((A/n: Hello and Welcome! You're so welcomed to the awesome side of the internet! I'm really sorry for not updating for a whole month! I just uploaded the last chapter and I hope everyone enjoyed it! I've been busy with college and writing other fanfictions that I have yet to complete. One's in the workings of it though!

So...have you guys figured out what kind of personality Haruka has because even I'm confused. I just write whatever comes to my mind and slap it down before I even think about and come two days later and I change it again because I think of the previous idea as stupid. Bleh.

HS: Someone's a perfectionist..

KAS: I'm Sorry~! I must make everything perfect and even! I can't concentrate when that closet is full of clothes that's not colour coronated! EVERYTHING MUST BE IN ORDER!

Host Club & Shiraga/Edelstein family: *sweatdrops and try to keep their distance*

KAS: Don't think I don't see you guys over there! I'm a serious fanfiction writer that takes her job seriously!

HS: That explains the unfinished fanfiction lying around your computer..

KAS: TT~TT I'm doing my best!

Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club, many mentioned fandoms (Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Narnia, Homestuck, Black Butler, Uta No Prince Sama, Sherlock, Hetalia *Best for last*, ect.) I only own my OC's and the fanfiction. *disappears into the sunset while riding on Finland's Santa sled*

KAS: OH! I'll BE CHANGING POV'S FREQUENLY JUST TO HAVE SOME FUNSIES! If it annoys anyone, let me know *Don't be afraid to have your voice heard but at least be polite about it though!*))

Where was the emotion to be felt with the songs I was playing at every competition? Had it never had a heart?

When have I started to think that these competitions held no meaning whatsoever? When did I start playing much more differently every time I went onto that stage and then that sickening sharp stinging pain echoed through my face...

"Haruka! What do you think you're doing!? I have told you that you must memorise these and play it as it is! You are to not modify it anyway! Play it in the way it is written!"

My father scolded me - he beat the lessons to me...he'd yell at me when I started to play a wrong key or stray and play it wasn't written as. He never showed mercy, especially when I started crying or when my fingers grew tired from the daily lessons. Shou Shiraga hates going out of line and straying from the book.

"We'll go to Europe and you shall be the musician worthy of Shou Shiraga's successor! My little genius, Haruka!"

I started to hate that man; I hated him so much that I even started to hate myself because I am his daughter. I look exactly like him...that's why I hate the colour blue and I hate going by the book. I hate it! I hate him and all of this stupid competition!

Yet...

"Bloody hell!" The very familiar British Accent echoed through the room as the young musician rummaged through her satchel furiously to look for a very special item given to her on her birthday. It wasn't very valuable per say, but who was to judge it by being the latest model of the Ipod touch thanks to her oldest brother, Natsu, and his connection. Along with the item was a customised protective case that had the well known Union Jack and attached to it was some Harry Potter headphones that had the drawing of the Hogwarts coat of arms. Gone. It had disappeared somehow from that satchel that didn't have any holes and not that Haruka would have recalled, had anyone touch her belongings without her permission.

Her disbelief towards this wasn't noticed by Tamaki, whom carefully asked what was wrong. Not really in a pleasant mood, Haruka whipped her head to look at the blond French-Japanese boy and glared at him. Tamaki didn't seem to notice this anyhow.

"My Ipod touch disappeared on me, ya' git!" The young musician yelled at her friend/acquaintance. Haruka and Tamaki became friends not long after Haruka started school at Ouran, but their friendship seemed genuine compared to the friendship their fathers shared. That's right, when they were younger, their fathers were friends in school and continued to be so to right now, so it seemed to be common knowledge that Haruka and Tamaki would befriend each other at one point in time. However, no one would have really predicted how well off their friendship would be since Haruka never holds back on her scolding and always comes up with something to tease her friend.

"Where did you lose it?" He asked, glancing down at the young musician's satchel, surprised to see it all colour coded.

"Maybe before I came to the club today. I know I had it in here because I was listening to it during lunch." The girl said, fight off some tears that had tried to escape her eyes. Onlookers watched at the moment both Tamaki and Haruka were sharing - caring for each other as if they really were siblings.

