The Learning Curve

by MollyMuffinHead

Sequel to "The Last Straw: Continuing Stories" – must read first. Life is full of lessons. Some hurt, some are fun, some are scary, but they all make you grow. As the Seniors graduate and everyone moves up a year, what will happen? Relationships, perceptions, and world-views will be challenged. T for language and smooching.

21. Chapter 21 - Challenges of the Challenge

Author's Note: Welcome new followers! Welcome back current readers! I'm so excited you're here! Please drop me a review if you can. I want to know what you're thinking

Disclaimer: Don't own it, never will.

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Date Posted: 3/2/2019

Trigger Warnings: Language!

The Learning Curve - Chapter 21: Challenges of the Challenge

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Thursday Morning:

While Renge's cooking breakfast, I'm dropping in and seeing what everyone else is eating.

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Tamaki-senpai's, Ritsu's, and Chika-kun's apartment is first. I knocked on the door and heard, "Shit! Are we late? Is it time to leave for the train?"

Ritsu opened the door in a panic, "We're com….Haruhi?"

"Good morning. I wanted to see what you all are eating for breakfast." Looks like they went in together on a box of cereal. They can afford more that way, but it isn't the healthiest choice. Chika-kun was packing the bentos. Vegetables, rice, a small amount of grilled fish, and some fruit.

"Those lunches look good, guys."

"We ate out last night, so we had to cook our lunches this morning. I did the lunches, Tamaki-senpai did toast and cereal for breakfast."

"Do you like cereal for breakfast?"

"Not really. It will be a relief to get back to our chefs, but now I have a much better appreciation for them."

"Where's Tamaki-senpai?"

"Getting dressed."

"OK. I'm off to the next apartment."

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"Good morning, Haruhi."

"Good morning, Mori-senpai. I'm just dropping by to check on your breakfast. I'm curious."

They were just finishing up natto, miso soup, and fruit. "Looks good. I'm impressed by how well the two of you are handling your budget."

Kaoru spoke up, "It's harder than I thought, but we're helping each other, and we shopped together. We'll have enough to not starve."

"Hnn."

"Congratulations. I think the two of you are doing the best with your budgets. See you to meet up for the train."

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"Haru-chan! You're back again! Yea!"

"Good morning, Honey-senpai. How's your breakfast."

"I'm tired of Fruit Loops."

"Not surprised," I sighed. "Only one more day. Can you make it?"

"Sure thing, Haru-chan!"

"Where's Kyoya?"

"In his room. I think he's working on his laptop."

I knocked on his door, "Come in."

"Kyoya? I came by to make sure everyone still had enough food for their breakfast. Did you eat already?"

"Yes. Coffee and toast. It's all I ever eat for breakfast."

"What time did you get back last night?"

"Late. Why?"

"Didn't you see my note? I wanted you to text me when you got back."

"I thought you were probably asleep and didn't want to wake you up."

"Are you enjoying your business dinners?"

He finally turned around and looked at me, "They are productive."

"Kyoya, you've owned those companies for almost a year and have never had this many business dinners within a week."

"Things are busy."

"You're cheating the Challenge!" What is this attitude? He's just dismissing me.

"I needed to schedule some meetings. You said business was an exception. I scheduled business dinners. That's not cheating."

"It is and you know it. It's ignoring the spirit of the Challenge."

"Haruhi, I'm doing what I must to stay at the top of my class, maintain and expand the Corporation, deal with the Host Club, and be a good boyfriend. That's a lot to balance. Sometimes things must take a back seat."

"Whatever." I turned and walked out.

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I didn't have the energy to check on Hikaru and Satoshi-kun. Not after that discussion with Kyoya. At this rate, I'll need to sleep all day on Sunday just to be functional on Monday.

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Sorry, Haruhi. I don't have time for this stupid challenge. I'm an important person and have things to do. She should consider herself lucky I even moved into an apartment.

Why is the stock price so high for this sporting goods company? It's definitely inflated. Their last corporate reports suggest nothing to indicate a new profit stream.

It looks as if there is someone else buying up shares. I'll put my lawyers on it.

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xXx

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Pet Food Warehouse after School:

"Thanks for coming with me, Mori-senpai. I hope you don't mind riding in a taxi. I'm trying to keep the expenses as clean as possible."

"No problem."

As we pull up to the warehouse, I notice immediately the better neighborhood. The building is clean, in good repair, and has appropriate lighting for night security.

"I approve."

"So do I. It looks so much better than the other."

We met Tanaki-san in the parking lot. "Fujioka-sama, welcome to your warehouse."

"Thank you for meeting us, Tanaki-san. This is Morinozuka Takashi. I asked him to give me a second opinion."

Tanaki-san bowed and said, "Morinozuka-sama, an honor to meet you." I could tell he recognized the name.

"We'll start with the front offices. I did not inform the employees that you were coming for an inspection. You'll see them as they usually are."

The front office was clean, organized, and full of employees. We were introduced, and while they were surprised to be meeting the owner, none panicked or seemed scared that I would find problems.

Mori-senpai and I spoke with them, asking about their responsibilities, challenges, workflow, and opinions of the company. I was impressed at how open they were and learned quite a bit. The shipping clerk had suggestions for improvement, and we spoke at length. I'm glad I followed Kyoya's example and bought a notebook for each company. I was filling this one up quickly.

"If you'll follow me, I'll show you the warehouse."

We followed Tanaki-san into the huge space. He handed us hardhats before putting one on himself. "There are government regulations stating that everyone in here must wear these. However, the company has been doing it since before the regulation was put into place."

That's good to hear. Concern for employee safety is at the top of my list. Companies live and die based on their employees. They will be treated as vital members of the team.

We met the warehouse manager. "Fujioka-sama, Morinozuka-sama, it's an honor to meet you. I'll show you around and answer any questions you might have."

As we were walking down the aisles, Mori-senpai got a phone call. He excused himself and stepped aside to take it. The warehouse manager continued the tour, although more slowly so Mori-senpai could catch up.

