TITLE: STARSTRUCK!
SUMMARY: Haruhi, descends from a long line of famous actors/actresses, but their fame is faltering. So she creates and stars in a small series on the condition that her six male co-stars are orphans from orphanages. This way they could be given a chance at stardom. Her public sees it as an act of charity to to six underprivileged kids. But is this really charity or a publicity stunt?
STORY PAIRINGS: Haruhi+Tamaki, Honey+Mori, Kaoru+Hikaru

PLEASE NOTE: This story is rated M. According to the FF site, that means it has to be appropriate for ages 16+ WITHOUT explicit content, which includes adult language, themes, and suggestions. This story meets those requirements.

"Ootori-san, Haninozuka-san, Morinozuka-san, Hitachiin-san and Suoh-san… they refused to adopt the orphans until they see if the kids will become popular or not… That's not what I wanted at all…"

"They will come around…" her mother said as she fixed her hair in a compact. "We're heading to the first orphanage now… What sort of orphan should we look for?"

"Well, it should be someone who partially resembles the families they'll be adopted to. Though I suppose I'll have to see them first…" she said frowning slightly. "Should we have them line up all the orphans outside or something?"

"Haruhi," he mother said frowning slightly. "They're people not puppies. You can't just show up and pick one. You should probably talk to them…"

"Oh… yeah, I guess I should," Haruhi said thinking. This might be harder than she anticipated.

Their limo pulled up outside a long building on the outskirts of a populated city. Everyone around stared as she and her mother stepped out only after, (of course) their driver had opened the door for them. The Orphanage had broken glass windows, some which were only cracked. Some had the glass missing completely. One window on the end seemed to have cardboard taped to the opening with some childish crayon drawing on it.

The people on the street glared, a few people even daring to come up and touch their limo. "This is what you wanted sweetie, you can't back out now," her Mother said smiling down at her.

"Okay," she said and she opened the doors walking across a creaky hardwood floor. Turning to look in one room she saw children of varying ages all running around haphazardly. Throwing pillows, chasing each other. Two children in one corner seemed to be fighting and the smaller boy even went so far as to bite the other.

"Ugh… maybe we should go somewhere else…" Haruhi said frowning.

"Can I help you?" asked a woman who was heading downstairs. She looked to be in a bad mood and was wearing a horribly cheap sundress to which the bottom lace was coming undone.

"Uh… yes, we're looking for an orphan," Haruhi said.

Sighing the woman descended the rest of the steps walking around the corner to a desk where she sat down and opened a drawer taking out a stack of unkempt paperwork. Some of which was wrinkled, others bent in odd places, others ripped, and one that appeared partially burnt.

"Well Miss," she said turning to look at Haruhi's mother. "How old?"

"Uh, a teen, male. Um… around my age (if possible)… I'm fourteen," Haruhi said.

"I asked your Mother," the woman said sounding rather annoyed.

"I'm not the one picking," her Mother responded with a similar tone.

The woman rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she sighed throwing the papers back down on the desk to which a small dust cloud rose. Haurhi removed a small handkerchief from the fancy silk clutch (which matched her dress). She put it over her nose and mouth to ensure she wouldn't breathe it in. She wondered how much mold might be found in this run down dump of a building...

"Look, sure you don't want someone younger? We mostly only got kids from ten to three here, and the only one we have that would fit your age frame is a bit of a troublemaker…"

"How so?" Haruhi asked.

"He gets in trouble, stays out past curfew, sneaks into the wildlife exhibits, sleeps in parks occasionally. Not that I give a damn, I don't have the money to feed him anyway, not with all the other kids I got here. Basically just waiting out until he's eighteen and I can legally dump his ass out on the streets."

"Well, isn't that more of a reason to let us take him then…" Haruhi asked frowning. She really didn't like this woman…

"You won't take him," she said laughing slightly. "You won't take him for the same reason none of the other people thought about taking him. Trust me…"

"Why?" Kotoko asked frowning. "What's wrong with him?"

"He doesn't speak," the woman answered.

