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Chapter 17: Two Months Later

"See you later Haruhi!" Haruhi waved goodbye to her friends at school and quickly walked down the streets to find herself at her cozy apartment. The sunshine beat down on her face and smiled at its warmth. She had received an extraordinary offer to come here, to California and attended an exclusive school that offered a great class program for expecting Lawyers. It had been a hard decision that she was about to pass up, but it turned out to be a life saver in more than one way. The way she continued she'd jump at least an entire year ahead of her goals to become a lawyer.

Once inside her one bedroom apartment, on the second floor, she dumped her school work and bag on the living room floor and walked towards the kitchen area a hot dog demanding to be cooked awaited her in the fridge. Staring down at the non-boiling water, Haruhi let her mind wonder over the past.

It had been two months since Haruhi moved away from Japan, the host club, Kyouya, and yet she felt it was only yesterday that she stepped onto the plane and left. She thought of her friends, her father, everyone every day, not a moment went by that she didn't expect to see their faces around the corner, but no one had come to see her. It almost made her feel forgotten, but she knew they probably were giving her space, buying their time, or planning a sneak attack on her any day now. She just had to keep an eye out and not let them catch her off guard.

Tamaki had remained in constant contact he called her often and told her funny stories of the host club and always interrogated her about her life till she was ready to hang up from sheer lack of privacy. But it didn't really bother her as much as she put out; she missed them all so much. The twins, Mori, Hunny….Kyouya. Her heart constricted instantly at that thought.

Tamaki didn't mention Kyouya at all, and it sometimes bothered Haruhi not knowing what was going on with the man that had hurt her so much. Looking back on it now, it was laughable at the situation she'd been put into. Dating, if she can even call it that, an engaged man of a huge cooperation? It was ridiculous, how could she even begun to think it would have been anything more than a fling at his own whim. But she still, she wondered. What had been the merit of it all?

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The sun was warm today as it curled around her tiny body and embraced her like a long lost lover all the way down to the street market. She lived in a small town in easy walking distance of an amazing street market that sold fresh fruit, vegetables and a variety of other things. It was like a little piece of home every time she went there.

Today she went her usual embroidered bag she'd bought the first day she came here, and walked the stalls picking any item that caught her eyes and just enjoyed the sunshine. Today the waters were lapping at the beach just a few minutes away from where Haruhi was; she loved the sight and it often remaindered her of the time they had all gone to beach house, them being the host club of course. She fondly smiled at the memory as she pushed her every going hair from her face and walked along.

The night where she'd lain beneath Kyouya, that emotionless glimmer in those beautiful eyes. He'd done it to teach her she was not a man, that she was….weak. She accepted his actions as reinforcement, a punishment, but now as she remembered the stiffness in his shoulders, the closeness that had been between them. She wondered what his real motive might have been. The smile slipped for a moment as she remembered it all.

"Excuse me, you dropped this." Absently Haruhi pulled herself from her memories and came to a stop to turn and retrieve whatever it was she'd dropped. Blinded the sun in her face she squinted up at the shadowed figure in front of her.

"Oh, thank yo-" Haruhi let her vision return to find a blue rose held before her, the hand that clasped it looked down from above her a devilish grin spread tight against his handsome lips.

"Kyou-Kyouya-Senpai!" She all but shouted standing before the teen like a statue. He wore a short sleeved shirt with a flower design, almost like a Hawaiian shirt. His hair was combed in his usual style and his glasses glimmered in the sunshine. His arm was still extended offering her the flower, that she very clearly remembered NOT buying.

"I said you dropped this, Haruhi." Kyouya. His voice, it slapped against her heart and opened the still very fresh wound and all the emotions, the pain that she'd managed to store up and sift out little by little jumped from her like a broken damn and drowned her. Kyouya's image became blurred with tears and her hand rose shakingly up to her mouth as she shook her head.

"No!" She turned with a cry tears falling behind her as she dropped her bag of belongings and took off at a dead run for somewhere, anywhere, away from him. Away from the fool who'd kissed her, the man that brought such happiness in one night only to snatch it away the next day. She could not bear the sight of him; bear the idea of his return. She ran, ran from the man she believed to be engaged to another, someone she could never have.