That's when it happened. (1)

A forklift turned a corner and saw the three of us. The driver quickly braked, but one of the bags of dog food on the top of the pile slowly slipped and fell.

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"Watch out!" Fujioka-sama yelled. I turned to see what was wrong but was pushed to the ground before I knew what was happening.

I watched in horror as the bag that was meant for me landed on Fujioka's head and shoulder. The force knocked her to the floor.

"HARUHI!"

It was a blur. I didn't know what I was seeing until Morinozuka-sama was kneeling by her side. I've never seen anyone move so fast.

"Haruhi? Can you speak? Talk to me."

He turned his head and yelled at me, "Tanaki-san, call an ambulance." I already had my phone out and was dialing.

"I'm fine," she mumbled. Looking over at me she asked, "Tanaki-san, are you hurt?" What the hell? She just took a bag of dog food on the head for me and she's asking if I'm hurt.

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Shit. I'm going to lose my job. Before I know it, I've jumped down and run over to the injured girl. What were they doing there? Who is she? Someone's daughter?

"I'm so sorry. What can I do? Please allow me to help."

The tall man turned, and I hurriedly backed off. That look scared me to death.

"She's the owner of our company. Your carelessness is the cause. You're fired," my manager reprimanded me. The owner of the fucking company? She's just a kid. Fired?

"Please don't fire him. It was an honest mistake. He would have never expected us to be right around the corner."

Is she for real? She's in pain. It's obvious. I know they've called an ambulance. That tall guy looks like he's planning to kill me.

"But, Fujioka-sama, your injury is his fault. He was careless and doesn't deserve to be employed here."

Her breathing was shallow, her face pale. We could hear the sirens getting closer.

Tanaki-san spoke up, "Suspend him. We'll discuss all this later."

My manager looked up at me. I nodded and left. My future is hanging on her decision.

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The bag was slowly slipping off the pile. I started running. I knew I wouldn't get there in time. Then she did what no one would have wanted her to do, and what she will always do. She pushed Tanaki-san out of the way and took the hit.

"HARUHI!"

All I could see was her crumpled body. "Tanaki-san, call an ambulance."

I wanted her in my arms but knew better than to move her. She could have a broken spine.

"I'm fine. Tanaki-san, are you hurt?"

That's my Haruhi. Always concerned for others rather than herself. A smile flew across my face as I watched her. Pale and breathing shallowly, she was in pain. Where is the ambulance?

I finally could hear the sirens.

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xXx

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Host Club is boring as always when Haruhi isn't here.

I still don't understand why these stock prices are so inflated. Several companies seem to be buying up stock, but none enough to initiate a hostile takeover.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket when I heard the text chime. That better be my lawyers with some answers.

A wave of cold nausea swept over me. It was one of my hospitals informing me that Haruhi is being treated in the emergency room.

I threw my books and laptop into my bag, calling for my car.

"Kyoya, what's wrong," Tamaki asked.

"Company problem. See you back at the apartment." And I ran out the door.

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xXx

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"What the hell happened? Where's Fujioka Haruhi!"

I could hear Kyoya yelling at the nurses. I hadn't told anyone, so how'd he get here.

Running into the waiting room, his face was pale, his hands were shaking, and I could see the sweat drops on this forehead. Could he actually care for Haruhi?

"Where is she? What did you do to her?"

"Sit down and calm down."

"I will not. I demand to know what happened!"

I sighed and told him about the warehouse. "She's not seriously injured. They are taking X-Rays now as a precaution."

"She was with you? At the warehouse?" Kyoya dropped into a chair and his head fell into his hands. "Why? She barely knows him. Why would she do that?"

I sat down next to him, "You know why."

"Yes. She's Haruhi. Others will always come first."

At the sound of a clearing throat he looked up at Tanaki-san. I don't think Kyoya realized he was here until now.

"Tanaki-san, how could this happen? That warehouse is supposed to be safe! Tell me why I shouldn't fire all of you."

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"Because you don't own the company."

We all jumped to our feet as Haruhi came into the room in a wheelchair followed by her doctor. (2)

Shit. Is she paralyzed?

"I'm doctor Ono. If you will come with me, we can discuss Fujioka-san's health."

Once in an examination room, he explained, "The hardhat took most of the shock. Her neck will be sore, but her spine is not injured. Her shoulder took the impact the hardhat didn't. It will be in a sling for a week and will be quite painful. I've prescribed pain medication."

"The X-Rays?"

"Purely a precaution, Ootori-sama. There are no broken bones." Good. He recognized me.

"Kyoya, what are you doing here?"

"Why wouldn't I be here? I wanted to know you were safe."

"Yes, but what I meant was, how did you know I was here. I asked Mori-senpai not to tell anyone."

Mori-senpai looked at me and raised an eyebrow. "First, I have security following you." I'll have their heads. I should have heard from them first. I wouldn't be uninformed if they had done their damn job. "Second, all Ootori hospitals know to alert me if a member of the Host Club is being treated."

"Oh. I forgot about the guards."

"Haruhi, your injury should not have happened. It was preventable. Those responsible must be fired."

Everything went quiet when she glared at me. "I am the owner of the company. I will decide what to do.

"It was an accident. It wasn't malicious. That's why they are called accidents. The forklift driver is currently suspended. Tanaki-san and I will decide what happens next."

"Haruhi…"

"Thanks for the advice, Senpai, but it's my decision."

What the hell? She called me senpai again. I'll deal with that when we get her home.

The doctor cleared his throat, "We are ready to release Fujioka-san. I'll have a nurse bring in the prescription." He turned to Haruhi, "Fujioka-san, your clothes are in the bag on the bed. You can change and be discharged."

"Thank you, Ono-sensei."

"You're welcome. If the pain doesn't get better or other symptoms appear, come back for additional tests."

"She will. Thank you, Doctor." I'll personally take over her care. She'll be moving into my apartment. This stupid challenge is over.

