ღ Last time on My Last Goodbye ღ
"Kyo-chan taught me how to paint, which is helping me more than my physiotherapy does since painting involves more precise arm movements," he explained with a smile and then looked up at Haruhi, "I want to start to practice Karate with my arm, I'd ask you if you want to practice with me but your heart-"
"I'd love to, Mitsukuni, I need to get my strength back up as well, I don't want to be the weak little princess anymore," I said which was responded by a concerned look from Takashi. "Mitsukuni will be there so I'll be fine."
I went around asking everyone to basically help me get over the boredom that had been threatening to swallow me up. I asked Kaoru if he'd teach me how to sew, I asked Hikaru if he'd teach me how to do computer programming, I would've asked Kyouya about his surveillance abilities but knew that was done using someone else, plus with last night I wasn't about too. Satoshi offered to help Mitsukuni in training us both using Kendo. Since it would be better for strengthening our arms. I thanked him and had four days of a week for a couple months booked up so I wouldn't be so bored. The other three would be figuring out more about what Takashi was doing behind my back.
Truth be told I was anxious for a month to go past to see if I was pregnant or not.
Though I also wanted to spend more time with Takashi before that month came up. Alone. Hopefully one of us would be so bold as to actually ask the other on an actual date.
ღ Now ღ
My fingers danced clumsily over the keyboard and I groaned and pulled them away after hitting the sixth wrong note. Tamaki guided my hands again, going on a rant about how I should act as if my fingers were swaying in the wind or something along the lines. I shut him out, re-read the notes before looking intently at the keyboard and tried again. I was able to get through the first three lines of the sheet before I messed up. Tamaki applauded and then corrected my finger position and told me to try again, and to calm down so I wasn't so stressed over it. This wasn't school or anything.
I took a deep breath and tried again. I was a little late playing some notes, but I was able to get through half of the song this time before my finger hit a wrong note and I stopped. Tamaki congratulated me and then slid in beside me and played the rest of the song. "You are doing good for your fourth lesson-"
"It's been four weeks?" I said looking up at him in surprise. I hadn't even noticed that the days zoomed by. There was so much going on. I had sewn a very crappy shirt for myself, which I now wore if I wasn't doing anything that day. I was able to hack into Kaoru's laptop with the help of Hikaru, and we constantly pissing him off by doing that. I was also able to do more fighting moves now that I had begun to learn advanced Kendo from Satoshi with Takashi occasionally dropping in to point out flaws, but Mitsukuni said it was because he was concerned. Soon we couldn't go even five minutes until he showed up and watched from the sidelines.
"You think it's been months don't you! You love being in my presence that you think that each lesson is longer than it is!" Tamaki cried and wrapped his arms around my neck and squeezed me tightly against his chest. I nearly choked but wriggled out of his grip and sent him a look.
"I do enjoy your company, but I have to go," I said standing up and grabbing my bag. Tamaki quickly followed after me and stepped in front of me.
"We still have twenty minutes before Mori-senpai comes to pick you up though!" he whined with a pout, "where do you have to go in a rush?"
"I need to go and grab something from the store, I'll be back before Takashi comes to pick me up!" I promised side stepping him quickly.
"I can drive you!"
"That's not necessary!" I pleaded, embarrassed already about what I had to go buy for the near future.
"Haruhi, Mori-senpai left me in charge of your safety, he'll kill me if you leave!" Tamaki said, looking frightened. I knew that wasn't true, Takashi would be slightly angry that Tamaki wasn't able to control me too well but he wouldn't hold a grudge. He never could hold one.
"Fine, come with me," I said hurrying down the stairs knowing that in a car it would take about five minutes to get to a drug store where I could pick up what I needed, and then get back before Takashi came to pick me up. Tamaki seemed relieved and quickly hurried after me before I got to the door. We got into the car and told him where to drive too and we were there in ten minutes because he got lost. That meant I had little to no time to get my stuff and get back to the mansion in time.
