Warning: Last chapter! I am so excited that this is the last chapter to this story, and I have finally completed one of the multi-chaptered stories I have started here. I promised that I wouldn't leave any of these stories unfinished, and I hope to keep my promise.

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"Agh," she felt an acute pain in her head suddenly. It made her pause and shudder.

What was it?

She cupped her forehead gently, trying to place the pain. It was so sharp and quick that she couldn't register it frankly. Maybe it was just the stress. Tomorrow, after all, was the first day of the school―of high school; of Ouran high school. She was so glad for that scholarship she had received and finally all her dreams would come true. She had vowed to become a lawyer and hoped her mother would be proud of her. She was on the right road for her goals to come true.

She put the bags on the ground and took a breath. She had bought so many things from the store when she had realized that there was a great sale there. The prices were just great and had saved so much money. She bowed and grabbed the bags and was about to continue to walk when her body was paralyzed in another wave of painful stroke that passed through her head. She dropped the bags surprised and rubbed her neck in confusion.

What was happening to her? Was she sick? As she thought this, she suddenly became very weak and nauseous. Her mouth watered and the saliva tasted bitter and unpleasant. She pressed her hand against her stomach when it started to bother her, making her want to throw up. It must have been something she had eaten yesterday. She didn't dare to move for a moment worried that the pain will come back or she will empty her stomach in the middle of the street. As she took a deep breath and was ready to walk home, she felt someone's hand on her head. When she turned startled and surprised she noticed couple of neighborhood kids running away. They were snickering and giggling under their breaths as if they had done something mischievous.

Haruhi touched the back of her head and frowned. These spoiled little brats had put a gum in her hair. Little jerks! She shook her head and grabbed the bags. She would take care of it when she gets home. Probably would just cut the hair off. She doubted there was any need to untangle her hair from the chewing gum. It was too much of a hassle, and she didn't have time for that crap.

The sun was bright, and it was shining on her back. She smiled that something from far above was warming her back. She hoped her mother was smiling down at her and was proud of her. After all, everything was to make her proud. She continued to walk home, closing her eyes, as if to strength her senses to feel the bright sunshine on her face.

There was nobody in the house when she got there. She quickly put all the products she bought in the fridge and went into the bathroom to cut her hair and the gum that was plastered on it. The scissors somehow were not in the drawer she kept them in and she wondered what her father did this time with them. He had the habit of taking things and never returning them into their place. She ended up collecting various things from the most obscure places in the house.

She sighed and turned for the door. Why was she feeling like she had missed something important? There was a nagging feeling in her throat and her body felt anxious, almost as if she had forgotten to use 90% off coupons in a local store. She rubbed her chest and walked out of the bathroom. Where were the scissors? She ended up collecting the make-up kit from behind the dishwasher last time, and she still couldn't figure out how it ended up there. Now, the item she was searching for must have been somewhere near.

She went through the drawers and looked even underneath them, but for some reason, she couldn't find them. After half an hour of fruitless search she slumped against the pillows on the couch and closed her eyes. What was this strange feeling? Why did she feel so sad? Was she so sad before? She wrinkled her nose. She had never felt anything like this before, the intense longing and need to be near someone she didn't know yet, someone who must have existed somewhere close. Feelings didn't make sense, and she wondered if that time of the month was coming close, and she was just being an overly emotional silly mess.

Maybe, there was someone over somewhere in the world who she didn't know yet, but her soul missed their presence anyways.

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"Haruhi," a soft voice reached her ears, "wake up, my cute, little girl. Why did you even fall asleep here?"

She opened her eyes slowly. Her father's face was hovering over her. He looked worried, but there was hint of amusement in his features as if finding her asleep in the kitchen was very funny. He smiled wildly, noticing her awoken eyes and gently brushed her hair back with his fingertips.

"Daddy is so happy to see you," he said with a gentle smile and stroked her face softly. "You are my adorable girl. What were you doing here? Are you excited for starting high school tomorrow. Your mother would be so proud of you and Daddy is very proud of you."

Haruhi's waking mind didn't register every word her father muttered, but she nodded dumbly and rubbed her eyes. Slowly, she became more alert and aware of her surroundings and the strange feeling came back as well. It squeezed her chest and made her feel tipsy. She sat straight and realized she had fallen asleep on the sofa in the kitchen. The gum in her hair had gotten a little wild. She sighed and got up.

