Marmalade
Chapter 4: We Got the Party
By Takara-Star
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket. It belongs to Natsuki Takaya.
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Akito plopped down in her chair in exhaustion. Finally, after weeks of preparation, yelling at people, and what-not; the plans for the New Year's celebration were finished the day before. It was stressful, but, she did it. She stood up, and walked over to the closet.
"How did you ever convince me to wear this thing?" she murmured, staring at her magenta kimono. She sighed, and pulled it from the closet, staring at it; scared.
"You'll look lovely in it, Akito," Shigure said, walking into the room. "A bright color will look good against your skin."
"Yeah yeah," Akito said, rolling her eyes. "You just keep saying it, until I believe it."
"Pretty much. I promise it will," he said, wrapping her arms around her waist.
Akito sighed and said, "If anyone laughs at me, I'm blaming you. Then, I'll cut off your head, and limbs…and stick them in separate boxes. Then I'll mail them to the Bermuda Triangle."
"Oh now now. You know you won't do anything quite so rash," Shigure said, chuckling.
"I will," she said, releasing his hands. She reached up, and grasped his chin. "You can count on it. As a matter of fact, I'll order six boxes to begin. How's that sound?"
"Good. In fact, why don't I order them for you?" Shigure asked her, pulling out his cell phone. "I'll ask how much it costs to send six separate parts of a 175 lb. man to the Bermuda Triangle."
"And then ask how much it costs to send the trashy novels you wrote as well. I'm sure the seagulls and pelicans there would love them," she told him, starting to smile a little.
"Oh? The pelicans and seagulls there are literate?" He asked, punching numbers into the phone.
"Well, the laws of nature are defied there. I wouldn't be surprised if they were. But they'd probably eat them and then empty themselves of them later," she said, seemingly pleased with the thought.
"You hate my books that much?" Shigure said, starting to fake cry.
"Hate is the wrong word entirely," she said, lacing her fingers into his hand. "I abhor them."
"Well, that certainly is a strong word," he said, putting his phone back in his pocket. He pressed his head against hers, and laced his fingers in her other hand. "Well…how about this? If someone teases you at the party, then I'll burn my books."
"It's a deal," Akito whispered.
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When Kyo and Tohru got back later that night, needless to say, they were pretty tired. He had taken her to a pre-New Year festival; where they had stayed all day.
They walked into their room, ready to retire for the evening.
"Long day," Kyo said, stretching. "It was fun, though."
"Yes, it was, Kyo-kun," Tohru replied, opening the closet. "I can't wait for-"
She paused; staring in surprise into the closet. She reached in, running her fingers over the pink silk kimono with white flowers. In a hanging bag next to it, was the white and pink obi, and hair pieces.
"W-what's this?" she breathed. "It's so beautiful!"
"That," Kyo said, hugging her from behind. "Is for you to wear to the New Year's celebration."
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "I love it! It's the most beautiful kimono I've ever seen, Kyo-kun! Thank you so much!"
"You're welcome," he said, smiling.
"How did it get here?"
"I asked Shishou to go get it for me," he said, pulling it out of the closet. He pulled her over to the mirror, and helped her put it on. "I think…I made the right choice."
Tohru's cheeks went pink. "Er…yes, I think so too."
Kyo kissed her cheek. "It looks amazing on you. Seriously…I'll look plain standing next to you." He laughed.
"No…no," Tohru said, turning to him, her face bright red. "You stop more people in their tracks than I do, Kyo-kun. You're very handsome."
Kyo blushed as well. She told him this quite often; but he still wasn't used to it. "Y-you're the pretty one. I'm just…um…" he wasn't sure what else to say.
"N-no heaven forbid! I'm not pretty!" Tohru said in embarrassment.
He gave her an irritated look. "You are pretty. It's depressing when you talk like that."
"Er…um…"
He turned her around so that he was looking her in the eye. "I think you are. I really don't think anyone else's opinion matters…because no one else is going to change it."
She gave a nervous laugh. "Okay."
He ran his thumb over her lip, and gently kissed her. Then he said, "Do you understand?"
"Yes. I understand, Kyo-kun."
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Kira picked up her doll and placed her in a chair by the small table.
"Now that you're princess, what do you ask for, Mimi-chan?" She asked the doll.
'I say we have a ball' Kira made the doll say.
"Okay, Mimi-chan. Would you like to tell you kingdom that?"
