Words: Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

Haruhi wanted to leave. She wanted to leave right now. After all, a man with a pink buzz-cut entering into the Hitachiin’s art university didn’t exactly make her feel at home.

She had left to find the twins the minute classes ended. She even was missing a bargain sale for this. She hadn’t even changed out of her track uniform. She had decided to work on her running ever since the “Ouran School Festival” incident. She didn’t plan to get knocked into the water in a heavy costume by a guy again.

“Hey, sweetie, I haven’t seen you here before. Are you new here?”

Haruhi swung around wildly to find herself faced with a giant punk rocker. She raised an eyebrow at him, “Of course I’m new here.” She huffed, “And the only reason I’m here is to find the Hitachiin brothers, Kaoru and Hikaru.” Her look gave the man the chills, “Do you know them?”

The man chuckled at this, scratching his head. It was quite amusing to see the quite beautiful petite girl staring him down. She didn’t even crack five feet.

“Sure, I know them. They’re my students.”

Haruhi twitched slightly. This…punk (she hated to use the word but it was quite suitable in this situation) was a teacher? Haruhi sighed, thinking about her Ouran days. If it was possible for Nekozawa to wither in the light, she had to assume anything was possible.

“Hey, Yamada-sensei! And Haruhi?”

Kaoru bounded out of nowhere and attached himself to Haruhi. Yamada waved, “Hey, Hitachiin Number Two!” he grinned wickedly, “You share the same clothes, looks, and hairdo and you also share the same woman?”

He was quite lucky Haruhi wasn’t a violent person. If it was someone else, he might have been gushing out blood.

“Yeah,” Kaoru said, causing Haruhi to become lightly panicked, “We share everything.”

“Kaoru,” Haruhi said, dislodging his arm from around her shoulders, “Where’s Hikaru?” Kaoru nodded, looking up a little, “Hmmm,” he shrugged, “He abandoned me by lunchtime and decided to sulk inside Milord’s house.” He then corrected himself; “I meant to wreck havoc on Milord’s afternoon to sooth his nerves.”

Haruhi froze, her face with a pained expression, “Don’t tell me Tamaki-senpai is around here.”

Just her damn luck. Had they all come to stalk her?

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The crash could have probably been heard from the east side of the estate to the west side of the estate. Considering how huge the Suoh’s mansion was, that was saying a lot of sound vibrations.

“Damn you, Hikaru!” Tamaki yelled, trying to free himself from the net that had just hoisted himself twenty feet into the air, “Why don’t you go back to Kaoru? I’m sure you could think about something to do that doesn’t involve physical harm to myself!”

Hikaru shrugged, “Kaoru had been called for a make-up test.”

The older of the Hitachiins sat down on the nearby bench while watching, quite amused, by the desperate but failed attempts that Tamaki used to try to get himself down.

“Hikaru!” came an angry voice, “You put down Tamaki-senpai right this instant!” Haruhi came storming into the Suoh’s backyard with a “sour and pissed off” looking face with Kaoru waving at his twin trailing in front of her.

Somehow, Tamaki managed to get out of the net in four seconds flat, “Haruhi!” he sobbed, grasping both her hands, “You’ve come back to me!” Haruhi snatched back her hands and continued on towards Hikaru, “Not quite.” She said, clearly annoyed but she smiled a little when Tamaki went into his ritual “dejection” pose. She hadn’t seen that in a long, long time. What made her even angrier was that Hikaru resumed to ignore her, “Kaoru!” he said, hugging his younger brother, “Don’t ever leave my side again!”

Kaoru patted him, resuming the usual “twincest” Host Club scenes, “I’ll never again leave you, Hikaru!”

Haruhi groaned and turned to leave. “Wait, Haruhi!” Tamaki yelled, running after her. He tried to think about something to make her stay, “You’ve—“ Tamaki searched her face for some sort of expression. Unfortunately for him, her face remained mono-toned.

“…You’ve grown out your hair!” Haruhi gave in, allowing the comment to let her stay longer, “Yeah,” she muttered, slapping his hand away as he tried to finger it, “When Hikaru told me I should grow it a month before graduation, I decided that college would be the best place to do it.” Tamaki froze, shocked, “H-Hikaru?” He went into a live version of the painting, “Scream”.

Hikaru blushed slightly and hid his face into Kaoru’s sleeve. He remembered that day very well.

“President Tamaki Suoh has suggested that we try the “Commoner’s” way of school life!” declared class president of the first year class, “We’re going to have…” Haruhi didn’t even bother to listen, “Class duties!”

Everyone sighed in awe except Haruhi and the twins. Haruhi ignored them because she was disgusted that chores were such a big deal to them. The twins didn’t react because they were simply…ignoring everybody.

“First up to do this task is Hikaru and Haruhi!” The girls squealed at the thought of this pair. Haruhi just rolled her eyes. This was going to be a long thirty minutes.

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“Haruhi?” Haruhi tilted her head and looked up at him with her bright brown eyes, “Yeah, Hikaru?” “Err…” Hikaru couldn’t manage to say the words out loud. Big mistake. This allowed Haruhi to (unknowingly) change the topic of the conversation. “Kaoru’s sick today?” “Yeah…” Hikaru replied.

“Haruhi,” he tried again, causing an impatient eyebrow to tilt up ever-so-slightly on her porcelain face, “You looked good in long hair,” he muttered, continuing with class duties, blushing furiously.

Haruhi pondered this, fingering the short cut she had kept for three years. “Hmm, really?” she said smiling slightly, cleaning the desk, “Whatever you say.”