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"Really?"

It was a surprise to find out Haruhi was a 'commoner' (she really was starting to hate that word) like she was and that she had managed to get into Ouran on a prestigious scholarship.

"Yes," Haruhi nodded as they made their way to the nearest bus stop with their respective grocery bags in hand, "I'm a not a rich bastard. I had to work hard to get in to the academy."

Kagome blinked at 'rich bastard', attempting to muffle her snicker behind her hand, "You must be very smart." She said, nibbling on some pocky as she looked away as she wished this conversation would just end.

All she wanted was to get though Ouran with good grades and she had no intentions of making friends, but why did it seem like the opposite was happening?

No.

She didn't want–

"I have a goal and Ouran is going to help me get there," Haruhi answered, used to compliments on her intelligence, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean any offence with rich bastard."

"Oh, I'm not rich either and not smart enough to get a scholarship," Kagome shrugged, knowing if she even applied without her Sengoku adventures, her math grades would not make the cut, "Honestly, I'm at a loss as to why I'm going to Ouran."

It was strange the benefactor chose to remain anonymous, but she was not going to complain.

'Maybe a well-off patron of the shrine?' Kagome thought before shrugging again, 'If they ever reveal themselves, I have to thank them.'

"Huh," Haruhi blinked, not sure what to make of Kagome's comment, but she had already overstepped her boundaries with that question about the uniform, "Right."

There was then a slightly awkward silence.

"Is this your bus stop?" Kagome asked as they reached their destination, not looking in Haruhi's direction as she awaited the answer.

"It's not yours?" Haruhi asked, knowing this was the closest bus stop to Ouran as she assumed Kagome would not have a car to pick her up.

"Nope," Kagome lied, not wanting to continue the conversation if her resolve was just going to shatter, "I can wait with you until it comes if you need me too."

"Of course not," Haruhi smiled a bit, seeing through Kagome's lie, but she would not comment on it, "I've already taken enough of your time. Remember what I said earlier."

Kagome bit her lip, nodding a bit stiffly, knowing she was going to have to wait for the next bus, 'It will be fifteen minutes before it comes,' She waved to Haruhi as the bus stopped and the girl stepped on, 'Maybe I should just go back?' It was not like she needed to be home as her mother did not have a specific curfew for them both.

She could always go watch a certain someone anyway.

~00~

She was back.

However, it was not the high school section of Ouran, but the elementary section instead.

It had been strange enough the anonymous benefactor had paid for her own tuition, but they had also paid for Souta's tuition as well. Of course, at first, he was wary of attending a school for the rich and tried to keep to his own business like her, but once he had joined the Soccer Club and his skills were displayed, a few of his fellow club members attempted to befriend him, despite the fact he was a 'commoner'.

'He should be practising with his club now,' Kagome thought, making her way to the field she knew he would be at, 'I guess we can just go home together today. I'll try not to be seen with him though.' She sighed, not liking the idea too much as they usually did not for a reason.

She did not want to Souta's few friends to know he had a sister who dressed in drag.

Kagome looked up, blinking and then furrowing her brows when she noticed a familiar face standing on the side of the field where Souta was currently practising; the black-haired male with glasses whose name she did not even know.

Annoyance quickly surged up in her.

"What are you doing here?" Kagome demanded as soon as she stepped up to the male's side and he stopped writing in his notebook to look up at her and gave her a smile that sent chills down her spine while he finally spoke up.

"Higurashi-san, what a surprise."