Words…

Chapter 2;

Kaoru's POV

To be honest, I was not surprised at all. Not in the slightest but then again, Kyoya was the one who told me. You might not believe me but this time, no, we were not stalking Haruhi. Attending an art school nearby, we were just off to have a peaceful lunch together. Okay, so maybe not exactly peaceful but something along those lines.

I didn't bother to tell Hikaru, though. My poor brother…he didn't even realize his feelings for her until two years after graduation. By that time, Haruhi was long gone and my poor Hikaru was left to eat her dust but I suppose Milord was the worst off. Heck, he wouldn't come out of his room for days after Haruhi rejected his advances. It gave us quite a laugh, though. We took advantage of the time to paint his Beary blue.

"Ah, Haruhi!" I said, allowing myself to sit at her table, "What a surprise that the three of us have met here!" Hikaru nodded and sat stiffly. Still picking up his wounded heart? And it's already been, what, four years? Ahh, he must really be heartsick…and this time Haruhi didn't even have to say anything!

"Oh, Hikaru! Kaoru!" Haruhi said. She didn't sound surprised at all and continued eating her sandwich. She must have learned to expect the unexpected by now. She was always smart. She had grown out her hair and it looks nice. Although she should trim her bangs more! Ehh, I really want to trim it.

"You must be going to Tokyo U, Haruhi." Hikaru remarked suddenly, the familiar grin I knew and love was back on, "Otherwise why would I be here?" she muttered, her eyes darting back and forth from her sandwich to notebook.

"Well, we're going to college around here ourselves!" we said in unison, "The art college over there." I jabbed my finger out the window.

Haruhi acknowledged this, a spark of interest lighting her eyes. She knew we were going to some sort of art school. It was required to take over the family business and a special bonus was we liked it.

"We should eat lunch together tomorrow, Haruhi." Hikaru suddenly exclaimed, putting his arm around her. Stupid brother…he could flirt with her and tease her but couldn't confess to her…but that's what I love about him.

I nodded, putting another arm around her, which made her fluster and slightly blush. Being away from us so long must have dented her "Special Move Hold Her!" shield.

"Sorry, Hikaru, Kaoru." Haruhi ducked so she escaped, "I promised Arai that we'd catch up on our old middle school days." She apologized, packing her things. I could see Hikaru twitch. Ooh, Haruhi, you really should not have said that.

"What makes that baka better than spending time with us?" Hikaru exploded, standing and glaring at her, "We're the ones who've been there for you all of our Ouran days!"

Haruhi returned his look sourly, "Don't make fun of my friends!" she retorted back.

Everyone in the café was staring at us now. Figures. One five-foot girl and two identical looking boys about a foot taller than her was a pretty strange site…for commoners, I mean. Haruhi gave an apologetic glance to those around her before running off.

Hikaru sat down, sighing. He was clearly depressed,

"Awww, I didn't mean to say that to her." He said, looking at her small figure that was slowly getting smaller, "I just…couldn't help it!"

"A penny for your thoughts?" I teased, ruffling his hair, "My thoughts are worth $10 each." He muttered, stirring his soup with his spoon, "You're starting to sound like Milord."

"Don't remind me," he groaned, "Soon I'll be wearing frills and listening to sappy love songs all day long."

"I know how to cure you!" I said, pretending to look serious, "Confess!"

"N-no." Hikaru muttered, looking at me in the eye. Poor brother looked so dejected, "I'm over her. All I need is you, Kaoru."

"How sweet," I said, pinching his cheek, "But not a good lie."

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Haruhi's POV

The only reason I ran was because…ah I don't know. Maybe that sandwich didn't agree with my stomach so well. Ahh, I'm such a baka. Why can't I just be like a normal girl and tell them how happy I was to see them? Sometimes I hate myself. Then I think that it's idiotic to hate myself since I'll have to put up with my conscience forever. I'm so confused. Maybe studying will help smooth my nerves.

Mrs. Hamaya is a thirty-five year old woman, and an actress who is recently divorced. Her husband claims the $50,000 she made in October partially belongs to him. He says they didn't separate until December. Mrs. Hamaya claims they separated in September.

Ahh, this isn't helping.

Maybe I shouldn't have said that…with what Tamaki-senpai had said.

"Their world is…still very small."

Oh, I should not have said those things. I should not have said those things. Have I really been that insensitive? Maybe I've been like that all along…just Tamaki-senpai and the others were kind enough not to say anything. Ugh, now I'm drabbling. All right! Down to studying and then I'll go find Hikaru tomorrow and say I'm sorry. Wait, but I'm having lunch with Arai…Maybe I can meet them in the afternoon.

But then again, there's no guarantee Hikaru will want to speak to me. Ah, he still acts like a 15 year old. Although…I have to admit he has changed. It seems like he's holding in something though. I can't put my finger on it but there was definitely tension when I first talked to him today.

I seriously wonder why.

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Author note: In my story, Ouran was in Kyoto. Don't ask why.