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Haruhi spent the next two days in the hospital for observation before she was finally discharged. The doctor had explained to her that amnesia is often a temporary disorder, and that her memory should come back. However, how long it would take to come back was impossible to know; it could take days, weeks, months, possibly years. The important thing was to take each day one at a time, and try whatever she could to help regain her memory.
"Why can't I go home with you?" Haruhi pleaded with her father once again.
Ryoji hated seeing his daughter like this, she was so scared, so confused, like she was a lost little kid. Though, technically, that's what Haruhi was at that moment. It was ironic, most fathers would be overjoyed at the idea of their fully grown daughters becoming kids again, but at that moment all Fujiko wanted was for his daughter to be an adult, if only to make her feel normal again.
"The doctors explained it, Haruhi," Ryoji sighed as he walked over to his daughter, "in order for you to regain your memory as quickly as possible, it's a good idea to surround yourself in the environment you were in before the accident."
"You're seriously all right with me going home with a strange boy I hardly know?"
For the first time in days the older man laughed, "I've known this boy for ten years, you should at least remember well enough to know I would never leave you with someone I didn't trust."
"Well, I don't." Haruhi continued to pout as she stared out the hospital window into the courtyard down below. Despite her reluctant attitude it wasn't hard to blame her, after all, to her at the moment, Tamaki Suoh was practically a stranger, and Haruhi couldn't remember the fond memories she had with the idiotic prince.
"Haruhi?" Tamaki entered the room, slowly and carefully this time, "the car is here, are you ready to go?"
"We have a car!?"
After signing the release forms and talking a little more with the doctor, Haruhi was wheeled out of the hospital and led to a shiny black car parked out front that looked like it cost more than her entire Ouran tuition(if she hadn't gotten a scholarship.) When the door was open she slowly began to sat up from her wheelchair,
"Let me help you!" Tamaki offered his hand which was immediately pushed away,
"It's okay, I got it." Haruhi said not looking Tamaki in the eye, she took one final glance at her father before she slid into the seat and shut the door beside her.
Ryoji stood with Tamaki for a moment who already looked a little defeated, "Are you going to be all right?"
Tamaki snapped out of it at the sound of his father-in-law's concern, "Well, the doctor said it was only temporary right? In that case I'm going to do everything I can to make Haruhi remember everything!" Tamaki then walked over to the other side of the car, "Don't you worry, Ranka, I'll have Haruhi's memory back in no time!"
As the car pulled away from the hospital and drove away, Ryoji couldn't help but feel the typical fatherly pain of worry in his stomach,
"It's not her memory I'm worried about."
The car ride itself was more awkward than when they were in the hospital room. Tamaki and Haruhi were both in the backseat(with a driver up front)sitting next to each other with only the middle seat to separate them. They didn't look at each other, and you could probably hear a pin hit the floor with how quiet it was.
Surprisingly, it was Haruhi who broke the silence, "So…my father mentioned my work, did I…?"
Tamaki turned his head in response, then smiled again, "Become a lawyer? Yes you did, and a fine one at that. You were an incredible student in high school and college, earning top marks in all your classes. After you graduated and passed the bar exam, you were immediately hired to one of the best law firms in Tokyo."
That gave Haruhi a little peace of mind, she at least achieved her goal, even if she didn't remember doing it.
"Tamaki-senpai-" Haruhi began to speak but stopped when she noticed the blonde next to her chuckling, "What's so funny?"
"Oh, sorry, it's just kind of strange to hear you call me your senpai, " Tamaki stopped laughing, "really I should have been more suspicious that something was off when you first said it in the hospital. You haven't called me that in years."
Haruhi simply turned her head and looked back out the window. She watched the city pass by, some parts she recognized, others clearly have changed over the years. This was impossible. The last thing she remembered about Tamaki was him screaming over her hiding her gender(again), how could she possibly have fallen in love with this idiot, let alone marry him?
