Author's Note: This is a multi-chapter story about Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka and Asuka Ryokei from my one shot You Look Good in Lace. I have made changes to Asuka's character in looks and personality. Also, this story will follow story lines from the manga and the omake manga. Mori is slightly more talkative, but I think that's okay because while reading the later chapters of the manga, Mori seemed to have longer pieces of dialogue.

Chapter 1

Takashi walked up the steps to the second floor corridor of Ouran University. He and the other hosts had only come back three days ago from Boston. His time in the United States had been educational and interesting, but the truth was, he had missed home. He actually missed his loud mouth brother, Satoshi. A smile tugged at his lips as he thought about when he arrived home. Satoshi had been so anxious for Takashi to come home that he practically tackled him in the doorway.

He arrived at the classroom. He peeked inside. The previous class was finishing up their lecture. Takashi leaned against the stone wall, his black leather bag hanging from his shoulder loosely.

"Mori-kun," a girl's voice called out. "You're back from your time abroad."

Takashi looked over toward the girl. She had been a regular at the Host Club before they had all left. She had just entered the University this term.

She stopped in front of him a light blush dusting her cheeks. "Did you have a good time?"

"Hmm, I suppose," Takashi answered.

"Did something happen?" She asked nervously.

"No, I just missed home," he answered.

"Oh, well, we're all glad that you and the others came back," she smiled. "But I heard that Kyoya-kun stayed behind."

"Yes, he stayed to go to university there," Takashi answered.

She looked at the watch on her wrist and her eyes went wide, "Oh, I'm sorry Mori-kun, I need to get to class. I'll see you around."

"Yeah," Takashi answered and entered the now empty classroom.

When the lecture started, Takashi dutifully took detailed notes and wrote questions for himself to answer later. At the end of the two hour class, Takashi made his way to the first library to meet Mitskuni. When he arrived, his cousin wasn't there yet. He chose a table and settled in. He took out the thick book for his next class and began skimming over the contents of the chapter they would be discussing.

After fifteen minutes, Takashi was fully engrossed in the reading. His right arm leaned on the table, fingers poised to turn the page, his left arm bent and a gentle fist supporting his head. He didn't hear the light clicking of a camera shutter going off. He was finally broken out of his trance when Mitskuni sat down.

"Hi Takashi," he greeted.

Takashi smiled at his cousin. "How was class?"

"It was fun," Mitskuni giggled. "How was your class, Takashi?"

"Good, intriguing," he answered.

"I don't think you noticed, but there was a girl here a moment ago. She was taking pictures of you studying."

Takashi scanned the library, but didn't see any girls with cameras. His brow furrowed. Why was someone taking pictures of him?

"I think she went out to the gardens," Mitskuni said.

"Okay," Takashi said turning the page of the book.

Mitskuni frowned at his cousin, "You're not going to find out why she was taking pictures of you?"

"No," he answered shortly. That was where Takashi left the conversation. He was curious, but he had a lot of work to do.

xXx

By four o'clock in the afternoon, Takashi and Mitskuni were both done with classes for the day. They always shared a car home as the compounds of the two families were next door to each other.

"Takashi."

"Yeah?"

"What if she posts the photos to the public?" Mitskuni asked.

"Then, I will handle it," Takashi said coolly.

"Okay," Mitskuni smiled and stepped out of the car heading to his home.

Takashi stayed in the car for the extra five minutes it took to get to the Morinozuka compound. He grabbed his bag and walked briskly through the front hall to his room. He flipped open his laptop and signed in starting to become impatient with how slow he felt it was processing. He clicked the internet logo and as he waited for the page to load, Piyo clucked and ran towards him jumping onto his shoulder. The chicken nuzzled Takashi's ear and the man patted the bird softly on the head.

When the page finally loaded, Takashi went to Google and typed in his name seeing what came up. He looked through pictures from the Host Club and other events. He didn't find any pictures of himself from earlier in the day. He wondered if the girl taking pictures was a photography student. He quickly found a new search where he looked up photography students at Ouran University. There were pictures of each student, but he didn't even know where to start. He hadn't seen her, Mitskuni had.

Takashi grabbed his cellphone and dialed Mitskuni's number. His cousin picked up immediately.

"What's up, Takashi?" he answered.

"The girl that was taking pictures, what did she look like?" Takashi said quickly.

"Well, it was really hard to tell since her face was covered by the camera. She was dressed professionally though, and the camera looked high-grade. She might not have been a student. Why?"

"I'm worried. Why was she taking pictures of me?"

