A/N: So normally, I wouldn't write author's notes for this story because I want to preserve the illusion, but since it's been so long since I updated this story, I felt I should give returning readers a quick recap of the story's events.

-Haruhi one day gets a mysterious group of packages delivered to her door. Inside are six androids designed to be perfect lovers and escorts.

-Haruhi can't get ahold of the company that created them so she has no choice but to let them stay with her.

-The group gets her into a bunch of wacky shenanigans involving a shady stunt show, an arrest at the carnival, a prison riot, and a deadly dodgeball game when the six of them decide to go to school with her.

-In the most recent chapter, Haruhi and the gang are doing some spring cleaning, when two doctors show up at Haruhi's door. They're from the company that created the robots.

And that's where we are now. I hope you enjoy!


08.21.11

THE TWO HARUHIS

I can't tell you how strange it was to just sit there in my kitchen with those two doctors. Like this was a luncheon or a business meeting. Something normal.

I didn't know what to make of them at first glance. Dr. Suoh seemed the more approachable of the two. He'd been taken aback by Tamaki's enthusiastic greeting but smiled all the same. Dr. Ootori, upon entering my apartment, did a quick sweep of the place and his eyes lingered for a time on Kyoya. Though no words were exchanged, I had to wonder if they were also 'father and son'.

There weren't enough seats at the table, so it was just me and the two doctors, with everyone else crowding around us. I noticed that none of the guys had said more than two words since the doctors arrived. Even Tamaki had fallen silent. He stood behind Dr. Suoh with his eyes on the floor like he was only there to refill wine glasses.

"My colleague and I apologize for dropping in unannounced, Fujioka-san," said Dr. Suoh.

Dr. Ootori wore a look that was somewhere between anger and boredom. I think he wanted his partner to only speak for himself.

"As soon as we heard your message, we knew there was no time to waste. We've already had several complaints from the intended recipient of the order you received."

"I called you guys months ago," I said.

The doctors shared a quick glance, and then Dr. Suoh coughed. "Yes well, our customer center has been a bit backed up since we released our first line of products. Please understand that we are prepared to take full responsibility for any inconvenience this may have caused you. If you require financial reimbursement, we have been authorized to grant up to eight million yen. That is the current buying price for each individual model in the bundle you mistakenly received."

He kept looking at his clipboard as he spoke. It made his words sound even more scripted than if he'd just memorized them. The guys remained silent. I checked every so often for the same glazed over eyes from the time they were arrested. So far, it appeared they just had nothing to say, but alarm bells were already ringing in my head.

"Okay, well…" I furrowed my brow. "Something I've been wondering this whole time… what exactly is your company?"

There were a lot of better ways I could've phrased that question. This Ouran company had not only successfully created artificial intelligence, but they'd done it in such a way that their A.I.s could develop real human emotions. That was extraordinary. It could change the world. And they were keeping it under lock and key with insanely tight security measures so no one ever found out.

"Our company is mainly focused on the manufacturing of super advanced robotics," said Dr. Ootori, who was finally ready to join the conversation. "You've no doubt have figured out that much. Specifically, our products serve as companions, sexual or otherwise. They are learning A.I.s programmed to provide the utmost care and attention to their owners. I assume you've already utilized these functions?"

I didn't like the look he was giving me. Like he fully expected I had used them in every possible way.

"They're my friends," I told him firmly. "That's all I've ever asked them to be."

He hummed as Dr. Suoh started writing again. "You understand that if you're lying, we will find out."

"Dr. Ootori, please," said Dr. Suoh. "Fujioka-san, please forgive my colleague's brashness. We only mean to say that if there are any damages to our property, it might require compensation. However, we are willing to waive all fees as it would ultimately be the result of our mistake."

Somehow, that didn't satisfy me. I had yet to relax after my knee jerk reaction to Dr. Suoh referring to my friends are 'property'. It got even worse when Dr. Ootori snapped his fingers, and all six of them turned around in total synchronicity, their heads bowed with the metal plates in their scalps partially visible.

The doctors got to work.

