The sun seeped through office blinds, creating an atmospheric work place.

A hard working lawyer pushed aside her paperwork, making room for her newest client.

"Ah yes, Harada Cho?" she called out. A nervous brunette appeared from the doorway, clutching her daughter's hand tightly.

"Y-yes that's me."

The lawyer smiled brightly, her chocolate eyes beaming.

"Please sit down Mrs Harada. Or is it Miss?" Her client sighed slightly, taking her seat. She placed her tot on her lap who happily chewed on her mother's necklace.

"It's Miss." She replied quietly.

"Ah, so you are divorced?" The lawyer opened her drawer and pulled out a small, thin file.

"Mhmm. I was hoping you could help me gain custody of my child," she explained, the toddler gurgling. She had brown locks like her mum and deep almond eyes.

"So tell me why you divorced your husband," Haruhi shifted through the paper looking for a name.

"Ah, his name should be here," she tried to point at the paper but instead knocked coffee over the desk. "Oh no! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that, I mean I'm just so nervous and…and…erm…here let me help!" She pulled out some crinkled tissues from her bag, dabbing at the drenched papers.

"Miss Harada!"

The nervous female stopped dabbing and glanced at her solicitor.

"I think we should make an appointment for a later date. Maybe we can try again tomorrow? That way I'll have the paper's re-printed and we can look over your case."

"Uhm, okay…what time tomorrow? I don't think I can do before lunch, and I can't really do the evenings…" she trailed off again, scratching her brunette head.

"How about two o'clock? You can bring your daughter along if you want," she smiled sweetly again at the little toddler who gurgled softly.

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Haruhi flopped down on her small leather couch holding a mug of hot chocolate on one hand and a piece of paper on the other.

"Harada Cho. She's now a single mother, and was divorced around…two months ago. Her ex husband now wants to gain custody of their only child even though he didn't want to see her when she was born." She sipped at the beverage, indulging its warm taste.

"What a horrible dad he must've been! I shall look forward to seeing his face when I win this case," she chuckled to herself and placed the piece of information onto the glass coffee table.

Her apartment was a quiet but stylish one. Yes, she could afford a lot now that she was a successful lawyer. Her accommodation consisted of; two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a balcony, a living area and study. And she was only twenty-two.

She brushed her hands through her brown tresses, which had now grown a little past her shoulders. Her boyish looks had gone and been replaced by feminine features.

"Time for bed," she told herself looking at the silver clock which hung above the opposite wall. She placed the mug on top of the table and walked sleepily towards her bed.

"Good night Mum, good night Dad," her head rest on the soft cotton pillow before her passionate brown eyes closed in slumber.

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"Miss Harada, lovely to see you again," Haruhi always had a saying in her mind to treat her clients well so that they would do the same. It also gave her confidence to win the case she was working on.

"I've come prepared! I've got extra absorbent tissues just in case I spill anything today!" Cho smiled nervously. Haruhi laughed and held up her coffee cup.

"Don't worry, I've got a cap on my coffee today," she sat down and arranged her files neatly. The sun shimmered down at the river below the building Haruhi's office was in. There were patches of green grass that could be seen in the scenery though it clashed with the chaotic traffic scene.

"I remember being in a park as green as those fields," Cho began to daydream. Before her lawyer could start talking she started to talk distantly.

"That was when I told him. I thought he loved me. I was obviously wrong."

…

"Umm, I need to tell you something," she told him anxiously.

"And what may that be?" He looked away at the distance. The breeze blew gently, carrying the summer with it.

"I'm…I…" she sighed gently and bit her lip. "I'm pregnant." She looked at him cautiously. He didn't seem to rejoice, nor did he seem to be upset. Emotionless as always.

"Are you not happy?" She tried to hug him but he turned to walk towards the car.

"Why? Should I be?"

And so he left her. Standing there. Alone. A solitary tear travelled down her cheek. She looked down at her stomach, patting the soon-to-be-bump.

"I care." She whispered delicately before returning to the car herself.

…

"And that's when the complications began." Cho finished calmly. Haruhi stared at her client sympathetically. How could someone do such a cruel thing to such a kind woman?

"Do you still love him?" She asked gently.

"Of course I do. I loved him from the beginning and I'll love him to the end. No matter what he does to me."

Haruhi smiled again. This was truly the first case she had worked with such emotion. But emotion wasn't in the job description.

"Don't worry Miss Harada, I will win this case for you."

"Thank you so much. Oh and please, you can call me Cho if you like. No one really has called me Miss." A smile erupted from her face; it being the first smile Haruhi has seen from this client.

"Now let's st-" The brunette got cut off once again which started to annoy her a little. The door opened slightly.

"So sorry to disturb you Miss Fujioka, but there's a man here waiting for you. He hasn't got an appointment do you want to see, him?" Her bubbly secretary asked her. Haruhi sighed getting off her seat and strode outside her office into the hallway.

"Yes?" She enquired a tall man with dark hair who was facing the opposite direction. She folded her arms irritated.

"I'm looking for Fujioka Haruhi," a deep voice said. The male turned around to face the brunette. Haruhi's eyes widened.

"Kyo-uya?"