Summary: Haruhi is somehow tracked down and invited to a host club reunion. On one hand, she doesn't want to go at all, but on the other, it's be nice to see the old host club again, no matter how many bad memories flowed back to her.

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Ouran High School Host Club. This Is A Non-Profit FanFiction.

Haruhi sat there, staring at the wall with the phone to her ear when she first heard the voice on the other line.

"Found you Haruhi." The voice on the other line said with a smirk so obvious it could be heard in the sentence.

"Excuse me? Who is this?" Haruhi asked, but she already knew. Damn rich bastard.

"That hurts." The voice stated.

"Like I care." She snorted. "How did you find me?"

"I have my ways. Similar to being in the host club again, no?" Haruhi growled at the voice. "Either way, I just wanted to tell you that a reunion is coming up for the host club, and you are expected to be there." The line went dead, Haruhi just stayed there frozen.

"Fuck. They found me." She collapsed on the couch.

Kyouya smiled, obviously happy with his work.

Little did Haruhi know, he and Ranka still talked. What a likeable tranny. Kyouya thought, smiling at the thought.

A/N: Well, Here's chapter 1. I hope you liked it. I'll try to make it better.

Please ignore any spelling/grammatical errors that you may find. I try my best to avoid them.

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