Words…

Chapter 5:

Haruhi's POV:

What is good? What is bad?

It's all how you think about it, I suppose.

There are times when I think why if we are "Kami-sama's children" then why does this happen? Why does war and death happen? It's like we're just waiting to die and when we do…it's all too soon.

Ah, look at me, rambling about useless thoughts. But…I can't help it. Not right now, anyway. To think it would take four little words to make me lose about, maybe ten years of my life?

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Narrator:

"Hey, yo! Person with the really bad shave!"

Hikaru ran up to the man, panting. He sprinted for two miles to Haruhi's university, forgetting he could have taken a taxi or something. If Kaoru saw what Hikaru had just done, he would have laughed for days.

Professor Moto felt his mustache. It didn't feel too bad or anything, "Be respectful of your elders, son." He said sternly, "You'll get no recommendations if you act like this towards your betters."

Hikaru rolled his eyes, "Look," he said tiredly with a small smirk on his face, "My friend of the Ohtori family is a good friend of the owner of the person who pays you so I'd watch what you are saying."

This seemed to shut up Professor Moto.

"And," Hikaru continued, "Do you know a girl named Fujioka, Haruhi? You know, on the short side, a little dull personality?"

Professor Moto stroked his mustache, "Ah, Fujioka-san, eh?" he shook his head sadly, "Oh, poor girl…" he trailed off but then eyed Hikaru suspiciously, "You know her?"

Hikaru widened his eyes a little. Poor girl? Sure, she was a Commoner but…did something big happen?

"Where can I find her," he persisted. He was getting quite annoyed. Was almost as hard to get answers out of as Kyoya.

"You should ask Haruka-san. You can probably find her in the girl's dorm. She's Fujioka-san's dorm-mate." He explained wryly.

"Ah, Haruka-san and Fujioka-san…so cute…like my own children…of course they're thirty now…"

Okay. On second thought, this guy reminded him more of Milord.

"Arigato, Mustache-san" Hikaru said. He was clearly pissed out of his mind and wanted to use the phrase, 'fuck'in idiot' but he was trying to be polite…in his own way of course.

"You annoy me like hell but arigato for telling me how to find Haruhi." He continued, patting the man on the shoulder.

Professor Moto sniffed, placing Hikaru's hand back to his side. He wouldn't forgive him for making snide comments about his mustache. He had it perfectly waxed yesterday!

"By the way, lad," he asked, "Are you Fujioka-san's boyfriend?"

"Mustache-san," Hikaru fumed. It was kind of like Hunny in dark mode but then again, it was Hikaru in pissed off mode so it was much worst…and Kaoru or Haruhi wasn't there to calm him down, "You just went TOO FAR!"

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Dear Fujioka,

I've liked you the minute I saw you walk into the same first class as me. You're eyes are beautiful and have a sense of intelligence. You're hair is like a sunset on a day in August (this was scratched out) November.

You're very beautiful and I think you'll like me too so I'd like to date you…please? You're so sexy and h---…

Bang! BANG!

"Damn!"

Haruka tossed the love letter back into the envelope and shoved it back in their mail slot. Haruhi disliked people who were bothersome like 'someone named Tamaki-senpai'.

Not that it stopped her from reading every love letter sent to Haruhi. God, she'd love it if she could catch Haruhi sending one…not that it's her personality to send them.

Let me clue you in on something…Haruka is basically Haruhi's opposite…in personality, that, and basically everything else. On the first day they met, Haruka was already annoying Haruhi and on the first night…heck that was even worst.

"I'm back, Haruka-san," Haruhi mumbled, as she turned the key and opened the door. It was just the first day and already four essays to be completed! But then again, she hadn't expected to get it easy when she came here.

"Oooh, Koji. You're so hot…Yes! Yes! Come to mama!"

Haruhi's eyes widened a little and stared at the sight before her.

"Haruka-san…" she acknowledged, "Koji-san, I think…" she dropped her bag and sitting at the desk. She flipped open her notebook and started writing. Who cared what her roommate did? As long as it didn't disturb her studying she didn't care too much.

