Never Alone

"Oh."

A pause

"I'd like to visit."

Nekozawa, thoroughly startled, was having trouble forming a response to the request (statement?) and looked expectantly toward Kanazuki. "Miss. Haruhi," She began "Are you entirely sure that's a good idea? We wouldn't want to allow you any distress."

"Can they see me?"

"Of course, for the next 6 months you are as human as myself, unless you manage to release your soul before that. It was quite the difficult spell to accomplish, especially as I specialize in curses." The cloaked president explained

"Than I think I'll go visit. I don't really know why, I just know I feel like I should. How do I get there? The door seems to have disappeared." And before the boy could argue any further she was picking up her (too long) skirt in her hands to walk. "Reiko, would you mind accompanying me? I'd like to hear more about this by that was nice to you and stole your soul if you don't mind."

The other girl perked up at the interest in her (a rare thing indeed, she would most definitely come to like this Haruhi for the time she could) "Of course Miss Haruhi, one moment please while I persuade the president not to feel too worried for you."

For the life (death? What was she...?) of her Haruhi couldn't understand why she was so being so insistent about going to the room where she'd died. She'd been dead long enough to have lost herself to far shore, why deny this state by returning to where it happened. She was long past denial, it was too late for her, she knew. She shouldn't be here either though, she really shouldn't have existed in that world at all, it just wasn't natural. For six months she would be going against the laws and order of how the world was to work, and she loath to think of the ramifications. Her very soul could be at stake, it could be c-

"Miss Haruhi? I'd be happy to escort you as soon as you'd like."

"Yes" It didn't matter, Because even if it did

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"I'm ready."

She wasn't ready. The moment she had entered the room, she had developed a splitting headache. Immediately after that, she had collapsed into Reiko's arms and fallen unconscious.

"You're really pretty!" I turn to look at the origin of the voice. I know this voice.

"Thanks Yori."

In another time,

"I should be the one thanking you, you're my friend, even though you really don't have to!"

I had loved this voice...

"Miss Haruhi!" She opens her eyes

"Are you quite all right Miss?" The velvety voice of a tall boy with glasses carries across the room

"I'm fine, Thank you. Sorry about that Reiko."

"Oh, I don't mind at all Miss Haruhi, I was far too worried about you." And as Reiko clenched her hands and looked at her, her eyes expressed a certain worry her face did not, and Haruhi appreciated it just the same as if it did. She was worried about her.

"Oh princess, you're awake!" A beautiful blond came into her vision

"Princess?" A quick glance spared around the room gave her a general idea of how many people were there.

"We apologize for coming early, but Haruhi will be visiting me for a few months and when I informed her that my school has a host club she insisted on seeing why it's so popular."

"No need to apologize princesses, it's always a pleasure to have girls as pretty as yourselves visit!" When on the far shore, Haruhi had used all her energy to remember her name, if not herself. She knew humans existed, and she had a vague understanding that she once was one. Certain things that were purely human though, she no longer understood. So when she found herself faced with the same word that Yori had once called her, she knew she had to understand it.

"Reiko?"

"Yes Miss Haruhi?"

"What do they mean by pretty?" And when she gave an innocent blink, something inside the room seemed to break.

"You don't know what pretty means Haru-cha?!" Another blond (Why were there so many? She had known there were some when she was alive, but this seemed to be excessive) popped up next to her. She hadn't noticed him before during her brief scan of the room, likely due to his height (or lack thereof). Though he seemed to have softer features compared to the rest, Haruhi deduced he was a child.

"I'm afraid Miss Haruhi never learned certain japanese words. You see, she grew up outside of the country. Pretty is the word for when someone is found visually appealing." A look of relief crossed the child's face

"Where did you grow up then Haru-Chan?"

Deciding that Reiko was looking rather stressed, Haruhi decided to take over "My mother and father moved to America when I was three. I grew up in New York city, and since there wasn't as much of a need there, I only learned Japanese because I wanted to know my roots. I suppose that left a few gaps in my vocabulary." The story poured from her mouth without a second thought

Than, much to Reiko's horror, the identical Twins that had been watching from the background so far had decided to pipe up and test this claim by asking her a question. In English.

"Where were your parents from?" Which was likely a problem considering Haruhi definitely didn't speak English.

"My father was from here in Tokyo, while my Mother lived in Okinawa. I don't remember much of her as she died after my fifth birthday, but my Father had much love for me." Oh. Well that was something.

The fact was, Haruhi Fujioka didn't speak perfect English like the kind that just spouted from her mouth. Oh no, her English was rough and accented. It had only been learned after she'd found out about America's moon landing and had decided she wanted to become an astronomer in America. Her interest in stars, interestingly enough, sprouted from the same place her English did.

It came from one of her previous lives as the English Astronomer Mary Davies.

Something that, truth be told, was entirely impossible.

A/N: I plan to make this around 5 chapters (but it's likely to get out of hand). Now that I've got two chapters for it up I'm going to take votes on the pairing, and while the decision will end as mine and mine alone, the winner will be taken into consideration more than the others. No TamaHaru or HikaHaru though, I don't (and won't ever) write for those pairings. I love reviews, in case you didn't know. The second chapter of 'Funny Things' is in the works and I've actually come up with an idea for a 'Family Dynamic' one-shot, however slow forming it might be. 'Hermione Granger and the Indomitable Prat' has absolutely zero ideas because I've put it on a back burner so far behind the others that it's actually on the stove next door.

-Lucas_Gilbert