'Yes.'
Kira walked over to a drawer, and pulled a doll-hair brush from it, along with some hair accessories. "We need to make you pretty first before you tell everyone." She put the items on the table, and began running the brush through Mimi-chan's hair.
'Okay. I want pigtails and pom-poms in my hair.'
"Yes, Mimi-chan."
Then, her bedroom door opened, and her father stood there. She looked up, a feeling of fright running over her. She looked at the wall next to him.
"Kira," he said softly. "What do you want for dinner?"
"Sushi, Daddy," she whispered nervously.
He glared at her.
"Look at me when you are talking to me, Kira." He said gravely.
She said nothing, and averted her eyes to the floor.
"Are you ignoring me? You better not be."
"No," she said quietly again, continuing to stare at the floor.
He walked further into the room. "Well, you sure are acting like you are."
He grabbed her face, and forced her to look up at him in the eye. She began to squirm uncomfortably.
"Now," he said, glaring at her. "Tell me what you want."
She didn't answer him. She just started screaming and crying; squeezing her eyes shut. She struggled to pull herself away, jerking herself, and running to the other side of the room.
"Get over here, brat!" He exclaimed angrily at her. He moved toward her.
Kira shook her head, kneeling down, and curling up into a ball.
"What is wrong with you? You know, I don't even know why I'm even keeping a stupid child here with me. I really should let another family of retards take care of you," he yelled in wrath at her.
Kira felt rage rise up in her. She stood up, clenching her fists. "I'm not stupid," she murmured. Then, She raised her fist, and began screaming. "I'M NOT STUPID! I'M NOT! I'M NOT!" She ran at him, punching him in the stomach. She punched him over and over again, until she collapsed to the ground in exhaustion.
When she was done, he let out a small groan. For a such a young girl, she could really pack a punch. It was also due to her taking karate.
"You say you're not…well, apparently you are for hitting me like that," he said, grabbing her by the hair. "A stupid little girl."
He yanked her up, flinging her like a rag doll. Then, he threw her against the wall, leaving a handful of her silky long hair in his hand.
Kira laid there, screaming in pain. Blood ran from her nose, and her head, staining the carpet beneath her.
"Hey!" called a voice from the door way.
Kira's father looked around, seeing nothing. "Who's there?" He yelled, dropping Kira's hair on the floor. He walked into the hallway.
Nothing.
"Leave her alone!" the voice called again.
"Who's there?" He yelled, getting even angrier.
"This is who," the voice said, kicking him over.
"Ow!" he exclaimed. He stood up, turning around. No one was there. Was he going totally nuts?
This was Kira's fault. Her fault that he was now hearing voices.
"I'm gonna kill that little retard," he muttered. She was going to die tonight; no matter the consequences. He went into her room, pulling out his pocket knife.
She was still screaming and crying. He made his was toward her, flipping her open his knife. He knelt down beside her, and flipped her onto her back. He wanted the blow to be instantly fatal.
Kira looked up in fright, screaming.
"Look at my picture, daddy! Isn't it pretty? I worked so hard on it. I worked hard to make it pretty for you."
"Dance with me, Daddy! Dance dance dance dance! Please please please!"
"Why can't I go knock him out Daddy? He wouldn't let me play with his truck!"
"I love you, Daddy!"
He stared at her, his eyes beginning to soften. What was he doing?
He dropped the blade, and stared at her in horror. Then over at the hair he had pulled out. Why was he treating her like this? Was it because…after his wife died…he couldn't think straight?
"What have I done?" He breathed, eyes tearing up.
Kira continued to scream and cry.
He couldn't live now. Not after this. His wife was gone…he beat his own daughter…almost killed her…his whole life he'd be a convicted felon. What kind of life would that be? Not any better than he was now. He had no one to blame but himself.
He walked to the other side of the room, and stared across at the window in front of him. He made a fast start, and ran himself through the second story window. He landed on the side walk with a sickening thud.
"Haruske!" Kayui yelled.
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"Kira?" said the voice softly. She knelt in front of the crying girl.
"Yoshi-chan?" Kira said through tears, looking up.
Yoshi looked at her sadly. "Shhh. Put your head back down. Kayui will be in here soon."
The little girl put her head down, continuing to sob. "H-how come Daddy couldn't see you?"
"I didn't want him to," Yoshi said with a soft smile. She paused for a moment, considering what to say next. "For a spirit like me who wants a friend, I'm drawn to you."
