Standing on the steps was Yumiko holding what looked like Kyoyas' notebook. "Yumiko! What are you doing here?" "Master Kyoya… err… Mr. Ootori instructed me I was to be your personal maid wherever you may be. Also, he asked me to give this to you." Yumiko handed Haruhi the notebook and an envelope.

She headed into the house and was greeted by a line of maids. "Welcome home Mistress." Haruhi turned red because she wasn't really expecting it. "Thank you where is my dad?" "Master Ranka is in the west wing. Lyri can show you the way," said an elderly maid. A young woman showed her to her fathers' room. Upon entering she saw her dad was asleep on a large bed. Turning around she saw Yumiko had not left her. "Yumiko can you go find out where my room is and then return here," said Haruhi.

She nodded and closed the door as Haruhi walked over to the bed. Looking down she saw that he was holding the last family photo they had taken together. Looking around she saw that there were boxes scattered everywhere. He must have had to pack in a hurry. "Dad…" said Haruhi. Ranka groaned as he opened his eyes and looked at her. "Haruhi, welcome back." "Thanks dad, but why do you have so many boxes in here?"

Ranka smiles, stretched, and got up off the bed. He picked up a large box and set it on the bed. "I couldn't leave them. All these boxes belonged to your mom and when she died I put them away until you were old enough."

Looking inside Haruhi saw elegant dress after elegant dress. The farther she dug the more she saw until she reached some shoes. "She wanted you to have these one day and I think now is the perfect time," said Ranka. Haruhi hugged her dad just as Yumiko came back. "Miss Haruhi your room is on the second floor in the east wing." "Thank you. Dad if you don't mind I will be taking two boxes for now. Yumiko will you show me to my room. Once they entered she was floored. It was like walking into the past. The room was typical except for a few key items. The TV was a tube TV and there were VHS tapes scattered everywhere. It looked as if someone had been in a hurry to leave and the room looked as if it hadn't been touched in quite some time.

"This was your mothers' room. Mr. Katayama wanted you to have it. We will be replacing the TV and other amenities," said Yumiko. "NO! I want to keep the room exactly as it is, but where is my grandfather?" she asked. "He is in the library three doors down on your right." "Thank you."

Haruhi set the box down and walked down to the library on the right. Stepping in she was in awe. The collection was massive. Haruhi wanted to stop and read them all, but saw her grandfather in his study with the door open. She knocked and he looked up at her. "Come in Haruhi." She walked in and stood in front of his desk.

"Grandfather, may I have a different room for myself?" she asked. Tomoe continued his work, but faltered for a moment before continuing. "Do you not like Kotomos' room?" "It's not that, but I want her room to always stay the same." He started to laugh and set his work to the side. "You and Suzumi would have gotten along well. She refused to let anyone clear or touch the room after Kotomo disappeared. Of course, any room you want is yours," he said. "Thank you!" Nodding she turned to leave. "Haruhi, before you go the law books will be on your left." She walked over and grabbed one that looked like it had been paged through many times and walked back down the hall. Deciding on a room just a few doors away from her moms' old room she set the book on the desk and went to grab the boxes. Making two trips she set both of them on her bed.

Haruhi started pulling the clothes out and hung them up. When she got to the bottom of one of the boxes she saw a Lobelia skirt and pulled it out. Underneath it was the Lobelia shirt. Looking at them she smiled as Yumiko came in. "Haruhi it's time for dinner." "Hey Yumiko what do you think should I wear this to dinner?" she asked. Yumiko grinned and nodded. "Absolutely. Your father and grandfather will have to take a double look." She quickly put them on and was happy that the uniform fit. Once she was dressed Yumiko showed her where the dining room was. Ranka and Tomoe were already there and waiting for her.

Walking in she sat down next to her grandfather. Looking up she had to stop herself from laughing. Both men looked shocked before Ranka started laughing. "Haruhi, you really shouldn't scare us like that. I thought I was looking at Koto." "That was the point!"

Their dinner was served and everyone ate in silence until Tomoe cleared his throat. "Haruhi, I'm glad her uniform fits. You will need it when you attend Lobelia," he said. Haruhi dropped her fork and looked at him eyes wide. "Wait! What?" "Now don't get me wrong Haruhi I will allow you to finish up the school year at Ouran, but it has always been a tradition for the Katayama women to attend there as our previous conversation was interrupted." "Grandfather please I want to attend Ouran isn't there any…" she cried. "Enough! Haruhi this is not up for discussion. You will attend Lobelia. I will not stand for disorder! You will do as I say now please finish your dinner."

Haruhi said she was full and excused herself. Running up the stairs she ran into her mom's room and threw herself on the bed. Crying she held onto the pillows. Ten minutes later she felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking up she saw it was her dad. "Haruhi…" "Dad it isn't fair. I want to attend Ouran, but he won't let me." Ranka hugged his daughter and understood more than ever why Koto wanted to keep her away from her father. The man was nice when he wanted to be. "What about talking to Kyoya darling. He may be able to do something for you since he is the CEO now." She shook her head. "I can't. I want him to know that I can do things without help." Ranka sighed and looked at his daughter. "Haruhi your mother was the same way, but you two need to learn to lean on each other. Kyoya needs to learn just as much as you do, but please remember you aren't alone. I was going to wait until your birthday, but I think you should have it now." Ranka handed Haruhi a small pink journal. "What is this?" "This was your mothers' journal. She had this when she ran away and always held it close," said Ranka. Haruhi held the journal as he left and sat up. Paging through she found her last entry. It was dated April 20th 1985. She turned the light on and decided to read it.