"Koji, go! Go!" she ushered. If Haruhi made a big deal out of it, she could have handled it. How many times had she been caught with a man in her house while they were fucking?

Countless times. 'Whore' her mother had called her…but she hadn't cared what the hell people thought about her…until now.

Because…because Haruhi was different. She didn't look at her with hating eyes. Her eyes were big with worry for her…for Haruka.

She didn't blame her or anything. She just left her to do her business. But that…that made her feel exactly like a whore!

She got up, putting her shirt back on, "Sorry about that, Haruhi." She said.

"No need for apology," Haruhi said bluntly, "What you do is what you do. As long as it doesn't affect my studies do whatever you want." She looked into Haruka's eyes, her amber orbs showing blankness, "If it doesn't affect you at all what you're doing, then I'm fine with it."

"You know, Haruhi, I really am sorry…" Haruka said, pulling her head down. She felt ashamed. Like somebody ripped off her clothes and left her naked in the streets so people could gawk all they wanted at her naked breasts and…well, whatever they wanted.

'Ugh, that was a horrible metaphor.'

"Hey, Haruhi,"

"Yeah? Be quick about it. I'm trying to study."

"Sorry," Haruka laughed hugging Haruhi around the shoulders, "You're like a boyfriend! I'm going to love you only!"

"What?" Haruhi said, continuing to write her essays. It was clear she was a little flustered. After all, who normally told a girl that besides a boy?

"Wait…" Haruhi said, turning around, "Are you…a lesbian?" she asked brazenly. It caused Haruka to almost fall down, "No," she said grinning, pulling up her pants, "I just love you the most. H-hey! Are you listening?"

Haruhi had left the room.

"Coming! I'm coming!" Haruka shouted. She flung the door open, disregarding the fact she was in her bra and underwear only.

"Haruhi!" she squealed, flinging herself out of the door…landing right on top of Hikaru.

"Gyah! Pervert!" she screamed, flinging herself back into her room.

"Hey, lady!" Hikaru growled, stomping in after her, "You're the one falling on top of me!" he smirked at her mischievously. All women are easy…except for Haruhi. "Maybe you're the pervert."

Haruka blushed hard, "Well, what do you want?" she said, grabbing her robe and wrapping herself in it,

"You're Haruka, right?" Haruka blinked, "Yeah, I am." She looked at Hikaru gravely; "Sorry, but I've only got eyes for Haruhi."

'What the hell?' Hikaru stared at her. This woman is a bit more…complicated?

"No," he said, slapping his forehead. Seriously, this woman, "I'm looking for Haruhi, not you, conceited woman."

This seemed to get Haruka even more hysterical, "YOU'RE HER BOYFRIEND?" she shrieked, "Nooo! Haruhi! You can't get a boyfriend without me approving him!"

"WHERE IS SHE?" he screamed back, grabbing her wrist. He was furious by now, "Sorry about that," she said, rubbing her head, "I tend to get like that for no reason."

Hikaru sighed and collapsed into the nearby chair. All this just to find one annoying little blunt, short…beautiful, kind, strong…girl. Damn, he was getting strange.

"She's…she hasn't been home. Not yesterday, not today. She hasn't even come to class." Haruka cried.

"W-what?" Hikaru sputtered, "What happened?"

"Haruhi" Sensei said, "Thank you for coming. I'm sorry you're missing part of your lunch" Haruhi bowed her head a little and gave a small trace of a smile, "It's alright, sensei. I'm sure this must be important."

Sensei looked at her and put his hands on her shoulders, "I think you're going to want to sit down for this."

Haruhi gave a bit of a puzzled glance, "Did anything happen?"

"Haruhi, you are a very good student; one of the best I've ever had. Let me tell you that this was not your fault. Kami-sama didn't have a grudge against you or anything. It just happened." He said.

"W-what are you talking about?"

"Haruhi, your father is dead. He was killed yesterday sometime around night."