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I knew Kyoya was angry, and I didn't really care. It was an accident. I don't regret my actions and I'd do it again. Yes, I have a blazing headache and my shoulder is throbbing, but I'd feel worse if Tanaki-san was injured and I knew I could have prevented it. It's the way I was raised and my values. If he doesn't understand that, maybe we shouldn't be dating.

We took Kyoya's limo back to the apartment. I knew I would lose the fight over a taxi. Just my luck, we pulled up as the rest of them were walking back from the train.

"Haruhi! What happened! My darling friend is injured." Tamaki-senpai was running at me, but Mori-senpai caught him by the collar and held him back.

"Don't touch her. You'll make it worse."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Haruhi," Tamaki-senpai was blubbering.

"It's fine, Senpai. It looks worse than it is."

"What happened?" the twins asked in unison.

"Let's go up to my apartment and I'll explain. I need to sit down."

Suddenly I was swept off my feet and carried up the stairs. "Mori-senpai, I could have made it myself."

"No reason to tire yourself when you don't have to." He sat me down on the sofa.

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That bastard! Carrying my girlfriend! He had no right! He's stronger than me, but Haruhi weighs next to nothing. I could have done it. I didn't react fast enough. What else is going to piss me off today?

I listened as she told everyone the story. It was less dramatic than Mori-senpai's rendition. She described the incident like it was nothing.

"So, they took some X-Rays to be sure. No broken bones or anything. I'm just going to be sore for a few days."

She looked around and noticed the worried looks on everyone's face. She's still surprised we all care about her so much.

"Haruhi, can I talk to you in private?"

"Sure, Kyoya. Let's go into my room."

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"What do you think they're talking about?" Kasanoda asked.

"I don't want to know if he's kissing it to make it better," Hikaru blustered.

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"Haruhi, it's time to end the Challenge. With your injury it will be difficult. You need to rest and give your shoulder time to heal."

"I appreciate your concern, Kyoya, but I'm really just supervising you guys for the Challenge. I'm not doing anything that would make my shoulder worse."

"You need to end the Challenge and move into my apartment. I'll hire a nurse that would supervise your recovery."

"Kyoya, I can make my own decisions, and I decide that I won't do that."

"Haruhi, don't be so stubborn. You need help recovering."

I could feel my face flushing and my hands fisting. Being this angry is making my headache worse. "That isn't necessary. This is the same shoulder that was dislocated. It healed just fine from that without supervision, and I can do it again. Don't forget I've been taking care of myself since I was five."

"Wouldn't it be easier to have help?"

"Renge is here until tomorrow night. Dad and Jarou-san are around enough to help me. I'll be fine."

"You don't have to do this on your own. I'll provide all the help you need. If you'd rather recover here, a nurse and maid can be hired."

"And become spoiled like you rich bastards? No, thanks. I can take care of myself."

"Haruhi, I must insist…"

"No, and that's final. I don't want to have this fight. It's last fall all over again. I will make my own decisions about my body. It's mine and not yours."

He sat down next to me on the bed, "You are incredibly stubborn. You realize that, right?"

"Yes. I'm almost as stubborn as you."

"You called me Senpai."

"Yes."

"I've told you not to."

"You don't own the company, I do. You stood there and told me what to do while my manager was in the room. Do you have any idea how degrading that was? Would you have put up with that even for a second? No, you wouldn't have.

"It undercut my authority and I won't allow you to do it again."

"Or what?"

"I'm too angry right now to come up with an appropriate answer to that question."

"Haruhi…"

"Kyoya, I'm your girlfriend, not your employee or your child. You have no right to reprimand me in public or private. We discuss things. Remember that."

For a moment we stared at each other. Neither giving in. Finally, he sighed, "I have a business dinner to get to."

My anger spiked again. "Another dinner meeting? Don't you care at all about our relationship?"

"Of course, I do." The confusion on his face told me everything I needed to know.

"How can you take me seriously, both as a friend and a girlfriend, if you don't take my life seriously?"

"I do take you seriously. You're an important part of my life, but you won't always be living this life."

"What do you mean?"

"At some point, you'll be moving into my apartment and becoming Ootori Haruhi. You will leave this life behind you."

"That's getting ahead of ourselves, don't you think? I haven't agreed to that."

He smirked at me. Smirked! "We'll see."

"Kyoya, I have years and years to think about that. Who knows, I might never get married. I might marry someone else. Nothing is written in stone."

"I'll have it engraved on a rock if that will help."

"You're too sure of yourself."

"How do you think I got where I am? I must leave now, or I'll be late." He leaned over and kissed me. "Good night."

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Kyoya-senpai came out of Haruhi's room and left the apartment.

"What?"

"Why isn't he staying?"

Tamaki-kun reminded us, "He has a business dinner." Some of them were visibly angry.

"So, he's just leaving her? After she was injured?" Hikaru exclaimed.

"Guess so. His loss," Kaoru replied.

Mori-senpai and Kasanoda got up and walked towards her bedroom. I stepped in front of them. "Hold on. I'll go in. She probably wants to change clothes, and I can help with that."

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"Renge?"

"Haruhi, I'm so glad your injuries aren't worse. That was quite a risk you took."

"I'd do it again." Of course, she would. That's who she is.

"Do you want me to help you change clothes."

"That'd be great. The buttons are hard."

While I helped her change into sweatpants and a t-shirt, she told me Kyoya-senpai wanted her to move in with him and have a nurse take care of her. "It's last fall all over again. The Host Club and I already went through hell, I won't do it again. It's my life, my body, and I'll make my own choices."

It's such a different life from mine. I was raised to go from my father's house to my husband's. To defer to him and support him. To not become independent separate from our marriage.

Haruhi sees herself with a true partner. It's a foreign concept.

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Finally, comfortable clothes. They were all standing around the living area looking lost. "I'm starving. Let's figure out dinner."

"Haruhi, we'll order in. You can't cook and with your injuries, isn't the challenge over?" Tamaki-senpai asked.

"No. The Challenge isn't over. It's important to me and this injury won't end it." I walked into the kitchen to see what we had available. Not much.