Haruhi blinked turning to her Mother who frowned. Yes, if he didn't speak then it wouldn't be a good idea to take him for this project as speaking was a large part of the deal when being an actor…

"I see," Haruhi said getting to her feet. "Thank you for your time."

"Wait, don't you want any of the other brats?"

"No, thank you," Haruhi said before turning to leave. Kotoko got up and followed in her wake. Haruhi walked out looking back at her Mother.

"Just what are we going to do if every place is like this on—," she began but her sentence fell short as she placed her hand on the railing to walk down the steps of the porch only to have the railing give way under her hand and she started falling forward! To her horror her face was heading right towards an unfortunately placed board with rusty nails sticking straight up!

"Haruhi!" her Mother gasped, and Haruhi closed her eyes tight…

…

…and nothing happened. She opened her eyes to find the rusty nails just a short ways from her face, only someone had caught her just before she landed. Haruhi felt herself being pulled back by strong arms, and the next second she was standing upright again perfectly fine. Haruhi blinked and looked up at her rescuer. A rather tall teenage boy with black hair and dark eyes stood there. His hair was unkempt, and his clothes were quite dirty. The shoes he wore had a sole missing and it seemed he had duct taped some cardboard to the bottom of it.

"Uh, thank you!" Haruhi said staring up at him.

"Yes, thank you so much for saving my Daughter!" Kotoko said looking relieved her child was unharmed. The guy didn't say a word but turned heading into the orphanage, as he walked in Haruhi noticed on his back a cheap badly made Kendo sword. Haruhi blinked turning to her Mother who seemed to have understood what her daughter was thinking even without words being exchanged. They hurried back in after him.

"Hey! Kid wait!" Haruhi called. "Uh… Is that a kendo sword?"

"…" he turned back to her without responding.

"Uh… may I see it?" Haruhi asked.

He stared at her for a moment before he removed the sword form a hand sewn pouch on his back, and he held it out to her. She blinked at it. It seemed to have been made from a tree limb but he had carved it to the best of his abilities and sanded it down for smoothness.

"Did you make this?" she asked (even though she felt like she already knew the answer).

He nodded.

"Are… are you any good?" she asked. She knew the Morinozukas while they were well studied in most forms of marital arts, Kendo was what they were best known for.

He shrugged.

"Huh…" Haruhi sighed, but then. She smiled. "My name is Haruhi Fujioka. What's yours?"

"…"

Haruhi blinked, "Um… so you can't talk at all?"

"…"

She frowned handing his sword back to him. "Thanks for letting me see it, and thanks so much for saving me earlier…"

"…"

"Ah, Takashi, you're here," the woman said walking out of her office though she didn't look near as pleased as she was attempting to sound. "Well this is him, but as I said he's…"

"He's perfect!" Haruhi said smiling up at him. "Uh, kid… I mean, Taka-san I mean… Takashi… Uh…"

She wasn't sure how polite she should be. He was clearly older than her, but she wasn't sure how old he was… It had to be younger than eighteen at least otherwise that awful woman would have kicked him out.

"…"

"Um… how old is he?"

"Fifteen," she answered.

"I see," Haruhi said looking up at him again. "Takashi-senpai, would you by any chance like to be an actor? You see, I am starting a project that will feature orphans such as yourself and—"

Though Takashi had turned his head at the sound of crying from the next room where the kids where playing, or rather fighting. Without warning he completely abandoned their conversation wandering in there where he grabbed two of the fighting children and pried them apart. After casting each of them a rather intense look the children began to argue.

"But he started it!"

"No, you did! He ate my cookie!"

Takashi (lightly) slapped both the kids upside their heads and then brought them over to a run down tv set that still had a VCR for some reason. Takashi took out a VHS and put in the machine which then began to play a Disney show only the tape in it seemed to have been worn out from being played so many times because the visuals were off.

Excitedly the children (even the two who had been fighting) sat down to watch. Takashi moved to the back so the littler and shorter children could move up front.

"Um…" Haruhi looked at her Mother who shrugged.

