Rika Ootori stepped off of her plane in America, her suitcases on a trolley. She walked to the waiting limousine and stepped in.
"Take me home," she ordered the driver, passing him an extra tip. "Step on it." She took out her phone and typed in a number, her nails making a slight tapping on the screen. Her phone dialed a number and someone on the other end answered.
"...I've arrived," she told the person on the other end of the line.
"Congratulations." The answer on the other end was soft. "You returned to studying." Rika frowned.
"I'm sorry, but my degree needs to be finished and my semester was over." Her sister sighed on the other end of the line.
"How much longer?" Rika looked out of the window sadly.
"I don't know."
"Really?"
"I'm sorry."
"No, just don't tell Haruhi yet." Rika nodded.
"Yes Father," she agreed. "But I need to go. I have matters to catch up on." She heard hr father sigh.
"Call me when you can." Rika smiled forlornly.
"Of course," she answered, ending her call.
A/N: Happy weekend everyone! School has been hectic but I somehow found the time to type this up! See if you can spot what I did! And as always, I do not own OHSHC
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Host Club Mother
FanfictionKyoya was the mother of the Host Club until Haruhi's sister Rika returned from a trip abroad. With teaching requirements from her school in America, Rika begins a semester of teaching at Ouran Academy. How will her presence at Ouran affect the Host...