"Here's what we are going to do. Everyone go get the food you were going to use for tonight's dinner. We'll make something out of it for all of us." I raised my good hand to cut them off. "Don't worry. I won't cook. I'll supervise."

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After dinner, some had tests to study for, some were tired after the long day, and some wanted to give Haruhi space after her injury.

Tamaki (in his apartment):

Sometimes I don't understand Haruhi at all. Why keep up this challenge when injured? Why inspect a warehouse? Doesn't she have people for that? Why push someone you hardly know out of the way and be hurt instead?

I would do that for one of my friends, but for an acquaintance? Stranger? It's the beach again. She's a girl. She shouldn't be doing that.

And, Kyoya? I know his company is important, but to leave your injured girlfriend? Where are his priorities? I would never do that to Renge. Isn't he in love with Haruhi?

I don't understand.

Mori and Honey (in Honey/Kyoya's apartment):

"Is Haru-chan really ok?"

"Yes. Just bruised and sore."

"Tell me what really happened. She made it sound like nothing."

As I told Mitsukuni, I was able to share my fear and worry. No one else would understand. It was a strange feeling, like my heart stopped and I was flooded with adrenalin at the same time. I knew in that second that if she were to die, my life would be empty.

"Sounds scary, Takashi."

"It was. But Haruhi will always help others, no matter the risk to herself. I admire that about her."

"And Kyo-chan?"

"He told her to fire everyone involved."

"Told her?"

"Yes, in front of her manager, Tanaki-san. He embarrassed her and undermined her authority in public. He treated her like a child."

"And she let him? She's disappearing, Takashi."

"No, she didn't let him. She reminded him that she owned the company and would manage it as she sees fit." It was amazing to watch. I was so proud of her. "I'm sure they talked about it later in her room."

"There's hope. He hasn't completely beaten down her individuality."

"True. It feels like a cliff. She's standing on the edge. Kyoya's trying to pull her off and we're trying to keep her with us. I think something big will happen soon. It will be a tipping point, but which way will she fall?"

"There are nine of us and one of him. I don't care if he is an Ootori, we'll win. We'll save her."

Hikaru and Kaoru (In Mori/Kaoru's apartment):

"That dinner was amazing! To come up with something that good with that crazy mix of food. She's a genius, Hika."

"It was good, but I miss the chef."

"So do I, but that's the point. To appreciate what we have and learn what others don't."

"I guess."

"What's wrong?"

"When I saw her hurt…"

"I know, Hika. Me too."

"I don't think so. It was like the life I could have had with her flashed through my head. I saw us dating, married, having kids, growing old. I'll never have that. I fucked it up. And the worst part is that fucking Kyoya-senpai is going to get that life."

"Do you really think she'll give him that life?"

"Everyday she takes a step closer to him and away from us. What else can I think?"

"She took Mori-senpai to the warehouse, not Kyoya-senpai. That has to mean something."

"I suppose."

"Is it that you don't want Kyoya-senpai to have that life, or you don't want anyone to have that life?"

"That's where I'm stuck."

Satoshi and Yasuchika (In Hikaru/Chika's apartment):

"Damn, Chika. I never thought this club was crazy. Taka never talked about it. It's like a soap opera, but in high school."

"I'm still not sure why I agreed to join."

"Because I made you."

"Yes, there's that, but I still could have said no."

"Maybe you wanted to expand your experiences in high school."

"What does that even mean?"

"You're closed off. Not as much as Taka, but some. You have your life and it is limited. School, karate, family. I think the idea of friends drew you. You wanted to experience more. To see what was out there. Mitsukuni's stories about the Host Club were a catalyst."

"I don't listen to that alien's stories."

"Yes, you do. I know that his outward attitude makes you nuts, but deep down you respect him. He's a lethal weapon. He's at the top of his class. He has the business sense to take over the family's interests, and he does it without compromising himself.

"I admire him for that as well. Why hide who you are?"

"Unless you're an ass like Kyoya-senpai."

"Yes, unless you're an ass like Kyoya-senpai."

Kasanoda (Taking a walk with Tetsuya through the neighborhood):

"Seriously, what the fuck does she see in him?"

"Are we going to have this discussion again, Young Lord?"

"Shit. No."

"I saw that she was injured. Will she heal?"

"Yes," and I told him the story.

"Her selflessness is commendable. As a yakuza wife, it would be detrimental, if not fatal."

"Pops wants me to date Shinobu-san."

"You two have a lot in common."

"Yeah, we hate each other."

"Yes, Young Lord."

"He told me to have some flings and get Haruhi out of my system."

"I can arrange that, Young Lord."

"No. I will not use yakuza women, or any women, like that. It must mean something."

"Refreshing attitude."

"I wish more yakuza had it. The way some of the other syndicates treat their women is disgusting."

"Yes, it is."

We walked in silence for a few minutes, until Tetsuya broke it. "May I ask you a question, Young Lord?"

"Of course."

"If Haruhi-chan came to you right now and gave herself to you, would you take her?"

"If you mean for a night, no. If you mean for a real relationship, of course."

"And if your father threatened to disown you if you stayed with her?"

"He hasn't threatened that."

"Do you think he'd never?"

I thought about that for a while and sighed, "Yes, he would. I just haven't pushed him hard enough."

"So, would you take her?"

Haruhi and Renge:

"They're all gone, Haruhi. Do you want to talk about it?"

"I'm not a child, am I, Renge?"

"You're still in high school, but you have more responsibilities than most in our class. No, you're not a child."

"Kyoya demanded that I move into his apartment and let a nurse supervise my recovery."

"It would be easier, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, but I don't make my life choices based on which is the easier way."

"He's worried about you."

"Yes, but he doesn't have to demand. He didn't even ask how I was feeling."

"Kyoya-senpai is used to dealing with everything like a business transaction. It's what he knows. It's what he falls back to."

I guess. He and I will have to talk about all this when we've both cooled down. I was so focused on him trying to control the situation, I didn't think about how he felt. If I'd gotten that text and seen him in the hospital, I'd have been worried and scared. We just show it differently.

