Authors Note: Hi everyone, I really am sorry for how longs it's been taking me to update. I really have no excuse. My computer, all of the storyline for the plot, and my little reminders on what I was going to do with the story have all crashed so I really have a clean slate and all my foreshadowing is all for none. It's not that I don't know what I wanted to do with the story, but I have really bad memory and so all those little one liners- those little moments that you think of in the car on the way home- they're all gone. But this should not have discouraged me from starting the story again. Now before I go on, there are some things that I need to address.

One: Kyouya and Tamaki is happening, so I'm sorry for those who don't support the couple, I probably won't talk about their relationship TOO much, but I do believe that all things put aside not many people are too dreadfully angry about this for which I am glad. You didn't really think that I would make Kyouya in love with Haruhi now did you? That'd be too simple!

Two: Alright some people have been rather angry about the possibility of Kaoru and Haley. First of all, when did this happen? Really? I mean, I even put in the chapter before that a few lines to let everyone KNOW that they won't get together.

I don't know if ya'll thought I was kidding or what not, but I guess I haven't made it clear enough. This makes me a little weary because there were some things I was planning on doing with the character, however I don't want it to seem like I'm just pulling out random shots to give it that readers choice. Rest assured my friends that I would never put together an OC and Kaoru.

Three: I need to know if there are still people following this story. I have some new readers, but if anyone is still watching, please let me know. I just want to know how fast I should be putting out the chapters, if the old and faithful readers are still following me, and what not. Like I've said all the time, even if you're just browsing through and reading I don't mind. But PLEASE, just leave me a review on ONE chapter, that's all I need, letting me know a few things you like about the story. I need your feedback or else the story goes to the garbage. This isn't a threat even though it sounds like it, I just want to know what I'm doing really well or else I'll guess and accidentally ruin a good thing.

And Finally Four: Is there any animes that you all would like me to write a fan-fiction about? I've been thinking about a Harry Potter one, or even a short Avatar fan-fiction just because there are too many that are going in the pooper. I'll still write Ouran fics, I already have an idea for an alternate universe one just to shake things up. I've also been receiving word that people would like a third story on this plot line. I actually originally planned it as a triology, of course, with the next named "Just Kaoru", however I ended up combing the two plot ideas making Just Haruhi around twenty chapters. However if you still want a third plot, let me know, because I'm still open to new ideas so drop me a line! Let me know what YOU want me to write about.

So that's all. Thank you for taking the time to read my ramblings and on with the story!

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Haruhi sat in class, her hands lightly twitching against the desk as she hit her pencil rhythmically against her desk side. The people beside her tried not to look at the large black bags underneath her eyes and the way that she would droop whenever the teacher stopped talking. Others would try their hardest not to laugh as her flimsy brown hair fell over her face, causing a darkness and ability for her eyes to close. It was obvious that the girl had not gotten any sleep in the past couple of nights- and after being forced to live with your fiancé, they all assumed they knew why. They weren't too far from the truth. Even now Haruhi thought back to the intrusion to her bedside the past couple of nights. However, they were perverted as others thought they were.

Kyouya was all about details, and he knew that his father would constantly be watching the two of them for any signs of disloyalty or foul play. So to make their interactions more convincing Kyouya had begun to 'sneak' into Haruhi's room in the middle of the night. He knew that his father had camera's on the halls, kitchen, and closets, however he would never invade Haruhi's privacy enough to place one in her room. And so that was all they needed to do to make Kyouya out to be a healthy young engaged man. Just for good measure he'd climb into her bed to let the squeak go out of the room before slipping under the covers with the fully clothed girl. It was then that they finally had a moment of privacy and he could talk to her freely. Ever since confessing that he was in love with Tamaki Kyouya's front had completely changed.

He talked about things Haruhi never thought of hearing from his mouth. Like, "It hurts" or "I can't understand it". Still, it was nice. He even gave her turns to speak, though they often included questions about her morality and intentions. Even now as she sat in class, she thought back to the latest discussions they had been holding. Because of her outstanding grades she felt compelled to talk about school, and went on and on about the fascinating context of law. Kyouya however was not so impressed with her ramblings, and would often intrude about how disloyal lawyers really were to the law. Her eyebrows knitted sadly together at the recollection of their latest conversation.

"The last thing a lawyer needs to know is the truth, does that not hold true in a lawyers profession Haruhi?" Kyouya would often whisper to her as she tried to get excited about law books. She would of course deny this, but in her heart she knew it to be true. She would sigh, giving him the sign that he had won the debate, and he would turn to look at her sad small face.