Haruhi walked into the room as well and sat down next to Takashi who was now quietly watching the show with the kids. "Takashi, did you hear me?"

He nodded but didn't look at her.

"For this project we're having orphans act in a television program, at the end of which you will be adopted by an entertainment family and… well your future will be pretty much set at that point," she said smiling. "Do you understand?"

He nodded, again without looking at her.

"Do you want to?"

He shook his head no.

"Uh…" Haruhi was kinda surprised about that. What orphan wouldn't want the chance to be in a show, be rich and get adopted?

"You realize I'm talking about you having a home and more money than you've probably ever seen in your life," Haruhi explained frowning.

"…"

"Mother!" Haruhi sighed turning to her for help.

Kotoko chuckled. She walked around Takashi and knelt down in front of him, "Takashi-kun," she said softly. "You know, if you do well in this show, and if you are chosen to be adopted. Then you'll have a lot of money. Imagine just how much you could fix this place up if you had money. I imagine you could repair the building and the kids here could get good meals every day."

He blinked at her, and while he didn't answer his eyes seemed more lit up more than they previously had been.

"Well," she said smiling. "I think he's on board now! But what do you plan to do about his inability to talk?"

Haruhi got up too. "Well, he could be quirky and write everything he says or something… I don't know. I'll figure it out later…"

Kotoko smiled. She turned back to Takashi. "We will send someone to pick you up in a week from today at roughly noon. Please be ready."

With that Kotoko turned to her daughter putting a hand on her shoulder, "Well, let's go then…"

"Alright…" Haruhi said turning as well; they headed back to the exit only her Mother stopped as the passed the orphanage owner.

"Well, now that my daughter's business is concluded… It's time to begin mine," she said and suddenly her look turned into a glare and she began to yell at woman telling her all the legal violations that were occurring at her place, and she finished with, "And if these violations aren't fixed by the time I return in one week I swear to God I'll see to it that you never work around children again!"

And with that she spun back to the door on her heels. Her pony tail whipping around behind her as she and Haruhi left. Haruhi was careful walking down the steps this time and into the limo they went to head to another orphanage.

Meanwhile her father was on the other side of the country with his daughter Renge checking out another orphanage. Haruhi thought they could cover more ground if they separated.

"Well now," Ranka said staring up at the large grey building. It looked like a prison for the windows had bars on them. But it was soon discovered that it was the town. For as they were walking in there was suddenly a wolf whistle from out of nowhere.

"Hey baby!" called some thugs on the street corner.

"Oh my, hello boys!" Ranka called smiling brightly.

"Not you ya hag," shouted another one. "That pretty short stack there!"

Renge blinked at that. "Me?"

"WHAT!?" shouted Ranka suddenly switching to her male voice. "That's my little girl you're talking about!? She's only sixteen!?"

Ranka started to chase them part way up the street swinging her handbag and the thugs took off shouting, "Holy shit! She's a dude!"

Renge chuckled, "Oh Daddy," she smiled before turning back up to look at the building. "Guess, I'll go in first."

She walked in heading straight up to the front desk where a man was sitting reading a magazine. "Yes?"

"Hello, is this the Hokkai Orphanage?"

"Yes it is, how may I help you?"

"Well, you can start by taking all the boys in this orphanage from ages thirteen and up and lining them up outside to be viewed," she explained blatantly.

The man closed his magazine taking off his glasses he sighed. "Okay… okay, wait… Say that again?" he answered dully.

Her eyes suddenly narrowed… "I don't like repeating myself…"

Ranka sighed rubbing her shoulder as she entered the orphanage, "My my… beating people up is such strenuous labor on a woman's shoulders…"

"I'M TELLING YOU, YOU CAN'T DO THAT! YOU CAN'T JUST LINE THEM UP LIKE ANIMALS! IT'S IMMORAL!"

"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS! WE HAVE A LOT OF ORPHANAGES TO VISIT TODAY AND THIS IS THE EASIEST WAY!" his Daughter's voice shouted back.