Renge changed the subject. "How was the warehouse before it fell on you?"

"Completely different than the other. The employees were friendly, knowledgeable, and weren't afraid to talk to me. Some took the opportunity to make suggestions on their workflow. I'll have to review my notes with Tanaki-san, but the changes seemed logical."

I thought back to the tour with a smile. "The warehouse manager was the complete opposite to his counterpart at the baby clothes company. Clean, well-mannered, authoritative but approachable. I have no worries about that warehouse."

"Even with your injury?"

"Yes. It was an accident. Yes, the forklift driver shouldn't have come around the corner so fast, but things happen. The warehouse manager was going to fire him on the spot, and I objected. Tanaki-san suspended him, and we'll decide next week. It was a mistake. One that I'm sure he won't repeat. It's just not worth ruining his life over."

"That's…generous. I don't think I could be that forgiving."

"You've never made a mistake?"

"Of course, I have."

"Did you deserve a second chance?"

"Well, I got one, but I see your point."

We were sitting in the living area around the low table. I had my company notes out and was going through them. "What should I do about 'Akachan Fasshon'? There's so much wrong with it."

"You either have to sell it or fix it. It can't carry on as is."

"You're right." How do I make such a big decision?

"Let's call Mori-senpai and ask him to come over. He can help."

"Great idea."

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Friday Morning – last day of the Challenge

"Just think, this is our last morning on the train…"

"You sound disappointed, Boss."

"It's been an adventure, using public transportation, mixing with the common people. I think I'll miss it."

I knew Tamaki-senpai wouldn't learn much from the Challenge. He sees the common people as romantically poor and enjoying it. I'm hoping tomorrow has a lasting impression. I chose it specifically to quash the idea of the contented poor.

Just three more train rides with this group after this one. Tamaki-senpai doesn't know how to be quiet, and we get strange looks the whole trip.

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xXx

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Lunch in the Dining Hall:

"Haru-chan! Come sit by me!"

Her face was pinched and pale. Did she forget to take her pain medication this morning?

"Thanks, Honey-senpai. How has everyone's morning gone?"

"I wasn't hungry this morning, Haru-chan! I ate everything I had left."

"Me too," Hikaru added. I think we all did.

I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Are you in pain? Did you take your pill?"

"No, Ritsu, I didn't. They make me feel weird. The pain isn't that bad."

"What's the plan for this afternoon, Haruhi?" Chika asked.

"Since you won't be spending the night tonight, you all will need to pack and move out. You'll have to clean the empty apartment and wash the provided sheets and futon cover. Part of your budget was for cleaning supplies and laundry detergent. I hope you have it left."

"Ah…Haruhi, I don't have a lot left," Tamaki-senpai whined.

"How much is not a lot?"

"About 500 yen (~$5)."

"Yeah, I don't have a lot either," Hikaru admitted.

"Me either."

"OK. Here's what we'll do. We'll go to the 100-yen store (3). If you still have problems, you can pool your money."

"What's a 100-yen store?"

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Of course, they've never heard of one. Why am I even remotely surprised? "They sell a little bit of everything and only charge 100 yen each." They all looked at me like I'm nuts.

"Only 100 yen?"

"Yes. I get cleaning supplies, school supplies, shampoo, and other stuff there. It helps stretch my budget. The items aren't name-brand, but they still work. It's a lot cheaper than buying things like that at the supermarket."

"How exciting! We could do a Host Club field trip and bring the princesses along."

"No way in hell, Senpai."

"But, Haruhi…"

"Tamaki-senpai, I don't really even want to bring you along. You don't think before you speak and will embarrass the rest of us. People shop there because they have to. They don't need to be made fun of while doing it."

"But, Haruhi…"

"She's right, Tama-chan. We must respect the people that we meet, no matter where."

"And respect their lifestyle," I commented, glancing at Kyoya.

"After Club, we'll all go back and change clothes. Orion uniforms won't fit in. Wear something you bought last week. It's within walking distance, so we won't have to take the train."

"Yea! I'll wear my light-up shoes!"

I smiled at him. At least someone likes their commoner clothes.

"You will also be wearing clothes from last weekend to Saturday's outing, so wash clothes tonight if you need to."

"What are we doing tomorrow, Haruhi?"

"It's a secret, Kaoru. I'll send an email out tonight with more information."

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xXx

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Host Club:

"Haruhi, why are you still wearing the boys' uniform?"

I've been asked this a few times. "I already have this one and can't afford the dress."

That's one of the reasons, but not the biggest. That is the dress itself. What an ugly monstrosity. I do not want to look like an upside-down daffodil. It's atrocious. The suit is much more comfortable and doesn't look ridiculous.

"I have one I grew out of. I could give it to you."

"Thank-you, princess, but I'll just wear the one I have."

"It's no trouble."

"Still, I'm fine."

"They way you are arguing with me tells me that money isn't the reason you're not wearing it."

What could happen if I told her the real reason? "You're right. There is another reason. I don't like the dress. It's uncomfortable and looks ridiculous on me."

She studied her dress and looked around at the others in the room. "It is very yellow."

"And puffy."

"But don't you have to wear the girls' uniform now?"

"Actually, the school dress code states that students must wear the official Ouran uniform. It does not specifically say anything about genders. From that, it's not against code for boys to wear the dress and girls to wear the suit."

"Interesting."

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"Honey-senpai, it's been so nice to see you and Mori-senpai at lunch this week. Will that continue?"

"No, it was just for this week. We wanted to catch up with the other members without interfering with their studies."

"Hnn."

"That's a shame. I'll still see you at the Host Club though?"

"Yes, princess. Takashi and I will be coming on Mondays and Wednesdays after we start university. We want to see you all so much we scheduled our classes that way."

"That's wonderful! You'll be here for the cosplays!"

"It will be so much fun! Dressing up and eating cake with you ladies!"

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"Kasanoda-san."

"Shinobu-san." We stared at each other like we were getting ready for a duel. I was not going to break the silence first.

