A/N:Enjoy. I hope Nanalee doesn't seem very OOC in this chapter. I think she's more open than she usually is, but then again, she's with her grandmother who she knows and loves. More later.

"Its good to see you again Nanalee. Are you okay? I hope you're injury is okay. We were so worried."

Nanalee hugged her grandmother tightly as she got through the security gates. "Yes I'm fine, just a little sore. I'm sorry I've worried you. And it is great to see you and France again. I hope France will be a nice respite from my life among rich people in France." Nanalee said, falling in step with her grandmother as they started walking out of the airport.

"Are they really that bad?" her grandmother asked.

"Not really. I think Haruhi minds it more, but just as long as I can have the creature comfort of doing my own laundry, I'm happy." Her gradmother had met Haruhi one day while Nanalee was skyping the girl.

"I even use the pumpkin brand of detergent we do here, to remind of the cafe." She scowled, "Kyoya's commented on the smell. I keep on expecting him to ask me to wash his clothes. But I don't think he'd want to after he found out how I washed my clothes."

"Don't you wash them in the normal way?"

Nanalee grinned."Yes. His clothes are hand washed by the maids. Though, to be honest, if Kyoya were to think about something as trivial as washing clothes, he might prefer at least some of them to be washed by machine. He doesn't really care for things that waste time."

"Clothes that are hand washed tend to last longer."

"I know, but does one really need to hand wash t-shirts?" They walked outside the airport. "Aah! What time is it? Why is the sun still out? And bright!" She shielded her eyes from the sun. "I was expecting it to be night."

"Its two in the afternoon."

"And it's still Friday?" Cerise nodded. Nanalee took out her cell phone and began pressing buttons furiously.

"What is it?" Cerise had stopped to wait for Nanalee.

"Kyoya had wanted me to take an Ootori private jet. I refused. Apparently, behind my back and before I had ordered tickets, he pulled strings to make one of the fastest normal passenger planes trade places with a slower one whose flight plan I was most likely to pick." Her voice was calm, but she was very irked. "I assume he did the same thing with my flight back. I'll talk to him about it when I return to Japan. Um, what were we talking about?"

"Laundry." They got into the car, Cerise driving. "I can't wait for the day you can get your driver's license."

"Still a couple of years away, though if I was in the U.S...I have to be 18 in Japan too, though at this point in my life, being able to drive in Japan would not make my life any easier." She put her feet up on the dashboard.

"Nanalee put your feet down please."

"Yes ma'am." Her grandmother looked at her amused and she sighed. Occasionally Nanalee would slip into her Southern raising, though she never really minded calling people ma'am and sir while living there. The ability to be polite was something that served her well, but she did find it a little frustrating when people found her Southern habits amusing.

"How's the cafe going?"

"Good. We have increased the amount of books we're selling, which, I'm sure you're glad to hear, are now mostly romance novels."

"Really?"

"Anne-Sophie suggested most of them."

"Sounds like her. And Rene." She closed her eyes, imaging Rene gushing about France and love.

"Even though I'm glad to see you again in person, I thought your plan was to wait for a while before you told Rene of your relationship with his mother."

"It was...But then I accidentally let it slip during that whole ordeal in Okinawa."

Silence. "There's more to it then just some thug robots attacking you guys isn't there."

"You'd only worry if you knew."

"But you told me family ought to know the truth."

"I guess I did. Well, even though one can't avoid being a hypocrite at one point in their life...There is someone at school who has a grudge against someone in the Host Club, or possibly me. They're in control of one of the clubs at Ouran and used resources from the club to attack us at Okinawa. They might attack us again, but we're being cautious. Kyoya's even insisting our food is tasted for us."

"Attempts on people's lives are probably somewhat common with the highest up class."

"That's what I think too, especially with how well some of the members seemed to adjust to it, though none of them had ever had serious threats made on their life. Haruhi's having trouble though. Kyoya wanted to send a bodyguard with me."

"Does Kyoya normally take such an interest in you safety?"

Surprising herself, she blushed. Fighting with tooth and nail to keep it down she said, "Its normal for him to make sure everyone he's associated with is protected. If they were hurt, it could potentially make the Ootori's look bad. But in this case, it was actually the Host Club's idea, though Kyoya probably planted a seed of the idea in Rene's mind."

"I see."

"I can take care of myself most of the time. The Host Club declared that I would need less protection than Haruhi and some of the others. But more than Hunny and Mori. He played the 'Nanalee loses her senses whenever tornadoes are brought up' card." Nanalee shivered, in spite of herself. "But what I dislike the most is how they treat the normal people. Like the taste testers. Its like they're going to die instead of us because we're so much better than them."

"Your kind to them, then."

"Very much so. But I have to be careful to not act pitying. People hate that just as much."

Her reunion with her grandfather had been nice too. Then, before she knew it, she was back at the counter of the cafe, like she had never left, absorbed in one of the new French romance novels.

"Nanalee! Its wonderful to see you."

She didn't look up from the book until the woman was standing at the counter. Then she set down book and said, "This is quite a colorful book, Anne-Sophie. I wonder what your son would think if he read what you were reading."

"Uh..."

"It's nice to see too. May I get you anything?"

"Just a cappucino."

"One coffee coming up."

"Here." Anne-Sophie handed Nanalee a small bunch of euros. "I've memorized the cost."