"My," Ranka said walking up next to her. "What seems to be the problem here?"

"I wanted them to line up all the boys over thirteen years old outside so we could just scan the rows and easily pick out the ones that might fit for Haruhi's show," she explained. "But the manager here is being horribly uncooperative…"

"I'm telling you, you can't just—" the guy began but Ranka interrupted him.

"I am Ranka Fujioka, perhaps you've heard of the Fujioka name?"

"Uh, yes Sir, I mean Ma'am!" he said nervously. "Your family is… famous. I don't know of anyone in Japan who hasn't heard of you!"

"Well, I will make a sizable donation to this little orphanage IF you give my daughter here whatever she needs," she explained.

"Uh, yes! Yes Ma'am!" the man said suddenly excited!

Thus twenty minutes later the boys fitting the requirements Renge specified were lined up just as she asked.

"Why are we all out here?" complained one of them.

"Some rich shits want see us," said another.

"So how long are we gonna stand out here?"

"Man, when you're rich you really can get anything!" complained one of the older ones. But down at the end of the line stood one boy who was being silent. In all honesty he just wanted to go back to his room and read…

"You! Tuck in your shirt! Toshi! I swear if you say anything rude I'm gonna knock you upside your head. Kuroh if you don't stop making faces I'll—. Oh shit, here they come. Smile alright! They're willing to give us a donation," snapped Shido-san the man who ran the orphanage where they lived.

Kyoya glanced in the direction Shido-san indicated and saw two well dressed women walking across the lawn towards them. One was teenager, and the other appeared to be her Mother.

"Let's see then," the teen said as she started at one end. "No. No. No. No. Hhmm… Maybe, you please take a step forward. Okay. No. No. And…"

She stopped right before him and froze. Her eyes widened. "No way…"

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"You're… you're…" she suddenly took off running straight towards Shido-san where she yanked the glasses right off his face and rushed back over to him. "Put these on! Put these on!" she said excitedly trying to shove them on his face.

"Calm down," he said fighting her off before she managed to force them on his face. His vision was suddenly eve more cloudy than it previously was, and the girl's face was horribly distorted. He needed glasses, but currently didn't have any. And this pair didn't fit his prescription at all.

"Wow!" she said looking up at him. "You're… You're…"

"Renge?" the woman called. "Did you make a decision?"

"Dad he's perfect!" Renge practically yelled pointing her blurred out finger right in his face. The glasses were starting to give him a headache… or maybe it was her.

"What's your name?" she asked him.

He reached up removing the glasses. "Kyoya," he answered.

"Kyoya… Kyoya," she said happily. "Oh it's so beautiful!"

He frowned at her.

"Listen, I'm Renge Fujioka. I'm sure you've heard of my family. Well, my youngest sister Haruhi is starting a project and she needs orphans to be in a show, and if all goes well you'll get a bunch of money and be adopted into a wealthy family! How does that sound?"

"Frankly it doesn't appeal to me," Kyoya frowned. He had been fully intending to wait out his years here at the orphanage until he turned eighteen and would be able to go to college. He didn't see himself as much of an actor. He hadn't much enjoyed the play he had been forced to be in as a child…

"Spoken like a true Ootori," she giggled. "Oh this is wonderful!" she said excitedly turning to her… Father apparently since she said "Dad," earlier.

"He said yes!" she called back to him and Kyoya looked rather annoyed.

"That's not what I—" he started but she had suddenly taken out a phone and snapped a picture of him making him blink from the flash.

"Thanks! We'll send a limo for you in a week!" she said happily and hurried over to her Father.

Sighing he walked over to Shido-san giving him back his glasses.

"A week?" Shido-san asked with a raised eyebrow. "What's happening in a week?"

"I guess I'm gonna be on a TV show."

"Like what a game show?"

Kyoya shrugged, "Who knows…"

"Mama look," Haruhi said showing Kotoko her phone, where Renge had sent a picture of boy she found. Black hair, glasses.

"Aw, he's cute," her Mother said smiling.

