gets this way sometimes… Or rather… He's always like this, making sure his 'daughter' is all set to move out. I just love playing with him though, he's so easy to play jokes on, but I love him, he's like … not a brother, nobody could be as close as Hikaru and I… Tamaki is like the cousin I never had, even though I have cousins, but they're all female. Mori is standing next to me being silent and tall, Honey is standing still for once… Something must be up, I'll ask Mori later. I grow impatient and walk inside.

"Haruhi?" I call out. She doesn't answer, so I decide to keep looking for her. I jiggle what seems to be a locked door, but there's a chair shoved against the handle. That's odd… I shove a bit harder and get angry. The door is open enough to see the chair, but closed enough that I can't reach in and move it. I didn't know shoving a door under the handle actually worked other than in movies… I finally step back and put all my force into a kick aimed just to the left of the handle. I hear a crack and the wood cracks, loosening its grip on the metal handle. Now I'm able to jiggle the handle so that the chair falls and I push the door open and enter.

What I find is Haruhi kneeling beside her bed with a small stack of papers in her small, shaking fingers. Also, the carpet is a creamy color, really cheap if you ask me, threads are poking up everywhere where they're not supposed to be.

"Haruhi?" I ask softly. I shut the door behind me until I hear it click. The floor is spattered with red stains. Not just by the bed, by the door, by the window. I think back and realize that when I'd seen what I thought was a food stain on the kitchen floor must have been blood. Boy, this guy must have been God-awful. Why did she put up with this? I want to pull her into my ar- Wait. Stop, Kaoru. I'm happy that she is interested in Honey. All the girls at the host club are sweet to him because he's just plain adorable, but nobody would ever think to be with him. He's just… too cute. But, I love him, he's really great. I respect what he and Haruhi ALMOST have. It's just a matter of time. I hear Haruhi mumble something and start paying attention to her again.

Haruhi POV:

"I thought Toni had sold it, or given it away," I repeat, looking at the company name on the papers I had found between my bed frame and my mattress. 'Fujioka.' My father had wanted their name to be the name of the company because he had a dream, he dreamt that one day, and just the mention of their name would make you think of the huge company that would eventually span the world.

"Sold what?" Kaoru asks. I show him the papers.

"My and my father's company. I thought Toni had tossed it, discontinued it. He could barely keep up his own job. I didn't know… after my father and I left Austr-" I abruptly cut off. Nobody knows about us.

"Haruhi? You've been to Australia? I didn't even know you had a passport?" He asks with a question in his voice. I guess I'll have to tell them all. We collected all of my meager possessions and they're already gone. I didn't want to tell them, if they knew about my father, they would know exactly who I was, who I am.

"Let's go, Kaoru, I'll tell you all once we're away from here," I say and push past him through the door and then outside to the street. I see them all standing outside, so I gesture to the SUV and we all get in. "I have something to tell you all," I say before I lose my nerve. This is going to be a long drive

Honey POV:

I'm sitting in the third row of seats, Takashi is sitting between Haruhi and I. Hikaru and Kaoru are sitting in the row of seats in front of us with Tamaki, and Kyoya is sitting in the passenger seat, giving instructions to the driver, but I know he's listening. He always it.

"This is going to be a really long story, I don't know where to start," Haruhi starts.

"Start from the beginning, stop stalling," Hikaru says harshly and we all look at him. Is Hika-Chan okay? His face turns red but he doesn't apologize. I hope he's not upset that Haruhi hasn't been telling us the truth. Well, I'm a little upset… My belly hurts when I think about her lying to us. Straight to our faces…

"Well, obviously I was born in Japan, but when I was very little my parents gave birth to a company as well. A company that took us to China first, I lived there until I was three, but the company took off quickly with the fast paced economy, so we left soon," Haruhi takes a deep breath and pushes on. I'm shocked by this, but… isn't Haruhi poor?

"We moved to Hawaii next, I liked America, you get a bit of peace without complete isolation, I was six when we moved to California, and seven when we moved to New York. We stayed in New York until I was ten. Then we moved to England right before my eleventh birthday. Our company took us all over the world, and I loved every bit of it. We moved to Australia right after I turned fifteen," Haruhi tells us in a calm voice, like she was reading a book, not telling the story of her life, she didn't stop to talk about fun experiences or things she had seen, right now her nose was scrunched up cutely like she was trying to hold something back. She blurts the rest out in a rush.

"My mother had had lung cancer for a while, but she finally died from it, from there my father seemed even more determined to make his dream come true, but then…Somebody killed him," Haruhi gets this lost look in her eyes and I feel my own eyes tear up and they start to ache when I try to hold the tears back. But Haruhi continues.

"We never knew who, they couldn't find any fingerprints or any evidence of who it could be. Eventually the case was dropped off the priority list. And, the rest of my family is… gone, so Toni took me in, he was my father's best man when he married my mother. I never liked him anyway; he's kind of slimy and creepy and can't keep a job very well without sleeping with his managers, male or female. But I had to, so I flew back to Japan and never knew that the company still had footholds in America, Australia, China, England, Canada, and of course here in Japan," Haruhi finishes. Or, I guess she's not finished just thinking of what to say next. I'm shocked so… Haruhi is… rich?

"I found some papers and they say the company is still in use, and I know the manager well, I'll need to speak to her. I also need to talk to Toni," she says warily and looks at us. "Whether you like it or not, I have to. Also, I guess you should know who I am really," she straightens her spine and lifts her head, as if to ward off anger. Wait, is she- Haruhi interrupts my thoughts.

"Ryouji Fujioka is my father," she says. We all fall silent. Except the twins, of course.

"So… you're worth millions and millions and millions of yen?" Hikaru asks and I stare at him in shock. He would ask that. Then it hits me.

"So you're the heiress to the Fujioka Company? Or you're not since there is a different person in charge… But, you should be right?" I ask. I don't even know how to wrap my mind around this. No wonder Haruhi doesn't like me she can have any other person in the whole entire world. I can feel myself pouting and try to hide it.

"Yes," she says. She looks braced, as if she's waiting for a blow to come… Or if she's about to throw one… "I love you all, but I may have to move across the world again… I can't stop it…" I feel my chest burst in pain and my breathing hitch. She can't… My thoughts are echoed by Tamaki and the twins.

"You can't leave us!" they all shout at the same time.

"What if I have to?" she asks quietly and looks every one of us in the eyes. I feel the tension and sadness levels rocket in the car and I can't bring myself to speak, so I just turn around and look out the window. It's such a beautiful; day, it's as if Mother Nature is mocking my horrid mood. Like she's throwing me the middle finger. I give it back to her.