They started with the twins, flipping a switch to disable them so they fell in a heap of red hair and limbs at my feet. I had to back up when Hikaru's hand brushed my ankle. I might've imagined it, but his skin felt like ice. I'd never seen them so pale before either. My stomach churned as the plate in Hikaru's head slid up. I looked away quickly, but for a split second, I beheld the bolts and wires where a brain was meant to be.

I don't really remember everything about the next few minutes. I think maybe I've tried to block it out. I've never been a squeamish person. This was the year we got to watch the childbirth video in health class, and while my peers squirmed the whole way through, I just took my notes like always. At no point did my stomach protest.

And that was a human body with blood and organs in it. This was circuitry; like the guts of a computer hard drive. When I caught brief glimpses of their insides, that's what it looked like. Every single one of them. I still think about when they pulled the entire top of Tamaki's skull off every time my dad needs help with his computer. For the rest of the day, my appetite is just gone.

I know they finished eventually. The plates were screwed back on and the buttons for reactivation pressed. They all sat up, looking around and stretching like nothing had happened. Six pairs of eyes landed squarely on me.

"Are you all right, Haruhi?" Tamaki asked.

I smiled and nodded. I couldn't speak for the lump in my throat. They were still themselves.

"All tests so far are positive," said Dr. Suoh. Tests for what? I was scared to ask. "Dr. Ootori, what is your report?"

Dr. Ootori typed so fast on his handheld device that Kyoya would be slow by comparison, and that's not a statement I make lightly. "No viruses, no hardware issues, no internal damage. All positives across the board."

"Glad to hear it," said Dr. Suoh. "Fujioka-san, thank you kindly for taking such good care of our products."

If they called them 'products' one more time, I don't think I could've been held responsible for my actions. "They're fully capable of taking care of themselves, but I'm sure you know that. All I did was put a roof over their heads."

I think if they'd been listening to me, my tone would've been enough to start an argument. Dr. Ootori already hated me for no reason, and Dr. Suoh could only keep up the nicey-nice pretenses for so long. For now, they were too busy with whatever Dr. Ootori was typing to bother with me.

"It appears an incident of physical strain caused the split," said Dr. Suoh. He took the tablet from his colleague, and I could see on the screen schematics of a head shaped like Hikaru or Kaoru's. "Data shows a clean break in their shared mind programming and a seamless installation of their backup individual software. We'll have to do a full system reboot if we want to-"

"Excuse me." I snapped. "If you're going to talk about them like that, does it have to be while they're in the room?"

They shouldn't have been saying it at all. Hikaru and Kaoru had been separated for weeks at this point, and it was hard to imagine what they used to be like when they had become so different. I could see it even now. Hikaru had his fists clenched in his lap, Kaoru's hand covering one of them. They remained as passive as the rest, but that single gesture spoke volumes. It was no wonder identifying who was who had become second nature to me.

I looked at Tamaki and Kyoya. The former had caught his lip between his teeth. He looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't make his jaw move. His ability to disobey must've extended only to me and not as far as his creator.

Even Kyoya was cowed by them. Kyoya!

I didn't think this day could get any more surreal, but then Dr. Ootori's phone rang. He answered it, mumbled words I can't remember with his head turned away, then hung up and replaced it in his pocket, all within the span of maybe ten seconds.

"She's here," he told Dr. Suoh, who nodded.

"Who's here?" I asked. They continued whispering to each other in scientific jargon until that and the crippling silence coming from my friends was too much for me. I slammed my hands on the table. "Could one of you please answer my question?"

They fell silence and looked at me. I disliked the glare Dr. Ootori gave me immensely, but if he was annoyed at me for interrupting their important conversation, that was just too bad. He was lucky Dr. Suoh stepped in before I could unleash my rage at him.

"Forgive us, Fujioka-san. I know we're a bit cramped in here, but there's going to be one more guest joining us today."

As soon as he said that, there was a knock on my door. I use that term loosely because it was really more like a pound from a battering ram. The door almost folded in on itself with the third smack. My friend even looked up, and Hunny and Mori took fighting stances just in case. Dr. Suoh took it upon himself to go to the door and unlock it. As if he had the right to invite complete strangers into my home.