"That Ipod holds a lot of sentimental value - it's one of the few things Natsu got for me while I was in London."

"Worry not Haruka! I shall have everyone look around the entire school for the Ipod! But first, can I get a hug from my darling little sister?" The princely aura had been replaced by the aura of a doting brother that gave Haruka a cold chill. Being the only daughter of six children and the youngest, she had enough doting in her lifetime that it might as well continue towards the next because of her five older brothers. They were protective, doting, easily moved by everything Haruka does, etc. If it hadn't been for the aura, Haruka might have been impressed by the blondes actions to find her Ipod.

"I'm British, Tamaki. I only show affection towards dogs and horses." Haruka said bluntly, a habit that she received from Haruhi from hanging out with one another.

"Don't be like that, Haruka! I know you have a soft side that likes to show affection ever since last chapter-! AH!" Tamaki was only two inches away from having a pen being lodged into his head and Haruka looked at him with a blank expression that just scared him a little more than usual, but if it hadn't been for the kimono she was wearing that restricted most of her movement, that pen could have done more damage and he would have been scared of her if he didn't notice how cute she looked.

"Bollocks! And don't break the fourth wall!" Haruka exclaimed, now noticing the happy dazed face the Host Clubs king had on.

"Haruka's so cute! Even when she's mad, she's still so cute!" He said, only to make the blue eyed girl even more mad and started to take off her shoes to throw them at the bumbling idiot that was her friend.

"How dare you call me cute! Just because I'm wearing a kimono, you have no right to call me cute!" Haruka yelled, walking off to God only knows where. Her pouting face wasn't making things even better as she ignored all the squeals of the girls commenting on her adorableness - if she had it anyways. She was always someone that would get flustered by one little compliment, all started from her brothers and mother who always bought dresses and took photos of her in them. One day, she decided she had enough of being flustered and having red cheeks that she picked up a table and threw it at one of her blonde haired brothers just as soon as he was taking a picture. That's how Haruka now responds to compliments about her appearance, but she barely does anything towards close friends.

The kimono was a light pink that faded to a light snowy white at the bottom covered in a bright red/yellow floral pattern, her obi was a reddish-magenta colour, but one wouldn't take notice toward the colour of the kimono, but the beauty that she had brought out soon enough when her hair, side bangs and front bangs loosely hanging around her round head while the rest of her hair was tied up in an "up-do" ponytail with yellow beads and white lilies as hair ornaments to at least try to bring attention from the blue eyes, but all it did was just add to the appeal of it all. Her eyes what shone the most out of a sea of pink and white. Strange say, even Kyoya was partially bewildered at the short young prodigy, whom was currently trying to fight off this fluttering feeling behind his cheeks.

"Oh my, Haruka! You look so stunning! Are you sure it's your first time wearing a kimono?" One of Haruka's female friends and a regular guest of the club, Hime Masamune, asked in excitement as she circled around the young musician, who looked at the short haired ravenette confused, as if to find a stance of familiarity in wearing such clothes.

"No. Can't say I have." Haruka responded, going deep into her thoughts to remember anything prior to only wearing western styled clothing. Nothing. "I never set foot in Japan since I was five or six. Even before that, my family and I never had the time to enjoy the festivals; I would always go to the recitals and competitions with my Dad and uncle."

Even if she had the chance to try on a kimono, the chances were pulled away from her immediately since Shou would drag her toward another competition.

"What about Christmas? New Years?" Yuko, a friend of Hime's and now friend of Haruka's, asked curiously and worriedly for the young musician.

"There was barely anything scheduled on those days for me. When that happened, I'd stay in England and in the dorms all by myself and talk to everyone over video chat."

"OH YOU POOR THING!" The two girls brought the young musician into a tight bear hug, not intended to ever let go for they felt extreme pity for their new friend that seemed even more confused about everything than anything else. Maybe after talking and hanging out with Haruhi often in school has sort of rubbed off on Haruka nowadays. "WE'LL COME OVER TO YOUR HOUSE DURING CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR IF YOU'RE ALONE AGAIN! WE WON'T LEAVE YOU!"

