Words…
Chapter 1:
Sometimes words spoke larger than actions, but then again, it mostly happened vice versa. Like the flitting clouds before a summer rain, or smelling burnt dough before you started screaming, "My cookies are burnt!"
Yup, that's pretty much how it is; or how it was. High school days had ended four years earlier and that left Haruhi at the…ehh…"prime" of life, at the age of twenty-one. Of course, she had just recently transferred into no less than a prestigious university (on scholarship) and was slowly, but surely inching her way towards being one of the best law students in her year.
Like Kyoya would say,
"Mission accomplished…for now."
"Haruhi-san, you did a very good job on the mock trial. I expect great things from you," Professor Moto said, obviously pleased with her work, "Thank you, Sensei," Haruhi answered smiling. Although quite humble, she knew she did a quite exceptional job; she had worked on her statements late last night.
"I'm now a student of Tokyo University," she murmured to herself as she exited the classroom. Those words sounded so sweet.
Much had changed since those naïve days of Ouran. She had grown her hair out and was now taking proper care to wear decent things daily. After all, an aspiring lawyer was supposed to look prim, trim, and proper.
Oh, and the most important thing was her debt. Yes, her tiring debt was now paid off! It took three years but she had finished it three months before high school graduation but she did it. Haruhi had to admit that if she had a choice she would not want to go back to those days; days filled with tiring cosplays, ridiculous battles and strange sudden trips.
"I suppose the only things I miss," she breathed to herself, "are my friends."
"Haruhi? You go here to!"
Haruhi froze. It couldn't be...
"Arai, you're here!" Haruhi said in surprise, slowing her walk to allow him to catch up with her,
"Yes, it's quite a miracle." Arai grinned, "With my grades and all, I'm surprised." Haruhi smiled gently, "I'm sure it's not a miracle at all." Arai blushed slightly, "You're quite good at soccer so even if your grades are quite poor, that's a big plus for you." Haruhi said bluntly, clopping off. Arai almost fell. Yup, the Haruhi he had known before was still plainly and painfully there. He couldn't help but smile though. She was a sweet girl; no matter how insensitive and sarcastic she was.
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Haruhi couldn't help but compare the noisy cafe to the days at Ouran, minus the crazy battles between Hikaru, Kaoru, and Tamaki. She hurried over to the food stand, flitting looks at all the sandwiches.
"So cheap and they look so good," Haruhi mumbled to herself, finally deciding on two. She'd save one for tomorrow's breakfast. She chose a drink and paid for them, all at the low cost of $4.
The good thing about being in college was being able to go off campus for lunch to search for places with cheap food. Ahh, what a bliss.
She sat down at a particularly quiet table in a corner and started to look over her notes from her debate class.
Yes, tomorrow's mock trial will be on an old woman's murder.
I'm assigned as the accuser's lawyers this time…
She closed her notebook, eyes flashing triumphantly. She was ready for tomorrow and bit into her sandwich as a reward for herself. This was how she had been eating recently. Eating was for rewards for doing well. In other words, bad grade in class, no food.
Haruhi couldn't have imagined a worse fate.
"Kaoru, let's sit down here."
Haruhi froze. "Hikaru…and Kaoru?" she whispered. No, it couldn't be. She shook her long brown locks. It could be anybody. A lot of people were named Kaoru and what were the odds that the twins managed to invade her life…once again?
No. She shook her head trying to find a possible solution.
A: someone else with the name 'Kaoru'
B: the twins are here
She scratched down these possibilities in her notebook.
"Whoa, Hikaru, it's Haruhi!"
Haruhi circled 'b'.