It's hard to describe the woman who came in because I feel like no matter what I say, I'm going to offend someone. I can tell you she was fat. Very fat. So much so that I don't know how she was able to fit through my door without sucking in her gut. She was probably in her fifties, though it was hard to tell through all the makeup. Have you ever gone to a clothing store where there are middle-aged employees wearing so much makeup that it looks like they've literally painted over their skin? That's what she looked like.

And there is nothing wrong with any of that, let me just say.

She wore a tan pantsuit with a matching handbag. Her hair was cut short in a Western style bob. Rings adorned all her fingers, including one with a massive ruby the size of a golf ball. The band was engraved with the English letters H and F. Dr. Ootori went to greet her, sweeping into a full bow. I guess he's only going to be respectful if you give him money.

"Good afternoon, Ma'am. I'm sorry we had to call you here on such short notice," he said.

The woman sniffed. "It's just as well, as long as I get what's rightfully mine."

Her voice ground at my ears. I took note of a half empty pack of cigarettes sticking out of her handbag. She caught me staring, her eyes meeting mine as her mouth fixed into a deep frown.

"You must be the other me," she said.

I blinked. "What? The other you?"

Doctor Suoh stepped up. "Haruhi Fujioka, may I please introduce… Haruhi Fujioka."

He said the first part to me and the second part to the woman. Or maybe it was the first part to her and the second part to me. Hard to say for sure looking back on it. The woman, whom I will henceforth refer to as 'Mrs. Fujioka', studied me for a long time, sizing me up. I did the same to her until something else got her attention. Her eyes popped out of her skull and she lumbered past me, smacking me in the face with her handbag.

"Is this them?" she asked. She stopped in front of Hunny. He had relaxed his stance and now stood up straight like a cadet in the army.

"Hello, I am Loli-Shota Model number 031873. I'm very pleased to meet you." He spoke in monotone and it gave me chills. He should be screaming his words while leaping ten feet into the air like he's the happiest boy alive.

"Oh, look what a darling thing you are!" Mrs. Fujioka pinched his cheeks between her meaty fingers. "So adorable. I'll buy you a brand new wardrobe and we'll get you all dressed up for my parties. Everyone will just die when they see you. How about a little sailor suit? Yes, that's a perfect idea!"

Hunny said nothing as she moved on to Mori. He introduced himself as Hunny had, his voice a distant mumble like he wanted to keep his mouth shut.

"Mmm, and you're a handsome one, aren't you," she said. I didn't like the hunger in her eyes at all. I knew what they were all originally made for, and the thought of them doing that with this woman… with any woman really…

"I am Mischievous Model number 081682," said Hikaru when she got to him.

"I am Mischievous Model number 120768," Kaoru copied his brother.

Mrs. Fujioka hummed and looked at Doctor Suoh. "So they originally came as a single entity but they had their programs rewritten?"

"More or less," said Dr. Suoh. "It's more like their old programming was unexpectedly deleted and their backup programming kicked in as a result."

"If you want them rebooted to factory settings, we can do that back at headquarters," said Dr. Ootori, in that unfeeling way of his that made me want to pick up a chair and beat him with it.

I was about to open my mouth and start screaming, but Mrs. Fujioka was faster.

"We'll worry about that later. First, I want to see what they're like as they are now. If I'm satisfied, they'll be perfect escorts for my monthly poker games. My dear friend Suzi is always bringing around those identical twin bodyguards of hers just to show off. Well, we'll see about that."

Now it was Kyoya and Tamaki's turns. Kyoya did his part in introducing himself and got cooed over in turn. I think Mrs. Fujioka wanted him for black tie events. She'd said the same thing about Mori, so I knew what her type had to be.

"And you," she said almost reverently to Tamaki. She put her hands on his face. "Oh, look at you… you are the spitting image of my Mashiro. Yes, he was the most handsome man I ever saw, and he had eyes just like yours."