Kira's sobs began to lessen. "I've seen other ghosts before you came here. None of them ever talked to me though."
"Well, once you're taken in the ambulance to the hospital, I won't be leaving you. I might go by myself to places every once in a while…but…I'll live wherever you do," she said, stroking Kira's arm.
Then, Kayui came into the room. "Kira!" He ran over to her. He looked over her in total horror. Then he turned around, and saw her hair on the floor.
He cursed under his breath. "Kira…I called for help, okay? You'll be fine."
"Okay, Kayui-sensei," Kira squeaked.
Yoshi looked over at Kayui, then back down at Kira. The three of them said nothing, except for Kira's crying. Not that Kayui could say anything to Yoshi. He couldn't see her.
Then, a few minutes later, sirens were heard.
"I'll be back, Kira," he said, running out of the room.
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(The next day)
Kagura slowly sipped her double-chocolate frappucino, staring intently at Momiji.
"Okay," he said, sighing heavily. "What are we going to do when we see Kyo and Tohru tonight?"
She set down her drink, and looked up at him. "We are just going to have to act normal, Momiji-chan. "
"Which is easier said than done," he said, reaching across the table, taking her hand. "Funny how this turned out, isn't it."
She gave him a soft smile. "It is, isn't it?"
Momiji smiled at her. "You're really cute when you smile like that."
Kagura blushed. "Momiji-chan! You're making me blush!"
"Good," he said, pulling out his camera phone. He snapped a photo of her. He looked at the photo thoughtfully. "Oh yeah. This is definitely going on My Space."
"No, it's not!" She said, with a laugh, grabbing for it.
"But it's adorable!" He replied, pulling back on his phone. "I'll be getting more photos tonight as well of you in your green kimono."
Then an all out game of tug-of-war began over his phone…right in the middle of the Starbucks restaurant. People stopped what they were doing, staring at them.
Finally she had wrestled him to the floor, confiscating his phone. She sat on him, smiling in triumph.
"Now, let's take care of this, shall we?" She began pressing buttons.
"Aw! You're actually going to delete it?" Momiji asked, pouting.
Kagura said nothing, continuing to punch in numbers. Then she stood up, allowing him to stand up also. She handed him the phone, and turned to grab her drink. She then found herself staring at what looked to be the manager.
"You may leave now," she said, glaring at her and Momiji.
"Yes, ma'am," Kagura said with a bow. "We were just leaving."
"I thought so."
Kagura turned, grabbing Momiji's arm, pulling him out the door. He looked down at his phone to see that his wallpaper was changed. It was a photo that he had taken a while back of them kissing. On it were the words:
I love you Momiji-Chan! ~ Kagura
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At the Sohma Estate, the party was beginning…in a not-so-traditional way.
Someone changed all the plans for the entire celebration.
Akito stared in shock at the strobelights, disco ball, and the DJ. She looked at the fluorescent table cloths, and matching neon chairs. On the tables were neon animals of the zodiac centerpieces. Glittery plates and cups. And…neon star mobiles hanging from the ceiling.
"Who…DID THIIIIIIIIIIIIIS?!" Akito screamed frantically, falling to her knees, crying. "After all the planning….gah! WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?!" She began to pound her fists on the floor.
"Um, Akito?" Shigure said, in surprise. "What…is…this?"
She stood up, and grabbed his shirt. "HOW SHOULD I KNOW? SOME BOZO CHANGED THE PLANS!"
"Whoa…calm down," Shigure said, removing her hands. "Wow, it's bright." His eyes were wide.
"WAAAAAAAAAAH!" Akito cried, pulling on her hair.
The DJ looked up and stared at Akito. He picked up the microphone. "And here's a song for the suffering screaming lady in the magenta kimono!"
"WHAAAAAAT?!" She screamed at him. "I'LL GIVE YOU SUFFERING AND SCREAMING!"
Then the song, literally blasted through the speakers. " 'Cause you had a bad day…"
"AHHHHH!" Akito screamed at the top of her lungs, almost louder than the music.
"Calm down, Akito. You're acting a little like Ritsu!"
"WHAT?"
"CALM DOWN!"
"WHAT?"
"CALM DOWN!"
"WHAT?"
Shigure shook his head, and sighed heavily. This planning was way too much stress on her. Hopefully she'd cheer up so that their party would go smoothly.