But then again, it had been ten years. People change a lot over time, and perhaps his rash and oblivious personality had toned down. Or maybe it was her that changed? Did she eventually find his stupidity charming?
"We're here." Tamaki announced after some time. When Haruhi looked up she gasped at the large estate of the Suoh manor in front of her. It was larger than her whole apartment complex! Ten times larger in fact!
"We-we live here!?"
"Home sweet home," Tamaki announced as he opened the door for Haruhi, "Don't worry, you'll feel right at home as soon as you get inside-"
"Welcome back madam!" a crowd of people greeted the two as the front door burst open. Maids, butlers, cooks, tailors, every worker in the entire Suoh mansion had been waiting for the return of their residents.
"Madam! it's so wonderful to see you again. " One of the maids curtsied at Haruhi as she and Tamaki walked up the line, nobody had ever curtsied to her before.
"We hope you have a speedy recovery madam." Another butler said with a bow, nobody had ever bowed to her in such a formal manner before.
"Do all these people work here?" Haruhi quietly asked Tamaki in the ear.
"Well of course, oh Shima!"
"Ah Master Tamaki, Madam, so good to see you home. "A small older woman in a kimono walked up to the couple, "I assure you matters have been taken care of while you were gone."
"Thank you Shima, I don't know what we would do without you."
The woman turned to Haruhi, "Is there anything you need, madam?"
"Um-I.." Haruhi stammered, it was hard enough having everyone call her madam, but she had no idea to to act in this situation.
"We'll let you know if we need anything, I think I'll just take Haruhi to her room, thank you Shima." Tamaki picked up Haruhi's luggage and the two proceeded up the large staircase to the upper rooms.
"Who is she?" Haruhi asked.
"Oh, that's Shima, she's been the head of staff for the Suoh family for many years, ever since I was a boy.
"a boy? Haruhi turned around real quick to take another look, how old was that woman?
Finally Tamaki stopped in front of a large entrance, he gave a small turn to the knobs and opened the double doors to reveal a large open bedroom. The room had very tall white walls with gold accents and a white plush carpet. The canopy bed in front of the giant window took up most of the space, and it was adorned with contrasting red sheets and a comforter. To the side was a large armoire and dresser, and a door to the other side leading to a bathroom, most likely just as grand.
"This is the bedroom if you hadn't guessed." Tamaki walked in and set the luggage down by the dresser.
"It's a so big." Haruhi looked around in amazement.
"Coincidentally that's what you said when you first moved in." Tamaki said,"But I don't think that's necessarily a memory coming back."
Haruhi felt like she was in a dream. Was this actually happening to her? Did she really go from living in a small apartment to living in what would be considered a palace?
Haruhi put her hand to her forehead,
"Do you want some ibuprofen? Water?" Tamaki asked. Haruhi looked up at his inquisitively, "You always put her hand to your forehead like that when you're getting a headache."
"I-sure." Haruhi said defeated, "Actually I think I just need to lay down, is that alright?"
"Oh, o-of course Haruhi, go right ahead." Tamaki sounded a little disappointed, "I'll just go find out what we're having to dinner, did you want anything in particular? Our chef can make whatever you want, he's especially skilled in sushi!"
"Sushi…" Haruhi perked up for a moment, "Like…fancy tuna?"
Tamaki looked wide eyes, and this time he managed to compose himself, "Y-yes, of course, the best and fanciest tuna in the city."
When Tamaki finally left Haruhi threw herself on the bed, which was just as soft and luxurious as it looked. She stared at the ceiling, trying to wrap her head around this. Maybe a nap would help her feel less anxious.
"I'm just not sure what to do or what to say!" Tamaki lamented on his cell phone as he sat on the hallway floor, "I want to make her comfortable-I know! But Ky-! You can't possibly-!? Yeah…yeah you're right. Alright fine...make the call"
With a new found determination, Tamaki hung up his phone. It was clear he was going to need help.