Mrs. Fujioka ran her fingers along his cheeks, tilted his head side to side, touched him in so many ways that a blind man could see he didn't want. I saw the others reacting as well. Kyoya's lips were pursed and his body taut, with a cold dark air around him like a killer's. Hunny was on the verge of tears while Mori lowered his head so no one could see what he was thinking. I had a good idea, though.

"Are they satisfactory," Dr. Ootori asked.

"More than!" Mrs. Fujioka gushed. "I was so upset when I found out my order had been lost, but now that I finally get to see them, I have to say it was worth the wait."

Dr. Suoh smiled slightly, but it fell when he stepped into the center of the room. He was all business now.

"I suppose you're both owed an explanation," he said. "Our company values, above all else, total privacy for our clients. That's why everyone who purchases from us must be thoroughly vetted and then only work through a trustworthy third party to complete all transactions. We send via special shipping to the name written on the order form. Currently, our Japanese branch is the only one able to put out lover figures for order. We use names because of the multiple ways names can be written in kanji, which should, in theory, prevent mistakes like this."

Is that the stupidest thing you've ever heard in your life? Me too.

"So I'm guessing our names use the exact same characters," I said.

"That does appear to be the case," said Dr. Suoh. He checked something on his clipboard before continuing. "Every three months, we send agents to check the status of our products and run a customer satisfaction survey. That was when we first realized something had gone wrong, and then we found your message on the machine."

"Needless to say, everyone in our customer service and communications department has been fired and we're working on revamping the system," said Dr. Ootori.

"And fortunately, we've been able to correct our mistake without much trouble," said Dr. Suoh, who should think critically about how he defines 'trouble'.

"Yes, all's well that ends well and all that," said Mrs. Fujioka. She hadn't once looked away from Tamaki. "Anyway, tell me a little about yourself, my dear."

Tamaki hesitated for a good long time. The seconds ticked by as Dr. Suoh frowned. "Go on, Princely Model. Introduce yourself."

He looked at me again, more quickly this time, the pain in his eyes evident. His fingers twitched on his lap. His shoulders shook. I wanted to go to him, but I couldn't move. I had to just wait and see what happened until Tamaki opened his mouth and whispered:

"I don't want to."

A plethora of different reactions followed this statement. Dr. Suoh's mouth fell open, all traces of professionalism out the window. Dr. Ootori glared heatedly in my direction as if accusing me of coaching him. The rest of the guys inched close to flank their leader. They formed a tight half-circle around him, but kept their postures relaxed and said not a word as Mrs. Fujioka furrowed her brow.

"I beg your pardon?" she said.

Tamaki lowered his head, his hair shading his eyes from view. "Forgive me, but I don't want to."

"Princely model-"

"My name is Tamaki," he said to Dr. Suoh. "That's the name Haruhi gave me, and that's the name I'll use."

He didn't look to see if he had any support. I don't think he would've cared if he didn't. I searched their faces. They remained blank as ever, but for a moment, I caught Kyoya's eye. He didn't acknowledge me in any way, but there was… something there that I hadn't seen before. Something I can't describe.

Whatever it was, I just hoped it was enough. Dr. Ootori was about to step up to the plate.

"Princely model 082762," he rattled off the numbers in quick succession, "you are in the presence of your proper owner. You will respect her and abide by her wishes. Am I understood?"

"I don't want to," Tamaki repeated in a much tighter voice.

"Mrs. Fujioka, please accept my humblest apologies," Dr. Suoh bowed to her. "If you'll step outside for a moment while we handle this."

"Make it fast," she said airily. "I have a hair appointment in two hours and I'd like to have them home before my stylist arrives."

"Wait a minute," I said without thinking, "you can't just come into my house and take them like it's nothing."

Mrs. Fujioka was already out the door. I know she had to have heard me, but I guess she just figured I was a dumb presumptuous kid talking nonsense who needed to be silenced. That was certainly the opinion of the two doctors. They rolled their eyes at each other, giving me the most patronizing looks you can imagine.

"Fujioka-san, I understand that we've caused you undue stress, but you do realize this is an error we are obligated to correct," said Dr. Suoh.