I told him to look at the magazines while I got my blood thinners. I walked towards the side of the store and then turned down the aisle that held the pregnancy tests and picked one up. The kind I saw on the television all the time before heading to the prescription table and asking for a refill on the blood thinners. He handed them to me, saying that the Morinozuka family had already ordered them and were coming to pick them up later. He asked for ID and I offered it to him, and he nodded. I got the blood thinners, walked over to the desk, and placed the two items on the counter.
Hoping that Tamaki was still distracted, I took out a few twenties on the table so the price for the pregnancy test wouldn't end up on our credit card bill. Just before he placed the money in the till Tamaki came bounding up and asked me if I could pay for a magazine he wanted. After glancing at it, I nodded, temporarily forgetting that I had to hide the test. I paid for the magazine and it was placed in the same bag. I opened it to hand Tamaki his magazine before we got in the car and I heard a sharp intake of breath from him. I quickly pulled out the magazine, closed the bag, and got in the car. He stood there for a second before climbing into the car beside me and starting the car up.
We were both silent as the car idled. I glanced over at him, and made a motion as if to say 'get going' and he shook his head. He pulled out and started back for his house. The entire time he was silent until we parked. Before I opened the door he grabbed my wrist. "I won't tell anyone," he said quickly when I shot him a questioning look. "Just...tell me if you are or not," he looked more serious than I had ever seen him, causing me to nod. His fingers loosened their grip on my arm and I climbed out.
We walked into the house to wait the last couple of minutes until Takashi. Tamaki was silent, uncharacteristically. "He doesn't know does he?" he asked as we saw the car driving down the driveway. I glanced at him briefly before smoothing out my shirt and playing with my fingers. "He doesn't. If he did, you would've gone with him. Tell him."
"I will, I just want to see if I am before I do," I explained picking up my bag, "I don't want to cause him any unneeded worry right now," I sighed and pulled my bag onto my shoulder. There was a knock on the door and a servant opened the door and announced Takashi's arrival. Tamaki hugged me before kissing my cheek.
"Mori-senpai! You gotta get her a piano so she can practice when she isn't visiting!" Tamaki exclaimed looking at Takashi with a broad grin.
"We have one," Takashi murmured blankly as he held out his hand for me. Tamaki looked at me in disbelief.
"You lied! You said you couldn't practice because you don't have a piano!" he exclaimed, increasing his dramatic attitude. I shook my head and then I saw the change of opinion on this and tugged on Takashi's hand slightly. "You haven't been practicing because you want to spend more time with me!"
"No, I just didn't know we had a piano," I answered quickly, tugging harder on Takashi's hand until he nodded at Tamaki and we left. I called our goodbyes as Takashi opened the door for me. I climbed in and placed my bag by my feet. When Takashi got into the car he glanced down at it. "Blood thinners," I explained shifting my legs slightly so he couldn't see the bag too well.
He didn't push it and pulled out of the Souh residence. We sat in silence as we got further away from Tamaki's house, and then he finally spoke. "Is something wrong with Tamaki?"
"Not that I noticed, why?" I asked, staring out the window and briefly glancing at him. He was silent for a minute or two.
"He just didn't seem like his usual self," Takashi explained and we sat in silence for a couple more minutes. I shrugged finally.
"Maybe you're just working too hard, you haven't seen them in a while," I murmured, trying to come up with an excuse as to why Tamaki was acting different. Takashi seemed to sit in thought, and when we reached a red light he checked something on his phone before glancing at me.
"We should have a get together," he murmured staring at me. I chewed on my lip before shrugging my shoulders. "It's up to you."
"I have seen them every week from the beginning of this month," I replied looking over at him, "You haven't seen them. However, knowing you guys, a get together is more than just a get together. More than just having a small party at our house," I sighed glancing over at him as the light turned green. "I'm guessing it'll be a host club event?"
"If Kyouya makes it into one," he replied with a soft grumbling chuckle. I smiled slightly and shook my head.
"It's fine with me," I replied glancing over at him, "If I can be a part of the hosts."
"Why?" he asked, as we pulled around the back entrance of the Morinozuka estate. He parked the car and we climbed out. I held the bag tightly and smiled at him.
"I miss my short hair," I reached up and played with the tips of my hair. He walked around the car and touched my hair.