"He could pass for an Ootori kid couldn't he?" Haruhi asked frowning slightly.

"He sure could," Kotoko said smiling.

"So we got someone to represent the Morinozuka family. That one will represent the Ootori family. So we still need someone to represent the Suho family, the Hitachiin family, and the Haninozuka family…"

"So one needs to be blonde and the other two need to have brownish hair…" Kotoko said stretching.

"My Ladys," said the driver. "We've arrived."

The limo pulled to a stop outside a large cottage out in the mountains. It was nice looking though, painted with stick figure characters and badly drawn trees and animals. It seemed the orphanage owner let the children paint and draw on the house as they pleased. The woman outside was watering the flowers in a garden.

"Hello," Kotoko called as they walked up the log walkway. "Is this the Karuizawa Orphanage?"

"Yes it is," the woman said smiling. "I'm the owner Kimura. Are you here to adopt an orphan?"

"Sort of," Kotoko answered. "I'm Kotoko Fujioka, and my daughter Haruhi is starting a project and we need an orphan for it. If all goes well and they become very popular then one of our colleagues will be sure to adopt them upon the shooting's completion."

"Oh… well… that's not… That seems rather cruel doesn't it?"

Haruhi and Kotoko blinked at her.

"What are you talking about? They'll be rich! They'll be famous!" Haruhi pointed out.

Kimura smiled softly, "They will act in a show, and only if they do a good job will they be adopted? Then, what happens if they don't?"

"Uh…" Haruhi and Kotoko looked at each other blinking. They hadn't anticipated the idea that they wouldn't do a good job.

"So if they don't, they'll what? Be sent back here? After being promised a home and family life they haven't experienced for years or (for some of them)… ever?"

Haruhi blinked at her… She had long brown hair and blue eyes and wore a long pink dress. But she had this wise expression to her face like one would expect to see on a wise owl in a children's book.

"Uh… you see. It's not cruel. We're not making any of the kids do this. Besides even if the worst case scenario happens they still will get to be in a show. What kid wouldn't want that?" Kotoko asked smiling back at her.

"Well then, if you're sure… What sort of Orphan were you looking for?" the lady asked setting down her watering can and removing a pair of gardening gloves.

"Well, a male teenager, blond or brown hair…" Haruhi explained.

"A male teenager," the woman repeated. "Well, we have two who fit that description. How many did you need?"

"Well, five all together…" Haruhi said after counting the number of families they had offered their deal to. "We already have two. So if we could please see the boys we'd be able to tell if they would fit our image or not."

"Alright then, please come inside," she said leading the way. The inside was much nicer than the last orphanage they had visited. It looked almost like a tiny tea shop that had a theme going as if it were trying to resemble an Easter egg as much as possible.

"Kaoru! Tamaki!" she called "Come down here a minute. I got someone who wants to meet you."

There was sudden explosion of laughter and nine kids came running down the steps ranging from ages six to probably nine or so. Following in their wake were the two older boys. One with light brown hair and other had brown hair too but his was more border lining red…

"Hello," the shorter one said. The taller one had a small baby on his shoulders who was pulling at his hair mercilessly.

"Ow!" Tamaki said frowing, "Hey you, stop that…"

"Hello boys," Kotoko said smiling. "My daughter has proposition for you! Go ahead Haruhi dear."

Haruhi stepped forward, "Um… I'm making a television show and I'd like some orphans to star in it. Some colleagues of my parents have agreed to adopt the orphans on the show if the show becomes a hit and if they display talents that can be optimized for the family's benefit… So… Well… You two seem like you'll fit just fine. We'd be happy to have you, if you agree."

Kaoru and Tamaki looked at each other.

"I… don't really have a talent for acting…" Tamaki said nervously. "I probably wouldn't be a good fit. Besides I'm not—."

"Nonsense Tamaki," Kimura-san said smiling. "You're always putting on skits here for me. Besides, your piano skills alone would make you TV worthy. You should try for it; it would be worth it if you do succeed. I mean, you'll have money and someone to love and take care of you…"

"But…" Tamaki said frowning.

