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Living together?
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"Haruhi! Daughterrr! Come and sit here with me" Tamaki called out across the cafeteria.
Haruhi almost died of humiliation. Why does he still think he's my father? She glanced back at his table. Good, Kyouya isn't there.
As she made her way towards Tamaki's table, she noticed a black shoulder bag sitting on one of the seats.
"Is that Kyouya's ?"
Tamaki waved at it. "No no, it's mine. Kyouya doesn't sit with me during lunch."
Haruhi slid her tray onto the table. "Tamaki? Doesn't Kyouya's behaviour now affect you? Or is he still nice to you?" She asked before she took a bite out of her sandwich.
"I don't know. He is still pretty much the same but I just find him a lot more distant than before, I guess" Tamaki replied cheerfully.
Haruhi chewed on her sandwich slowly as she digested this piece of information.
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My sons, as you know, I will be retiring soon. I will select one of you to become the Otori heir. The Otori heir will take on a big responsibility managing the hospital and business associates. Most important of all, the heir has to keep the 'Otori' name high in society's ladder. I hope all of you will not fail to impress me within these few years.
A battle has silently begun.
He opened his eyes. He had been dreaming about that, again. He quickly put on a shirt and went down for breakfast. He had moved out of the Otori mansion when he started university and now shared a house with Tamaki. His friend had insisted on experiencing how commoners share apartments when they just go into university. However, unlike most commoners, their house has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, an extravagant living area and maids that do the housework for them.
"Good morning Tamaki" Kyouya greeted his friend.
"Morning!" Tamaki replied cheerfully.
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Shit, I'm late. Haruhi was running at full speed. It was only her third day at Tokyo U and she was already late. Running at such a speed, Haruhi barely noticed the tall figure that was a few metres infront of her. As the figure glanced back, it was already too late and she crashed into him. She kept her head down. "Sorry, sorry!" She collected her scattered papers and ran towards the classroom door.
"Ms Fujioka, it would be greatly appreciated if you came to class a little earlier. It would also be appreciated if you would grace us with the presence of your bag." The teacher said calmly as she looked at her over her glasses.
Bag? I . . had it. "S-sorry teacher, I think I left it somewhere, I'll go get it."
"No, you've already missed the first 10 minutes of my lesson, just borrow some paper off someone and write notes on that. You may get your bag after my lesson."
"Yes teacher."
At her desk, Haruhi started to fidget. She was so worried about being late to class that she didn't even take a good look at the stranger that she had crashed into.
All of a sudden, the class went quiet. Haruhi lifted her head to see what had happened. Standing at the doorway was Kyouya . . with her bag. She got up and walked hurridly to the door.
"Watch where you're running" He said in a low voice.
"Thanks" Haruhi muttered before returning to her seat.
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"Father?" She said weakly. "What happened?"
Next to her, Tamaki was looking worried. He had offered to drive her home, or to what was her home.
Her father had his buried in his hands. "Sorry, Haruhi. I should've been more organized. I failed to pay the last two months of rent and . . simply put, the land lady kicked us out."
In her head, Haruhi was furious at her father. How could he possibly forget such important payments. However, looking at the state her father was in, she couldn't be angry at him.
"So, what now?" She asked.
"Well, my friend Mizuki, he offered room in his apartment but there's only enough room for one person. You can live there, I'll find something." Replied her father.
Tamaki interrupted. "We have a spare room, Haruhi can live with us temporarily until you sort everything out."
"That sounds fine, Tamaki" Haruhi said gratefully however, Ranka was not about to agree. "Leave her in a house alone with you?!" He spluttered.
"Father" Haruhi warned. "It's fine, you go stay with Mizuki, I'll be fine with Tamaki."
After half an hour of persuasion, Ranka finally gave up.
As Tamaki's chauffeur pulled into the drive way, Haruhi noticed something "Hey, this isn't your mansion"
"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, I moved out and now I share a house like a normal person." He grinned.
A normal person does not share a house that looks close to a mansion. Haruhi stated in her thoughts.
"Who are you sharing with?" She asked.
She stopped in her tracks when she saw her answer standing on the front porch. Kyouya, oh hell.
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A/N: Finally, the introduction is pretty much out of the way now. In comes the main plot. xD Hope you enjoyed this chapter. From this chapter onwards, future chapters would be a bit slow coming out. I generally update the second chapter early because I wanted to show people where the story is going.