"I'm not meaning to be cruel Haruhi, but is this really the type of job you want? I can't imagine greeting you back home with crocodile tears in your eyes because you cleared a guilty man." Kyouya whispered to her. She nodded, knowing full well the results of her actions should she really become a lawyer.

"Of course things like that will happen Kyouya but…I'm ready….this is what I want to do with my life…so- I'm ready. I've read all the books, I've gotten impressive marks on all the test." Haruhi argued back. It was then that a small realization hit her.

"Hey…you were talking as if we were really going to get married." She giggled, a small blush reaching her cheeks.

"I didn't know you were taking our future so seriously Mr. Kyouya. " He scoffed over his own mistake as she giggled and hummed the wedding tune to only further his embarrassment.

"Don't try and derail me from the subject." He hissed. "I think that you idolized your mother so much that you feel there was a lot of work that was left unfinished in her profession because of her early death. I think you feel compelled to save her name. But Haruhi, you're a growing woman, it is time to stop playing house and face true facts- through all that hard work, and all of that studying, what is your passion? Because right now, I see that you have a diligence for law- but no fire for it!" Haruhi's eyes turned wide at that but she merely whispered that she'd heard it all before, and that she was sure this is what she wanted to do.

But…was it?

She sighed softly rubbing her eyes and trying to focus while the teacher lectured about the importance of written word in Law. She had been taking more and more specialty classes since it was her final year, but even though she wouldn't admit it- it was all very overwhelming. The history of law, the importance of law, lies and loopholes in the law. It made her head swim. That's why she was so happy when the bell finally rang. Everyone in their seats could see her skin glow as a smile bounded to her lips when she grabbed her backpack and bounded out the door. The home economics building was really quite far from the law segment- but that was ok. She'd run.

Restaurant Cooking, her last class of the day, was the one thing that really perked her up on a bad day. Today they would be making tempura baked sushi rolls. She never had a chance to deal with such high quality material, and since most of her baked goods were made in large numbers she was able to take home the extras. Of course Kyouya fed her, but she was still hungry due to her inability to eat a full meal at the table with his family. She smiled skipping on her way to class as she giggled and hummed a small tune to herself.

"Sushi, sushi, tempura sushi."

Little did she know that carefully tuned eyes were focusing in on the girl as she skipped. Hikaru stood with a smile as he watched her, something that he often did now a days. He leaned against the pillar, just content to watch the smooth body skip and hop every now at then. She was a good girl. Much to good for him, and this he knew. His eyes smiled even brighter as she stopped and noticed his presence. She blushed at his gaze before giggling and giving a small wave. He nearly lit with excitement as she turned to walk over to him. Her brown eyes glazed over an object next to him however and he saw that happiness to see him fade. He saw something hold her back as she slowly walked back to where she was heading before. They would see each other eventually anyways.

"Hikaru…a-are you even paying attention?" A shrill voice asked as he slowly nodded, not really knowing what she was saying as he waved to the young girl. Hannah stood on her tip toes to see what he was looking at and the sight made something in her heart sink. Of course in her heart she knew that Hikaru was not hers, and that Haruhi and he were both together. But her heart never did connect to well with her mind. Hannah jumbled over the intrusion on her trust in her fiancé as she fumbled in her mind. She thought that he and Haruhi were- wasn't she engaged- and he was- Hannah's thoughts were bamboozled and confused as she held tighter to the boy next to her. She thought that the both of them were through, so why were they being so happy together? Tears glistened in her eyes as she tried to tell herself that they were only friends and that he wasn't-.

"H-Hikaru…" she whimpered out. This made Hikaru's happy expression turn to anger as he glared down at the young woman called his fiancé. She looked up at him with a bit of a sad innocence that he hadn't seen before. It almost made her seem human- almost. It didn't even occur to him that she had figured out their relationship. She was always like this he reasoned.

"What is it Hannah?" He asked trying to keep his natural tone.

"Do you love me?" She asked softly, her nails letting go of his skin, instead replaced by the soft touch of her fingertips as she dug them into his arm, begging for an answer. Hikaru didn't know exactly what to say as he looked down at the withering rose of a girl. She was so beautiful, with such an ugly soul. If only she could improve her personality, maybe then some man would love her. But she would never do that he decided, and so no one would ever love her, and he would prove that to her right now.