Strange as it is, these two remind her so much of two other girls that she fortunately befriended thanks to Arthur during the beginning of middle school. They were Victoria and Alice - friends since they were in diapers and always protected Haruka whenever the guys couldn't be around so often. They were also the two that always shared girl stuff and played around with make-up whenever they had the chance.

"T-t-that'll be d-d-delightful, loves...but...that won't happen...i-if I can't breathe!" Haruka said in different times, struggling to breath just like the time Tamaki had enveloped her and Haruhi in a similar bear hug, but not one where she felt sandwiched.

Who is Haruka Shiraga? Haruka is a sixteen year old girl who happens to be a music prodigy and has showed signs of such ever since she was three years old. To this day, she continues to be called the "Mozart" of her generation like her uncle who was also called "Mozart" during his time as a boy in Europe. Haruka has been studying music and playing it for so long that it comes to her as second nature. However, her once sparkling future of loving competitions and recital came to an erupt end when she could no longer feel the emotion in the songs she played - like a machine memorising the entire song perfectly without messing up. A machine with no heart. She had tried countless times to ask her father to stop making her play the songs, but it was of no use, brushing the whole situation as a "phase" where she'll grow out of it soon enough and come to her senses. Angered, she decide to practice music in creating her own songs and playing the many songs that she's come to love to make listeners feel what she feels when she played it. After all music should be played so the emotion the writer of the song is being felt by the listener. Music moves people around and around.

"Ah. Haruka sure looks so adorable. Just look at her cute expression! That kimono was just made for her. She really looks good in pink and white." Roderich complimented, already in a daze and smiled happily, much to Haruka's displeasure who turned away and started walking over to Haruhi to help her out with anything. Kyoya, who had Roderich as company since Roderich is just the advisor for the Host club, glanced up at the adult before him and raised an eyebrow at his comment.

"Are you really sure you're her uncle? You sound awfully like a dotting father." Kyoya said, a smirk across his lips when he saw the violet eyed Austrian freeze when he was just about to drink his cup of earl grey tea made by Haruka herself but he just recomposed himself, taking a deep breath before he started to speak passionately.

"OF COURSE I'M HER UNCLE! Although, I wouldn't mind if she was my daughter. I'm guessing she would have grown up much more differently by then if only I intervened sooner." The Austrian said, the sound of regret clearly sounding through his voice that the two males caught on it. Kyoya was just about to comment on it when Roderich chuckled lightly and told him to ignore everything and just enjoy the cup of tea.

'Strange.' Kyoya thought, taking on Roderichs advice, bringing the Royal London tea cup to his lips, suprised at the taste of it. Neither sweet nor bland. 'What did he mean if only he intervened sooner? Would Haruka have grown differently than before?' The raven haired boy asked himself and found himself looking at the girl sitting down right at the corner near a window, talking to Hime and Yuko, giggling at whatever they were talking about. Again, there was a fluttering feeling in his stomach at just the sight of the girls smile. He had already taken something that would relieve him of this feeling, but it seemed that it didn't work for that feeling came back.

"Haruka!" Hikaru, along with his twin brother, walked toward the group of girls that Haruka was talking to and they looked up, curious at his actions. The boys then pulled out a few sweets in the shape of flowers and placed them gently on Haruka's palm; both boys surprised at how small her hands are. Then again, she was a foot shorter than them so it really should surprise them.

"What are these?" The Brit asked, looking down at the flowery sweets.

"They're sweets - Japanese teacakes. Thought you might like them." Kaoru said, clearly satisfied at the reaction he got from the young musician. Haruka's cheeks flared into a red/pink tint, her lips puckered into a pout and her blue eyes looked down on the ground. She didn't think the twins would give her sweets especially ones that she'd never seen or tasted before. They were in a strange yet cute shape.

"T-t-thanks...Weasely twin ginger wannabes." Haruka beamed, still unable to say 'Hikaru and Kaoru', which left the two boys dishearted because they wanted this Brit to at least say their real names at least once!