When everyone had made it to the party, almost everyone stood gawking at the decorations.
"Um…wow."
"It's neon!"
"The music is loud!"
"AHHH!"
While everyone stood, trying to take in the rather insane décor, Haru, in his black kimono with chains was the first to walk out onto the dance floor. Then, all by himself began to bust out some moves. Isuzu walked onto the floor to join him.
"Um, Akito-san?" Tohru asked, sitting down next to her. "I thought…you were going to do a more traditional-themed party…not that this isn't okay…"
Akito looked up at her in irritation. "I didn't do this! Some idiot changed all of the plans! I haven't the slightest idea who."
On the dance floor, people began to 'ooo' and 'ah' Haru's dance moves.
"Well, um, we should try to have fun!" Tohru said eagerly. As soon as she said that, the "Cha-Cha Slide" came on. "Let's go have fun, Akito-san."
"Eh?" Akito looked at her with wide eyes. "I don't know about this…"
"Come on!" Tohru said, smiling, and gently tugging on Akito's kimono.
"Okay," Akito said with a sigh of defeat. She should try to enjoy herself.
"Kyo-kun!" Tohru said turning to him. "Come with us!"
Kyo got a strange look on his face. He'd never done the Cha-Cha slide before. He had to decide quickly. It couldn't be too embarrassing, could it? He smiled, deciding to give it a try. Tohru seemed to think it was okay.
"To the left…take it back now ya'll….two hops this time…two hops this time…slide to the left….slide to right….reverse reverse…reverse reverse…crisscross....Cha-cha now ya'll."
Hm, Kyo thought smiling. This isn't so bad. He was actually having fun. It wasn't really too extreme, not really embarrassing. Well, that's what he was thinking until….
"Hands on ya knees! Hands on ya knees!" He watched in embarrassment as Tohru busted the move shamelessly; Akito and everyone doing it except him.
"How low can you go? Can you go down low, all the way to the floor? How low can you go? Can you go down low…Can you bring it to the top, like ya never gonna stop?"
"Uh…" Kyo said, watching in horror at everyone around him. He stood there, looking like an idiot. WHA-WHAT IS THIS? Too much low stuff and butt shaking going on for his tastes.
Finally, at the end of the song, a slow song came on. He breathed a sigh of relief and pulled Tohru into a slow dance; but his face was mortified in fear. This kind of dancing suited him better.
"I am so glad that song is over," he said, shaking his head. "That was…" he winced.
"I'm sorry, Kyo-kun. I should have warned you about…um, those particular parts. I forgot too," she said her face apologetic.
"I-it's okay, I guess. You were just trying to cheer up Akito," he said nervously.
It seemed to have worked; because now Akito seemed to be in good spirits…on account of her dancing with Shigure, and kissing eachother.
Tohru looked over again, seeing something surprising.
"Um…Kyo-kun," she whispered, eyes wide. "Momiji and Kagura are dancing together."
"Hm?" He turned them around so that he was facing in that direction. Sure enough, they were both dancing together. She was smiling, eyes closed, her head rested on his shoulder. Momiji had his eyes closed too, focusing on the dance.
That was definitely more than just a friendly dance.
"Wow…that's…odd how that turned out," Kyo murmured.
"What do you mean?" Tohru asked in curiosity, resting her head against him.
Kyo sighed, closing his eyes, and breathing in the strawberry smell in her hair. "You…don't know, do you? Momiji was in love with you. He always acted as if he were in competition with me," he said with a nervous laugh.
"Really?" Tohru exclaimed, looking up him. "I had no idea! You both fought over me?"
"Sort of…but not really. He told me that I needed to get you before someone else did." He held her tighter.
Tohru leaned her head down again, and closed her eyes. "There was no competition, Kyo-kun. I chose you…so…really…I guess it goes back to what I wanted? Um…that sounds so self-centered of me."
"No, you're right. It was ultimately up to you."
Tohru looked up at Kagura and Momiji again. "I know I must have broke his heart. I feel bad about that; but I can't see him as anything other than a close friend."
"Don't worry about that," Kyo told her quietly. "He told me that he's glad you are safe and happy."
"Oh, okay. I'm glad he's happy too," she said smiling.
A while later, Tohru found herself by the punch bowl, alone.
"Hey," someone said to her.
Tohru looked up, seeing a man wearing a very creepy mask that covered his eyes and nose, and a wig. "Oh…er…hello…"
"You must be Tohru-sama," the man said in a very deep voice.
