Shika: Chapter 3... woo

Hikaru: Wow, this is the longest fanfic you've wrote yet.

Shika: Shut it! It's not my fault I'm busy.

Kaoru: Yeah, or you're lazy.

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Chapter 3: Mother

When I got home from Hani's I was still smiling. All his friends were really nice to me and they said I could talk to them any time I wanted to. My smile immediatly disappeared when I saw my father sitting in the sitting area near my room. "Can I talk to you for a moment Tomo?" He asked, even though It felt more demanding.

I complied since if I didn't I knew I would be asking for a fight. I sat on the couch in front of him and stretched my legs. "What did you wanna talk about?" I said quietly.

He looked over and smirked in a way that sent a chill down my spine. He pulled a photo out of his suit's pocket and handed it to me. It was a boy, probably a foot taller than me. He had black eyes and short brown hair. He was smiling, but he scared me a little. "His name is Shiroya. He's a year older than you." My father explained.

I nodded, still not knowing what he was getting at. "What does he have to do with anything?" I asked, almost scared of the answer.

Yet again, he smirked and pushed his glasses up. "His father is a client of mine. He was wondering if you would be willing to accept to be his fiance." He explained further.

At those words, my whole body went numb. I didn't want to marry him. I don't even know him. Before I could even think my mouth began to move. "No! I won't marry him or even consider it! I like Mistuku-"

I stopped myself and began to walk to my room. To my surprise, my father followed after me and not out of anger. I turned around and glared at him. He just stared at me with an unreadable expression. "So you don't accept. No big deal. I was going to decline it either way, since he's not from the right family." He stated.

My glare softened. He was only trying to tell me about his day. He decided he would finish his thought. "So you like this Mitsukuni Haninozuka, eh?" He inquired slightly amused.

I tried to stop the blush, even though it was already there. I never have been able to lie to my father, so I nodded. He pushed up his glasses again and began to walk away. "Oh and Tomo! Just because you're in love doesn't mean you can turn into a little girly thing like that woman." He said in disgust.

After he left I walked into my room, sitting on my bed. I took the picture frame of my side table and held it close to me, knowing that the tears would come. That picture was of my mother. The mother that left me and my father when I was only 2.

She smiled at me and picked me up. Her Auburn hair reflecting the sun beautifully and her blue eyes gazing at me lovingly. She kissed me on the forhead and brought me into the house. "Mommy, can we have a cake today?" I asked sweetly.

She laughed and patted me on the head. "Of course sweety. I'll get it out of the fridge." She said.

Just as she said this my father came home. He probably had worked very hard and was in a bit of a mood. Either way, he bent down and hugged me. He went to his study while mommy put the cake on the table. "Here sweety. I have to talk to daddy about work so eat up okay!" She said with a smile, but I knew something was wrong.

I stood on my chair and began to eat. It was one week till I'd turn 3 and I was really excited. At that moment though, my excitement faded at what I heard. "What do you mean you can't live this way anymore!" my mother yelled.

That was all I heard of there conversation. I had ran to my room to hide. My rule was when mommy and daddy fought I would hide. Just then, I heard the door slam. I looked out the window to see my mother walking down the drive way. At that moment I knew I would never see her again.

I woke up to realize I had cried myself to sleep. My dream was familiar though. It was the only dream I had of my mother. I sound out from her sister, my aunt, that she died the year after she left us. It was hard to hear, but at least my aunt was still there for me. She would let me visit when my father was gone on business and I could be myself. I looked over at my clock and realized it was time to get ready for school. That meant I would get to see Hani again.

I put on my uniform and looked in the mirror. Today I would skip the eye liner. It would be a big difference, but that's what I needed. I grabbed my bookbag and opened the door of my room. After eating a small breakfast I got into my limo and waited for it to pull up to the school.

Hani's POV

I was waiting on the from steps of Ouran waiting for Tomo. Takashi was with me and I had Usa-chan so I wouldn't get bored. A few minutes later I saw Tomo-chan, yet somehow he looked different. "Tomo-chan! You're not wearing any makeup!" I said surprised.

He smiled and nodded. "I felt like being different." He replied.

Maybe being his friend was making him feel better. He looked more alive than yesterday and even sounded happier. The only thing that made me a little worried was that Tomo-chan's eyes were a little puffy... almost as if he had been crying. "Was something wrong Tomo-chan?"

Tomo-chan looked a little surprised. His eyes immediatly looked sad and his whole face changed. "Just a memory..." he muttered.

Tomo's POV

"Just a memory..." I muttered.

He must of noticed my discomfort and he stopped asking. His friend Takashi came over and put the adorable blonde on his shoulders. It was one of the cutest things I've ever seen, next to Hani. He looked down at my and grinned. "While I'm on Takashi do you want to hold Usa-chan?" He asked, holding out his bunny.

I couldn't help myself. It was too cute and I'm a weak person. "Yes! I love him!" I said, grabbing the stuffed toy and hugging it.

Him and Takashi looked at me in what I interpreted as shock but then they both laughed. "You're one wierd guy Tomo-chan!" Hani giggled.

My secret was still safe. Thank goodness this guy wasn't as perceptive as Haruhi.