"Can't you at least say our names properly, Haruka?" said Hikaru.

"Do you seriously see us as nothing but Fred and George Weasely?" Finished Kaoru while Haruka pondered about it.

"Well, you two are similar to them. You cause a lot of trouble for all of us, but you might mean we- eh?" Haruka had quickly caught sight of a girl right at the doorway, looking on towards the club from a distance and just stayed in the shadow. The twins wondered what their blue-eyed friend was staring at and then followed the direction to then see the girl Haruka saw.

"Looks like the club has a new guest." They said in unison. She didn't know how, but the two red heads disappeared from her side, rushing over to the girl to invite her over to the club. Before Haruka knew what was happening, she saw Tamaki come over, saying to be courteous towards first time guests, but he ended up getting slapped by they girl.

"NO! DON'T TOUCH ME! YOU'RE PHONY!" The girl said, surprising everyone in the club, even Roderich who was surprised at the girls strength.

"What do you mean Phony?!" Tamaki said, panicking and holding onto his reddened face from the slap.

"JUST WHAT I SAID! YOU'RE PHONY! I FIND IT HARD TO BELIEVE THAT YOU ARE THE PRINCE CHARACTER OF THIS HOST CLUB! YOU SHOULDN'T GO SPREADING YOUR LOVE AROUND SO EASILY! YOU STUPID! YOU MUST BE A DIMWITTED NARCISSIST! YOU'RE INCOMPETENT! YOU'RE A COMMONER! YOU'RE DISGUSTING!"

One thing after another, everyone soon found out that this girl happened to be Kyoya's fiancee.

WHAAAAATTTT!?

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"I'm really sorry about all this. I'm Renge Hoshakuji and I'll be transferring to Class 1-A starting tomorrow." The Mysterious person happens to be someone that Haruka now knew was raised in France and all those terrible memories from her brother just rushed back at her like a hurricane. Now there's three people Haruka knew that are from France. Well, it's not like she hates the country, she's just become to hate how prideful her brother talked about the country and it annoyed her. It's obvious the UK is the best country in the world.

"Why is mi'lord so depressed?" The twins asked, looking at the blonde boy sitting all by himself at a corner. Everyone else just looked on and Kyoya seemed irritated because Tamaki was acting childish again.

"Because 'Mommy' was keeping a secret from 'Daddy'." Hikaru said, almost ready to break into a smile if it wasn't for Kyoya being beside him during the time. If Kyoya didn't look irritated before, he sure did now.

"Whatever. Why is everyone keep insisting on us being husband and wife?" Kyoya asked.

"I don't know, 'mum'. I haven't the slightest idea." Haruka snickered, clearly unafraid and wanting to tease Kyoya about this. Maybe things are better than other ones. For instance, she's better off being 'Sister/Auntie' than 'Mom/wife', unlike an unfortunate Cool host club member. (Sucks to be him!)

"AH! Our story was love at first sight!" The girl with the pink bow said, blushing and gushing about the romantic moments she might talk about in a few seconds. "I couldn't resist the way you adored those flowers in the backyard when you thought no one else was looking! And how sweet it was when you reached out to that poor little injured kitten!"

'Otaku...Anime fangirl...Otome fangirl...' Haruka thought, keeping on her PokerFace as much as she could because she has learned to deal with these kinds of people. Heck, she WAS one! A Harry Potter fangirl though, but because of Natsu, her eldest brother, was such an anime fan, she's seen her fair share of anime and played a few Otome games.

"Couldn't you have the wrong person?" Haruhi asked curiously, not realising that she was hurting the person that was trying to piece together what the heck was going on. Renge stood in front of the crossdressing girl and yelled.

"NO WAY! I COULD RECOGNIZE MY LOVE ANYWHERE! He's a kind man who's kind to everyone but doesn't ask for anything in return! He likes solitude, but in fact, sometimes he gets lonely! He looks like the star of the popular dating game, Uki-Doki Memorial! You're my real life ICHIJO MIYABI!" The anime/otome fangirl said, quickly turning to Kyoya and pointed her finger at him, smiling and everything had gone quiet until Tamaki and the twins started screaming that the girl was an Otaku. Before all of this happened, everyone was running around, trying to figure to figure out what guy Renge was talking about. I mean, Kyoya is not that type of guy.