"Dad, what did you do with the scissors?" she asked, yawning. "I need to cut my hair."

"I don't know," Ranka mumbled from the room, pulling something heavy out of his wardrobe. "Wait what? You want to cut your hair? No! Daddy doesn't want Haruhi to cut her precious hair. You look so cute with your locks. Why would you cut them?"

"Some kids thought it would be funny to smear their gum on my hair," she said with a sigh, remembering those little devils.

Ranka came running to her with a big box in his hands. He dropped the box and yanked her hair. "Let daddy see. I will clean the gum, don't cut your hair. You look so much like your mother with your hair like this."

There was sadness in his voice and Haruhi's desire to protest died out. If she looked like her mother, then she looked nice. If it made her father happy, she would bear the wasted time on her hair, trying to get rid of the gum.

And so she did. She sat patiently as her father used special ointment to remove the gum. He was so gentle with her hair and her drummed faster. She would always get mad with him, but her father was so caring and he had raised her all alone for so many years.

"There done!" he finally said putting away the gum he had removed from her hair. "Now you need to shower. Unfortunately oil is the best way to remove it."

Haruhi stood up and looked at her father's slender figure, leaving the room. She felt a strange sadness, longing. Her chest hurt, and she ran after him and wrapped her hands around her father's waist. Ranka stopped surprised, and Haruhi leaned her cheek against her father's back. Tears started to drop on their own.

"Haruhi," he murmured quitely.

"Dad, I might not always say this, but I love you," she said. "Thank you for everything and for my life and for your youth and for loving me so much."

"Haruhi," the tears ran down his face.

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The school was beautiful. It was built with tender rose-hued marbles and had the world's most magnificent landscape design. The gardens were lavish and so beautiful. They were full of pretty flowers even at this time of the year when the spring just started and the evergreens were standing high and proud across the golden gates of the school.

A bright flash of light passed in front of her eyes, leaving misty spots in her vision. Haruhi blinked and rubbed her eyes. She looked around and walked through the gate.

This feeling! it was so strange.

She sighed and stopped. Her chest was throbbing as if she had arrhythmia. She looked down and noticed that her hands were shaking.

This place it looked so familiar. It was as if she had walked in here million times.

She sat down on the sidewalk. She rubbed her chest, trying to calm down. She knew it was the excitement and the stress of being a high school student. She had got a scholarship to such a prestigious school and this was the first day. Obviously, she was very anxious. She took a deep breath and rubbed her temples in circle. Eventually, her breathing relaxed and the stinging sensation from her chest disappeared.

This trees and this buildings were foreign to her, but her mind was having a strange series of realizations that she couldn't quite catch. It was a sort of déjà vu that was so powerful, she almost felt like the world was a place she didn't know well.

She stood up and continued to walk. It wouldn't be good to be late the very first day. It would especially be bad for her reputation as an honor student.

"Princess, are you alright?" Haruhi turned to face a beautiful blonde boy, smiling at her tenderly. He held his arm outstretched.

Who was this guy? And what kind of manner of speech was that? Why did he call her princess? It sounded so lame.

"Er..." she stared into his pretty amethyst orbs. "I am fine, I guess. It's my first day here. I suppose I am nervous."

"It is your first day, huh?" the blonde smiled tenderly at her and then giggled. "You should come and visit host club then."

"Host club?" Haruhi rolled her eyes.

She knew what an host club was, but it sounded a little more familiar and important to her, for some reason. What was this guy speaking about? What host club could there possibly be at a school? She attempted a smile and nodded. She better run away from this psycho, before he did something weird.

"Will you come?" he asked―his voice hopeful.

"Yes," Haruhi lied, clumsily pulling away. The beautiful blonde's lips turned up into a bright smile.

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The first classes were unusual. She tried to remember the names of all her classmates even though she wasn't planning to become too close with anyone. There were twins in her class and for some unknown strange reason, she felt like she knew them. All of these students came from rich or well-known families, maybe she had seen them on TV or something.

She stayed in the classroom during the break and opened her bento. It was time to eat or she would faint right there, in the middle of the classroom.

"What are you eating?" an auburn-haired very attractive looking guy grinned at her with a catlike expression on his face. She blinked her eyes surprised.

He was so close... closer for her comfort zone. Close enough she could smell him. He smelled of fruits and paper and he was so familiar.

"Oh, are you struck by my handsome looks?" he asked smiling like he knew a secret. "My name is Hikaru, and you are?"

