Chapter 10- "Why do you have so many?"

Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.

A few days had gone by since the unusual first meeting with most of the Hosts new-found friend Natsumi. It was Saturday morning, around 11 am, and Haruhi was sitting at her desk, studying Japanese History.

A soundly sleeping Ranka lay in his bed, tired from working till the early hours of the morning. His door was firmly shut, and the sounds of his loud snoring reverberated around his room, and leaked into the hall.

Haruhi dropped her pen on the desk and leant back in her chair, stretching her arms above her head. She stood up, the chair scraping the floor as it slid back and headed to her open window to breathe in some fresh air.

The air was cold and she shivered slightly as she stood next to the window, leaning her forearms against the chipped pane as the chilly air nipping at her bare hands. She sighed and pulled the window down, closing it. Haruhi always hated the last few weeks of February. As it was still winter and near the start of spring, the weather was unpredictable.

Haruhi pulled out her phone from her jacket pocket and began scrolling through her messages. The past days were exceptionally quiet on her phone, and she was sure Kyoya had forced Tamaki not to text her as much. In Haruhi's opinion it was cruel, but it had to be done.

Her phone rang and a name flashed across her screen. She pressed answer and held it to her ear.

"Morning, Haruhi!"

"Morning, Natsumi." Haruhi said quietly, walking back to her desk.

"Are you doing anything today?"

Haruhi shook her head, even if Natsumi couldn't see. "Nothing really. I just finished studying and now I have to go shopping."

"Shopping? What kind?"

"Food. Nothing exciting."

"Would it be alright if I tagged along? You know, I've never been inside a supermarket before."

"You sound a lot Tamaki…"

"I do?" Natsumi mocked shock, and then laughed, "But can I? Pretttttty please?"

"Of course! But it's nothing exciting, just so you know."

"I don't mind," Natsumi chimed, "besides, it'll be fun! So where shall I meet you?"

"You can come round to my apartment, if you wish. We can have some coffee and cake."

"I'll be around soon. I live fairly close, so see you soon, Haruhi."

"Okay then. See you." Haruhi smiled. The phone beeped and Natsumi hung up.

Ranka leaned against the door frame, his arms folded and his light robe tight against him. Haruhi had her back turned and didn't notice him. Bag lays under his soft ice-blue eyes. His long red hair was half tied up, and the other half fell down at his face.

"Who was that, sweetie?"

Haruhi jumped and turned around. "You scared me Dad! I thought you were still sleeping."

"I was until I was rudely interrupted from my beauty sleep." Ranka glared before laughing, his eyes and face lightening up.

"It sounds that you were having fun. Who was it?" Ranka asked, shifting his weight to his other foot. His gaze darted from Haruhi to her desk, and he knew that she had been studying.

"A friend from school. She's coming over after we go shopping. Her name's Natsumi-"

Ranka exaggerated shock as he put a hand to his head and his eyes were wide open. He cut off whatever Haruhi was saying. "You're telling me, that my little Haruhi is bringing a friend around. And that friend is a girl?" Ranka gasped, and placed a hand on his left cheek.

"I've brought friends over before, Dad…"

"The hosts don't count!"

"I mean, I've brought Mei over. Do you remember Mei? Mei Yasamura?"

Ranka nodded. "What are you going to wear, sweetie?"

Haruhi gave her dad a blank look. "Nothing fancy. It's cold, so I thought I'd wear this." Haruhi gestured to her black zip-up jacket, her purple t-shirt, her jeans and her boots.

"Are you sure, sweetie?" Ranka asked, walking towards Haruhi and fixing her jacket. He brushed off some imaginary specs of dust from her shoulders and zipped her jacket up slightly.

Haruhi nodded. "It's cold, and I don't have to wear anything fancy. She's not a customer. She's a close friend of Tamaki and Kyoya."

"This Natsumi girl, is close friends with that blonde baka?" Ranka narrowed his eyes.

Haruhi nodded again. "But there nothing alike, so you don't have to worry about anything."

Ranka's face lit up. "Well, I think it'll be fine, seeing as she's a friend of Kyoya as well. When is she coming over?"

"Soon." Haruhi walked to her door and stepped around her father. "You can go back to sleep. You can meet her after we're done, okay?"

Ranka pouted, and hugged Haruhi tightly before twirling her. His hold loosened and he let go. With a quick kiss on his daughter's cheek, he sauntered down the hall and into his own room, shutting the door after him.