Finally, she sighed and sat down across from me. "I wanted to show you something." Pulling out her phone, she found a picture and handed it to me.

"It's a dog bowl."

"It's Kasa's dog bowl. Isn't it cute?" That fucking thing is pink. It has diamonds spelling out the dog's name. Really? I mean, really? Chicks are weird.

"Whatever."

"My folks are looking forward to meeting you next week."

"I'll try to be polite."

"You can try, but we all know you're incapable."

"What about you? You're the one insulting me."

"And having a marvelous time doing it." She stood and left the club. I can't believe Pops wants me to date her. Wants me to marry her. His ultimatum makes me desperate to date Haruhi.

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"What are we going to do this weekend, Hikaru?" I whispered as I gazed up at his face.

"If you don't get your homework done before Sunday, we'll be playing punishment games," Hika replied with a grin. The girls all ooo'ed and ahhh'ed.

"But, Hikaru, you know I can't always get it done in time."

"Yes. Sometimes I think you want a punishment."

I blushed, shyly looked down at the floor, and murmured, "Sometimes I do."

"MOE" and nosebleeds all around. Girls are strange.

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What am I going to do about Haruhi? I'm a very busy man, as I told her yesterday morning. I don't have time for things that don't impact my business. I barely have time for those that do.

She reacted to the idea of us marrying like I expected. I've got around two months. I can't keep it quiet any longer than that. I've started Plan B and created the outlines for Plan C. This would be easier if I knew who owned the bar and the apartments.

This Commoner's Challenge is supposed to help us understand her life. What about ours? Learning how to run a business doesn't come close to all the nuances the elite have to deal with. Growing up, I took etiquette classes, ballroom dancing classes, and many others, just to learn how to behave in polite society.

Our process of dating and marriage is vastly different from hers. Marriage creates mergers and alliances between elite houses. Love doesn't exist in a marriage. If my father was still in charge of the family, he'd decide who I was going to marry and inform me of my future bride. I would have no say. Some do, but I wouldn't have with my father.

Arranged marriages are the rule not the exception. Eventually Honey-senpai, Mori-senpai, Tamaki, Satoshi, and Chika will all be engaged by their parents. Because of their background and relatively new money, the twins will probably be spared. It won't be long before Renge is told who she's marrying. She and Tamaki think they will be able to wed, but it isn't up to them. Her parents and his grandmother will have to agree. Their family's companies don't have much in common, so a merger doesn't make sense. He'll be hit with that reality before graduation.

Right now, I have the luxury of choosing my wife. I've chosen Haruhi. We will be married and soon. I have contingencies if she doesn't agree right away. This is the way the elite run their lives. If she's going to be a part of it, she might have to learn the hard way.

I'd like to spare her what's to come and go straight to our engagement, but my life doesn't work that way.

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"Kondo-san, Honda-san, it's good to see you again."

"Yes, Haruhi-chan, it's good to see you as well," Kondo-san said as his eyes swept my body. Why can't we get rid of this guy? I'm barely polite to him.

"Haruhi, Eito and I want to ask you to dinner this weekend. We'd be able to get to know each other better."

No way in hell. They've got to be kidding. Why on earth would I want to do that?

"That's a generous offer, Honda-san, but I must decline."

"May I ask why?"

"It's a Host Club policy to not attend outside events with clients."

"This isn't an event. It's just dinner."

"I understand; however, the rule still applies."

Kondo-san's stare drilled into my eyes, "That's unfortunate, Haruhi-chan. I was looking forward to spending more time with you."

I just bet you were. Creep. "You're welcome to designate me here at the Host Club."

Just then, Honda-san stood up and said, "Excuse me please. I'll be right back," and walked to the restroom.

"Haruhi, I want you to reconsider dinner. Taeko-chan is looking forward to it."

"It's against policy. Even if I wanted to go, which I don't, I would not be able to."

"I'll speak with Suoh-san and ask for a waiver to the rule. I want you to come to dinner."

"Thank you, but no. I will not come to dinner no matter what Tamaki-senpai says. Honda-san is coming back. This discussion is over."

"Haruhi, I wanted to ask you how you did on your English test?"

"I think I did well. The guys and I have been speaking English a lot to help…"

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xXx

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Heading to the 100-yen store, I looked around at my rich bastard friends dressed in normal clothes. Mori-senpai, Ritsu, Tamaki, and the twins wore jeans and t-shirts. Satoshi and Chika were wearing shorts and t-shirts they bought in the sports section. Honey-senpai was wearing his bunny pants, a t-shirt, and his light up shoes. Black pants and a white button down were the most relaxed Kyoya was ever going to get. And Renge was wearing her mini-skirt and a tank top. She looked cute. Tamaki-senpai couldn't take his eyes off her.

As we walked in, I instantly regretted my decision. Even if they were trying to be good, they still looked like idiots. Only Mori-senpai, Kaoru, Chika, and Ritsu listened to my instructions on cleaning products. They didn't need a lot, but they did need specific types. The rest were wandering the store, asking what the simplest things were.

"Haruhi. Mori-senpai, Chika, and I are going to get the stuff we need. Kaoru will try to keep everyone in line and quiet. We'll get out of here as fast as we can."

"Thanks, Ritsu. I appreciate it."

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"This place is amazing! Everything here for just 100 yen! I don't know what half of this stuff is, but I want it all."

"Hey, Boss, cool down. That is the behavior Haruhi was talking about."

"But, Kaoru, look around you. Isn't it fantastic!"

"It is but stop yelling. Now that you know where the store is, you can come back anytime without Haruhi and without a budget. Then you can act like the biggest idiot you want to."

"Kaou-chan! Look at the toys!"

"There sure are a lot Honey-senpai."

"Do you know what Silly Putty is? What about a slinky? Look over here, what's playdoh?"

He was running all through the toy section grabbing some crazy stuff. "I don't know what any of those are, Honey-senpai."

"Do you think Haru-chan will let us buy stuff with our own money? I really want to play with this."

"You can always ask."