"I can show you the form Fujioka-san outside filled out when she purchased these robots for herself," said Dr. Ootori, holding up his tablet. "They are her legal property, and unless you can match the fifty million yen she paid, you have no right to keep them."

I sputtered. I wanted to argue, but I was caught between horror over the amount of money looming over my head and sheer rage that they could be so cold and detached. They might as well have just waltzed in without knocking, tossed them all in a crate and left me with a pat on the head and a 'thank you for your time'.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I expected Tamaki, but what I got was framed gray eyes.

"The trouble, doctors, is that we've all developed a rather strong affinity for Haruhi," he explained coolly. "As a result, we're not keen on the idea of leaving her."

The others nodded. I saw Hunny come to stand at my other side. For once, he wasn't carrying Usa-chan around. Without it, he was far more intimidating.

"We want to stay," he said in a low voice. "We like it here. We love Haru-chan."

Dr. Suoh sighed. "Loli Shota model, you love her because you're programmed to. Otherwise, we wouldn't be having this conversation.

"How do you know?" asked Hikaru. "We're not stupid. We know what you built us for. We're learning robots."

"You don't think it's possible we could learn how to really love someone?" Kaoru put in.

"I think it's possible that you could be deceived by your own software," said Dr. Suoh. "I think you could come to believe that what you feel is something more than what your systems tell you to feel."

"Excuse me," Mrs. Fujioka stuck her head in through the open window, "not to be rude, but I really must be on my way."

"We'll be ready in a minute, Ma'am," Dr. Suoh said. "Just running some final diagnostics."

I would've loved to go shut the curtains in her face, but she disappeared before I could move. Meanwhile, the guys had yet to break formation. They stood around me, Tamaki and Kyoya sandwiching me between them, Hikaru and Kaoru at my back, while Hunny and Mori took up the rear. I didn't want to think they would attack someone, but at this point, I had no idea how much of their original programming was still intact.

Dr. Ootori was red in the face, but he didn't say a word. He went outside, and I could hear him pacifying an impatient Mrs. Fujioka before the door clicked shut. Now alone with us, Dr. Suoh seemed to be considering his options. He would get nothing from the guys without rebooting them first, so he turned his attention to me.

"Fujioka-san, is there another room we can speak in?" he asked.

Tamaki squeezed my hand. I squeezed back.

"Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of all of us," I said.

Dr. Suoh frowned. "Fujioka-san, I'd like this to be over just as much as you, and it will end much faster if I can please talk to you in private."

I wasn't convinced, but I also didn't want to drag this out any longer. He had me on that one. I forced a smile for Tamaki's benefit as I pulled my hand out of his. I walked with Dr. Suoh to my bedroom, nodding at my friends one more time before pulling the door shut. Their silhouettes through the paper were hunched over, where before they had stood tall.

"I'm not trying to be difficult, Doctor," I said, not yet turning around, "but I've had them for three months now. Three months I've lived with them, taken care of them. You're asking me to just forget all of that and pretend it didn't mean anything."

"I don't expect that." I heard tapping, and then Dr. Suoh was at my side, pushing Dr. Ootori's tablet into my vision. "I'd like you to take a look at this."

On the screen was a human shaped figure formed from a metal exoskeleton. It was all black and silver from head to toe, kind of like a robot from a movie. The body was a tangled crisscross of wires and metal. The head had a human shape with a nose, a mouth, and mechanical eyes blinking open and closed at two-second intervals. The effect sent chills through me. I'd read an article once about how things that look human but aren't make people unconformable. I now understood why that was.

Dr. Suoh reached over to tap on the screen. Suddenly, a layer of human muscle and circulatory systems appeared over the metal frame, followed by human skin with a head of yellow hair I'd know anywhere.

"Tamaki," I said.

Dr. Suoh didn't nod or shake his head. "These are the schematics for our Princely model. The one you have is our first successful prototype, but if we're lucky, we could have a thousand more just like him by the end of the year."

My heart twisted in my chest. "No, you won't. They'd only look like him."

"Fujioka-san-"

I wished he'd stop saying my name like that.