Haruhi ambled into the living room and headed to her mother's shrine. A picture of Kotoko lay in front of it all, with two candles beside her. Haruhi squatted down and held her arms. The earliest thing that Haruhi could remember about her mom, was Kotoko telling her that people change and memories don't.

Haruhi stared at her mother's picture. Was her mother wrong? After all, the accident affected Haruhi's brain and she'd lost memories.

Haruhi fixed herself, so she was on her knees. She bowed her head, and began to pray to her mother. After Haruhi had finished, she got up and started tidying the living room and kitchen. After Haruhi had finished cleaning, she heard the front door knock and she made her way over to it, opening the rusty door ever so slowly.

There stood Natsumi, with her long, light brown hair tied up in a ponytail with the famous strip of green cloth she always wore. The reddish glint in her hair was dull, as there was no sun to make it shine. Natsumi's big, clouded-over spectacles took up half her face and her bangs were slightly pushed back because of the glasses. Natsumi wore a black shirt with a blue zip up jacket, green trousers and dark brown boots. A big grin split on Natsumi's face when she saw Haruhi.

"Haruhi!" Natsumi chimed, practically throwing herself into the other girl's arms for a hug.

Haruhi laughed and took steps back, still with her friend's arms dangling around her neck, and lead her into the living room. Natsumi took a seat and folded her hands on her lap.

"Welcome to the Fujioka residence."

"It's very nice. I like it. It's cosy!"

Haruhi smiled, looking down at her friend. For a split second, the cloudiness in Natsumi's glasses were gone and there was a sparkle in her eyes, much like Mitsukini's when he's about to eat cake. "Care for something to drink and some cake?"

Natsumi nodded her head, a big grin plastered on her face. "Can I have coffee, please?"

Haruhi hummed, and made her way over to the kitchen to make coffee. As she was pouring water into the kettle, Natsumi asked, "What type of cake do you have, Haruhi?"

"Let's see… There's strawberry, lemon, chocolate, carrot and cheesecake."

Natsumi was astonished. "Why do you have so many?" she questioned with her eyes wide… although Haruhi couldn't really see it behind her glasses.

"One word. Mitsukini. Every time he's over, we end up eating a lot of cake. And Takashi usually accompanies him too."

"And how does this make you feel?" Natsumi asked with a dip of her head. She placed her hands together and turned towards Haruhi.

"I like it. I like spending time with them. Takashi and Mitsukini are close and dear friends of mine." Haruhi confessed, "Like a second family in a way." She put the kettle on and emptied a teaspoon of coffee into each mug. "Natsumi, do you want milk and sugar?"

"Little bit of milk and no sugar, please." Natsumi chirped, her high ponytail bobbing up and down. Haruhi nodded. "What cake do you want?"

"Strawberry, please. It's my favourite."

"How strange. So is Mitsukini's." To which Natsumi's reply was a small smile and a loud hum.

Natsumi folded her legs and placed her hands on her knees. She glanced around the cosy little room. She noticed a shrine in the corner of the room and instinctively got up to investigate. As the girl got closer, she noticed that the picture placed in the middle of two candles looked like an older version of Haruhi but with longer hair. Natsumi kneeled down in front of the shrine and took off her glasses, placing them in her hands on her lap.

"If you don't mind me asking this, but when did you lose your mother?" Sadness laced Natsumi's quiet and gentle voice. She spoke loud enough so Haruhi could hear.

Haruhi walked over to the table and placed the mugs down. "When I was around five, she became critically ill and died." Haruhi turned slowly; her eyes glued to the floor and headed back to get the cake.

"It must be sad losing you mother at such a young age…"

"It was." Haruhi's voice cracked slightly, but she still continued, "I was angry at her when she left, because I didn't have a mother at that age." Haruhi took a deep breath, "Sometimes, when I'm at my lowest point, I feel that I am. But with all my heart, I love my mother and even though she's not here today, her spirit is. Constantly watching, guiding and loving…"

Natsumi cast her eyes down, before praying to Kotoko. Once she finished, she popped her glasses back on and headed to the table were Haruhi was already sitting, staring at her coffee.

"I know how you feel." Natsumi took a shaky breath. "My mother along with two of my brothers died seven years ago, when I was nine."

