Never Alone

As it turned out, coming back to the near shore without being reincarnated had indeed had consequences. Perhaps not as dire as she had thought, but still plenty terrifying. One of which being her previous lives bleeding into this one, along with some memories from her most recent one. It could be worse, she supposed, the memories could even provide some comfort for the next few months, closure, even.

This of course, was assuming she managed to get out of this godforsaken host club without giving herself away.

"Miss Haruhi and I should be leaving, goodness knows what her father would say if he knew I'd allowed her to stay this long without drinking some water. Do you need any assistance standing Miss Haruhi?" Reiko to the rescue, it seemed. Perhaps Haruhi would exist to see another day.

"No thanks, I think I have it." And she stood up with only the slightest of wobbles before gathering up her skirt and beginning to leave.

"Come visit us again Haru-chan! Bye bye Reiko-chan!" Haru-chan? She hadn't noticed before, but Haru-chan was something very familiar. The entire encounter had been so... oh

"My Mother seemed to love you Haru-chan, she's usually a little more cautious of anyone I bring home."

"That probably has something to do with the somewhat eccentric nature of most of your friends. At least Sebastian is very rational, but he can be a little scary."

Yori shrugged at me "I think she's just worried that some of his foreigner habits will rub off on me."

"Foreigner habits, really?" I rolled my eyes

"Really! She's convinced I'll start spending half a fortune on grey tea and stop drinking green all together. That's okay though, I'm sure once she gets to see everyone together she won't be as worried."

"Together?" The only time all 7 of us were ever really together was just after school, what could he possibly be talking about?

"Mhm, next week on Saturday we should all come to my house." I had a bad feeling, it wasn't a good idea. I should've said something, told him not to, that we could all meet at my house instead.

"Of course, if that's what you want."

She blinked

"Miss Haruhi?" She couldn't be here.

"Yes of course." She needed to get out of here.

"Do come again princesses!" This blond was annoying,

"I won't." and something about this room was wrong. A very familiar wrongness. She ignored the laughs from the two twins and the choking cough the blond boy had made at her blunt response.

She left.

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She felt even worse afterwards.

She had to sleep for the first time in almost 40 years that night. She hated it. When she slept she had awful dreams. Haruhi would wake up clawing at her throat and gasping for breath, because she had been drowning while she slept. It didn't make sense. That wasn't how she had died. So why did it feel so much like a memory? It was wrong though, something in it was missing, some indispensable factor which it all seemed to collapse without. That's how she found herself in the Kanazuki library instead of the guest room that had been designated as hers for the next few months ("Mother, Father, will you allow my friend Haruhi to stay with us?" "Our Reiko has a friend!"). The library was large, and Haruhi found herself in awe at all the books. She was looking for a certain kind of book though. A yearbook.

Reiko's mother and father would've been far too young to have gone to highschool with her, but apparently Reiko had a sister (ten years her senior) who just might've. Ouran Academy had existed during Haruhi's lifetime, she had attended it in fact, but it was actually located in another building entirely. Apparently a few years after her death the school had expanded to what she knew as Ouran Academy today, leaving behind the old campus for grade schoolers. There were a few things that didn't really make sense to her in that, but she set them aside for now. As long as Mrs. Kanazuki had brought her sisters yearbook with her for some reason, than Haruhi could be content. So she searched,

And after hours of searching,

she found.

She put the book on the table and instantly began flipping through the pages, some part of her knew where to look. Another didn't even have the faintest idea what she was looking for. Astronomy club. There he was. There they were. All of them. Koji, Sebastian, Hana, Katashi, Kioshi, Yori, and her. All squished together for one coloured photograph to commemorate their high school lives once and for all.

Koji, who's parents couldn't stand each other or him, and sent him off halfway across Japan in hopes of never seeing him again.

Sebastian was, well, terrifying. He never really did much, but his pale skin and dark hair did wonders for triggering peoples amygdalas. The foreigner only ever really spoke to them, and though he wouldn't admit it, Haruhi knew he found great pleasure in having friends.

Hana had always been a stubborn girl, the kind who rarely ever admitted that she cared about someone without yelling at them. The exception to that had always been Katashi, the boy who Hana had loved. By the time Katashi got over his fear of making her feel awkward and confessed, they were only able to be together a week before their deaths.

Kioshi, a small boy who had always been on the frailer side. He was quiet and kind, always good for when you needed someone who you knew would listen.

Yori. Sweet, kind, Yori. Yori who was always there anytime anyone needed him, and always ready to help when he was there. The boy who had insisted that Yorifusa was far too long a name and that his friends shouldn't bother with the last half. Everyone in the group had cared for him deeply, and even Sebastian seemed to find certain things about him that he couldn't help but love.

And she had loved. She had found herself hopelessly in love with this boy, and in the end she was sure it was why they all died. Perhaps, had she not loved him, she wouldn't have gone to that room, and the other six would've lived on, oblivious to what had almost happened. Except she had, and now she was to bear the consequences. For the next 5 months and 29 days, she would live a false life thinking only of death.

Perhaps because, had she not visited the house which was later converted to Ouran Academy, the hitman would've killed only her.

A/N: I know, I'm actually updating. With full sized chapters too! I'm trying to write as much of this story as possible before I lose the drive. Only three people voted so I've written the story accordingly. Also, I'm looking for a story. Theodore Nott and Hermione Granger are thrown into the past together, they pretend to be siblings for a while and then end up marrying because of some horny god and have nine(!) kids to regain the balance of magic in the world or something.

-Lucas_Gilbert