ღLast time on Picking up the Piecesღ
"Satoshi, stop,." he intoned, turning back to his newspaper as if his brother never spoke. That made me get even more nervous about these people.
"Sorry, Haruhi-san!" the younger one bowed before pulling himself up on the counter. "What happened though? If you do not want to answer then you do not have to."
"Good. I do not have to answer you." I glared at him, before turning on my heel.
"Mother said you were from an orphanage, why where you there?" Satoshi asked, hoping down and coming over to me. I glanced up at him.
"My parents aren't alive anymore," I whispered, turning again.
"Why not, what happened to them?" Satoshi asked, he grabbed my wrist, I froze.
"My mother died...and my father was..." I paused before shaking my head and attempted to pull my hand away from his grip. He looked at Takashi, the older sibling was watching very closely to their interaction. "Murdered..." I said after a moment, mostly wishing that it would shock him enough to release me.
"Murdered?" Satoshi spoke up, his eyes widening. Takashi looked as if he was more alert than before. "Whoever did, I hope he gets what he deserves. No one should kill someone, especially someone with a kid!" Satoshi muttered darkly. I turned and ran out of the room.
ღNowღ
A loud vibrating sound filled the room, disrupting my sweet sleep. I flipped open my cell phone and pressed it to my ear sluggishly. "Moshi Moshi?" I murmured, brushing some bangs out of my eyes.
"Haruhi?" a voice, rather groggy, came from the other end of the phone.
"Tamaki!" I shouted in surprise, sitting up quickly. "Are you okay? I am so sorry! I did not mean to. It's just that I...I dunno..." I mumbled softly into the phone, clutching the comforter with my free hand. "I know you can never forgive me...but I am sorry..."
"Haruhi, it is alright!" Tamaki spoke, he chuckled softly. I frowned, I wondered why he was forgiving me so easily. "I just wanted to call. Kyouya said that you were feeling horrible about it and-" he broke off and I heard someone speaking in the background, "...Haruhi...yeah...NO! KAORU..N-STOP! I am doing fine, and I will be out of the hospital soon. You didn't hit anything important- NO! ITS MINE!" I looked at the phone, it said call ended. I ran a hand through my hair and let out a sigh, it mixed with a chuckle.
I untangled my legs from the sheets before attempting to stand. I was going to talk to Akira about going in to get some therapy sessions and start taking my pills more often. I changed into some pale jeans and a blue sweater shirt. I stepped out of the room and looked for the two brothers. After seeing no one in the hallway, I walked down the stairs and made my way to the kitchen.
"What!" Satoshi yelled from the entertainment room, I cautiously peered into the room and saw them watching sports. I sighed quietly before slipping passed the room as Satoshi chucked a piece of his cereal at the TV screen. I opened the fridge and started shuffling through it. This week the chief had off, since Sakura and Akira where going on vacation in a couple of days. I wasn't paying attention until a hand was placed on my lower back, making me jerk my elbow into the person's stomach. A squeak came from them before I twisted around and saw him clutching his crotch. "Haru-chan, that wasn't...nice!" he whimpered taking in a deep breath.
"Oh, what you did wasn't very nice either." I grabbed the orange juice and poured myself a cup of orange juice and grabbing some eggs. "Next time, don't touch me." I whispered in his ear as I walked passed towards the stove. I pulled out a frying pan and started cooking the eggs.
"Haruhi, are you okay?" Takashi asked, having come inside after he had heard Satoshi's squeak. I nodded, mixing the eggs with some other ingredients before letting it cook.
"Tamaki is better," I whispered, flipping the eggs upside down and adding some cheese and some onions to the top.
"Souh-san got injured?" Satoshi asked using the counter to help himself up. I nodded again, I grabbed a plate and rolled the egg around the cheese and onions before sliding it onto the plate, and I looked in the fridge and pulled out some salad from the other day and added some to the side.. "How?" Satoshi asked after I was ready to leave.
