"What!?" They shouted so loudly it rang in my ears. I'm sorry, I thought repeattedly. "What do you mean you're leaving, Haruhi?" Hikaru asked.
"We're going somewhere secret." I said. All in all, it was a secret. We, no I was going to a scientist center. My dad died trying to protect me from going. I remember the shocked looks on the police officers when I said 'I will go quietly'. Tamakai went into his depressed state and started growing mushrooms in the aboandoned closet that was now empty of my dad's clothes. They saw the girl stuff he used to wear and assumed it was mine. "Senpai, stop growing mushrooms in other people's closets." I muttered.
"Eh…" He said. I walked over to the closet and stooped down, and put a hand on his shoulder.
"I'll be fine…We'll be fine." I said, smiling a little. He shrugged. I stood up, "Take care guys." I got Tamakai out of the closet, and watched as I slid in the black driver put my suitcase into the trunk, and climbed into the driver's seat. We pulled away, and I watched out the review mirror of the club I used to be in.
"They care about you, huh?" The driver said.
"M-hmm." I said, in deep thought.
That was over a three years ago, and when the testing was done, they said my singing voice changed, but I could access my powers better. Now, I'm nineteen, and going to Japan's local college to becom a lawyer. Once they released me I went back to Japan. They allowed me to grow my hair out to my back, and I got layers last month. It was Janurary now. My hair had grew to my feet, and I mostly but my hair up into low ponytails, of curl it so it makes it shorter. Why I won't cut it you ask? Because I'm scared that they might come after me again. I thought as long as I had something that made me, not like I used to be, they won't see me. Maybe, I'm paranoid, I don't care. Surprisingly after my voice changed, my hair and eye color did. They both are black now. I was wearing a light red skirt with black combat boots, and a black tank top with a pink jacket.
My hair was pulled into a low ponytail. The building for law, were shared by art and medicine. Weird huh? I kept walking, looking down at the 'case' I was supposed to be working on. It was like a play, a skit in the least. I was trying to get Madame Liz (Or Elizabeth, my friend that I earned this year) out of a nasty trial, where she was accused of killing her husband. It was her vs. her daughter, Mary, one of my close friends from Ouran, I told her my situation, and she stumbled apology over apology about how she constantly flirted with me in between classes and requests. I just got red and accpeted them, and told her we could be friends. She accepted.
In my day dreaming, I knocked into someone. Their glasses went askew, and they dropped their brief case. I helped them picked up the papers. "I'm so sorry, I didn't want where I was going." Their, or should I say, his voice said. I shook me head.
"No, no. It was my fault, I was to busy in reading a case for law. I'm sorry." I said. I looked up, and almost dropped his glasses again. His glasses. HIS GLASSES!
"Fujioka?"
