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Surprising Changes

Chapter One: Homemade Lunch

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Haruhi blinked owlishly from her seat in one of Ouran Academy's lavish classrooms. It was lunch time and she thought that she was the only one left inside of the room as all of the other richer students headed down the hall to where they usually procured their meals. The brunette had always been used to bringing her bento with her to school and she continued with this habit, staying in her classroom during the lunch period to eat quietly by herself. But that day... She wasn't the only student in the room.

In the very front corner, the one closest to the door, sat a lean figure with a small and thick leather book in hand while the other held a pair of chopsticks close to pursed lips as narrowed brown eyes skimmed through the text in a captivated way unaware of Haruhi's curious gaze. There was a sigh released slowly from now parted lips and those brown eyes looked sadly down at a light blue box lunch that was placed on the desk while the student sat sideways leaning back against the wall behind.

Wait a minute, why would a wealthy student bother to bring a bento to school when there's that fancy cafeteria this crazy school has? Unless... perhaps this person is in a similar position as I am? The need to know getting the better of her, the young teen stood up briskly and walked over to the other side of the room with quick strides intent on speaking to a classmate she was not aware she had before.

Black hair loosely pulled into a ponytail caught Haruhi's attention when she reached the desk; it fell over slim shoulders and lay in soft waves inches above the Ouran Academy seal pressed onto the school's pale blue blazer which was buttoned up all the way revealing the collar of the white dress shirt underneath and the tie neatly tucked into the lightweight jacket. Black trousers and shoes completed the attire that was Ouran High School's male uniform.

"Um... Hi?" Haruhi nearly smacked herself, what kind of lame greeting was that?! Before the teen could try again, a smooth surprised-sounding voice responded "Huh? Oh! Hello there...?" Obviously asking for her name, the girl in disguise introduced herself "My name's Haruhi Fujioka, what's yours?"

"I'm Kagome Higurashi, it's nice to meet you Fujioka-san." The book in his hands was snapped shut and tucked away into Kagome's russet colored backpack and the teen happily gestured to the desk beside him. Haruhi sat with a quirked brow in silent inquisition but said nothing while she pulled the chair out and plopped down with unenviable grace on it.

"Calling me Haruhi is fine." A frown tugged on her lips "Why are you eating here though?" The black haired youth laughed sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck "I'm not as... Better off as the rest of our classmates are. And let's just say that the food sold here is not within my budget." Haruhi blinked when the boy shot her a curious look, "Wait a minute... aren't you the honor student that joined a week ago?"

The brunette nodded, unsure as to where Kagome was going with that fact, "So that's why we hadn't met before. I was absent last week because of an accident at home, but if I had been here I probably would've been assigned as your guide." Haruhi hummed in understanding.

He said that he wasn't one of those rich kids, so how is it that he's attending here? Haruhi unknowingly voiced her thoughts aloud.

"I was barely able to get admittance into this place, even though I never considered it in my list of limited options. I'm here on an athletic scholarship, so I'm required to join at least two of the clubs here." Kagome looked down sadly "Due to a bit of trouble, my grades suffered and are now average at best. I'm basically relying on whatever skills I have in sports while I attend to keep me here."

Haruhi stammered and apologized "G-Gomen Higurashi-s-" Kagome shook her head "It's fine Haruhi-kun, don't worry about it and... call me Kagome, I've never thought much of formality towards myself."

"Alright, Kagome-kun."

They sat in silence for a moment, until Kagome glanced back to the blue bento on the desk and stared nervously for a moment. "Eto... Haruhi-kun?" The younger teen turned her head to look at the awkwardly-smiling boy, "Yeah?"

"Would you like to have the rest of my ootoro?"

"..." The brunette blinked.

"Huh?" Kagome's expression turned troubled. Did I say something out of place?

Haruhi nodded slowly, "Yes, I'd like some..."

With a grin, Kagome handed the blue bento over, lips stretching wider at Haruhi's eager stare.

Maybe not being able to eat at the school's fancy cafeteria wouldn't be so bad after all…

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Author's Note: This is the crossover that had the most votes ^_^ so I posted it. I'll be getting back to my other stories though, so don't expect a quick update.

Thank you very much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it.