The Shrine

A/N: So I am all inspired and whatnot, which means that I am going to be writing this little introspective piece and posting it all for your enjoyment. Two things in one day, that's a record for me. I really hope you guys like it and that if you like it you drop me a review.

Haruhi, age seventeen, opened the wooden doors and knelt before the shrine. Lighting a stick of incense and taking a deep breath.

"Mother, I need to talk to you. It's about Kyouya-sempai; I told you about him right? Well, he asked me out. What do you think? Should I agree?"

She must have been talking louder than she realised, for she was interrupted by her father's voice chiming from his bedroom. "Say yes baby!"

"I'm not talking to you now dad, you already gave your opinion!" Haruhi sighed, rolled her eyes at her mother's photograph with an indulgent smile at her father's antics.

She shut the doors.

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Haruhi, age seventeen, opened the wooden doors and knelt before the shrine. Lighting a stick of incense and taking a deep breath.

"Mother, Kyouya said he loved me last night. He seemed a little bit upset that I wouldn't say it back. I mean, I like him a lot and I really enjoy spending time with him. But I take love seriously. What should I do?"

She sighed and shut the doors.

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Haruhi, age eighteen, opened the wooden doors and knelt before the shrine. Lighting a stick of incense and taking a deep breath.

"Mother, would you believe it, I'm graduating next week. And boy has Kyouya talked me into one hell of a plan. He seems to think that Tamaki-sempai's party after the ceremony will be a good time to reveal that we've been dating.

"I wonder who is going to punch him first."

She chuckled and shut the doors.

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Haruhi, age nineteen, opened the wooden doors and knelt before the shrine. Lighting a stick of incense and taking a deep breath.

"Mother, what the hell am I going to do?" She paused, trying to decide how she was going to bring up this topic. It was uncomfortable even when just talking to a photograph.

"Kyouya keeps talking about having sex, specifically with me. I always said I wanted to wait, but when we're together, somehow I can't quite hold onto that idea, and he says that there are levels in between and that he would be happy with that and…"

She broke off her ramble suddenly, remembering who she was talking to."

"What would you do, mother?"

She sighed and shut the doors.

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Haruhi, age nineteen, opened the wooden doors and knelt before the shrine. Lighting a stick of incense and taking a deep breath.

"Mother, how do you like your new home?" She adjusted the frame slightly so that it was more in the centre. "I was kind of surprised that dad was okay with me moving in with Kyouya. It was almost like he was expecting it to happen before I brought it up. I got all worked up over nothing."

She chuckled and shut the doors.

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Haruhi, age twenty, opened the wooden doors and knelt down. She picked up a rectangular object wrapped in bubble-wrap. Freeing it she set the photograph on the shelf.

"Mother, how could I let this happen? I should have known that this was too good to last?" She rubbed her eyes, they simply refused to stay dry.

"She's an heiress, so I hear. The heiress to the Miyamoto Zaibatsu, it's a smart match I'm sure." Her face scrunched up and she took several huffing breaths to calm down. It didn't work, not really.

"Mother, I don't know what to do, I don't know how to…" She broke off.

"What am I going to do?" She wiped her eyes and cheeks with an already wrinkled tissue.

She shut the doors.

A/N: I know this was kind of repetitive, and normally I hate that sort of thing, but I decided to play with it here to set up a sort of motif. How do you think I did? I have another songfic in mind, in addition to this, but that will take me longer to write and post. In the mean time I hope that you liked this thing.