Dear Diary,

I am so nervous tonight. I have decided to run away. I love my mother very much, but my father has refused to see reason. No matter what I do he won't listen that I don't want to Marry Yoshio Ootori. I used to listen, but then I saw my friend Lyri. She has such a loving family. They support her in everything she does. I know my father has signed over the rights to the Katayama fortune already, but I just can't. No matter how many times I tell myself it is my job I don't feel right about it. I want my own children to have the choice to choose one day. I also want to become a lawyer for the people one day as well. I have asked my friend Yumiko to watch over Kyo-tan. I feel bad leaving her even though she is three years older I still worry. I have to hurry now Lyri and Yumiko will be here soon and not much time to pack. As I won't be using my name anymore I have to take you with me unless I want father to know where I am. Lyri and her family have kindly offered to house me. I hope that Ara-tan will forgive me because when she wakes I will no longer be here. This shall be the last time I go by Kotomo for from now on I will be known as Kotoko.

Love,

Kotomo Sakura Katayama

Haruhi closed the diary and got up deciding to go find Yumiko. She walked over towards the library to find her reading a book on one of the sofas. "Yumiko…" she began. "Haruhi…" she saw how red Haruhis' eyes were. "What's wrong?" she got up and ran over to her. Pulling her close she hugged her as they walked over to the sofa. "Yumiko were you one of my mom's friends?" She smiled and nodded. "I was. I was about five years older than her and started working for her family when I was eighteen. Eventually over time Mo-Chan started to talk with me and I introduced her to my cousin Lyri who is the same age as her. When we helped your mom Kyoki-Sama took her place and married Ootori-Sama. Sometime later I went with the Ootori family and watched Kyoki-Sama fall in love with her husband." Haruhi smiled as Yumiko looked far off. "What was she like?" "Sweet, but rebellious. Mo-Chan was always speaking her mind. When she found out she was to marry the late Mr. Ootori-Sama she fought it. When she knew she couldn't win she decided to run away. It was the hardest thing for her to do. She left behind all her friends and family. She worried for her mother but knew her choice was stay and marry a man she didn't love or leave and find love."

Haruhi looked up sadly as tears were brimming Yumikos' eyes. "When she graduated Lobelia, we knew she would leave us." Looking so sad Haruhi hugged her. "I'm sorry you lost a friend before I ever lost my mom." Don't worry about it Haruhi she left us each with a letter and a gift. I always carry it with me. If it makes you feel better she was much happier in her final years." Yumiko reached up and unhooked her necklace revealing it as a locket. Handing it to Haruhi she opened it to reveal a photo of her mom, Lyri, and Yumiko when they were younger.

"She does look happy," Nodding Yumiko closed the locket and put Haruhis' hand over it. I think you should have it." "I can't! It was a gift from my mom to you," said Haruhi. "And I think she would want you to have it," smiled Yumiko. "Thank you."

Haruhi stood up and held the locket close as she walked to her room. Once she grabbed her backpack she set the locket on the desk and pulled her text books out. Deciding to start with her Greek she pulled out her worksheets when Yumiko knocked and entered. "Haruhi there are some ladies her to see you." Sighing she set the worksheets aside and motioned for her to let them enter.

Stepping aside she allowed Benio, Chizuru, and Hinako to enter. "Fair maiden what a joy to hear from my father that my long-lost cousin had a daughter and that it was you." Benio hugged her as Haruhi was still trying to process the news. "I didn't know my grandfather had any siblings." "Yes, although they don't talk often my grandfather is your grandfathers' brother. I can't believe I never noticed the similarities." The Zuka Club could be a little eccentric, but at least they cared.

"As much as I would like to continue our conversation I have a whole weeks' worth of homework to finish tonight." "Why not let us help you," said Hinako. "I… couldn't…" began Haruhi. "Oh please, it will be our pleasure," said Chizuru. The four sat down at the table in her room and helped Haruhi get caught up. By the time ten O' clock rolled around they had finished up and the girls said their good-byes. Haruhi changed and got into bed. AS she sat there she noticed the letter and the notebook Kyoya had given Yumiko was on the nightstand. Carefully Haruhi opened the letter and looked at his neat writing.

Dear Haruhi,

I am giving you my notebook so that you can help keep the club going. Without one of us there those idiots would destroy the spending money in a day. Also, I swear if those twins get any ideas I will kill them. In the notebook you will find a schedule of products for the club that will be available at certain times. I'm trusting you to keep this book safe. DO NOT let them take it. Now I will be arriving tomorrow to take you shopping. I will pick you up from Ouran after club is over.

Love,

Kyoya

Smiling she opened his notebook and scanned the schedule for activities and merchandise. It was unbelievable. He had it all planned out all the way through her graduation. Setting the notebook down she pulled the covers up and went to sleep.