"I'm game, sounds like fun," Kaoru said grinning. "Can I be a villain? One that bite the toes of little kids who don't do their chores!"

Though he was talking to Haruhi he was looking at some of the kids who had run downstairs. They suddenly shrieked in mock terror and scurried around to hurry and do their chores. These kids seemed a lot happier and better taken care of than the kids at that last orphanage, and Haruhi was glad to see that.

Haruhi laughed a little at that. "Well… I'm still in the process of thinking up characters. So I'm going to have a limo come and get you in a week. Okay?"

"Uh, sure…" Kaoru said shrugging.

"Great!" Haruhi said smiling. "We'll see you soon then! Thanks so much!"

"Are you going to be an actor?" said one of the younger kids looking up at Tamaki.

"I guess I'm going to try," Tamaki answered.

"Can I get your autograph then?" shrieked one of the kids.

"Me! I want Tama and Kao's autographs too!" shouted another.

"You're gonna be famous and bring us toys right!?" called a third.

Haruhi smiled. The younger kids seemed to really like those two. This was turning out wonderfully! They said their goodbyes after Kimura-san forced a few cupcakes on them and they climbed back into the limo when Haruhi's phone went off again.

"Oh, Renge found someone else," Haruhi said through the bit of a cupcake she was eating, and suddenly she spit it out in a gasp of shock!

"What is it?"

"Look!" Haruhi turned her phone to face Kotoko. Renge had sent a picture of Kaoru. Only it wasn't Kaoru. This boy had black hair and slightly darker eyes. But other than that difference… they looked identical!

"Well, my they look similar…"

"That's crazy! How did she find someone who looks like the guy we just found!? This is freaky! But what are we going to do? Neither of them look like they could belong to the Haninozuka family and we can't have them with two children…"

"Sure you can, just… say they're twins. They can definitely pass for it…" Kotoko pointed out.

"Twins huh?" Haruhi said contemplating the idea…

Haruhi texted her sister telling her to stop looking because she and her mother had five more places on their list and after visiting them all Haruhi still hadn't found anyone else she liked. As they traveled through Karuizawa they passed a rather popular Inn. It was Misuzu's inn. She was a rather famous cross dresser who had worked with her Father back in the day.

"Do you wanna stop in and see Misuzu-san?" Haruhi asked as they went by.

"Maybe next time, I'm kind of tired today..." Kotoko said yawning. "Let's call it a day alright? We'll try another Orphanage tomorrow. Though I'm not sure how many more orphanages there are in Japan…"

Suddenly their limo lurched forward to a screeching halt. Haruhi was thrown forward and she hit her head. Kotoko had slipped down onto the floorboards of her seat. "Owie!" her mother said sighing. "I guess you should wear seatbelts even in a limo huh?"

"My Lady's are you okay?" asked the driver.

"Fine," Haruhi said rubbing her forehead.

"Ugh, what did we hit?" Kotoko asked.

"We didn't hit anything, but we almost hit someone… I'll go check on them."

The driver got out and the sound of a man cussing met their ears. Haruhi and her Mother both climbed up so their top halves were hanging out the sunroof.

"That little fucker just round house kicked me!? How did she do that!?"

"Uh…" From the corner of her eye a blur of blond disappeared around a corner on the other side of the road.

"She kicked me right into the street! I could have died!"

"Sir please, are you injured at all? Do you need me to call an ambulance?" their Driver asked.

"No I need you to catch that little shit who almost—" the man stopped suddenly eyeing the limo behind the driver and the to rather rich looking women peeking out it's sunroof at him.

"Oh, I mean… Ow! I'm in so much pain! I think my spine is broken!" he complained loudly.