"Y-yes, b-but…I'm just…It's too high of an honor to be called '-sama'. Please…just call me Tohru-san. What's your name?" She asked, blushing.
"I can't reveal that, Tohru-san. Maybe another time. You're married to Kyo, right? Not to mention expecting?"
Tohru blushed even redder. "Yes, um, Mask-san."
"You're pretty cute," he said, voice flirtatious. "That kimono looks very nice on you." He paused, reaching up to touch her face. "Why don't you come with me to the gardens? You know…get to know eachother a little better?"
Tohru backed up a little. Frightened by his forwardness. "N-no thanks. I have to get back to the party." She turned to go back to her table.
"Wait!" The man said, grabbing her arm. He touched his lips to her ear.
"Really, come with me," he said seductively.
"No!" Tohru exclaimed, trying to pull herself away.
"Come with me!" He exclaimed, pulling harder.
Then, a fist came flying at the man's face. The man stumbled backwards from the blow, and knocked over the punch bowl.
Kyo stood in front of Tohru, his face hard. "She said 'no'! That means to leave her alone. I don't know who you are, but leave before I do even more damage to your face."
The man just stared at Kyo. Even though the mask covered his eyes, it was obvious he was glaring. Then, he turned and ran out the door.
When outside, the man ran to the edge of the garden, tearing off his wig and mask, throwing it on the ground. He pulled out his hand gun and stared at it.
"She won't be easy to get ahold of…that is for certain." As long as Kyo was in the way, it would never work. He'd have to figure something else out.
"You know the rest of you life will be worse if you do what you're wanting to do? Hm? Imoru?" Said Nikki, a shinigami, landing in front of him. She waved one of her black feathered wings in his face.
He glared at her. "You again? Why are you bothering me?"
Nikki smiled. "Hm. I'm curious about you."
"Well, here I am. Mystery solved. Your curiosity should be stifled, Nikki," He said, turning away.
"Wait!" she exclaimed, grabbing his arm. "No…I…want to talk more."
He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Fine. I won't be able to get rid of you, will I?"
"Not until I figure out why I feel so drawn to you. But even then…I might not leave," she said, smiling.
He cocked an eyebrow. There was something familiar and endearing about her smile. She was beautiful…wait…what was he thinking?
Nikki's crimson eyes glimmered. "That boy in there…he's your son, right? The one with the orange hair?"
"Unfortunately," he said, gritting his teeth. "He's the reason my life is so messed up."
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"You okay, Tohru?" Kyo asked, grasping her shoulders.
"I-I think so, Kyo-kun," she said, trembling. She still wasn't completely over being raped months ago. She was frightened and wary of men she didn't know.
As if reading her mind, he said, "I know it must have scared you. You have no clue who he is, do you?"
"No, I don't," she said shaking her head. "He wouldn't tell me his name."
"Hey, is everything okay over here?" Arisa said, walking up, a group of people behind her.
"It is now," Kyo said, his eyes angry. "Some creep was hitting on her." He cringed. She was his…not anyone else's. The thought of anyone else being sensual towards her infuriated him. Really infuriated him.
Arisa pulled her into a hug. "It's okay, Tohru. Kyo ran him off, didn't he?"
"Yeah," he said, fisting up his hands. "His face will be sore for a few days. I guarantee it." He hoped the man's face swelled up like a balloon from that blow.
"Good," Arisa said, patting her head. "It would be bad, especially now, if you got hurt. Be on extra alert, Kyo! She's pregnant, and clumsy. Not to mention bad at fighting."
"Eh?!" Tohru exclaimed in surprise.
Kyo rolled his eyes. "I'll do the best I can. She'll be fine with me."
People crowded around them to hear about what happened. But, Kyo didn't want to retell the story, so he pulled her to their table. Everyone went back to what they were doing.
"That was so scary," she said, a tear falling. "I don't want to relive that nightmare again. I know you don't think me worthless…and I keep reminding myself of that. But if it happened again…" she sucked in a breath, shaking her head.
"Shh. It won't happen again. As long as you're with me, you're safe," he told her. He tilted her face up, and looked her in the eye. He smiled. "I love you, okay?"
Tohru smiled back, and nodded. "I love you too."
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As the sun came up, everyone made their wish. There was much joy on this morning, and smiles. Akito still wanted to know who the party-changing caper was.