Now, I'd hope that one would realize the sincerity of a situation such as this. Hannah, though cold and evil in nature, was a girl in love. And as are many things of a girl in love, jealousy is one undeniable factor that will come with her. We can only see her as an enemy, a woman with now heart- and a moral as black as stone. For all we know she could have been the most lovely girl, with golden curls in her face and a smile that would entice even the most cold of men. She could have been beaten as a child, molested, or even raped at a young age. If we were to find out that, in her past, or even in her present, she had a horrible experience that left her this way- would we pity her? Would we find it in ourselves to chance our angle of thought on this poor woman?

This question will leave unanswered, for Hikaru did not take the time nor the effort to find out a little more about the woman that clung to him. He was cruel in his childish nature toward her as well, and so, had we begun to pity Hannah, we would now see Hikaru as a bad man- merely trying to break a fragile doll. But she shall not, for her know nothing of her besides that plain and simple facts of her evil ways. Maybe some of you shall see the next scene as unneeded, or even start to feel for the obviously repressed woman- or maybe some will take great joy in her pain. Either way, when two childish people with extreme emotions are placed together, something bad is sure to ensue. As we can see in the case of Hikaru and Hannah.

"No, and I never will love you Hannah. In fact,…I hate you. And I will always hate you, as long as you are living." He whispered. The woman's eyes sunk in their sockets, her exterior beauty drooping as she let her arms sag on him. He shrugged his arms away before placing them in his pockets and walking off without having to look back at them. Hannah's eyes followed faintly, her knees shaking and hitting the pillar as he walked away from her. The tears fell easily now, everyone in the room staring and gasping as they pointed to her- this weeks gossip.

"H-hate…?" She whispered gently. The women in the room took pity on her and walked to her side, rubbing her shoulders as she stared after him, reaching out ever so gently to the walking figure. She was doing all of this for him, didn't he understand that? All she wanted was his love- anyone's love. It wasn't her fault she was like this, did he think that she had a choice? Didn't he realize how normal she became when he was at her side? Didn't he take notice of how much more she shined after sleeping in the same bed as him? If he would just give himself to her she was sure that her poisoned soul would be clean.

"H-Hikaru." She whimpered out again, throwing her hands over her face as she squealed loudly.

"WHY DO YOU STILL LOVE HER?!" She asked in sobs. "Love me, PLEASE, please love me!" She yelled after him. When he didn't turn around she got out of the girls hands and started in a run toward him.

"HIKARU! I- I…." she stopped halfway through her run as he did not look back. She whimpered again, falling back onto the floor as she stared.

"I-…I need you" she whispered.

"It hurts doesn't it?" A cool voice came from behind her. Small hands clasped the young girls shoulders, pulling her up as Hannah froze. How did she get behind her? The girl looked behind at the brunette who had snuck behind the young woman. She mumbled tossing her head behind her to stare at the girl who she was fighting with for Hikaru's love. How dare she speak to her after an incident like that?

"He will be mine. He'll come to his senses" Hannah whispered.

"No Hannah…maybe you should just come to yours…"

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"Japan's just as dirty as I remember it…I'm so glad I'm only here for a week stay." A cold voice whispered as he turned his head to the four servants following with his luggage. He stood taller than a great oak tree, his back and shoulders looking to be pinned by invisible needles. His eyes were as cold as winter, with a bit more snow- and his dark black hair flew backwards in each step as he glided like a king into his castle. The sound of people chattering about him obviously did not reach his guarded ears for in his head there was no one but him and his line to home. The sidewalk was littered with people not worthy of the sight of his feet- and this he noticed. In fact, as he walked against the crowd of evening traffic he did not stop to move out of the way of struggling pregnant women or tripping elders. People would have challenged his egotistical way of walking against the crowd, but the secret service men standing next to him told them to do otherwise. In his head, as he walked, making others go into the street as to not walk into him, they were obligated to do this.

God forbid someone go against this natural flow of things. It was his way or the highway- he smirked at that, for he meant it quite literally.

It was at that moment, when his head was even more in the clouds than usual and his powerful aura fell down a bit that a seemingly desperate young man ran towards the tall dictator. Everyone could see what was about to happen and all eyes turned them, as if praying not to see the response. Of course they hoped that it wouldn't happen- but if it would- they couldn't take their eyes off. The boy, only about six or so, was running for his life from an unseen enemy. His clothes torn, his body dirty he cried in a high pitched wail as he closed his eyes and ran towards the tall people he thought were police. He clutched some papers within his hands as his feet pounded like small gunshots against the pavement. At the sound of him getting closer the man slowly opened an eye (which he had closed to relax) to see the young boy coming at him.