"Did you say Uki-Doki Memorial?" Haruka calmly asked, not even noticing the worried glances and silent screams for the hyperactive trio that's made up of gingers and a blonde trying to get their friend out of trouble. Renge took a quick glance at the young musician and smiled.

"Have you played it?" She asked softly.

"I'm finished with Miyabi's Lovely-Happy ending. Recently, I'm on Kyouta's because I want to finish all of the game routes."

"You finished Miyabi's route!? When did you get it!?"

"My eldest brother has great relations with the company that made the game and because of his support, they gave him the game and he gave it to me. Along with that, he bought me some Harry Potter stuff."

"You're a Potter head!? QUICK! SAY YOUR HOUSE!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"ME TOO!"

"NO WAY! QUICK! On the count of three, we'll say our OTP of Harry Potter! Ready?" Renge nodded and Haruka commenced her countdown.

"3...2...1..."

"DRAMIONE!"

The two girls looked at each other, quickly clasping each others hands and smiled.

"COMARADE!" They exclaimed, not really bothering to pay attention to the strange glances the Host club and Roderich were giving to the two girls while they were exchanging their Pottermore account names with each other.

'Oh that's right...when two people have the same interest...Ex: Harry Potter, they're bound to be the best of friends...but what the heck is Dramione?' Roderich asked himself, sweat running down his cheek and watched the scene before him unfold.

"It was so obvious he liked her! The writer even loved that ship! Ron and Hermione is cute, but Draco and Hermione is ADORABLE! I have a lot of fanfics and fan art of that pair on my phone!"

"I write fanfics about it! I might be able to draw Doujinshi soon."

"Can I be the proofreader?!"

"Of course! Oh, do you like any other anime's or books/mangas?" Renge asked and Haruka commenced into her passionate listing of many books/manga and anime.

"Of course! Black Butler, Your Lie in April, Kimi no Todoke, Honey and Clover, Uta no Prince Sama, Toradora!, Diabolik Lovers, Brothers Conflict! I also like Infectious Teachers that Otome game created by Rejet!"

"OH I know what you're talking about! Kaname is so handsome! I wouldn't mind getting stuck with him in his special classes!"

"Me either! He has such hypnotic red eyes and such a cool style! But...my one true love is Draco Malfoy!"

Let us just safely say that a new friendship had formed that day and a new threat has arrived in the host club and they had to turn to the guardian of the threat.

Anyways, Haruka returned to the side of sanity and nonfangirliness, very eager to share her new found information that she had just learned.

"She's not Kyoya's fiancee." She bluntly said, bringing everyone, minus the girl that came from France, into a group circle since Renge was busy running around the whole room, screaming about what kind of wedding Kyoya and she will have and how lovey-dovey they will be.

"What?! How do you know that!?" Asked Tamaki, "Did you have a girl talk with Renge?!"

"In a way, yes! AND STOP TOUCHING ME! DIDN'T YOU USE YOUR EYES!? I WAS PRACTICALLY INVESTIGATING HER THE ENTIRE TIME!" Haruka screamed at the blonde, pushing him off of him, pushing down the growing blush from her cheeks and huffed out a sigh with her hands on her hips.

"She basically projected her love for Ichijo Miyabi towards Kyoya since they look a lot like each other."

"Oh, I get it now." Kyoya said, "Because of her intense love for Miyabi, she easily confused him with me and deluded herself into thinking we're married. I assume this Miyabi has glasses, yes?" He asked to the young musician who nodded back, looking at Renge still running around with hearts now flying around her.

"So, you're not really her fiance?" Tamaki asked his bespectacled friend, who still didn't seem indifferent about it.

"No, I don't ever remember asking her hand in marriage. In fact this is the first time I ever met the woman." At this, Tamaki faceplanted onto the back of the sofa.

"You could have said something sooner, you know Kyoya-senpai."