Haruhi looked up and took hold of her friend's hand, sadness etched into her features. Haruhi was grief-stricken and in so much pain when her mother died, and it must have been completely terrible for Natsumi. "Natsumi, I'm so sorry… I never knew."

"No-one really does. Only you, Kyoya and Tamaki."

Haruhi blinked slowly, and gently squeezed her friend's hand. Natsumi took a deep breath. "If you… wanted to know… They died in a limousine crash, on the way to visit a friend. So, it's only my dad, my younger brother and I."

The two girls sat in silence. It wasn't awkward or uncomfortable, it was an understanding silence. Haruhi took a sip of her coffee, and Natsumi nibbled at her slice of cake.

"Tamaki was the first to know, and the first to comfort me. He came to Japan around three years before the accident, and he was fairly close to my mother." Natsumi said quietly, tucking her bangs behind her ear.

"That must have been hard on him too."

"It was. I remember two years ago, on the anniversary of their death, I felt like I was just a burden to my family and that it would be better if I ended my life. It was Tamaki who cheered me up and get telling me, 'Natsumi, you're not a burden at all. Don't you dare think about ending your life because you're loved, wanted and special!" " Natsumi paused and let out a little breathy chuckle. "He… he burst into my room that night, wearing a clown costume."

"A clown costume?" Haruhi replayed countless scenarios of Tamaki throwing pie into Natsumi's face, squirting water and making balloon animals.

Natsumi nodded. "He had a rainbow wig on, bright red nose and even those big shoes." Natsumi chuckled some more. "He talked to me all night, trying to make me laugh and smile. And in the end, it worked…" Natsumi blushed, remembering that night as she placed her fingers on her cheek.

Haruhi nudged her friend in the ribs, a small smile on her lips. Natsumi turned bright red like a tomato and started flailing her arms about, screeching "It's not like that!"

Once Natsumi had settled down, Haruhi picked up her mug and drank from it, drinking in the sight of her friend's slightly red face. She placed her mug down as Natsumi took a forkful of cake.

"You like him, right?" Haruhi asked bluntly, placing her hands together and pointing at Natsumi with her hands in a shape of a gun.

Natsumi did a spit take onto the plate below, or in other words, did a mouthful-of-cake take. The crumbs landed all over the plate and Natsumi's blushed furiously.

Natsumi sighed, folding her arms. She was silent for a few seconds, and then murmured, "If I tell you, you can't tell a living soul." After hesitating for a while the girl confessed, "I…do…"

Haruhi beamed at her friend. "I'll support you in every way." Haruhi fist-bumped the air.

"B-but… He only sees me as a friend… Besides, I think he likes you." Natsumi twiddled her thumbs and her glasses slid down her nose.

"No he doesn't." Haruhi paused, "I think he doesn't."

"But how do you know?" Natsumi sighed, pushing up her glasses. She stopped, and downed the rest of her coffee before finishing off the last few forkfuls of cake. "He calls you his 'precious daughter', and all that."

"I personally believe and hope that he calls me his daughter because of the notion that the host club is a big, happy family. Tamaki is the 'Daddy', Kyoya the 'Mommy', the twins 'the twin brothers of mine', Mitsukini the 'neighbour and uncle', Takashi the 'neighbour and uncle' and me being the 'precious daughter' because I'm the only female."

Natsumi hummed, as Haruhi continued, "I assure you that he doesn't like me, and I will do everything in my power that you and he end up together."

Natsumi blushed furiously, and hid her face behind her hands along with the help of her glasses. "One more thing," Haruhi began, "why do you wear those big spectacles? You could wear contacts."

Natsumi peeked out from behind her fingers. She sighed before removing her glasses and placing them on the table. Natsumi's eyes were down cast as she solely fixed her gaze on the plate in front of her.

"Because, because… I have hetereochromia" Natsumi blurted out, once again hiding her eyes.

Haruhi tilted her head, perplexed. "When people have two different colours of eyes?"

"I'm ashamed of it… No-one else in my family has it…"

"Don't be ashamed, Natsumi." Haruhi paused. "I thought your eyes were a deep, dark green when I first met you."

Natsumi took her hands away from her face, her eyes closed. She cracked open her left eye. "This one is dark green." She cracked open her right eye, so she was staring at Haruhi. "This one here is dark gray."

