"Mr. Ootori! What brings you here?" she asked. "Ah, Ms. Fujioka may I come in?" She nodded and stepped aside so he could enter. The two sat down at the kitchen table. "What can I do for you Mr. Ootori?" she asked again. "Ah Ms. Fujioka, always direct to the point. I see my son was right about you." At this point Haruhi was getting impatient when Yoshio pulled out a file and handed it to her. "I only came to give you this. You will find all the information needed in there." He got up and left Haruhi sitting at the table staring at the folder labeled Kotoko Fujioka.
Kyoya arrived at exactly 7 AM. He texted Haruhi, but when he received no answer decided to go knock on the door. He waited for a few minutes, but when there was no answer he pulled out the key that Ranka gave him to open the door. Upon turning the lock, he discovers it wasn't locked. Fear flooded his mind as he entered the home only to find Haruhi staring at some papers at the table, papers that looked oddly familiar.
"Haruhi…" She looked up and Kyoya noticed her eyes were red but, vacant. He didn't know why, but that made him angry and sad at the same time. He walked over to her and noticed the file was of her mother. "Haruhi!" He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "Kyoya… Sempai?" "Haruhi where did you get this file?" she looked down and started to cry. This alarmed Kyoya. He was never very good with emotions. Quickly he pulled out his phone and called someone.
"Ranka! You need to come home it's Haruhi." Kyoya heard the phone click and knew he was on his way. Less than ten minutes later Ranka burst through the front door out of breath. "Where is she? Where is my Haruhi?" He saw Haruhi crying and Kyoya looking helpless. "What happened Kyoya?" asked Ranka. "I don't know I came to pick up my notebook and when I got here she was like this." Kyoya dropped his face in his hand. Ranka noticed the Kyoya had his fist balled and was shaking. He smiled knowing how he felt whether he realized it or not.
Ranka walked over and picked Haruhi up. Kyoya gathered up the papers as Ranka put Haruhi in bed. When he was done, he came back out and motioned for Kyoya to sit on the couch. Ranka brushed his hand through his hair as the two sat down. "So, what were those papers?" he asked. "They were of your late wife. Ranka how much do you know of her past." He stiffened at Kyoyas question. "So, you know. That Kotoko is Kotomo." Kyoya nodded. "Yes, my father figured it out." Ranka sighed and leaned forward. "I see so it will only be a matter of time before he comes after her then." "Yes, but I don't want Haruhi have to make a choice she doesn't want to." Ranka sighed again and looked at Kyoya and smiled. "Oh, Kyoya it doesn't matter whether you want that or not. While I do appreciate the way, you treat my daughter it will only be a matter of time before Your father alerts her Grandfather. Even if I were to fight it they may take her away from me."
"But Ranka, how can they take her away from you?" "Kyoya do you really need to ask?" Kyoya frowned and looked off into the distance. "I suppose, she would be the only heir to the Katayama fortune and thus a merit for any high standing family. If it were to get out that she was the sole heir there would be proposals left and right," said Kyoya. Ranka nodded in agreement. Just then they heard a thud. Looking up they saw Haruhi on the floor her eyes wide. "Haruhi!" they exclaimed. "Is it true?" she asked. They stared at her "Is it true DAD!" Ranka looked away unable to face. "Yes." She barely heard it since he whispered, but it was there. The next moment she blacked out.