"Eh? Senpai? Wait, is that another honorific here in Japan for your senior?" The blue eyed girl said curiously, still trying to understand how to properly use the honorifics despite reading and hearing how to use them. The poor girl. While all of this was happening, Renge had the time to admit she had done research about the club and found out that Kyoya was the one that managed the Host Clubs financial reports and has now claimed herself to be the Host Clubs manager from now on.

"Kyoya..." Tamaki said, a little worried about all of this. Kyoya didn't do anything, but smile and shrug this off in the manner he is so famous for.

"She's the daughter of a very important Ootori client, so I expect everyone to act politely around her. Although, I'm not at least worried about a few people." His eyes adverted to the blue eyed musician and the violet eyed music teacher chatting happily with Renge.

"I'm looking forward working with you...eh...I didn't get your name." Renge said and Haruka blinked then smiled.

"I'm Haruka Shiraga. I started school here not a while ago since I was in London ever since I was five." She said.

"London?! I've never been to London! Tell me, do you know plenty of British hottie's?!"

"Oh, where do I start. Well, the world obviously knows of Tom Felton, Matt Smith, David Tennant, Daniel Radcliff. Oh, there's also that actor for the movie, From Salzburg To You, Alistair Raleigh." ((I totally made this part up about the movie and actor. If there's anyone in relation with the name, my apologies.))

"That movie was phenomenal! That movie was number one in the box office!"

"Lady Veronica Knightly was asked to have the book made into a movie! Rumour is that she's writing the epilogue of the novel and then it'll be made into a movie too."

"Really?! I must get that book and watch the movie when it first comes out! That or I can bribe my way into getting top secret info from the producers and writers."

"That's what I was going to do."

"When one fangirl meets another fangirl within the same fandom, they're bound to create an amazing friendship." Roderich muttered and has never been right on one thing so much.

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Wherever Haruka was at, Renge was sure to follow since they were buddies and it didn't take long for Hime, Yuko and two more girls to get along so fantastically especially on one day Haruka had invited them all to her home and they all watched eight movies of Harry Potter and that From Salzburg To You movie. It's easy to say that four more girls in the world had now become Harry Potter fans.

"It's no wonder Frederick was so enamoured by Anya! A love story during college and about growing up in those times. It's such a romantic movie." Yuko said, her eyes in a far away dreamy

look that one could tell that she had the movie still fresh in her mind.

"Anya's a strong girl and it's adorable that she never had a boyfriend until she decided to go to Salzburg and meets Friedrick. A love born in a foreign country - every girls dream. I think Veronica Knightly is a genius!"

"Genius! She's brilliant! Not only did you all cry in that movie, you cried in Harry Potter too!"

"I wasn't crying! My eyes were just glistening with the ghosts of my past!" Rei yelled, making all the girls laugh as they walked down the hall, not really caring that some people were looking at them, wondering what the heck is making them smile so much for a Saturday morning.

"Come on, girls. We gotta get to class. We'll talk more at lunch." Haruka said, pulling Renge with her as they headed to class 1-A while the others were going to either 1-B or 2-A.

Meanwhile in the background, a blonde was crying tears of joy while a brunet, violet haired man who was smiling at the blue eyed girl socialising more than ever and not even isolating herself from many people around her. Roderich knew that Haruka was starting to grow up and he was happy about that - no longer was she going to be like before where there were few people that'll never harm her or haver her look around her back in constant fear. Whoa

"Did she ever act this way before Ouran, Mr. Edelstein?" Tamaki asked curiously and seriously - as so for he wanted to know about the girl. Roderich noticed his curiosity and replaced his smile with a displeased frown that matched the one that he gave to the Allendale Academy's School System and teachers. He hated to see the weak trampled on and beaten without a good reason and that's what Haruka's peers (aside from her close friends) were doing to her - targeting her.

"No. In fact, she was much more polite and her smiles were less real than now." Roderich said, now remembering the tears streaming down the blue eyed musicians cheeks, "She had a very small group of friends, Tamaki, about four or five. They were always around her to make sure nothing happened to her - especially a boy named Arthur Kirkland."