Haruhi looked at her eyes. Haruhi had to admit, even with her different coloured eyes, Natsumi was extremely pretty and she couldn't really tell the difference unless she was up close. "I think it's very unique." Haruhi assured her friend.

Placing her glasses on, she sighed, "Tamaki and Kyoya tell me that too, but…" She folded her arms on the table and placed her head on them, burying her face. "I'm still ashamed." she groaned.

"There's no need to be ashamed. It's unique, and it kind of suits you."

"How so?"

"For starters you have this side of you - the nice, easy-going, friendly side and you also have another side- the fiery, feisty, dangerous one. I'm sure Hikaru can agree with me on the last part."

"I guess you're right…" Natsumi chuckled

Haruhi smiled and cleared away the plates and mugs. She grabbed the money sitting on the counter and pocketed it, along with the item list. As she was near the door, Haruhi rotated her head and asked "Are you ready?"

Natsumi nodded enthusiastically, and bounded towards the door, placing her hands in her pockets. They both stepped outside, the cold air and slight wind nipping at their skin. They both snuggled down into the neck of their jackets as Haruhi shut the door and locked it.

Around twenty minutes later or so, the two girls found themselves at the door of the big supermarket 'Isiton', and made their ways indoors. Natsumi grabbed a basket, and was bouncing on her toes. A big grin was plastered on her face, as she looked around the store with Haruhi on her heels.

Around half an hour later, the two girls came out of the store with Haruhi carrying two bags and Natsumi carrying one. They were making their way home, laughing and chatting as they walked down the streets. They rounded a corner, and BAM! Haruhi landed on her bottom, fortunately nothing had falling out of the bags nothing spilt, and so did the person she walked into.

Natsumi stood there with wide eyes as Haruhi picked herself up and dusted herself off. Haruhi's brown eyes followed Natsumi's line of sight, and her gaze landed directly on non-other than… Mitsukini?

"Mitsukini?" Haruhi asked, setting one bag down and offering a hand to the fallen teen who was sitting on his butt, sniffling. He grabbed hold and Haruhi pulled him up as Natsumi took hold of the bag on the ground.

"Are you alright? What are you doing here? Where's Takashi?" Haruhi bombarded him with questions, worry evident in her features.

"Haru-chan, I'm fine!" the little Host beamed up, "Takashi and I were having a little walk. He's in the park near us, probably playing with people's dogs." On noticing Natsumi, Mitsukini turned to the girl and bowed slightly. "Hello there, Nakayama-san."

"Good morning, Honey-senpai." Natsumi smiled, bowing slightly but not too much otherwise there would be groceries splattered on the ground.

"Do you mind if I call you Natsu-chan, Natsumi?" Mitsukini took a bag off of Natsumi.

"I would love that," Natsumi smiled, "and thank you."

"Hey, Mitsukini? Do you want to come back to my apartment for some cake? We'll bring Takashi once we find him."

Mitsukini's eyes lit up and sparkled brightly at the sound of one of his favourites words, 'cake'. He nodded his head furiously, and skipped down the footpath saying "C'mon Haru-chan, Natsu-chan! Takashi is down this way!" After a couple of minutes, the trio stopped in front of a small grassy park.

Near the entrance, sitting on a grassy bank, was Takashi playing with a couple of dogs - a massive Doberman, and a little pug. Even though his face was expressionless, his gray eyes were filled with happiness. He was petting them, scratching under the chins and playing fetch with them.

"I'll go get him. You two wait here!"

Mitsukini ran up to his younger cousin and started talking. At some point Takashi turned his head in the direction of the two waiting girls and nodded as Mitsukini made his way back, while Takashi was giving the dogs a 'goodbye' stroke. Once they arrived, the four of them began walking in the direction of Haruhi's apartment.

Around fifteen minutes later, they found themselves at the door of Haruhi's home. By the time they had reached her home, their cheeks were flushed and their noses red. Haruhi unlocked the door and ushered everyone inside, shutting the door swiftly as her three guests made their way to the small living room. As Mitsukini and Natsumi were walking by the counter, they carefully set the bags down and so did Haruhi.

"Make yourselves at home. I just have to go tell my dad I'm back, and that I brought a few people over." Haruhi walked down the hall, and reached her dad's room. Loud snoring was heard once Haruhi had opened her dad's bedroom door, but stopped abruptly quickly followed by grunts.