Wow! These kids were on the very humble side, weren't they? She wrinkled her face in indignation and let out barely audible sigh. "I am Haruhi," she simply decided not to engage in any conversation involving any remarks.

But Kami-sama, this guy looked so familiar. She couldn't shake the feeling off. Where had she seen him? There was something about his feline eyes and that smile he had on his lips that tingled her insides with the feelings of familiarity and knowledge. She gasped and gulped, widening her eyes with surprise when someone else put their hand on her shoulder and she turning back was stuck with an identical mirrored face.

"Hikaru," the guy pouted, but smiled at her for some reason. "How can you play with others without me?"

Haruhi twirled around and realized there were two of them. Was she having some strange hallucination? There were two exactly the same looking young men around her. She blinked, hoping the mirage would fade away and she would come to her senses.

"Are you twins?" she blurted out.

"Yes," Hikaru grinned.

"I am Kaoru," the other one introduced himself, and grabbed Haruhi's shoulders to turn her around. "And you are such a cute looking toy!"

What? Was he crazy?

"Um..." she shifted away. "Sorry, I need to go."

They looked at her with slight curiosity, but didn't say anything. There was just something strange that Haruhi felt when she felt their gaze, something so warm and familiar, even though they were looking like two plotting foxes.

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The library was on the last floor. She wished there was an elevator in this building. It was so annoying to climb all of those goddamn stairs up to the last floor. The steps were made if large marble blocks and the surface was so smooth and slick that she feared she would accidentally trip. She wondered how some of the female students with heels could go up and down on this stairs regularly without hurting their backs. She held the railing and walked up.

It was the end of the classes and thus there weren't many students thankfully. She felt overwhelmed by all the noise on her first day. How they study here if they all chatted during every single moment? This place felt so familiar. It felt like she had walked these stairs billion times and had been reading the books stocked in the library shelves.

She must have one of those deja vus. It was strange. Haruhi decided not to think about it. If she could just ignore the strange sensations for a few hours, she would get used to everything and her stress wouldn't make her feel strange things.

She wanted to find a peaceful corner and study. There were just so many people around, making her feel slightly claustrophobic, even though narrow spaces weren't exactly what made her scared. She sighed and put her schoolbag on one of the tables, approaching the tall shelves, trying to find the book she needed for an assignment. She narrowed her eyes, spotting the one she needed neatly stocked in the upper shelf. She was by no means short in height for a girl of her age, but the shelves were much more taller.

She extended her hand, trying to reach it, desperately standing on her toes like some fancy Prima ballerina. When her fingertips touching the lower corner of the book, air swished around her, like some sort of storm had just passed by. She stared at someone else hand grab the book off the shelf. Haruhi tilted her head and came face to face with a very tall, muscular guy, who looked like he had just stepped out of a panel painting styled in Edo period.

He handed the book to Haruhi, lowering his gaze and not uttering a word. Haruhi took the book with bewilderment and mouthed her gratitude with hesitance.

"Oh, Takashi," a small blonde called, jumping between them right into Haruhi's personal space, making the brunette almost stumbled over and topple down. "Oh, who are you?"

"Um... I am Fujioka Haruhi," she introduced herself completely perplexed by the little blonde's appearance.

"Haru-chan," the boy exclaimed, suddenly handing a little bunny to her. "Would you like to hug Usa-chan?"

"Um... no?" she blinked at them questioningly, not quite catching what was happening around her. "Do I know you?"

"Hmm, I am Mitskuni Huninozuka and this is Takeshi Morinozuka, my cousin and we are third year students at Ouran High school," he said with a warm smile, introducing the tall silent guy who had just helped Haruhi with the book she was trying to get. "It seems Mori liked you, he is quiet and reserved usually. But he is the silent type at the host club. Would you like to come to host club?"

"Um... well, I am new... and I might later on. Thank you for inviting," she said hurriedly, not quite believing that the little blonde is in his last year of schooling.

"I am sorry," the blonde spoke again, giving her a small smile. "You must think I am being overbearing."

"No such thing," Haruhi shook her hands, suddenly feeling like a monster for upsetting such an innocent looking and harmless person. "It's all new for me at this school and I I am just having a strange day," she admitted. "It's as if I should know something important that I have forgotten and it's in the back of my head, but I somehow cam't get there."

"Right," the dark haired student spoke for the first time, surprising his blonde tiny counterpart.