The doorbell rang, sounding throughout the mansion. We paused and I looked over at Satoshi. "Go get it."
"We have servants...why do I need to get it?" Satoshi asked frowning, I gave him a glare, and I pointed towards the entrance to the kitchen. He let out an exasperated sigh before nodding and trudging out of the room.
"What did you tell him?" I whispered turning towards Takashi.
"Nm." he grunted, heading to leave the room. I grabbed his arm and looked up at him. I opened my mouth to ask him again when a little blond blur burst into the room. "Mitsukuni, look out." Takashi said as the blonde-haired person crashed into him. Before Mitsukuni noticed that I had been in the room, I grabbed the plate, a fork and my cup before sneaking out. Okay, so it wasn't as awkward as when I first moved in. I had gotten too comfortable around these people. I took the stairs two at a time. I reached the top where Satoshi and Chika were walking out of my room with Piyo on Chika's head.
"What were you two doing in my room?" I asked, petting the chicken softly. It snuggled deeper into Chika's hair. "You better not be looking for my diary," I grumbled looking them in the eye.
"Piyo got stuck in your room," Chika answered looking up as I continued petting the chicken.
"You have a diary! I thought those were for girls!" Satoshi said, eyes wide. I smacked him on the side of his head before brushing past him and into my room. I turned back to Chika.
"Have fun," I smiled before closing the door and locking it. I walked over and sat on the window, munching on the warm eggs. The morning air came into my room and started to cool my eggs. My mouth rested against the cool metal of the fork. I kept Satoshi's promise, I didn't leave during the night. I never did said anything about this year. I should start getting ready, planning how I would be able to get out without being caught. I lowered my fork and placed it against the empty plate.
I placed the empty plate on the table that had been positioned upright last night. The fork clattered on the plate loudly. I bent down and ran my fingers lightly on the stained carpet. The carpet dark red, from Tamaki's blood. I frowned, before shaking my head and getting up turning away from the blood.
A soft knocking sound came from my door. I walked over and pulled it open, "Go away, Satosh-" I paused, my eyes moving up from Takashi's chest to his face. "Oh..." I paused before pausing awkwardly. I opened my mouth, I paused once again before shutting the door on him. I shook my head and walked over to my bathroom. Takashi opened the door as I studied my pill bottle before tossing it into the trash. He stared at me in confusion walking over and picking it out of the bin.
"Why?" he questioned as I left and sat down on my couch. He followed me and sat down across from me. I rubbed my face.
"They have never helped..." I murmured with a sigh leaning against the back of the couch and stared at the ceiling. Takashi got up and sat beside me, looking down at me.
"Do you want to get rid of her?" Takashi questioned, his eyes locking with mine. I stared at him for a few seconds and then shrugged.
"She's only caused pain and suffering..." I whispered pressing my lips together and looked at my lap. "It's ruining my life...but I feel that she's been there for me when I was alone..." Takashi touched my head, as if he was trying to tell what I was thinking about. I glanced up at him. He hummed gently. "I need to go into therapy again..." I decided looking at him. He shook his head.
"They didn't believe you," he spoke up frowning, "They didn't help."
"If we can find someone, anyone who believes, it'll be worth it, won't it?" I questioned, raising my eyebrow. He nodded slowly before pulling me into a hug. I didn't react, and then he pulled away, staring at me.
"You don't trust me..." Takashi spoke finally, shaking his head. I stood up and sighed.
"Words are just to make people believe you. Actions speak louder than words. I cannot trust people unless they show me the reason to trust them," I walked over to my bed and sat down. He stood up and walked over, standing in front of me. His fingers trailed over my neck and then he leaned down, pressing his head against my forehead. "Then let me prove it to you," he whispered, his hand caressing jaw gently. He lowered his lips to my cheek. He pressed a few kisses along my jaw until it reached my lips. I was surprised at first but then kissed him back. My eyes closing and hands reaching up to his shoulders.