Chapter 25~ A Proper Lady

That was the worst thing I had ever thought if in my life. Why did I think it was smart? Why did I go through with it knowing he would get mad? Why did I ruin everything? Just yesterday, we were laying on his bed, everything was perfect, he was letting me in. Breaking down his walls for me and I ruined it all. If I wanted to, I could blame it all on Tamaki and Natsumi for putting the thought in my head, but it was my fault for thinking he would do that.

After he walked away, I couldn't make myself stand up. Tamaki carried me to the limo. Mentally I decided to stay away from the Club for awhile while things settled down. The only reason I would go is to formally apologize, especially to that girl I made cry. I didn't know her and I had never seen her before in my life, but making her cry was just about the meanest thing had ever done in my life. I wanted to call him, tell him I was sorry. When did I become such a terrible person?

"You're not a terrible person Emi," Tamaki said on our way home. I nodded my head.

"I am. Would you do that Natsu? No, you wouldn't. Know why? Because you are not a terrible person." He tried to hug me then, but I wouldn't let him. I didn't deserve his kindness. I had hurt at least two innocent people today, that is two too many in my book.

"Emi," he said. I refused to look at him. Tamaki held people up too highly, believed that too many people were kind. "Emi, look at me," he said slowly. I wouldn't, I couldn't. He gripped my chin and made me look him in his violet eyes. Why do violet and purple have to be the same color? "You're not a terrible person. You just went with your gut."

"And it was wrong! The only thing any of that did was make him hate me."

That was the end of our conversation. I knew Tamaki couldn't -wouldn't- deny the truth. I sat in the limo reveling in my self pity until it finally stopped. I looked out the window, "This isn't home." The door opened and Tamaki and I climbed out. We were at the first mansion, which I figured could only mean one thing. Either I was, hopefully, getting kicked out of the family because Yuzuru doesn't want me anymore or I was about to meet that woman Tamaki referred to as Grandmother.

We walked up to the house and knocked on the door. That same old woman from before appeared on the other side. "You're late," she said in a cold voice. She ushered us through the door and up to Yuzuru's office. I was not in the mood for this old woman who's name I couldn't remember, nor was I in the mood to talk to anyone. I wanted to sit in my room and listen to sad music.

She practically pushed me into the office, leaving Tamaki out in the hall. I turned around to stop the door as it closed and I pulled him in with me. "I do not want that disgrace to be in my presence," I heard an old dry voice say. Tamaki bowed slightly and turned to leave, but I held on to his arm.

"I want him here," I said, my voice just above a whisper. I may not be in the mood for people, but I didn't want to be left unprotected in a room with her. I looked her in the eye.

"More like your mother than I thought," she said more to herself. She went and sat behind Yuzuru's desk. She hadn't said anything else about Tamaki so I pulled him with me to the chairs opposite her. "As you may have heard, I have announced you heir to the Suoh name," she paused and I nodded. "And as such, you will have to make appearances to formal occasions." Formal? Like dressed up and acting polite toward people you want nothing to do with other than rope them in to give you more money? No thank you.

"Of course," is what I went with instead. She smiled slightly, it was obvious she never did that much with how foreign it looked on her face.

"Next weekend there is a gala at the Ootori estate. You will be attending with Hikaru Hitachiin." This woman is trying to make me have a mental breakdown, isn't she? "I assume you know how to dance."

I shook me head, "No. I don't actually." She looked at me like I was insane, as if she had never met someone that couldn't dance. Then she let out a sigh that made me feel like I was just being an inconvenience.

"Then after school for the rest of the week you will take lessons." I nodded. "You will also move into the first mansion with your father." I looked over at Tamaki. He had told me that he hadn't been allowed to stay here. As annoying as I find him sometimes, I couldn't leave him. He gave me another reassuring look, but I couldn't accept it this time.

"No."

She narrowed her eyes at me, "It wasn't a question Emiku."

I knew I was being defiant, but it didn't matter. If she unnamed me heir, so what, Tamaki would just take that place back up. Nothing that I considered bad could happen. I crossed my arms over my chest. "I can't just leave Tamaki." She hated that I had acknowledged his name. She hated him, hated that I cared about him. I took his hand, "He's my brother and I love him."

"You're mother left because of love, you should follow her example!" She leaned her hands on the desk and got a little closer to me. I stood up.

"If you hadn't noticed, I'm not my mother." So this is the second time in one day I've made someone mad enough to yell. Well, third if you count yarn hair girl, but I don't. That one was just funny. "I'm not even close to being my mother."

"You're right about that. She understood her place." We were practically screaming at each other now.

"And she raised me to be my own person, not to be used by other people!" There was the source of all my problems. She had raised me to be strong and not let people walk over me.

"If she had just let you live here when you were born, we wouldn't be having this argument!"

"Do not blame this on my mother! She was a wonderful, loving person that was protecting me from this!" I tried to calm myself down, I was praying that either Yuzuru or Tamaki would say something. I had a feeling in the back of my mind that they wouldn't and for a silly reason. They were scared of this old woman. "I'll act like a proper lady, but I will not leave Tamaki," I said calmly, bringing my voice back down, and sat back in my chair.

Her eyes shone with discontentment and I expected her to yell more, but she back down and folded her hands as if we weren't just yelling only seconds ago. "Fine. You may go." Tamaki and I stood up to leave the room. We got to the door. "Oh, Emiku. Do not forget about your dance lessons after school." I looked back at her.

"Of course not."

Later that night, I sat on my bed, really studying for my test on Wednesday. All of the meaningless songs my iPod contained were playing on an endless loop. I didn't want to think about anything important so I made up for it by listening mostly to Kesha. "Radio Radio Radio" was playing loudly now and I couldn't help it. I laid down, tucking Chi under my arm as hot tears slid down my cheeks.

That is a very dirty song. I meant nothing bad by Kesha for all of you who like her. I have nothing against her.

So, tell me what you think! Did you like it? Hate it? Love it? I know there was absolutely not Kyo/Emi at all, but I thought this was a very necessary chapter.