"So, Natsu-chan!" The blonde said, and Natsumi turned to face him. "How's your father and Ryuuji-kun doing?"

Natsumi smiled. "They're both doing well. Father is as hard-working as ever and Ryuuji is too. He's been taking lessons to channel his anger. He's a lot better than he was."

"That's good to hear. Hey Natsu-chan? Tell Ryuuji that the next time I see him, we'll spar!"

"I will, sempai. He enjoys sparring with you. He looks up to you." Natsumi turned to Takashi, "And he looks up to you to, Mori-senpai."

"Ah."

Haruhi ambled into the room, followed by her neatly presented father. On seeing the threeguests, he strolled over and started having polite chit-chat. Haruhi walked over to the kitchen, and took started taking out some mugs. She put the kettle on and asked, "Everybody up for coffee?"

Takashi, Mitsukini and Natsumi all nodded, while Ranka cried, "No, sweetie, I'll do that. You go talk to your friends!" Haruhi sighed, making her way to the living room. Natsumi and Mitsukini were sitting on the only sofa and Takashi was standing near the arm. Haruhi caught his gaze and he motioned to the remaining seat. Haruhi tried getting her tall friend to sit down, but he wouldn't budge so Haruhi took his place grudgingly.

Ranka carried three mugs of coffee over and set them on the table. Natsumi and Mitsukini bounced up from their seats and sat around the coffee table. Takashi went over to sit beside his cousin, and as Ranka straightened up to get the rest of the coffee, Haruhi urged him to sit down as she'd get the mugs.

Haruhi went back and forth to carry the mugs and one that was done, she asked, "Does anyone want cake?" Two pairs of eyes sparkled, one head nodded and one shook his head. Haruhi opened a cupboard and got a perfect strawberry cake, placing it smack-dab in the middle as she sat beside Natsumi.

Ranka was closest to the door, with Mitsukini flanking his left and Natsumi his right. Takashi sat beside Mitsukini and Haruhi beside Natsumi. After the first sip of coffee, Ranka broke the silence.

He turned slightly to face Natsumi. "Welcome, Nakayama-san." Ranka dipped his head, and continued, "It's so very nice to meet you. I'm Ryouji, but you can call me Ranka."

Natsumi was taken back slightly at the formalities. She and Haruhi had talked about her friend's father before, and Haruhi stated that Ranka wasn't the one for proper formalities. She smiled in reply, "Hello Ranka. Thank you for having us over-" she gestured to herself and towards the other two, "It's nice to meet you too." She smiled up at her friend's father, noticing his slight stubble, his long red hair and his piercingly ice-blue eyes.

Haruhi displayed a really weird look on her face. "What's with the formalities, dad? It's not like you."

Ranka pouted slightly and huffed, "Eh… You're so mean to me, Haruhi!" He paused and glanced at Natsumi. "Can't I be polite in front of your new friend?"

"But you weren't as polite when you first met the hosts, so I've been told."

"But that's different!" Ranka wailed.

Haruhi looked at her dad in horror. Sighing she said, "I'm sorry you had to see this, Natsumi."

Natsumi started to giggle. "Sorry? You shouldn't be! I don't mind it at all and besides, it's quite funny." Natsumi calmed down but still chuckled. "I wish my father was like this. He's so strict and formal."

"See, Haruhi? Why can't you be like Nakayama-san?" Ranka pouted.

Mitsukini was to busy eating his cake, he didn't notice what was going on. After he finished his fourth slice, he asked Haruhi for some more. "Of course Mitsukini! Eat away." She replied with a smile.

Takashi held his cup in his hands, sipping slowly as he observed silently, not expecting to be spoken too.

"Mori!" Ranka wailed, turning to him, "What do you think? Do you think Haruhi should be more like Nakayama-san?"

Takashi immediately shook his head. "Fine the way she is." His monotone voice stated as he caught Haruhi's eyes, causing her butterflies to flutter in her stomach.

"Hmm…" Ranka smiled, propping his elbows on the table and placing his hands under the chin. He grabbed hold of his mug, and took a loud, slow slurp of the steaming coffee. He heaved himself up, dusting off his clothes. "Sorry but I have to leave you now! I gotta go to work early!" He walked over to Haruhi and bent down, placing a quick kiss on his daughter's head. He sniffled, and cried, "Bye sweetie! Lemme just go get changed, and then I'll be leaving." And with that, Ranka turned on his heel and headed to his room.