"What do you mean 'to make sure nothing happened to her'? Wait..." Then, he remembered very well how Haruka had acted when Misaki called many cruel names and saw, though briefly, how Haruka froze in place and covered her face as if she knew she was going to be slapped or worse. That's when everything was pieced together for him.

Haruka was a victim of bullying - both physically and mentally.

"She was...bullied?"

"Unfortunately, yes. As her uncle, I couldn't stand how her own father brushed all that bullying as constant teasing so, I had decided to pull some strings to get her to transfer to Ouran here in Japan under my supervision. Even though she had that Arthur Kirkland boy, his father being the head of Parliament, it still wasn't enough. I just hope what I'm doing is enough for her to grow up without having to worry so much."

"But...if she's able to smile that much Mr. Edelstein after what you say she's been through, don't you think she's happy already?"

"You have a point there, Suoh...But-" And just like that, the conversation the two males shared was interrupted by a blue eyed musician with a scowl on her face and her arms crossed.

"Is there a reason why you two are standing right here?" She asked in her usual British accent that was ticked off as high as one could go. Tamaki turned around to ask for help from the girls uncle, but Roderich was already walking away down the hall to meet up with his students for the new lesson on the three different majors today. Haruka was still looking up at Tamaki in annoyance and by the way she could through a small pen and make it lodged into a wall like the other day, then there's a chance that he could die...by 5%...if he's careful with his words at least, but we all know the chances of those.

"Er...um...I was just talking to father and told me...how hurt you were back in England." He said, quickly noticing the fallen look in the blue eyes that Haruka switched to, but quickly turned to the proud look that didn't seem to want to disappear no matter how tempting it was to do so.

"It's my fault for believing my idiot of a father." Haruka spitefully said Before, Tamaki always thought his fathers friend, Shou Shiraga, was an amazing friend and a real genius in the music world that he was able to climb up from the very bottom and become very successful. Hearing from Haruka's own mouth that she hated her own father - He had now started to see a new image of Shou Shiraga.

"But now that you know, I don't want you telling other people! Got it?"

"What? Haruka, what you've been through is a serious matter. What if the incident with Misaki happened again and I or the others won't be there?"

"It's not going to happen, ya' twit. I was caught off guard, that's all. Besides," Her hands messed with the red ribbon on her collar and looked down on the ground, "Everyone else already has their own problems."

"What does she mean by that?" Tamaki asked himself, but his thoughts were quickly interrupted when the said girl came and hit him in the head.

"So, don't go mentioning it to the rest of the host club, got it? I'll tell them on my own another time...Tamaki." It only took the mention of his first name to quickly envelop the poor girl in a tight bear hug because he knew she wasn't the type of person to say a persons first name until she's comfortable.

"HARUKA! YOU SAID MY NAME! HAVE YOU FINALLY ACCEPTED ME!?" He said, ignoring the red tint running across Haruka's face.

"If you're done spouting nonsense, then head to class! I'm not dealing with idiotic nonsense that doesn't mean again! GET TO CLASS DUMBASS!" Haruka yelled at the boy, sending him down the hall to where all the second years were. "I WILL NOT BE FRIENDS WITH AN IDIOT THAT SPOUTS NONSENSE!" She yelled lastly and headed to class as well, but not before hearing laughter and a,

"I know what you really mean Haruka! I'll be careful!"

"I take it all back. I take everything I said back. This school is just filled with stupid wankers!"

"But they're all good hearted idiots..."

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And that is how Haruka ends up in the mess of a movie being made by her new friend, Renge, who used her and the host club to make a new movie about Uki-Doki Memorial. Well, the whole incident passed and they were all now dealing with the girls that just bought the DVD.

"I bought it!"

"Me too!"

"And me! Your performances were so beautiful!"

"...what the bloody hell are you talking about?" Haruka blinked.

"The dvd silly! You were in it as well! Who knew you were such an actress~!" Hime said rushing toward Haruka with a happy grin."