Meanwhile, Hika is staring at the candy. There's a whole aisle of it and they are all just 100 yen. Way cheaper than the supermarket.

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"Haru-chan?"

Oh, no. Honey-senpai is giving me that look. I can't take those eyes. What is he going to ask me? I'm afraid to guess.

"Yes, Honey-senpai."

"If we see toys here that we want to try, can we buy them with our own money?" Those eyes!

"You could always come back another time, Honey-senpai."

He sniffed and begged, "But we're here now. Pleeeeeeaaassssseeee!"

Crap. "Yes, just don't go overboard. Only one basket (4)! We can't stay here all afternoon."

I'm going to regret this. I just know it.

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"Hika-chan, Kaou-chan, Tama-chan! Haru-chan says we can spend our own money here! Just one basket full!"

Hika grabbed a basket and started filling it with candy.

Honey-senpai went back and got all the strange toys he wanted to try.

Tamaki-senpai just went ape-shit. Stickers, mugs, Hello Kitty stuff, chopsticks, socks, different color pens, a clown mask, a pink bento box, windchimes, and a bunch of other random stuff.

I decided I'd just eat some of Hika's candy.

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"We're going to be here forever now, Haruhi. You shouldn't have let them shop."

"I know, Ritsu. I know. But did you see Honey-senpai's eyes! How can anyone say no to them?"

"Next time have him ask me. I can say no to anyone. It's part of my yakuza charm."

Mori-senpai came up with his basket, "Are these the right supplies?"

"Just what you need."

"Haruhi-senpai," Chika asked, "what is everyone else doing?"

I'm never taking these rich bastards shopping again. "Honey-senpai begged me to let him shop with his own money. Being the nice person I am, I made the mistake of saying yes. I told him one basket. I don't want to see how full it's going to be."

"Looks like Hikaru-senpai's basket is full of candy, and Tamaki-senpai's basket is full of random stuff."

"What an idiot."

"Today, I agree with you, Kasanoda-senpai."

"You all have to pack, do laundry, and clean. If you want to walk back as soon as you're done paying for the cleaning supplies, please go ahead. I'll wait with them to make sure they don't get arrested or anything."

"I'll wait with you, Haruhi. With my connections, I can get them out of jail faster than anyone," Ritsu smiled and winked at me.

With a little chuckle, I said, "I should go looking for Renge, Kyoya, and Satoshi. Who knows what kind of trouble they're making?"

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I've never seen makeup like this before. It's so cheap. I pay a lot of money for mine, although it never seemed like a lot of money until I saw this display. Maybe I should try a couple.

"Renge, that's not a good idea," Haruhi warned me as I started picking up a few.

"Why not?"

"They can cause skin reactions if you're not used to them. Stick with what you've been using. Your face always looks great."

My face flushed red, and I was reminded why Haruhi made such a good host as a boy.

"Thank you. You're so sweet."

I looked around, "I still want to buy a few things for fun. What do you recommend?"

"Anything really, just stay away from any toiletries. There's a reason they only cost 100 yen."

I started looking at the kawaii office supplies. Those sticky notes and pens have flowers on them. I have to get those. How cute – kitten stickers. Now I see a whole aisle of Hello Kitty toys.

Maybe I should get a basket.

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I found Kyoya in a corner on his phone. I can't get mad. Look at some of the other guys running around and seeing how many things they can squeeze into their baskets. At least he isn't embarrassing me.

"Kyoya?"

"Mmmm"

"Mori-senpai and Chika are buying the cleaning supplies now and going back to the apartments. You can go back with them if you want. The rest are staying because I stupidly said they could shop with their own money.

"Ritsu and I are staying to keep them out of trouble."

"How's your shoulder?"

"It aches, but it would if I was at your apartment with a nurse. It's part of the healing process."

"If you were at my apartment, the nurse could give you your pain medication and be there if you need her. I know they make you dizzy."

"Don't need them. I'm fine." I don't want to get into this again. I shouldn't have mentioned his apartment. I started this topic.

"If you're sure. I don't want to hear you complain when you could be getting the best care."

"Have you heard me complain?"

"Not yet."

"They're leaving. Go back to your apartment, Kyoya. You have a lot to do there."

He turned and left the store. Without saying good-bye.

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I need to get back to the apartment. I have a lot to do that the others don't. Collect the keys, officially move out with the manager, watch him inspect the apartments. How did I become the responsible one?

"Satoshi? You aren't buying anything?"

"Not today. I may come back. I have to talk to the apartment manager and get us officially moved out. I better get back."

"OK. Let me know if you need help."

"I will. Thanks, Haruhi-senpai."

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I never even suspected that much junk could fit in one of those baskets. Honey-senpai has a dozen pairs of socks, all with different animals, and bags and bags of candy. I know he acts and looks like a middle-school kid, but he is 18. What does he need all those toys for? It's ridiculous, but I can't be mad. He's so excited! The clerk thinks he's 12 and they are having a cute conversation.

Tamaki-senpai is at a different register. I took a quick look at his purchases, but after I saw the egg timer and the clown mask, I had to walk away. Rich idiot bastard.

"Hikaru, you're going to get more cavities than Honey-senpai if you eat all that candy."

"I'll try not to eat it all at once."

At least Renge's basket is only half full.

"Kaoru? Toys and cute bento boxes?"

"I've been talking to one of Mom's seamstresses a lot lately. She used to work in a clothes factory and has been teaching me about manufacturing and labor costs and how commoner clothes are priced. I thought I'd get her kids some things as a thank you."

"That's sweet. I'm sure they'll like them."

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Cleaning up:

"Now that you've shown me how to do the laundry Haruhi, you probably should go show the guys. They're helpless and might flood the apartment."

She's right. They are all supposed to be in Hikaru's and Satoshi's apartment waiting for a demonstration.

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"That's how you load a washing machine. Be careful not to use too much detergent. Once the clothes are clean, you put them in the dryer and put the setting like this." Haruhi showed us how to do the dryer. Clothes are complicated.