Honey smiled widely and nodded at Haruhi. "Then see you soon, Haru-chan," he said with sparkly eyes.

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The day had started strange. The nagging feeling on the back of her mind kept telling her that something was not right or was extremely right and she had lost pieces of a puzzle she was supposed to assemble. She felt like she had just woken up from a long dream and while she could still see some of the images in his mind the rest was faded and made less sense that when she was asleep. When she started thinking about it, it made less and less sense.

She walked down the stairs quickly, trying to leave the walls of a school colored like watered down haematic inkpaper. Her eagerness to leave the building made him reckless and she hurried down the steps with little caution and watchfulness. She didn't even notice how she missed a step and her feet got tangled into one another being misplaced. She lost her balance and fell over.

For a moment, Haruhi expected to feel pain, hear how her nose crunched against the marble, but instead she felt soft fabric surrounding her face, hold of warm hands on her body and smell of something familiar and needed. She yelped and stepped backwards.

"I am so sorry, I am so sorry," she hurried to apologize, and when her savior didn't respond, she lifted her eyes to stare at a young man.

A cold shiver passed through every bit of her skin, making her goosefleshed instantly. His eyes... His eyes were...

"You should be careful on the stairs," he spoke politely.

There was a glint in his grey eyes, but it was because... Haruhi blinked. Why was he crying? There were tears in this man's eyes and it made her feel strange longing, urge to wrap her hands around his neck. She gasped at the unwanted thought, wondering what was going on with her that she was thinking such absurd things about a mere stranger.

His eyes were. Metallic. They were lifeless. They reminded her of something. Something scary and menacing. Something that had plagues her nightmares since she was a child.

There were tears in his quicksilver eyes. He was staring at her with longing. He was staring at her like she was someone he had lost long time ago and now they had finally met.

He gulped and walked away. "Take care of yourself, Haruhi," he said as he parted away.

How did he know her name? And his smell... he smelled like home... warm and tender.

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"Is something the matter?" Ranka asked, looking at his little daughter who was biting her lip thoughtfully for half an hour already. She was staring at her book but her eyes didn't seem like were processing words. "Haruhi?"

"Huh?" she shifted on the couch and looked up at her father.

"Did something happen today?" he asked softly. "It was your first day in your new school. Was it good?"

"Hmmm," she murmured softly, thoughts scattered and her mind still focused on the silver-eyed boy he had met.

"Haruhi?" Ranka's fingers softly brushed her hair, placing the strands behind her ear. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"I don't know," she answered honestly. "I feel like I have forgotten something important... someone important."

Ranka sighed and patted on her shoulder. "If it's someone important, you will remember."

Haruhi nodded with a low sigh. She hoped he was right. The feeling in the pit of her stomach was overwhelming. She knew that feeling as fear and yet she didn't have any explanation to comfort herself for the sudden emotions. She felt lonely.

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"Haru-chan," the girl sat in the seat in front of her and wave her hands cheerfully to catch Haruhi's attention.

"Yes, Momoka-san," she lifted her head to look at her classmate.

"Um..." the girl blushed and started to fiddle with the little bow hanging from her dress. "I was thinking about going to the host club. Er... First year and all... it seems to be a fun place to make friends or talk to someone... um... but I don't feel comfortable going alone and the other girls it seems already went there, so they have booked.. um..."

"Okay," Haruhi nodded, deciding she couldn't take any more of her blabbering. "I will go with you. They invited me anyways. So, I guess that's a good reason."

"Oh," Momoka blushed. "You made friends with the hosts?"

"I wouldn't say I made friends with them," Haruhi shook her head. "But there is something... nevermind. It just feels like I must know more than I do."

"They always make you feel so comfortable that it feels like you actually know them for years, no?"

"Maybe," Haruhi smiled weakly.

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He looked at her from far away. Longingly. Wistfully. And those grey eyes had so much passion so much... storm in them. Haruhi's heartbeat picked up every time she looked at him and somehow their gazes met. But she didn't say anything and he kept his distance. It was a strange, odd feeling, and Haruhi found herself wanting to see him everywhere. When she arrived at school her eyes search for him in the groups of students. She searched for his face in the cafeteria and among and library students.

The loneliness constricted her chest, took away her breath. She knew deep in her heart that those eyes were familiar; they were home. They were filling her stomach with warmth. She started to long for him. He looked thoughtful. There was always deep sadness in his eyes whenever their gazes met.