"Um...it counts when you've read a lot of Shakespeare and Victoria was always such a drama student." Haruka muttered to herself, chatting happily with the girls. Before Haruka even knew, Renge was confessing her love to Haruhi and dragging her off to let her come to her house in France. That will be hard because Haruhi is a girl and I don't think she'll be able to return Renge's feelings.

"Haruka," Tamaki called out to the blue eyed girl as she turned around and saw her French friend.

"Yes?"

"I only have another question."

"What is it? Spit it out." It was quiet for some time. Tamaki had to think about what exactly could he say. He didn't want upset her or anything. But instead, he decided to wait just a while longer and he smiled at her, his hands resting on his hips before saying,

"It's nothing. I was just thinking maybe you could play us a song. Not just any old song written by Mozart or Chopin or Stravinsky. I want a song that you wrote on your own!" He proclaimed and Haruka was surprised. Her eyes widened and her bright red cheeks caught the attention of the blond.

"M-my own song?" The ravenette said.

"Yes. Would you?" He asked again, "Mr. Edelstein said you wrote a piece not too long ago and just last night you finished another one. How about you play that one. After all, everyone deserves to be as imaginative as a writer or artist. Musicians included."

'I will not have my daughter waste her time studying for something she won't be able to become. She'll become a wonderful competitor. Always learning from the greats!'

'But she is a musician! A musician that must composes her own music. Everyone deserves to be as imaginative as a writer or artist. Musicians included!'

As quickly as Tamaki asked, Haruka walked to the only piano in the room, sat on the stool where she tested out the keys before all the memory of the notes in the music sheet flooded her mind and the next second, her fingers moved on their own. Everyone stopped from what they were doing and looked at the young girl in the yellow uniform play the piano so passionately when she pressed the black and white ivory keys and every emotion was felt like the sounds were singing the song. Little did anyone know that the blue eyed girl sitting in front of that piano watched each key being pressed as one lone tear slid down her cheek, a lone tear that was dreading to be shed that was not of sadness, but of relief.

'I just wanted to play what I wanted - to play what I love. I love to touch others hearts and make them remember that not everything can be bad and when there is, I'll remind them of the happiness that they can achieve. I am Haruka Shiraga. I am a music prodigy and I want to play what I want. I am not my father nor will I ever be.'

"She has true potential." Roderich said, his arms crossed as he listened his niece play with his eyes closed to enjoy the pleasing sound. He didn't know, but the very first time he had heard his niece play, it was like he was hearing something not of this earth. He had never heard of anything to pleasing. And wasn't the way Haruka was playing: she didn't need anything high tech, she also didn't need nothing out of the ordinary. All that Haruka had was feeling and talent for playing exactly how it felt to touch the audience. To move people, Roderich thought that that's pure talent.

~-.~-.~ OMAKE ~-.~-.~

"How on earth did you become such an otaku anyways?" The twins popped up from behind the young musician, who was preoccupied with finishing writing a score for the orchestra to play soon for the cultural festival, despite it being in a few months or so. Haruka looked up with her almond shaped, blue eyes with a clear sign that she was tired and sighed.

"I was only interested in Doctor Who, Sherlock and Harry Potter, but Natsu-nii (that's what you call your older brother, yes?) just had to discover the 'magical wonders that is anime and manga!' He'd send me otome games, manga, anime DVDs..."

"So...what do you prefer then? Harry Potter or anime?" Hikaru asked, smirking playfully, not exactly ready for the answer he was about to received.

"I thought it was obvious...I'D PICK ANIME HARRY POTTER! DRACO MALFOY IS MY HUSBAND (in my mind and dreams)! NOW, GET BACK TO WORK!" The young musician said, pointing towards their table swarming with dozens of girls now.

"No!"

"Come on Weasely twin ginger wannabes!"

"We have names, you know, Miss Anglophile!"

"I take that as a bloody compliment! And I know that! I just prefer to call you Weasely twin ginger wannabes because it's fun!"

"Don't call us that, you Loyalist!"

"GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!"

"WHY DO WE HAVE TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?!"

"Because I'm bloody British, ya' gits!"