As everyone began to leave, Akito began an investigation of her own.
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(flashback-one day before)
Haru walked down the halls of the main house with purpose. He had a job to do…and plus, he was bored today, and had nothing better to do.
As he walked, he heard and saw the hustle and bustle of people preparing for New Year's. Maids rushing about, carrying kimonos and futons. The butlers going back and forth with food and phone calls.
When Haru got to Akito's room, he peeked his head inside, and saw no one, except for a bunch of papers.
On the door was a note that said,
I will be out until 3 pm. Come back later. –Akito Sohma
Haru looked at his watch. 11 a.m. He walked into the room, and sat down at the table. Lots of numbers, lists, and pictures. He saw a catalog for decorations of a store nearby. Akito already ordered the items from there.
Hm…I wonder what would happen if the party was in Neon? He thought to himself.
He then began to "tweak" the party plans. Besides, Akito would forgive it…at some point. Plus, Haru needed some extra cash.
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"HARU!" Akito exclaimed, gritting her teeth. A malicious glare was in her eyes. She walked toward him.
He was under a tree, eating a plate of teriyaki.
"Yes?" He said, stuffing a large piece of Chicken in his mouth.
She stood in front of him, and crossed her arms. "A maid told me you went into my room day before yesterday while I was gone. Did you go in there?"
"Yeah," Haru replied shamelessly, his mouth full of food.
"And while you were in there…did you mess with my partly plans?" She fisted her hands.
"Maybe," He stood up, walking over to a garbage can. Then he walked back over, sitting down under the tree again.
She grabbed his shirt, and gritted her teeth. "Don't mess with me, cow! You did change them, didn't you?"
"Yeah. And?" He said boredly.
"I….worked….so….hard….and you messed it up! Are you out of your mind? Didn't your mother teach you any manners?" She hissed.
Haru's eyes narrowed. "Leave my mom out of this."
"Okay then. You're still the idiot who changed the plans!"
Haru suddenly pushed her away. "I'm the idiot? You're the one who left your door wide open, Butch."
"Excuse me?" Akito said, standing up, dusting off her clothes. "You did not just call me that!"
Haru laughed evilly. "I just did."
Akito gritted her teeth again. "What possessed you to change the plans? Quit being the stubborn heifer you are and tell me!"
"And just why should I tell you, oh mighty one?" Haru laughed evilly again.
"Because," Akito exclaimed, voice getting louder. "I'm the head of this family. I'm the reason you're able to live here. I'm the one who made the party plans."
Haru gritted his teeth. "Yeah, well, you certainly should learn to lock your door. Anyone could get in and change the plans."
"Are you two done arguing?" Hatori said, walking towards them. "No offense…but you two sound like two arguing children."
"HE changed the party plans!" Akito exclaimed pointing at Haru. "He won't tell me why!"
Hatori sighed. "How much were you paid, Haru?"
Haru laughed. "Sixteen hundred Yen. Wait…how'd you know about that?" He looked at Hatori in surprise.
"Well, first of all, I saw you making an exchange with an odd character. I just happened to be walking along," he replied, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Haru turned "white" again. "Yeah. Some creepy guy asked me to change the plans. He was wearing a mask, and a wig. Not to mention a brightly colored kimono. He said he wanted a party that he'd blend in with better."
Akito's eyes widened. "Wait…there was a guy like that at the party last night. He was hitting on Tohru-san!"
"He didn't seem like he was up to no good. He just sounded to me like a guy who wanted to have fun," he told Hatori and Akito. "It didn't seem like he was up to no good to me."
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A/N: OOOOOOOOO! The excitement mounts! I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been busy with school…but continued to write the story on paper. I just couldn't get on. But I'm glad to say….I am now a high school graduate! I'm glad it's over….but at the same time, it was still sad. I had a great high school career. I cried at graduation the other day! Lol
So, therefore, I'll have more time to work on Marmalade, as well as my next story…Three Musketeers: Furuba Style! I'm excited about this one. My friends like the idea. It will be a comedy…a little more lighthearted than this one. But, I will tell you that this story will only continue to get more and more exciting.
Also, I don't know when, but at some point, my sister Yori Hayashi and I will be doing a joint story. We are going to do a whole reality show thing. Ha ha, I can't wait to start writing it with her. It will be a comedy as well.
God Bless!
-Takara-Star-Chan