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I lean my head back and groan. "It's such a long story…and long stories take energy." I'm starting to wimp out. I can't tell him. I realize. I can already start feeling the sadness sink in.

Kyoya smirks. "You're wasting time aren't you?"

Maybe if I him the short version he'll be satisfied. "Long story short: We were never kidnapped as a set. My siblings were, but I wasn't. My Dad didn't want to admit to the world he lost us-them, so he sent our private police force to look for them. It took them a year to find them."

I left out a ton of important details, but I can't ever say those without crying. It hurts for me to remember. No matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise, it's the truth.

He brings out the laptop and turns the screen so I can see him delete the video.

"You have another copy don't you?" I make it more of a statement than a question.

Kyoya looks up and looks calculating when he says. "You left out many details from your account, did you not?"

I shrug. "You really don't want to hear it all. Besides I don't believe the rest pertains to you."

"I am curious though."

"Of what?" I ask before I can stop myself.

"As to why you weren't kidnapped." He replies.

I shrug again. "Perhaps I was too irritating. We were only six years old at the time. Now can we drop the subject?"

He sighs. "I have one more question." I nod and gesture for him to continue. "Why are you so against telling me?"

Great. Now I have to deal with all the stupid sadness I feel. It shouldn't matter now, it was years ago. "I didn't want to tell you." I admit quietly. "I don't want to tell anyone." I feel the tears on the corner of my eyes and wipe them away quickly. I've never had the luxury of crying.

"Why not?" He asks. "Because of who I am and you don't trust me or-"

"It's not you." I say quietly. I look away and stare at the wall. "It's because I don't want to relive painful memories."

He's silent for a moment. "Does it really affect you that much?" He finally asks.

I feel the tears running freely down my face and hold my hand out. "The pillow please."

When I feel it in my hands I cover my face with it. I will not cry. I will not cry. I repeat it over and over until I finally do feel in control.

I risk a look at Kyoya. He's examining me from his seat. "I can't. It's not because I don't want to tell you, but because I simply can't."

He looks cautious now. "And I'm supposed to believe you because?"

I bite my lip. "Please just take my word for it."

"You've never said please before."

"I've never had to beg before." I reply softly.

He looks at me again. He seems to be thinking it over. He nods his consent. "After all the trouble I went through to take that video."

I smile sadly. "I'm sure you'll find another use for it."

Kyoya stands. "I will call your siblings in if you would like."

"Yes please." I feel like a little girl again.

He looks as if he wants to say something, but chooses not to. He goes to the door and to my surprise my Dad comes in.

Holy crap. I put the pillow next to me and sit up as best as I can.

"Sir?" Kyoya asks. It looks like he didn't know my Dad was coming. Did he?

I shoot a glance at him, but I don't see his response because my Dad chooses to speak then.

"Leave us."

Kyoya nods. "Of course." Never have I wanted him to stay as much as I did in that moment. But he leaves just as my Dad ordered. Closing the door behind him.

"I hear that you are ill."

I shake my head. "Not as much as I was before." I assure him. "I finished my paperwork."

He shakes his head. "Never mind the paperwork, Sakura."

"Sara." I correct him.

He frowns. "Are you sure?"

I'm too tired to be angry. "Quite sure." You know…it's a wonder we didn't get confused as children as to who we were. A small miracle.

"Good. At least I know I only have on useless child."

I wish he would leave.

"But perhaps you aren't so useless." He says after I don't answer him. I wait for him to continue. "You see…I have gotten a quite the marriage offer for you. You will never guess from whom."

But- I never encouraged anyone…and surely no one would be interested in someone who studies all day.

Not waiting for my guess he continues. "You remember Tamaki Suoh?" I freeze. No…

"Yes." I say carefully.

He smiles. "His grandmother seems to believe you would make a perfect match for her grandson." He pats my hand and it takes all my power not to pull away. "I'm proud of you for securing such a catch. He will no doubt bring more power and prestige to our family."

By our family, he means him.

"I-" Words seem to escape me as I try to process what he is saying. "When did this occur?"

"Yesterday afternoon." He tells me. "I met with his grandmother and father and both agreed you would make a favorable wife to him."

I feel faint. Tamaki is nice, but he's- not who I want to be married to! And it's quite obvious he's enamored with Haruhi! I don't want to marry him.

"Does he know?" I dare to ask.

My Dad shakes his head. "Not yet."

"Do my siblings know?" I press. I'm going to need all the help I can get.

He frowns to show his displeasure. "No. Do you really feel the need to flaunt your success to them?"

Okay now I really feel sick. Like I'm about to throw up. "Dad…if you don't want to be sick I suggest you leave." I push a button I remember calls a nurse to my room.

"Are you demanding I leave, Sara?" He demands angrily. His pride is really going to get him in trouble. I hope he isn't going to fly into his rages.

A nurse comes into the room and I don't wait for her to speak. "I need something I can throw up."

She picks up a chrome trash can and places it in my lap. She picks up my hair and holds it back like she's done it a million times.

I guess my Dad realized I was serious because after I'm done I notice he left the room.

"Feeling better?" She asks me. She lets go of my hair and hands me a wipe which I use right away. I hate being sick. I hate it so much.

I shake my head. "Not really."

"I'm not surprised. You still have a high fever. Young mister Otori has told us to keep you here until we're sure you've recovered completely." She informs me.

