The Reason Why (ohshc fanfic)~(Kyoya x oc)~(Haruhi's twin sister)

Have you ever wondered why Haruhi is afraid of thunder and lighting? Or why she's so emotionless? Well this is the story of Athena Fujioka, the cause.

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Hi, my name is Athena Fujioka. If you couldn't tell by the last name, I am Haruhi's sister. Older twin sister actually. Let's start from the beginning, shall we?

Prologue (a year after their mom's death)

"Come on Haruhi! Let's go play outside," I yelled at my sister. She was wearing a light pink, sleeveless top and jeans that went to her knees. Her light brown hair was in a ponytail, reaching her mid-back. I was wearing a similar outfit, it being a light blue, sleeveless top and jeans that went to my knees. My hair was also in a ponytail, but reached my waist.

"Okay, okay. I'm coming," Haruhi giggled as I pulled her out the front door. A cool breeze rushed toward us, blowing the stray strands of hair out of our face. I had to squint my eyes so they could adjust to the bright light.

Still holding Haruhi's wrist, I pulled her to a close by tree. From there I let her wrist fall from my grasp, and started to climb up. Once I got up high enough to be concealed by the leaves, I turned around to see Haruhi right behind me. We both got in a comfortable spot and looked at each other. We talked about our day, things we say, boys, girls, people, our thoughts, anything.

Those were the days...

It felt like it had only been five minutes before our father came out to get us. He had a sad look on his face, but it was mixed with something. Something like frustration, or anger. I couldn't really tell at the time. He called out our names, causing us to jump off of the tree. Unlike normal parents, daddy wasn't shocked about the way we got out of the tree. He was cool like that.

A short walk later, we were at the apartment. Inside there was a middle aged woman, maybe in her late thirties. She had long brown hair, like our mothers. She was about the same hieght as our daddy. Her clothes consisted of a grey pencil skirt, grey blazer, and white colared shirt. To put it simply, she looke boring. No fun.

"Hello girls, I'm your aunt Ranji. One of you will be coming to stay with me." The way she said it made her sound as if it was a prize to be won. I looked back to my father to see if it was true, he just nodded looking down. My head snapped back to her as she began talking again, "So which one of you wants to live with me?" Turning to Haruhi I saw she had tears brimming in her eyes. She looked as if she was about to say something. Being the older protective sibling I am, I spoke up first.

"I'll go..." Haruhi turned to me, but didn't say a word. She didn't need to though, her eyes said it all. She was in disbelief, sadness, and other things I couldn't see clearly because of the tears forming in my eyes. I couldn't cry, if I cried Haruhi would too. And i didn't need that. I didn't want my last memory of Haruhi to be her crying or vise versa. I didn't know how ling I was going to be gone. With my head held high, I asked the most important question to me and Haruhi.

"How long would I be gone?"

"Untill you are eighteen."

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I had packed all of my belongings (my guitar, some pictures, my clothes, a light blue phone, jewelry, etc.) into the back of aunt Ranji's car. I said goodbye to Haruhi and daddy-I would miss them dearly-and got in the passenger seat of the car. Aunt Ranji got in the drivers' side and we took off. A small tear rolled down my cheeck, just to be wiped away by the back of my hand. I soon fell asleep to the vibration of the car.

Ello readers of this crappy story, i just want to say that i don't own Ouran Highschool Host Club, or thier character. I only own Athena and aunt Ranji. Comment what you think, I'll take good and bad comments, anything helps really.