Summary: Haruhi didn't exactly become the great lawyer she wanted to be and she's lost contact with the host club members. What happens when the twins contact her for the first time in years needing her help? Haruhi/Hikaru or Haruhi/Twins (not sure which yet).

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The next morning Haruhi woke up on her own, no alarm clock needed, and she made her way to the kitchen to make breakfast in her nightgown forgetting she had the twins sleeping on her couch. She was reminded rather painfully when she tripped over Kaoru (who'd been kicked out of the bed by Hikaru) and face planted on the floor. She sat there for a minute, trying to figure out what exactly he was doing in her apartment sleeping on her floor directly in her path to the kitchen. He sat there, having been rudely awakened by being tripped over, obviously trying to figure out the exact same thing. It all came flooding back to them at the same time and Haruhi stood slowly then offered her hand to Kaoru to help him up.

"Breakfast?" she asked. She made a mental note that she was going to need to go grocery shopping if she was going to be feeding three people for a while. While she whipped up a quick breakfast (pancakes) Kaoru used the opportunity to look her over.

She had matured over the last 5 years he hadn't seen her. She'd filled out her womanly curves and, though she was by no means large in certain areas, there was no way she could be mistaken for a man now despite the fact that she had kept her hair cropped short in the boy-cut she'd worn in high school. She'd grown her hair longer in college but had complained non-stop about it, only keeping it long because she was dating Tamaki and he'd wanted her to. Speaking of Tamaki... he looked around the apartment but saw no trace of the man, or any man except her father and (as of last night) Hikaru and himself.

He glanced back at his brother and smiled. He was still asleep; Hikaru had always been a deeper sleeper than he and thus had always slept later.

"Let him sleep," came a quiet voice from the kitchen before he could even make a move to wake his brother up. "You guys look like you really need it, I didn't intend on waking you up either but I wasn't expecting you to be in the middle of the floor." Haruhi left out that she had forgotten they were there and so she hadn't actually expected him to be in the apartment at all.

"Yeah... Hikaru's always had trouble sharing a smaller bed. Remember at Misuzu's Pension? He'd always kick me out of the bed there too."

Haruhi laughed at that, "And then you used it as an excuse to make him go on a date with me. You know, he could always tell when you were lying, I'm amazed he never picked up on the fact that you weren't actually sick."

Kaoru laughed as well, "I think it was more of he either didn't want to realize it or didn't want to call me on it even if he did."

"Those were the days, ne?" She asked, she was still smiling but her eyes had taken on a deep sadness. "You guys used to annoy me so much then, but now... I'd give anything to go back and take full advantage of it. I miss how close everyone was..." Kaoru watched her and realized she seemed to have forgotten he was even there and had gotten lost in her memories.

"You tried that remember? 'Active Haruhi'? You decided it was too exhausting," he teased.

Her eyes focused on him and she plastered the smile back on her face but he could still see the hints of sadness in her eyes. "Of course." She put a plate of pancakes and an almost new bottle of maple syrup in front of him. He took the bottle tentatively, he remembered from high school that (unlike at his home) she did not have unlimited quantities of things. "Knock yourself out. I bought it for my dad when he visited last. I have another bottle Hikaru can use. I know how much you love the stuff."

He smiled gratefully as he dumped half the bottle on his pancakes. It wasn't long before the smell brought Hikaru wandering to the kitchen and Haruhi set a plate and bottle in front of him as well.

"I have to go to work today so you guys are going to be on your own. In the mean time, you need to get all pertinent information faxed or mailed to this address," as she spoke she grabbed a pen and paper and wrote an address down. "I need to go get ready for work but go ahead and make yourselves at home. There's food in the fridge, movies on the shelf above the tv, try not to destroy the place."

She stood up and took her shower. After she got out she called down the hall to let them know they could take one if they wanted then went to her room to get dressed. Kaoru was still in the shower when she went to the kitchen to grab one more cup of coffee for the road.

"So you dress like a woman now?" Haruhi froze and looked down at what she was wearing. She never really paid much attention, her closet was organized so she could just randomly grab things and they would match. "Well, go on. Do a 360," he commanded and she could already feel him eyeing her critically. Just because Hikaru had been studying to take over his father's software company doesn't mean that a lifetime of fashionable upbringing was forgotten.

Haruhi knew better than to think she was getting out of the house without doing as he said so she spun around slowly letting him see what she was wearing. When he didn't say anything for several moments she turned around to see shock on his face. "Well?" she questioned.

"That's one of Kaoru's," he told her. Haruhi just smiled softly.

"I know."

"I thought you didn't wear brand names, they're too expensive," she almost laughed at the accusatory tone he used.

"This was the first one I bought. Someone mixed it in with the sale rack, when I went to pay I found out it wasn't actually on sale but I liked it too much not to get it. It wasn't until I wore it and the women at work commented that I knew it was his. What do you think? Do I do his designing skills justice?"

Hikaru eyed her critically again, what she didn't realize was he wasn't evaluating whether she did justice to the clothes, but whether the clothes did justice to her. "They look good on you."

He chose not to mention that Kaoru had actually designed that outfit specifically for her. From the design to the proportions, even the materials used. The jacket was designed to make her chest look larger, to make it obvious she was female but without making her look slutty. He'd used fabric with very subtle vertical stripes to make her appear taller. And the outfit had been priced rather cheaply for a Hitachiin piece so that she wouldn't mind wearing or buying it. Kaoru would be pleased to know that she had not only found it on her own and liked it, but also (by the looks of it) wore it often.

He frowned when he looked at her feet however. While her jacket and pen skirt were beige, her shoes were white. Hikaru stood and walked to the room she had come out of (assuming that it was hers). Once glace at her shoe rack and he was easily able to pick out a pair that matched much better.

Kaoru came out of the bathroom just as he walked past and gave him an amused look when he saw him carrying a pair of beige flats. It only took the younger twin one glance to recognize his own work on Haruhi. She didn't notice the look he was giving her and changed her shoes (while giving Hikaru an "Are you satisfied?" look) then bid them goodbye.

They sat around looking at each other for several minutes but it didn't take them long to get bored.

"Well she did say-"

"-That we could make ourselves at home..."

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Ok, so that's it for chapter 2. Let me know what you think please! Here's a preview of chapter 3:

Kaoru smirked. "It's a good thing Haruhi taught us how to make commoner's raman in high school," he commented as they made their way to the kitchen. It wasn't hard to find two packets of the instant raman, nor was it difficult to find two bowls to make it in or two forks to eat it with. Where the twins ran into trouble was the hot water.

At home whenever they needed hot water to make their commoner's raman it was just there, the same with the Host Club. They had never needed to learn where to get hot water from so they never did. It didn't take them long to come up with the idea that the stove can heat things so they could use that to boil water.

This could not end well.