I'm not surprised. After all he's the one that brought me here. This must be one of his family hospitals. It's very nice. I look at the nurse. "Are you the nurse that was attending to me last night?"

She nods cautiously. "It's the beginning of my shift so that is why I didn't come so quickl-"

I wave away her comment. "You came fast enough." I look at her nervous expression and wonder how many important she's had to deal with and many of them were jerks. "I wanted to apologize for my behavior last night. Unfortunately I'm not myself when I'm sick. I tend to act first and think later so I apologize for anything I might have said or might have done that was anything less than cordial."

She seems astonished. After a few moments she nods. "Thank you, miss. I realize that you were feeling unwell. And it's quite alright…"

I shake my head. "Acting that way to others is never 'quite alright.'" I give her a small smile. "Please accept my apology."

She blinks a few times before smiling as well. "Yes, it's forgotten now miss. I accept your apology."

"Good. Now do you know if there are four other people who look like me waiting to see me?"

She nods. "They arrived a little before you buzzed for me." She takes the trash can and places a covering over it. "Are they your twins?"

"We're quintuplets." I tell her. "Do you mind letting them up?"

She shakes her head. "I will be sure to tell someone to bring them right away." She walks out with the trash can.

I put the pillow behind my head again. And wait until my siblings come.

"Sara!" Susanna's standing in the doorway with a huge grin. "You're awake!"

I frown. "Did I fall asleep again?"

I hear a chuckle coming from my left and see Stephen sitting in a chair. He's grinning. "Yes."

"We were expecting you to be yelling again, but you were sleeping like a baby." Suzette tells me. She's sitting on a chair on my right. I see Sakura sitting on the edge of my bed. She smiles and pats my leg. Her way of saying she's happy to see me.

"Well we have to talk." I tell them seriously.

They exchange glances with each other before looking back at me. "Now?"

I nod. "Dad came to see me."

Suzette tenses. I pat her knee. She looks surprised at my touch, but doesn't question it.

"What did he say?" Stephen asks.

I bite my lip and look down the sheets. "He…chose a 'suitable' match for me."

"He told you just now?" Susanna exclaims with disbelief.

Suzette looks furious. "He didn't even ask if you were okay with it?"

I shake my head. "He said I was picked by his father a-"

"Grandpa?" Susanna asks. She looks confused.

I want to laugh at her. "No the guy's father and his grandmother." I look at Suzette. "Guess."

She too looks confused, but after a second she gasps. "No…"

I nod. "Yes."

"Can someone tell me who the bloody hell it is?" Stephen sighs impatiently.

Sakura pouts and points to Suzette and I. She wants one of us to tell her already.

I look at Suzette and she nods. Together we say. "Suoh Tamaki."

Susanna closes the door. "Are you serious?"

I look at Stephen and see that he looks shocked. "Was he even on your list?"

"No. That's what is bothering me." I tell him. "How did his grandmother even know about me and why me? Suzette has more in common with him."

"But I wouldn't want to marry him!" She protests.

"His father is chairman of the school." Sakura reminds us.

Stephen nods. "He probably knew what a hard worker you were and told the grandmother. She's the real head of the family right?"

"That's what I've heard." I sigh. "I don't want to be engaged to anyone."

"And doesn't Haruhi have a crush on him?" Susanna asks.

Suzette nods. "And he's head over heels for her even if he doesn't know it yet."

I groan. "Why me?"

"It will be all right. Just use your connections and stuff to break it off." Stephen tells me.

"That would have worked only if they didn't tell Dad first." I remind me.

We're all silent for a moment.

"Does he know?" Suzette wonders aloud.

I shake my head. "No. And I wonder what he'll think. He visited me along with the rest of the Host Club. He'll probably think I was keeping it from him."

Sakura shakes her head. She doesn't agree with me.

"When do you think Haruhi will find out?" Susanna bites her lip. "I like her. I don't want her to be hurt by our father's decisions."

Usually our Father's decisions only harm us. But now…

"Let's talk about something else." Stephen decides.

"Agreed." My sisters and I say. It's better we don't talk about this now.

I turn to Suzette. "How are your designs going? If I remember correctly you were commissioned by the Host Club to do that Hawaiian theme, no?"

She nods happily. "I showed them to the twins a week ago. We are going to work on them on Saturday."

"We'll be sure to cover for you." Stephen tells her.

"Actually-" She says with a frown. "Maybe you should come with me…that way I can make sure it'll fit you and Sara."

"Why don't we make a day of it?" Susanna suggests. She looks excited. "We can go over to the Hitachiin residence and then go somewhere fun!"

Sakura grins and nods in agreement.

"Where should we go?" I ask. Then I get an idea. "How about the park? We can do a lot of things there. There are paddle boats, great places for sketching for you Susanna, and best of all a Dad-free zone."

Stephen breaks into a grin. "I like it! There's also a huge field we can play football in."

Suzette and Susanna groan. "No that again."

"I think it's a good idea." Sakura decides.

"Me too. I think we all need a break from Dad." I say thinking more of myself than them.

"All in favor?" Suzette asks. She raises her hand and we follow in suit.

"It's settled. And I should be out of here by tomorrow." I tell them.

They nod. They end up standing with me until visitor hours are over. By then I miss them. I wish I could have gone with them, but Kyoya correctly assumed that if I did I would have done more work.

I lay back down and try to sleep. I'll be home tomorrow. And hopefully I won't be sick anymore.

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