However he did not move, nor slow his pace as if to help the young man.

Instead he dared the intruder by going a bit farther, swinging his arm ever so slightly with a closed fist.

But it was the boy's fault for not seeing this hostile action, for he threw open his arms and ran faster at the man, crying all the way. They two got within a foot of each other when it happened. Everyone gasped as they saw the young child fall the floor with a dead thump. The women covered their mouths out of surprise to see the blood coming down from the boy's lips and nose. As if it wasn't bad enough that he had hit the man's body full force, the older man deliberately swung his fist into the boy's face he walked by.

There was silence in the area before people started to crowd around the young man when the cold blooded bastard walked past the crowd and continued on his journey. The servants carrying his luggage dared not look behind them for fear of seeing the true damage to the child. However one small and rather kindly looking man glanced behind him, accidentally scraping the solid wood and gold against the sidewalk. Everyone froze as he picked it up quickly. This was not quick enough though, for the stone cold figure turned on his heel with a deadly stare.

"…Who did it?" He asked, the air suddenly turning cold.

The luggage carrier nervously raised his hand, his feet shaking in his well fitting boots. The man pushed his way past the conflicting servants as he went to the back where his prey was. The carrier gulped backing up some as he held up the package of papers and clothes that he was holding as if to protect himself from the protruding demon. As his black eyes fixed upon him sweat dripped down his forehead as he shivered. The man's fist clenched again, his knuckles popping underneath his ring as the servant rushed to reason with him.

"I-I-I-I did, I'm sorry sir, I'll polish it as soon as we reach your home Mr. Ootori, there- there'll be no need to pay me for the day either…" He whispered, groveling underneath the man's feet. He whimpered closing his eyes as the monster reached to his feet. He could feel the hot, lingering breath against his skin as a hand reached up and flicked his cheek. The servants let out of a breath of relief for they had foreseen a much stronger punishment. Just as they grabbed the luggage, about to head off, they all heard a strong smack before a bag fell to the floor along with a man sized body. They turned around quickly to see a huge bruise welting on the young servants face as he sat on the sidewalk, obviously taken off guard as he clutched the luggage. They could already see the indent from the man's ring in his face before he brushed off his hands, heading back to the front of the pack. He only stopped to talk to the head of the servants as he whispered, his eyes closing to day dream-

"Fire him would you? I absolutely hate careless people." He whispered heading down the sidewalk again, letting the crowd be careful for him. It was all but two minutes until they reached the Ootori home. They would have taken their private car, but it had broken down on the way to Japan- and there was no way he was stepping foot in a taxi cab.

Without needing to know he opened the door, going ahead of the others before looking about. What a disgusting place.

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"So you're brothers staying with us for a week?" Haruhi asked as she walked home with Kyouya. Kyouya had now been meeting her in front of the school, but she still wasn't used to driving in a limo, so she had persuaded him that they could get in some much needed talking time by walking. It wasn't far at all from his house and she never did understand why he took a car there.

"Yea. It's really a bother for father and I, especially since we're housing a woman under our house again- but there's no working around it, it would be rather rude to just give him a phone call telling him that he will not be receiving the company." He whispered as he placed his hands in his pockets. Haruhi nodded a bit, not truly understanding what he was talking about. To her the whole situation was rather bothersome and only added onto a list of things that she had to worry about. Of course she had no place to complain so she kept her usually brute mouth shut. The woman looked up at Kyouya's light hearted expression as he walked beside her, his black suit paling compared to his shining eyes. She merely smiled to herself and pressed the long bangs back behind her ear.

"So how is Tamaki? I haven't seen him around lately…I suspect he's the same?" She asked turning her head to face him. She delightfully noticed the small tinge on his cheeks, but said nothing on the matter and allowed him to speak.

"Yes, he's the same old Tamaki- he's trying to convince me to open up a chain of commoner markets with him. 'The next big thing' he says 'We could make so many commoners happy'. He doesn't even know how to start a business and he's talking about opening stores nationwide." He whispered in a small voice. Haruhi could hear his inner annoyance building, but knew at the same time something beautiful was brewing in the dark man's head.

"He really is an idiot sometimes." He remarked.

"Well I think it's a lovely idea." Haruhi whispered nudging him with her elbow as she giggled. Kyouya looked down at that and smiled as well. She knew inside he wanted more than anything to get home and crunch all the numbers that Tamaki would need to make his dream come true. She suspected even now he was thinking of people who he could get in contact with when he had a moment alone.