"It's cute," he said, trying to convince me to think otherwise. I shook my head and we walked into the house together. "We can dance together-"
"We could still dance together if I looked like a boy," I replied shrugging my shoulders, "We'll talk about this when it comes to the time," I switched my shoes to my slippers and headed towards the bathroom.
"I'll put them away," he said moving to grab the bag. I shifted it out of his grasp, causing him to frown.
"I need to go to the washroom anyways, it's no trouble," I smiled softly and slipped past him. I really didn't want him to know anything unless it was a positive thing. It would just cause everyone too much worry, I knew he had the right to know. However, he was keeping something from me, so I could keep this small thing from him.
I entered the bathroom and made sure the door was locked. After taking the test I sat on the counter and stayed silent. My fingers were shaking. I didn't know why. I didn't know if I wanted to be pregnant or not. My breathing grew faster and I knew my heart was beating just as fast. I wrung my hands together.
When the test was done I picked it up and stared at the result. There was a knock on the door, and I knew Takashi was worried since I had been in there for over five minutes. I continued to stare at the result as Takashi tapped on the door again. I tossed the box and the result into the garbage and covered it with a wad of toilet paper.
I opened the door after quickly wetting my face and pulling my hair back from my face. I rose my eyebrow slightly as I stepped around him. "What's up?" I asked heading out of the bedroom. Takashi followed silently behind me as I headed into the living room. Ever since I had started to have more freedom, it seemed like I was having less time to spend with Takashi. The silence was deafening sometimes, to the point where I would leave the room just so the silence seemed more necessary. It seemed like we didn't have anything to talk about if we weren't fighting.
I wanted to go back to my chaotic life. I wanted to have that same excitement and that adrenaline again. The only time I really felt alive anymore was when I was training with Mitsukuni and Satoshi. I felt like my old self again. I wanted to go back to that and yet...I couldn't'. I could never do that without signing my death certificate.
Fingers brushed my shoulder and I blinked back to consciousness. "You wouldn't keep a secret from me, right?" I asked, glancing back at him. All I heard in return was silence and I sighed, sitting down on the couch. "Enough with the silent treatment."
"Sorry," he murmured in return, sitting beside me. We were silent and I sighed and shook my head.
"You still haven't answered my question, you seem to be avoiding questions like that," I muttered standing up, "It's not like I can read your mind."
"I wouldn't keep a secret from you if it was serious," he replied, and I could tell he had chosen his words carefully. I sat down on the couch arm and stared at the wall. He was lying to me.
"Oh, so you wouldn't happen to know why Kasanoda-kun phoned, then," I stood up and walked over to the phone picking it up, "He said he wanted to speak to you, which surprised me," I smiled slightly, "After all, you don't want to get yourself concerned with mobsters again." I could tell Takashi knew that I knew. He stood up and opened his mouth. I held up my hand and sighed. "Don't bother with lying to me," I whispered, "You admitted it to me when you were sleepy the other day," he frowned and confusion swept over his features. "After," I added he frowned even more and I shook my head. "Now that you are awake, maybe you'll listen to reason."
"Haruhi, I-"
"That war is over, Takashi, stop trying to dig into it," I placed the phone down, "It's done."
"I can't," he murmured, I let out a dry laugh.
"Oh, I know. You can't because Mitsukuni almost died," I said bitterly and shook my head. He frowned.
"I need to make sure he is safe," Takashi stepped forwards and reached to touch my face. I smacked his hand away from me. "Don't you want his safety too?"
"He is safe, he is happy, you want revenge for his almost death," I looked at him, "Nothing more." Takashi stared at me, his eyes searching my face. I knew he was trying to comprehend what I was saying and why I was saying it. He was over analysing the situation. It was something he did quite often and I could see him trying to find the direction of the conversation. He wanted to be able to see where the conversation was headed like he use to be able. I knew he wanted to make everything better for everyone, but how he was doing it? That was wrong. I played with my fingers and looked away from him. "Until you get your sick twisted idea of revenge out of your head," I whispered pulling the ring off my finger, "I don't want to marry you."