"Are you daydreaming?" Renge chan's loud screech pulled her out of the daze she had fallen into.

Haruhi turned her head around nervously to look at her. "I am... um..."

She stammered, looking at the table where the host club boys were sitting. Hikaru, the auburn-haired angry twin winked at her, catching her eye.

"You are giving heart-eyes to the table on the corner?" Renge pointed at the host club table. "It better not be my Mori."

"What?" Haruhi looked at her in horror.

"Yeah," the redhead ignored her completely, crossing her palms wishfully. "I am calling dibs on him. But you can take the others."

"Okay," Haruhi mumbled quickly without thinking before Renge would wing her neck. She liked her neck where it was.

She almost fell from her seat when turning her head back to her bento box she came face to face with the host club's self-proclaimed king Suoh Tamaki. His amethyst eyes were sparkling. He was such a pretty guy.

"After an exhausting exam season we've decided to go for a short trip with the host club and you two are invited as well," he said, smiling gently.

"That sounds like a good plan," Renge screamed. "I can think of number of ways to get closer to Mori."

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"Stop being a coward and go talk to her," the blonde shook his head in disapproval.

"I don't understand what you are speaking about," Kyoya made a noncommittal noise, continuing to scroll the article he was reading on his expensive tablet.

Haruhi peeked at him from the corner of her eye, trying to catch the expression on his face. He turned and the way he looked at her made her heart fractured so painfully she could hear it crack in her chest. She felt pain in her stomach. It felt like someone was splitting her heart in half, cleaving it like t was firewood.

"Leave it, Tamaki," he murmured sadly, keeping his focus on Haruhi. "You are being a fool."

"I am being a fool?" Tamaki rolled his eyes infuriated. "You are the one pining after her like a moron who can't ever admit that he can have feelings. What are you scared of? Huh? That your father won't approve of it?"

Kyoya put his hand on the blonde's shoulder. "Stop this, please," he said closing his eyes.

She knew him, knew him intimately, closely. But she could not remember where from. She smiled at him and he smiled back.

Those eyes that reminded her of storms and pain looked at her like something hidden had been shown to them.

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"Try to breathe," Haruhi wound around to look at the person, her body was shaking. "It's alright, concentrate on my voice. You are safe."

She was alone while others were dancing and singing in the drawing room after the long day at beach. She went for Renge's sake. These gather-ups weren't for her. They made her feel exhausted. The thunder exploded outside, making her sob.

"You are so silly, Haruhi," he murmured, kneeling down. "Being so bold and smart and yet here you are scared of thunderstorm."

She clutched his shirt in her grip. His scent brushed against her senses, and she sighed, feeling such familiarity in this stranger's arms. "I feel like I know you from somewhere," she cried, shaking as another burst of thunder roared outside. "I feel like I know you."

His eyes were shining in the darkness of the room. The thin film of tears was visible every time the sky exploded with fire. She looked into his eyes and he looked back into his.

She leaned closer, her heart trembling, tearing into pieces, her breathe freezing in her throat. Her lips touched his and she heard the soft gasp that left his mouth.

Please don't forget me...

Haruhi's heart stopped. Old memories rushed like heavy rain and left her drenched in cold hail. She choked in his arms, her body warming up slowly.

"Kyoya," she mumbled. "I remember you now."

"I missed you," he whispered, peppering kisses on her temple and cheeks. "I have missed you. When you showed up at school, I thought I was getting mad. I thought I was hallucinating. I had seen you die so many times in my arms and no matter what I did..."

"Wait," Haruhi stopped him. "No, you were the one who was dying... every time..."

"What?" he cupped her face gently. "She said I won't be able to save you no matter what I do. And no matter what I did you always died."

"You saved me," she said, putting her head down on his shoulder. "You saved me..."

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"This is all my fault," Tamaki cried. "All my fault."

One of the twins leaned over and put his hand on the blonde's shoulder. "It's not your fault."

"They both died and it's my fault," Tamaki cried, pushing the twin away.

Everyone was silent. Tamaki never went to the funeral. He never said goodbye to any of them. He didn't want to say goodbyes. They were not dead. They were alive. Somewhere.

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"I love you, Kyoya," she smiled into his mouth.

"I love you," he said in a quiet whisper, voice filled with reverence and adoration. "In this life, in the next, in all of them, wherever you will be and however and whoever you will be, I love you, Haruhi."

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Ende

Thank you for reading. :)