Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran High School Host Club, Bisco Hatori does.
7
Reaching Boiling Point
The morning after dining with the Haninozukas was hardly exciting, even work was boring. It just seemed to drag on, of her having to type letters to various witnesses for different cases. The highlight of her morning, was when someone offered to get her lunch for her. It was a temp doing some odd jobs around the office, looking to find full time employment in the company. Once she was gone, Laurette spent at least twenty minutes telling Haruhi why she didn't like the temp.
"And, she's too full of herself. I was a temp too you know, and I didn't go around collecting everyone's lunch," Laurette ranted, while painting her nails. "Speaking of lunch, mind if I...?"
Haruhi was only mildly listening at the time, she realised what Laurette had said, and looked up. "Um, yeah, go a head. I just have a couple more things to do, then I'm going to eat mine in the park down the road," Haruhi replied.
"Don't work too hard now!" Laurette said, finishing with a giggle. She took her hand held portable fan with her, to dry her nails on the way down to the coffee shop over the road.
Haruhi continued to work in peace and quiet. Laurette's chattering was a complete distraction, and she ended up typing the same sentence three times. When she was done, Haruhi realised that she hadn't answered 42820's message. She decided to do so on her iPhone. Haruhi had to stop typing her response halfway through, because the office phone started ringing.
"Hello, Haruhi Fujioka's office, Haruhi speaking," Haruhi said, upon answering the phone.
"A man named Tamaki Suoh is here to see you, he says that you are old friends. Should I send him up?" the lady at the reception desk said.
"Yeah, send him up," Haruhi said.
Haruhi couldn't think of an excuse to get rid of him, so she would have to endure whatever he wanted. She hung up the phone, annoyed with herself that she couldn't think up a good excuse on the spot. Since Haruhi only had a few minutes before he would be in here, calling her his daughter, Haruhi quickly finished her message, and put her iPhone in her desk draw.
To: 42820
From: 2140
I did. But, last night got even better. I visited a freind's for dinner, and things certainly were different. The entertainment certainly was interesting. After last night, this morning is kind of boring in comparison.
I'm very sorry this message is so short. I have to deal with someone very annoying.
As predicted, Tamaki walked into the office, with an big smile on his face. A whole are around him, that anyone that knew Tamaki well would refer to as 'pure idiocy.' Haruhi looked up at him, with a forced smile - he thought it was genuine.
"Wow, you're office is great," Tamaki said, quite impressed, as he looked around the room. "I don't think I've seen your office before."
"I haven't seen yours either," Haruhi reminded. Haruhi was spared an invite to visit his office, by something as simple as a knock on the door. "Come in," Haruhi said, relieved.
Benio walked into the office, with Chizuru and Hinako. Once they were all in the room, Haruhi noticed that the woman Akari was with them. Tamaki let out a yelp, and hid behind Haruhi's desk, with a look of horror on his face.
"It's them!" Tamaki yelled, pointing at the former Zuka girls.
As Tamaki curled in the corner, the look Benio gave him implied that she was mentally calling him an 'idiot.' Haruhi might just be doing the same, judging by the look her face. It bothered her, when he acted like nothing was wrong. She didn't show up at his work, and completely freak out, so why should he?
"Not disturbing anything are we, my dear?" Benio asked, glancing from Haruhi to Tamaki.
"No, Tamaki was just leaving," Haruhi said, looking right into Tamaki's eyes as she spoke.
Tamaki left, looking crestfallen. Like Haruhi had just punched him in the stomach or something. So, he left. The three former Zukas, and Akari, sat down on the seats in front of Haruhi's desk. Laurette had just returned from lunch, so she fetched them all a cup of coffee. Haruhi apologised at least twice, for Tamaki's behavior. Even though it had been years since they were a couple, Haruhi had moved on, but Tamaki hadn't. Some days she wished that she had told him to stay out of her life, some days she wondered how they grew apart so quickly.
"This isn't a social call," Chizuru said, after savouring that first drink from the hot cup of coffee. "We came about the script you copyrighted for us."
"Some woman - very unmaidenly, claims that we copied her script," Hinako said, with a hint of outrage.
"But, according to this copy - with the original date on it, is one month after we gave ours to you," Benio said, while handing the script to her with the other woman's name on it, Eloisa Gould, as writer instead of Benio's.
"Are you saying that I..." Haruhi said, wondering if they were accusing her off leaking the script.
"Of course not!" Benio said, brushing off the nonexistent accusation. "We know you would never do such a thing. We know who leaked it, and the maiden responsible had been fired. If you could represent us, and state that you were the first to receive a copy of our script, and so on, we can put this whole fiasco to rest."
"It is my job as your lawyer to defend you," Haruhi reminded. "I'll begin setting up the case, with evidence - Laurette witnessed you handing me the script. I apologise for Tamaki's out burst, he just stopped by."
"Of course we know that wasn't your fault," Chizuru said, with a smile.
The women continued to talk business, then when the former Zuka girls and Akari left, Haruhi began working on their case. Haruhi's afternoon was pretty Tamaki free, that was until she realised that she had accidently skipped lunch, so she took a trip over to the coffee shop, to get a cup of coffee, and maybe a scone or something. Tamaki was waiting for her.
"Haruhi!" Tamaki said, waving as she walked into the coffee shop. "I saved you a seat!"
Haruhi's cheeks flushed lightly, with embarrassment. There was no way he could have waited two and a half hours for her, then again this was Tamaki, so he probably had. To shut him up, Haruhi walked towards him, exchanged greetings, then went to the counter to get her coffee and scone. On her way out, Tamaki stood right in her way.
"Aren't you eating in?" Tamaki asked, with his usually smile.
"No, I have to get back to work," Haruhi replied, with a subtle air of dismissiveness.
"But, couldn't you at least sit with me? I waited two and a half hours after I left your office," Tamaki replied, with just a touch of patheticness.
"Well, I didn't ask you to!" Haruhi snapped. She surprised not only Tamaki, but herself. It must of been all those years of him calling her a commoner, and with out realising that he was talking down to her, that made it all erupt now like a volcano. "Tamaki, I don't want to sit with you. I have to get back to my job! I don't need you waiting for me, or showing up at work. I worked very hard to get to where I am, unlike you, I didn't have everything handed to me!"
Haruhi stormed out of the coffee shop, her temper subsided when she reached her office. She didn't regret yelling at Tamaki, but she felt that she could have worded it differently, or maybe yelled at him in a more private place, with much less people watching.
A/N: Sorry for the delay with this one. I've had it half written for days, but I've been so busy with college, a new game to play, a new book to read... there's never enough time to write. D: But, now, I can finally get back to writing the story again! :D!
Thanks a lot to all readers and reviewers, I adore you all!
I know I normally don't answer each review individaully, and do a general thank you, but this review, I couldn't just pass over. "What inspires you to write?" Well, I may sound cheesy, but well all my readers and reviewers. Even if there is one person that reads my story, and enjoys it, that makes me happy. They say that writing is an art, and I totally agree with that. These stories is my art, something that I can focus on, and put all those thoughts swimming around my head into.
Until my next update, adieu!