"Thanks." Nanalee turned to fix two, one for Anne-Sophie, the other for herself. When she finished, she sat down next to Anne-Sophie at one of the cafe's small, circular tables. "Here." Along with the cappuccino, she slid a flash drive to the woman.

"What's this?" she asked, holding up the device.

Nanalee shrugged. "It's from him."

Anne-Sophie's eyes widened. After a long moment, she said, "Have you seen it?"

"No, I thought you ought to first. It is for you after all."

"I don't mean to be presumptuous, but do you have a computer I can watch this on?"

"Of course." They both stood up. "Grandmother!"

"Yes?" Cerise poked her head in the room.

"Can you show Anne-Sophie to the computer?"

"But Nanalee, I want you to see this too." Anne-Sophie said.

"Uhh...Change of plans then. Grandmother, can you tend the shop for a minute?"

"Yes."

Nanalee showed Anne-Sophie to the study. "Here's you're computer."

Anne-Sophie nodded her thanks, then pushed the flash drive into the computer and opened the file labeled 'Rene'.

"Hello Mother! I'm really glad that Nanalee is your friend. She's my friend too. And we can talk now! I'm so happy. Though it'd be better if we could speak face to face."

The grin which had been spread across his face faded, then returned.

"But this is still really good. Nanalee said I should tell you about my life and what I do on my average day."

He launched into explaining his day "...and Kyoya. Oh yeah, I haven't explained yet. Kyoya Ootori is my best friend. He's in my class. When I first arrived in Japan he took me sight seeing. Nanalee tells me that he's met you. Oh, and Haruhi! She's my daughter. Well, sort of. I call her my daughter anyway..."

Once the video ended, Anne-Sophie was nearly crying. "Thank you so much Nanalee. Can I send a video back?"

"Yes. But I'll need it by Sunday morning. You can put it on this same flash drive, so got ahead and take that home."

"Thank you." After she had gotten control over her tears, she said, "I've heard of Haruhi from Yuzuru, but he seems to care for her very deeply."

"He's enamored of her. And she cares a lot for him too, but half the host club is in love with her, so as soon as she realizes hers and the boys' feelings, she might have trouble. But that's not going to happen for a long time, but she's oblivious to people's feelings when it comes to love. Otherwise she's pretty perceptive."

"I assume you're perceptive."

"Certainly of feelings on the surface. And some deeper ones. But I think I could be as ignorant to my feelings as Haruhi is to love. Maybe I should start going to church again. When I was in the states, my father made me go, and while I was there I would always do a lot thinking about...stuff."

"I see."

Nanalee fought from grinning. "I'm going back to the store now."

"I guess I'll go home and start recording my video then."

They walked back to the store. "I'll see you later then."

"Yes, and thanks again."

"Oh. My. God." Nanalee said slowly, staring at the group of people on the other side of security. "Every time." Doubtless, if he had wanted to, Kyoya and the group of Ootori policemen would have been waiting for her in the concourse. She would have to be glad.

Kyoya was at the front of them. She asked him, "Doesn't this embarrass you?" She gestured at the group of policemen.

"Does it embarrass you?" He said, countering her.

"No. I'll probably never meet any of these people again in my life. What do I care if they think I'm strange? But you're an Ootori. They're boss could work closely with your family."

Instead of responding, he let out a sigh. "I don't have time for this."

It was only then that she examined his face closely. It was lined with worry, and the circles under his eyes weren't disguised as well as they usually were. "What happened?"

"The twins. They're in one of our hospitals now and they have been stabilized, but..."

"It was bad. They're still bad." She finished for him. "Again, what happened?"

"They were going to some fashion show of their mother's. Apparently, they had designed several of the outfits in it and wanted to see in person how they were received. The limo was hijacked. They were taken to an abandoned building and were beat up. The limo driver, who wasn't being beat up, escaped and called help using the limo's phone. He's actually in worse condition. Once the kidnappers found him, they shot him. He has a bullet in his head. He probably won't recover much further than conscious."

"Who were the hijackers?"

"Mere thugs. My people are trying to find out their boss now."

"And where were the twins' security squad."

"They didn't tell me they were going. I didn't find out until they left their mansion. It wasn't enough time."

"So tell me again. How are they now?"

"Bad. They lost a lot of blood. But when I left to pick you up, their vital signs had stabilized, which is good."

"Are we going back to the hospital now?"

"Yes."

"Good."

A/N: My reference the other day was to the TV show Babylon 5. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm happy. Soon I'll be at a scene which I've wanted to post for a long time, but haven't been able to. I was going to say more down here, but I forgot what I wanted to say.

Don't be obliged to read this, or judge it: The following is to clear things up with myself. Just so I don't have to keep on finding the chapter I mention a certain little detail. It might conflict a little with what I've said (I'm not quite sure what I've said), but either I'll rectify it, or it will be so incredibly minor that it doesn't matter.

Nanalee is 16 years old. Her birthday is in December. She's in the second year at Ouran. She started at the second semester of Ouran. The second semester/term takes place around the time of year that the first semster in western schools does (or at least the U.S. Don't judge me).

The story is currently in late Sept/early Oct.

Therefore the ages of the other characters are based on their grades and birthdays given out by Bisco Hatori, and assuming none of them are in the wrong grade for their age:

Kyoya 16, Tamaki 17, twins 16, Hunny 17, Mori 18, Haruhi 15. I know some ages online contradict this, but...this makes more sense to me.