"Really?" Kotoko said raising an eyebrow. "Really? We're going to play this game then? Ooookay…"

She climbed back in and out the side. This guy was in for it, Haruhi found herself thinking. The last person you want to try and sue for a fake injury was a lawyer…

Haruhi climbed back in the limo and got out the other side. She wanted to go check on that girl and make sure she was okay. So she hurried around the corner after her. For a few minutes Haruhi thought she had lost her trail. However she suddenly heard laughing down a nearby alley. When she peeked around it, she saw the girl laying on top of a stack of crates holding what appeared to be a stuffed bunny. It was old, raggedy, and had a very large stain on the front. She making the bunny do moves as though it were fighting.

"Uh, hey! Little girl? Are you hurt at all?" Haruhi asked looking up at her. The girl stretched her head back blinking at her. She had long blond hair and big brown eyes. She couldn't have been older than nine or ten.

"Why would I be hurt?" she asked.

"Well, our limo almost hit this guy who was complaining about a girl who had round house kicked him…" she said. "I saw you leaving the scene so I thought it might have been you."

"I'm not paying for your car if that's what you're thinking…" the girl said her voice suddenly not as cute sounding as it had been moments before.

"No, I'm not asking for anything like that. I really just wanted to make sure you were okay. Why did you kick him anyway?" Haruhi asked.

"He tried to rob me," she said in the same serious tone, but then the voice suddenly got sweet again. "The Jokes on him, I don't have anything worth robbing anyway…"

"Listen, how about my Mother and I take you home. You can ride in a limo," she added as though this were sweetening the deal.

"I am home."

"Huh?" Haruhi blinked. "You are home?"

"Yup, see," the girl pointed to what looked like a make shift hut out of garbage in the corner behind a large commercial garbage can.

"You're kidding you can't live here!" Haruhi snapped.

"Why not?"

"Why not? This is an Alley!" she explained in a loud voice.

"Haruhi!"

Haruhi turned at the sound of her Mother calling. "I'm over here Mom!"

Kotoko peeked around the corner cautiously then a look of relief came over her face. "Oh wonderful!" she said happily. "When I saw you weren't in the car I absolutely panicked!"

"How did it go with that faker?" Haruhi asked.

"As expected, he heard my last name and freaked out running home," she said smiling.

"Mom, this is the girl that kicked him. She doesn't have a home though, she said she lived in this alley."

"Did she now," Kotoko smiled looking up at her.

However, the girl was not looking at them but lying on her back staring up at her dirty stuffed bunny. Though her voice trailed down.

"Why do you keep calling me a girl?"

"Huh… Cause, you are a girl…" Haruhi pointed out.

"No I'm not," he answered.

"…" Haruhi blinked. "You're not?"

"No. I'm not."

"What… then why is your hair so long?" Haruhi snapped looking a little angry.

The boy turned his head looking at her and then sat up so he could jump down. He landed with ease on the ground in front of her, "Well… that's because… haircuts are expensive..."

Haruhi blinked at him, and then she suddenly started to laugh. He was short but… Perhaps she could make it work with him too. She smiled and leaned forward ruffling his blond but dirty hair. "Mother, I think this one is the last one we need…"

Her mother smiled, "Wait just a minute Haruhi. Where are your parents little boy?"

"Hhmm... Heaven I suppose..." he answered.

"Heaven? Who takes care of you?" Kotoko asked.

"I do!" he answered cheerfully.

Haruhi smiled up at her Mother who frowned back at her, "Don't you think he's a little young?"

"Oh I'll find some way of working that in..." Haruhi answered. "Besides, he's adorable and Renge said all shows need at least one adorable character. Right?"

Kotoko folded her arms. "What's your name little boy?"

"Mitsukuni," he answered.

"Mit..." Haruhi said softly.

"...Su" finished her Mother.

Mitsu was the Japanese word for Honey, and that seemed to suit the boy perfectly!

"Honey! You're name is Honey! Aw how cute!" Kotoko said grinning.

"Honey is perfect! An adorable name for an adorable character!" Haruhi said grinning.

"...it's Mitsukuni..." he said sternly, but the girls didn't seem to hear him.

So… YEA! I updated! And all the Orphans are found! Hopefully you'll all come along and enjoy the ride as they begin filming the show you know and love!