"Yes, but you see the only problem is Tamaki wants to go all original- he doesn't want a market, but a line brand new food. I told him there was no way he would be able to find someone who'd work for as cheap as he'd have to offer them, but those stars were shining so bright in his eyes I'm pretty sure he didn't hear me." He whispered rubbing his temple.

She giggled at that and looked up to find their home standing in front of her eyes. She entered the security code while Kyouya fumbled with his phone. The woman stepped in only to take in a gasped breath, as if someone had hit her in the ribs. The entire home as a whole was not in the least alarming or different. The vases were as shiny as they had always been, the carpet was clean and swept, the faint smell of dinner already tinted the air- yet something was so incredibly off, the air so tense, the moment so clenched, that Haruhi literally lost her breath. Kyouya of course rushed to her side when he noticed her fear, but at seeing nothing, merely took her arm and gently led her into the house. She looked to him for comfort from the invisible foe, but noticed that even his breaths had become deeper.

"Oh Kyouya…"

Haruhi squeaked out of fear as a figure emerged from the shadowed hallway. Kyouya motioned for her to be quiet as he nodded his head to his eldest brother. He smiled a smile that Haruhi had never seen, and this made her want to whimper again. That smile, that smile that said so much with so little. His eyes clenched peacefully, his lip curled ever so tightly as he tried to keep in the utter hatred building inside of his chest. His entire body puffed out in instinct as he spoke.

"Hello brother." He whispered through clenched teeth. The man raised a brow, obviously not used to seeing such obvious discomfort from him. He shrugged this off and merely nodded his head before focusing his eyes on the girl behind him. He studied her for a moment, as if, for a split second, he doubted his own eyes. He pushed his glasses up, scowling at the idea he had made a mistake, and merely smiled to her.

"Hello…so it seems this is the lovely lady father was telling me about. She is all I expected and more. I first found it improbable, but I see now it is true. " He whispered with a nod. His brother eyed him carefully, unsure of what to make of the statement. He merely took his hand onto Haruhi's thin shoulder, urging her closer to him as they started to walk.

"It's still a shock that you of all brothers will be receiving the company. She must be some woman…" He whispered as they passed. Haruhi knew that Kyouya was signing her to be silent, but with her heels clicking against the floor everyone knew she was to make a statement when the room became silent. Kyouya turned as he watched her head snap back to him- that ever so present passion in her golden brown orbs. And before he had time to grab her she had already started off her sentence.

"I had nothing to do with it. I know you would like to use me as your scapegoat to hide your faults, but the fact that Kyouya is accepting the company truly has nothing to do with the woman he is to marry. I would assume you know this, and I find it rather irritating to have to teach it to you. Please don't make a habit of it." She whispered snapping her head back as she stormed to her room.

Kyouya didn't understand why she had to snap off her mouth, nor why she was so upset, but he guessed that it had to do something with her ideals of a close bonded family. He knew that she would not be satisfied till they had made peace with one another, but he didn't see this happening anytime in the near future. He cautiously turned his head back to watch his brother who was merely smiling- his cold eyes hidden beneath his frosted glasses. For the first time in his life Kyouya shivered at his brothers expression, and hurried off after the young woman. Something was not right in this house, and now he could feel it.

Of course it never occurred to him what could really be going through his brother's head. Nor the plans that were already in progress as he walked down the hall. All he knew, was as he caught Haruhi's hand in his own, rain had started to pour down upon the small house. He looked up at the roof as the sound of small pellets hitting the tile rang throughout the metallic looking house. Haruhi too looked to him, not out of fear- but of concern. They were breathing the same breath now, their animalistic instincts telling them to run and lock the doors as soon as possible. Not because of the air, nor the tension, nor the fact that there was a new presence in the house- but because of the rain.

They looked at each other and as distinctively as possible, walked into the young girls room to watch the rain from the safety of surrounding walls. They sat in front of the large window, watching the simplicity, studying it, as if it would hold the answer as to why their hearts were beating so fast. But the rain did not talk to them. It went about it's business as usual, not understanding the full impact it was having upon the homes that it rested and slid against. How was it to know that somewhere across town two orange headed brothers sat at full alert, or that a blonde with the most beautiful violet orbs was listening in urgency because of it's presence.

All it knew was how to fall and rise again. For that is what rain does. It is nothing but water, simple and plain. But to the shelters in which it fell against it meant oh so much more. For you see- nothing good happens when it rains…