"If the pictures haven't shown up anywhere yet I wouldn't be too worried," Mitskuni said. "She could have been working for the university, getting pictures for the new brochure."

"Right, thanks," Takashi hung up.

He continued to look through the students in the photography section. He didn't recognize any names of students that he had any connection to. There was a knock at his bedroom door.

"Takashi-sama, dinner is ready," one of the servants had come to tell him.

He sighed and shut down the computer knowing that it was useless. He didn't know her name or what she looked like even. He was still concerned, but tried his best to put it out of his mind.

When he kneeled at the table, his mother, Hiromi, was watching him carefully. He kept his eyes on the plate in front of him.

"How was school today, boys?" his mother asked.

Satoshi immediately jumped into a wild story of his classes and activities at school. Hiromi listened but continued to watch her eldest son. When Satoshi began speaking of other things, his mother interrupted him.

"Takashi-kun, is everything all right? You seem more introverted than usual," she asked.

He didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure how much of a big deal the photos were.

"Taka-nii, what's wrong?" Satoshi asked.

"Class was fine. I took a lot of detailed notes," Takashi answered.

"Takashi-kun, answer your mother," his father commanded.

"Someone was taking pictures of me in the library today while I was studying. Mitskuni saw her. He says she looked professional and may have been working with the university."

Takashi's parents looked at each other, "Well, that explains the envelope we got today," his father said.

Takashi's brow furrowed, "What envelope?"

Hiromi called for her lady-in-waiting to fetch the envelope and give it to Takashi. The family continued eating, but Takashi had lost his appetite. Satoshi ate as he normally would, quickly and many helpings.

The manila envelope was placed next to Takashi's plate. He opened it and dumped three pictures into his lap. The first picture was of him studying in the library earlier that day, the second was of him leaning against the stone wall before his first class this morning, and the third was a photo of the culprit, but his couldn't see her face. The picture had been taken with a mirror. Her entire form was visible except her face was hidden by the camera. Across the bottom of the photo was a hand-written message in blue marker. "Find me."

Takashi looked up at his parents. They were watching him intently. His father spoke first.

"What will you do?" he asked.

Takashi stared at the three pictures again. He had no idea how to find this woman.

"I'm under the impression that you are acquainted with this woman," Hiromi said over the tea she sipped.

He rarely got mad, but this was one of those rare times. He was being forced to find someone. He could do nothing, but she would probably continue to take pictures of him and send more messages. She wouldn't leave him alone. He threw the pictures on the ground and stood abruptly from the table.

"Please excuse me, Father, Mother," he bowed to them and went to the backyard to blow of some steam by practicing kendo.

He didn't know what to do. He felt like he was being blackmailed somehow, but at the same time not. She had written 'Find me' but didn't add an 'or else' or something threatening. He felt very unobservant, though. Normally he picked up a lot of information by watching the people around him. He hadn't noticed this woman, and he felt ashamed somehow.

Takashi cut down more dummies as his father came walking softly toward him.

"I don't think she means harm, Takashi-kun," he told his son. "There was no threatening message."

"No, there was not," Takashi said.

"Why are you so angry?"

"I didn't notice her. The way Mitskuni told me made me think she was close by, and yet…"

"We cannot be attentive all the time. The brain needs rest," his father put his hand on Takashi's shoulder.

"What do I do?" Takashi asked lowering the point of his sword to the grass.

"That is up to you, son, but if it were me I would wait for a clue. I have a feeling more messages will come for you," his father turned and went back to the house.

Takashi went to his bedroom and found the pictures sitting on his desk. He picked up the picture of the photographer. The clothing was expensive, a name brand. She came from a wealthy family. He looked closer at the picture. Her nails were painted; a gold flower ring clung to the middle finger of her right hand. He put the photo down and went to his bathroom to get ready for bed.

He turned on the faucet for a hot shower. After a few minutes, steam began to fill the bathroom. He stepped into the hot water and felt his muscles begin to relax. No matter how much he tried to stop thinking, the photo of the culprit kept popping into his mind. He couldn't help but feel there was something important about her nails. He finished his shower quickly and dried himself off. He tied a towel around his waist and went to the picture again.

Takashi pulled a magnifying glass out of the top drawer of his desk. He looked closer at her nails. What he had thought was an odd design was actually the kanji for "wind" and "Sakura." He wrote it down on the picture itself and tried to think about what that meant. He thought of the cherry blossom trees on the grounds of the Ouran campus. The trees typically bloomed during the first week of April on campus and that month was also particularly windy.

He felt the smile tug at the corners of his mouth, "I met you in April."