"Can't you just dry-clean these?"

"No. Not a lot of regular clothes are dry-clean. It's too expensive."

Walking over to the table, she explained how to use the cleaning supplies. "Again, don't use too much. These are chemicals and can hurt your skin or have a strong smell that could cause headaches. Open your windows before using them." Cleaning supplies can hurt you? Weird. "And no matter what, don't get them in your eyes. Wash your hands before you touch your face."

Haruhi showed us how to sweep the mats, wipe down the kitchen, and clean the bathroom. I'm glad she picked Satoshi's and my apartment to demonstrate. She's walking us through it because of her arm. Ours will at least be done right.

"How's your shoulder, Haru-chan?"

"It's doing better, Honey-senpai. Thanks for asking."

She turned to the group, "Get cleaning. If you put your sheets in first, they should be done by the time you are done cleaning. After your apartment has been inspected and approved by the manager, you are free to go back to your ridiculously large mansions." She smiled to take the sting out of that.

"I'll be around your apartments if you have questions."

"What about dinner?" Kaoru asked.

"Let's go out! We can dine as we were meant to. Gourmet food and candlelight. It will be delicious."

"You all can go; I can't afford it."

"Darling Haruhi, we'll pay for yours as a thank you for the experience. How about fancy tuna?"

My kryptonite. "Sure. As you are done here, meet at my apartment."

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As I was leaving to get back to my apartment, Haruhi grabbed my arm, "Kyoya, can we talk for a minute."

"Of course."

We went back to my apartment and she watched as Honey-senpai set the washing machine.

"Honey-senpai, Kyoya and I are going to talk for just a few minutes. Why don't you get started on your bedroom, so you two and clean the kitchen and bathroom together."

"Sure thing, Haru-chan!"

She lead me into my bedroom and sat on the futon. I sat down next to her and dreaded what was coming next. I don't have time for this.

"Kyoya, I first want to apologize. I thought about what you said and I hadn't considered how busy you are on top of school. I should have realized, seeing a small bit of how busy a company can keep you, and you are leading an entire corporation."

Damn. I thought we were going to fight again about my participation in this stupid challenge.

"However." Shit. "With better communication, most of our disagreements this week could have been avoided.

"If you had come to me with a cogent argument, I could have modified the challenge to take up less time. If I had explained why this is so important to me, you might have participated with a better attitude."

She's right. I know she's right. But what she is describing is what partners do. When we are dating, engaged, married, parents, etc., I will always be in charge and she will have to follow my lead. I can't get her expectations up too high.

"That might have worked, but this Challenge would still have been difficult for me and my schedule. Haruhi, you have no idea how busy I am with work. That acquisition in Germany took months to finalize. I don't get to sleep before 2am and have to be up for school. The schedule and the stress are taxing."

"Is there anything I can do?"

Yes. Screw my brains out! Fuck me like there's no tomorrow. Scream my name!

"Nothing that I can think of."

"I'll see if I can come up with something."

Shit, I wish she'd realize what she's saying.

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xXx

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Satoshi was the last to get to Haruhi's apartment. I don't want to go to some fancy restaurant. I'm more down to earth than most of them. The fellas and I go out to regular places a lot.

"Tamaki-senpai, I know you are excited about dinner, and I do understand why you all would want to eat at the best place around, but I don't want to go somewhere fancy. Isn't there a sushi place that is more casual?"

Way to go, Haruhi. I should have known she'd try to talk them down.

Kaoru spoke up, "I know just the place!"

"We'll take my limo. It's the biggest."

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It was a nice place, but it didn't have chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and magnificent art work on the walls. Also, no dance floor.

"This is perfect, Kaoru. Thanks."

"No problem, Haruhi."

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Dinner conversation centered around the Challenge. Things that were surprises, things that were learned, and things we were glad to never have to do again.

I spent the time watching Haruhi. After being back, I can't believe I stayed away so long. Her smile is infectious. Her eyes are an open book to her emotions. It took me a while to get used to it, but I even like her shorter hair.

Mitsukuni and I go back to a normal routine on Monday, just going to Ouran for Host Club on Mondays and Wednesdays. Lunch with Haruhi has been such a treat.

Starting Monday, I'm going to be driving myself. I'll offer her rides and since it's not a limo…

"So, what are we doing tomorrow, Haru-chan?" Mitsukuni asked.

"I'll send out an email as soon as I get home. We're not meeting until 1, so you all can sleep in if you want." She raised an eyebrow at Kyoya. "Tomorrow is the last part of the Challenge. Once we're done there, you are all free to be rich bastards again."

"Yea!"

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xXx

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Email from Haruhi to Rich Bastards:

Here are the rules for tomorrow:

Meet at the Tabata train station at 1 pm (eat lunch before you come)

Dress casual, wear clothes we bought last weekend

Wear comfortable shoes (If the ones you bought aren't comfortable, wear some of your own.)

Bring a good attitude.

We will be done around 6 pm.

Dinner on your own after.

If you want to know where we are going and what you are going to be doing…show up tomorrow.

Haruhi.

End email

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xXx

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Author's Note:

Not that big of a cliffhanger…

What do you think of her injury? The fight with Kyoya? Her apology? His thoughts? His assumption they will be married and her reaction.

Writing their thoughts and conversations after she got home from the hospital was more difficult than I thought it'd be. I'm happy with the way they turned out.

And, of course, the 100 yen store. I couldn't resist.

(1) Aren't you glad I write long chapters and you don't have to wait for next week to find out what happened?

(2) Just go with it. I know she wouldn't be wheeled in there in an American Hospital, but I have no idea what would happen in a Japanese Hospital.

(3) Like the Dollar Store in America. Everything in there is 100 yen each. I checked – they really have them.

(4) Depending on where you live, a basket can mean a shopping cart. I don't mean that. I mean a hand carried basket the store provides to collect your purchases. Much smaller than a shopping cart, which are those things that you push. Hope that makes sense.

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Next Chapter:

What in the world are they doing on Saturday. Any guesses?

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