Haruhi chuckled nervously. "Sorry… He's like that all the time."

"No need to apologise!" Natsumi grinned, "In fact, I like your dad."

Haruhi nodded and smiled back. She was glad that Natsumi liked her dad, afterall Ranka wasn't the type of father that everyone expected her father to be. Even if Haruhi didn't show it, she loved her dad very much.

"Everyone done?" Haruhi gestured to the mugs on the table. Everyone nodded, even Mitsukini as it look liked he finished the entire cake. Well, that's Mitsukini for you. Haruhi thought to herself, as she picked up two mugs and carried them to the kitchen that semi-shared the living room. Takashi shot up and collected the remanding three mugs and followed Haruhi, quickly placing them in the sink after Haruhi.

"Do you want to help, Takashi?" Haruhi titled her head to the side, staring up at him. Her lips tugged up into a smile as she saw him nod.

"Well, can you please get the plates from the table and bring them here?" Haruhi asked and to which Takashi nodded again.

After he collected all the plates, he placed them into the sink filled with warm, soapy water. Haruhi began washing the cups firsts, and once one of the mugs was squeaky clean, Takashi began drying them with a dishcloth. He placed the cup down, creating a clinking noise, and Haruhi started.

"You don't have to dry them. I'll do that. You can go sit down, if you want."

Takashi shook his head. "Want to."

Haruhi eyes widening in surprise but continued to wash the mugs and plates. Once that was done, and after Takashi had finished drying them, they both put them back where they belonged, in the cupboards. As they were still in the kitchen, they started unpacking the food that Natsumi and Haruhi had previously bought. When that was done, Haruhi turned to the taller teen, and looked up at him. "Thank you. You didn't have to do this, but thank you." Haruhi smiled, a little pink tinting her cheeks.

Takashi ruffled the girl's hair affectionately. He gave a small smile of his own. "No problem."

"Haruhi~~!" someone cried, and Haruhi turned round into the arms of her loving father. "I have to go now, so be good!" Ranka sniffed, twirling his daughter around in the little kitchen. He placed a kiss on her forehead. "Bye-bye sweetie!" Ranka cried, loosening his grip and heading to the door. He looked over his shoulder, and with a little wave from Haruhi, he left and promptly shut the door, leaving the four teenagers alone.

Takashi and Haruhi went to the living room, were Mitsukini and Natsumi sat on the sofa, talking about who knows what. When the two entered, Natsumi's head swivelled round, giving Haruhi a knowing, yet almost creepy looking smile. Haruhi raised her eyebrow and sat beside her friend.

"Haru-chan! Can we watch a film?" Mitsukini asked, bouncing up and down in his seat.

"Sure. You can decide watch to watch, seeing if that's alright with you two." She looked to Natsumi and Takashi who both nodded. "The DVD's are over in that corner." She gestured with her thumb, near the corner of where the tiny TV sat. Mitsukini skipped over and started browsing through the selection.

"I'll go get a chair from my room, seeing as only three can sit on the sofa." Haruhi bounced up from her seat, and headed to her room. After a minute, Haruhi came back with her desk chair and placed it on the right side of the sofa. Takashi immediately took the desk chair, seeing as he wanted his cousin and the girls to be comfortable.

"Are you sure, Takashi? I could take it." Haruhi placed herself on the rightmost side of the sofa, near Takashi.

He shook his head. "I'm fine here."

"If you say so…" Haruhi mumbled.

Mitsukini bounded over with what appeared to be Finding Nemo nestled in his hands. Haruhi's eyes lightened up. After all, that movie was one of her favourites when she was younger. "I hope this is alright..."

"It's fine! I'll go put it in." She took the DVD off Mitsukini and headed towards the old DVD player. She popped it in, and pressed the play button, nostalgic memories flooding her mind. She headed back to the sofa, switched off the lights and settled beside Natsumi.

As the movie began to start, Haruhi snuck a glance at Takashi who surprisingly was staring at her. She flushed a bit, but no-one seemed to notice. She fixated her gaze on the small TV screen and smiled, nostalgic memories once again filling her mind. But she couldn't help letting her mind wander…

It was at the part now, where the shark had made its first appearance. Upon seeing the shark, Haruhi couldn't help thinking about Hikaru.

How was he?

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