I was on my way to japan to live in an apartment near my Best friend , practically sister.
Haruhi , we go back years, are parents were friends . We did everything together....Then it all changed . One day, one small simple thing and it was all ripped away.I shook the thought from my head as I was now standing in the airport. " Y/N!" I looked over to the voice to see .. A boy running towards me. " wait a sec.." I said silently to myself, "HARUHI! What happen to your hair " .she stop running towards me and gave me that come-on-really stare. " I was just as.." She cut me off " well y/n I cut it because I had gotten gum stuck in my hair,"it's nice".haruhi and I were catching up a bit but there wasn't much to catch up on. She did, however, mention this host club.She didn't get to elaborate any because they were helping me move in. "thanks , see you later" I said before they left.I turn around to start in packing only to see the door burst open. " Oh I still can't believe my baby's back" Haruhi's dad was giving me a squeeze well reminding me I was eating at their house. " okay ranka , get off me" you could barely hear me since all the air was being squeezed out of me. " Oh sorry y/n be there at 8 sweetly" . Once he left I pulled my h/c hair in a pony tale and started unpacking. I started with the pictures, which I'd hang on the wall most likely near my instruments. I started pulling out pictures, mostly of me and Haruhi as little kids. we were so cute..What happened?
I smiled and pulled out it the next photo one, of the ladies that made this all possible, me coming to Japan and going to be enrolled at Ouran . I don't exactly remember her name but she was a beautiful kind woman. Who told the greatest fairy tales of prince and princesses. As I reached for the last photo my smile fades, it was a picture , a picture of me and my family one were I was very young the one before my mom died before I was alone .
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Ouran x sorta depressed reader
FanfictionYou had a trouble past but always bounced back . You loved alone, lived alone, were alone,. ( you are the independent black woman's dat need no mans) But you meet some new and old Friends who tear you out of Your shell. is it to help you or to hurt...