Author's Note: Okay, so I know i said a long time ago that I'd update soon. It's been a really tough time, trying to rework my writing style and figuring out a way to write this the way I wanted it. This is only a preview of the reworked chapter one, so enjoy.
Hina's big blue eyes shone with unshed tears.
"Mama… Do I have to go?" she whined, the tears threatening to spill over. "I don't wanna go anymore…."
Haruhi looked down blankly at her youngest child. "Of course you have to go, Hina-chan. You were so excited about this yesterday. Now come on, we've got to go or we'll be late."
And if you keep acting like this, I may just give in, she added silently as she grabbed Hina's upper arm. If there was anything she had learned in the18 years since her freshman year in high school, it was that she couldn't resist crying children. At the Host Club, there hadn't been many children. The only ones she saw on a regular basis were Kirimi Nekozawa and Shiro Takaoji, and even then she had had a hard time resisting their charm. As they had grown older, each had taken part in the club during their high school years (Shiro as the "king" of his time, and Kirimi taking Renge's place as manager), and she was still unable to resist their adorable charm.
Haruhi pulled Hina along to the car, taking care to stop and pick up her backpack, which was waiting with a servant by the door.