Together

Buying apartment was bad enough for her, after high school she thought she shucked the host club away and became a beautiful butterfly of independence and freedom. Soon after she started law school, they swarmed her like vultures. It was time for her to move out, and away from the drama of her ‘friends’ hoping that they couldn’t catch on to where she was staying at all. Unluckily for her, Ranka told Kyouya all her plans and what type of apartment she was looking for. Of course with much obligation to his friends, the shadow king told Tamaki who blurted it out like a cow calling for its calf. They arrived at her doorstep in their customary horde of smiles and loud behavior. Most of the people in Haruhi’s apartment complex fell in love with the haggle of boys, most likely because they came from large sums of money. Of course all she could do was sigh and comply on allowing them house hunt with her. They picked out apartments that she couldn’t afford, or some that were too large for one person to look at and view. It felt like they were all going to move in with her if she ever left the safety of her fathers abode. Most likely they were on how they were treating her situation. Her attention was caught by Honey sempai; he was cheerful always with his ever-vigilant guard Mori.

“ Ne, Haruhi chan this place looks good no?”

The smaller man would drawl out in his cute indentations acting as if they were still apart of a club to please women. The majority of the club would look towards her area of daydreaming and space staring and it was slightly unnerving. From first glance the apartment was nice and in an ideal location meaning it was close to her school and part-time job. But it was large, as if it were built for a medium sized family, and the rent was questionable. Their eyes were boring in to her as if they were mini drills, all a different color and a different strength. The strongest would have to be Kyouya and the weakest was Tamaki. “Aaa, It is nice. I think I will take it then.” She mired demurely as the twins jumped for joy and Tamaki chuckled. They acted like she was their sibling or even a lover. It was true that the Ootori and the Suoh family were duking it out over whose son would take her hand in marriage. It was flattering but she really didn’t want to marry at this young of an age. Yet on the other hand, she had a lot of choices when it came to dating with six men at her fingertips. Most girls would squeal and take advantage of them all, yet Haruhi was different she just wanted her own space from the ever-loving horde of testosterone. As their motives for getting this certain ‘apartment’ were clear as daylight but she chose to ignore them easily as her signature imprinted on fine paper in ink along with their own. Haruhi couldn’t fathom why they wanted to stay in the same abode with her, there wouldn’t be any of the luxuries they once knew if they did. Sure all members participating in this buy were adamant about sticking together but wasn’t it a little too much? Sure she enjoyed having them as close friends, but she did want her own space. Her amber eyes flashed over to take in the surroundings, looking at her ‘friends’ lightly as they inspected every thing about the home. Honey was jumping for joy beside a stoic Mori, Tamaki was going on in a long diatribe next to Kyouya taking notes in his black binder. Last but not least the twins playing pranks on the agent preparing the contracts for the small house. Figuring that if all of them were going to be housed under one roof, they all would have to pitch in to pay off the home. For they were the ones choosing the thing, not her.

Fortunately they prepared it all before an extremely horrible migraine set in, the payments were in full each party presenting their own checks to the real estate agent. He must have had a heart attack from what he saw come from their wallets. Checks fat with cash, to take care of every little thing, of course Haruhi pitched in her money as well but it was shoved back into her hands by Tamaki who told her she wouldn’t be in debt If she allowed them to buy the home and its utilities. She couldn’t complain what so ever but she would take it upon her self to make dinners and buy things that were in need instead, paying off the imaginary debt in her own way. There would be no maids or any sort of extra luxuries for these boys, they would have to learn how to clean and do other things on their own even if it meant a gentle prod from Haruhi. Each of them had a different temperament, and attitude, despite the fact they loved her pieces and acted love sick every time they laid eyes on Haruhi. They each had their worlds that she could accidentally become immersed in with out trying.

But still each of man was different in the treatment of she.