AUTHORS NOTE: I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, I am friggen sorry! I have taken forever to update this! Mostly because the muse was dead, but it suddenly came back to me! Life has also been hectic, so yeah… To make up for it, I have made this chapter EXTRA LONG! :3 Hopefully it makes up for my absence… Not that any of you noticed or cared…. And I already uploaded this chapter, I just did some major revisions.

But a lesson to learn to everybody! Get the writing done quickly. I hate having to go back and being like "Oh, I was in first person. Not third. Now I have to change all the 'she's and 'her's into 'I's and 'my's…"

I was distant throughout the tour. I kept my mind and actions into it enough so I just seemed slightly tired. But my mind was actually somewhere else. Tamaki… I hadn't meant to say that. Sadly, I had been caught in one of the moments when my tongue slipped.

As they went on through the halls, the one actually leading the tour would look back at me occasionally. "Are you alright Miss Satoshi?"

"I'm fine," she replied, finally getting away from her thoughts. It wasn't good to linger on those things. At least while around others.

"Are you certain of this? You seem fairly distant."

I smiled softly, although not meaning it. "I'm completely fine. Just getting used to moving here and all…"

Kyoya nodded and pushed up his glasses. "That makes sense. I thought it might have to do something with your dialogue with Tamaki from earlier."

My felt her face grow hot, in what must have been the fastest spreading blush to ever be seen on a human being. "Y-you know about that?" she stammered out.

He smirked. The glare from his glasses blocked his eyes, so he looked all the more evil. "I am Tamaki's closest friend. Obviously I know. I run the Host Club's finances and schedules."

I held my hands up in front of myself and waved them franticly. "I'm sorry! I am sooo sorry! My tongue slipped and I didn't really mean it! It's just from my past- never mind! I'm sorry!"

His smirk disappeared and he looked forward. "All is forgiven by me. Mistakes are common for people. However, I cannot say that Tamaki has forgiven you just yet."

I pouted slightly. It was good to know that one of the hosts forgave me, but it was mostly Tamaki's forgiveness that I wanted. He was the one heard the statement when I said it, and not when it was being passed on as a secondhand story.

We finished the tour not much later, but it felt like hours later for me. The previously unspoken thought had been brought out and was now a tension between Kyoya and me. In my mind, I repeated I need to watch my mouth and Way to go, Riku.

"Tell Tamaki I'm sorry if you see him before tomorrow," I told Kyoya before we parted ways.
"I believe it would be best if you were the one to tell him this, Miss Satoshi." He pushed up his glasses.

I nodded. "I will tell him… I just want him to understand how greatly sorry I am."
"You'll have to tell him that yourself." He glanced at his watch. "I apologize. The tour took a bit longer than scheduled and I must be going."

He turned on his heel and walked off before I could even say goodbye. Not that it mattered, I just felt like he really wanted to get away from me. I wouldn't blame him; if I was in his situation, I'd be long gone.

…. Later …

I got out of the car and looked at my home. It was styled after an American plantation, with a tower in one corner of the building. Most of the white structure was four stories, but the castle styled tower was over six stories high. Thick green ivy ran up it, then surrounded the windows that circled most of the top. The windows were blocked off by dense velvet curtains. Luscious gardens surrounded it, making it seem even more like an American plantation.

I went to the front doors and went in, not bothering to thank the driver. Inside, there was almost no Japanese influence. Immediately as you came in, there was the foyer. A stairwell was on each side of the room, built along the wall. There were only three doors, once you reached the top; the one on the right lead to my room, the one on the left lead to my fathers, and the other being the guest room. If you didn't go up the stairs, you would find the kitchen, theater room, the music room, and my fathers unused office.

"I'm home," I called to nobody in particular. It was in the moments before I got a reply I tried to guess who was there. Was it Kiki's day to work that day?

I heard fast footsteps coming from the area around the kitchen and saw Kiki appear. "Welcome home, Miss Satoshi!" She smiled and bowed respectfully. Her dull brown hair was tied up in a neat bun, but her bangs fell down and brushed her eyebrows.

"Please, just call me Riku. You don't have to call me Miss Satoshi. It just seems all to formal."

"But your father said—"

"Ignore what he said. I am called Miss Satoshi all day, and I don't want to have to be formal in my own home."

She looked up at me with big brown eyes, like puddles of chocolate. They were noticeably darker than her hair. "Alright… Would you like me to bring dinner up to your room later?"

I nodded. "Yes, please. I would like that." When she smiled and turned to leave, I stopped her. "Is he home?"

A sad look crossed her face. "No. The production is taking longer. He said he'd be gone for at least another week if not two."

"Oh…" I sighed and tried not to look sad. This wasn't the first time he'd be gone for weeks on end, and it wasn't going to be the last.

"I'm very sorry Riku."

I went to the stairs. "It's not your fault."

She disappeared down the hall, and I disappeared up the stairs. I went up the spiral stairs that lead to my actual room with speed. Everything just kept getting worse as they day went on. When I reached the top, I swept up the remote and hit the button. Nothing happened. I went to the curtains and pulled them to the sides by hand. The daylight greeted my room, cutting through the darkness I usually kept it in.

Light wood colored bookshelves that were waist high lined the wall directly opposite the window. They were stocked with novels of all kinds, along with "How to draw" books and other random things I learned. On top of them were sketch pads, some with every page used others with just a few pages, photo albums full of pictures I looked at carefully then attempted to draw, canvases to paint on if I wanted, and an abundant supply of art supplies. A large plasma screen TV was over the center of it, the DVD and music shelves under it. Two sofas sat in the main area. One of them was facing the TV and the other was facing the window. A glass coffee table was between them, and was where I put my bag.

I went up even more stairs to my bed, which was on a balcony style area that went over the shelves. My bed itself was king sized, and was crammed with pillows and thick blankets, all varying shades of purple. Some of the pillows were fuzzy, others were silky. Long story short, I had tons of pillows. The carpet was fuzzy and lavender, which happened to feel very nice to somebody walking barefoot. On each side of the bed were night stands. One had an alarm clock, and the other held my page-a-day calendar with inspirational quotes and random facts, along with the phone.

My closet was off to the right side, and I went in and changed. When I came out, I was no longer wearing the buttercup yellow dress or the glossy black shoes.

On the coffee table was sushi and a can of soda; the typical meal for me. But what was untypical was the phone on the tray. On the screen it read "1 New Message". I fell back onto the sofa and pressed the play button on the phone.

My father's tired voice emitted from the phone as I opened the can. "I'm sorry Riku. The movie is taking much longer than previously thought. I'll be home as soon as I can, but I don't want to rush things here."

"If you wanted to be home as soon as you could you could just give people a week off or something and come home," I muttered under my breath as I tossed the phone to the sofa opposite me.