Chapter 4

Recap: "Haruhi, could you be any louder? I could hear you at the end of the hall." I gasp, spinning around as the familiar, yet not so familiar figure of my brother walks into the room. "Ha'ri!" I squeal, launching myself into his arms. "I missed you, so much," I whisper into his shoulder, as he holds me tightly. "And I you." "Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?"

Haruhi's POV

I turn around as Hikaru yells, looking quite angry. What's his problem? "Guys, this is Hatori, my brother," I say, and Honey senpai gasps.

"Haru chan, how come you never told us you had a brother?" He asks.

"Yeah, I thought you were an only child," Kaoru says and I shrug.

"It never came up I guess. Plus, I haven't seen him since I was little," I say and glance at Kyouya, who is frowning, seemingly deep in thought.

"Are you a doctor, sir?" He asks and Ha'ri nods.

"I am."

"Strange, my family owns a lot of medical groups, but I've never heard of a doctor named Hatori. What group do you work for?" He asks and I glance up at my brother.

"I'm a private doctor," He says, and I'm thankful he doesn't mention Akito, or the rest of our family. The guys still think I'm a commoner and I want it to stay that way. "Haruhi, gather your things, it's time to go," Ha'ri says, turning to me and I nod, grabbing my bag.

"Let me." Haru reaches for it and I pull it back.

"It's fine Haru, I got it."

"No, I insist," Haru says and I sigh, slowly handing him my bag. "Now let's go." He wraps his arm around my waist and leads me out of the room.

"Hands Hastuharu," Ha'ri warns as Haru's hand slips a bit too low on my waist. I snicker at him as he blushes, but smirks.

"How's Rin?" I ask, and his smile drops slightly.

"Wouldn't know. She disappeared," He says and I glance down.

"I'm sorry."

"Not your fault," He says, and I let the subject drop.

"Ha'ri, how come you never came to visit?" I whine, moving away from Haru and grabbing my brother's hand.

"I'm a very busy man Haruhi. Akito's health is getting worse every day and he needed me," he sighs and I pout.

"What if I needed you more?" I fire back, crossing my arms.

"I don't think you've needed me for a while. It would seem as if you're in good hands right now. Those boys seemed to care an awful lot about you. That's another thing we need to discuss. What are you doing in a club of all men?" he turns to me, his face completely serious, but that's nothing new.

"It's not that big of a deal," I mutter, staring at the ground.

"Haruhi you're surrounded by men all day! You call that not a big deal? What if one was to slip and bump into you?"

"That won't happen, I'm not stupid Ha'ri," I say, frowning.

"Accidents happen all the time and once it happens, you know Akito will find out and then I'll be forced to wipe their memories," he says.

"I won't let that happen!"

"Haruhi I worry about you. This situation you've gotten yourself into is not a good one and I don't know if you'll be able to handle it." I feel my anger spike and I stop walking, my hands clenched into fists.

"You haven't been around for eight years, you don't get to come back into my life and boss me around as if you were never missing for so long. I'm not the little girl you left behind. I can take care of myself!" I feel my voice slowly start to rise, catching the attention of a few people walking by. Hatori stiffens, and lets out a long sigh, rubbing his face.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I just worry about you, and not because I think you're weak, but because I'm your brother and I know what you've been through," he says gently, placing a hand on my shoulder. I blink back the tears that threatened to spill and nod, hugging him tightly.

"I know Ha'ri. I'm sorry too. I'm just, stressed right now. A lot has changed in my life in the last few days and I'm still adjusting," I admit and he smiles sadly.

"I know." Someone clears their throat and I look up to see Haru glancing around awkwardly.

"Maybe we should take this somewhere else. People are starting to stare," he says and I glance around, confirming his statement. Students have indeed stopped to stare and listen in on our conversation, hungry for drama. I roll my eyes, nodding.

"Stupid rich snobs. Must they always eavesdrop?" I groan, sliding into the car, ignoring Haru's snickers at my expense.