The next day was almost a blur, between the last of our tests quickly approaching and graduation rehearsals, I haven't seen Kaoru all day. I wanted to tell him that I still care about our relationship, or that we can still fix what's left of it. But at this point I'm not sure if there's anything left to salvage. "Hey Rikku," says Haruhi, jogging to catch up with me. I slow down my pace, "Oh, hey Haruhi. Did you get finished with your studying?"
"Mostly," she answered. "How do you always finish so fast?"
"Photographic memory." I said with a scowl. She was the last person I wanted to see. I know Haruhi isn't the most perceptive girl, but she cannot be this damn stupid. "How's Tamaki doing?"
She gives a nervous smile, "Oh, Tamaki? He's in France visiting his mother. He'll be back in about two weeks."
I give her a nod and let the conversation drop. As I turn the key to my apartment I hear Julia talking to someone, someone who's not Akira. I slip in while quietly shutting the door behind me, who the hell is she talking to? And why does his voice sound familiar? "Is that you Rikku?" Julia asked. "Come in the kitchen, there's someone special here to see you!"
Going into the kitchen I'm nervous, Julia could not have been more suspicious. Reluctantly I step into the kitchen, and immediately regret everything. "Hey sis, you miss your older brother?"
"... Ryukyu... " I stammer. What the…