"-I know this is hard for you to grasp. Over time, they've begun to seem human to you, but you have to understand that they're not."

"Please don't talk to me like I'm stupid," I said. "I know they're robots. I've never once thought I could wish on a star and they'd magically turn into real boys. But you need to understand that no matter what they're made of, what they feel inside is real."

"It's not real."

"How do you know that?" I shouted. I was done being nice. "Because you created them? Tamaki called you his father, but I have a father, too, and just because he helped make me doesn't mean he knows everything about me. You think you know how their minds work, but you don't even consider the possibility that they are capable of more than you thought they would be."

"Do you consider that if they'd been delivered to your next-door neighbor instead of you, she'd be the one they'd have fallen in love with?" he asked calmly. "It's easy to get sucked into a fantasy, Fujioka-san. That's what our products are meant to be. They're not built for long-term emotional commitment. You can only get that from a human being, and it doesn't matter how much you love them or cling to them. They will never be human."

"You're wrong," I said, shaking my head like a petulant child. I didn't care. I just didn't care anymore. "You're wrong."

He put his hands on my shoulder, in an almost paternal gesture. "When you touch your chest, you feel your heart beating. If you cut yourself, you bleed. If you fall, your bones will break. And with each passing day, you get a little older. You keep aging until you're as old as I am and older. All of those things will happen to you, but they won't ever happen to a robot. They will always stay exactly as they are now, while you keep changing with the years."

I'd like to tell you I didn't let that convince me, or that I didn't sit there, seeing myself at thirty years old hanging out with the still teenaged robots. Then I turned forty, then fifty, then sixty. I was ninety years old, nothing but wrinkled skin and bones, barely alive. They were still with me, surrounding my bed. They were young and strong and beautiful, holding my hand in the final moments of my life.

I'd like to tell you I didn't cry, but I'd be lying.

"It's so easy to forget what's real sometimes," Dr. Suoh said softly. "So easy to lose yourself… that's why we're so selective about who we sell to. I hope you're not offended when I say that you likely wouldn't have passed our entry level vetting."

I had nothing to say to him.

"Fujioka-san, we both know there's no way you can keep them. It's beyond money or space or any sort of paperwork. You're real, and you deserve to be happy with real people. You have to let them go for your own good. You have to move on."

He let go of me. I couldn't meet his gaze as tears fell from my eyes and pooled on the carpet around my feet. Mrs. Fujioka loudly complained about missing her hair appointment outside. I didn't hear a peep from anyone else.

I had to wait for my eyes to dry before opening leaving my bedroom. The last thing I wanted was for them to see me cry. They were waiting outside the door and were upon me immediately, Dr. Suoh forgotten.

"Are you okay, Haru-chan?" Hunny asked, clutching me around the waist. "Please say you're okay!"

"Yeah, and while you're at it, tell them we want to stay here with you," said Hikaru.

"You have more of a case than you think," Kyoya fixed his glasses. "You may not have paid for us, but we have been in your care for a period equal to that of the company's standard trial period. With that in mind, you might be able to file a complaint with the human resources department, a process which takes up to-"

He gave me more legal jargon, but I couldn't process it. He had that usual 'Kyoya' way about him that no other man, human or mechanical, could ever hope to manage. It didn't matter. He couldn't hide anything from me anymore. He hadn't blinked once since he started talking.

"You have to tell them, Haruhi," said Tamaki. He held my hand again, his silent plea as strong as everyone else's combined. I took them in, writing their faces into my memory. I clasped Tamaki's hand tight between mine. I never wanted to forget the feel of his skin.

"I can't," I said. I took a deep breath to steady my pounding heart. "I… need you to go and be with your owner now. Your real owner."

Their pain was palpable. I don't think even when I disowned them during the stunt show episode they looked like this. This devastated. This… heartbroken.

"It'll be better for all of us," I continued. "I'll have the apartment to myself again. I can finally do my homework in peace. I won't have to shop for you anymore. And you'll be with someone who can take care of you better than I ever could."

I couldn't look at them anymore as I pulled away. Tamaki tried to hold on, but I didn't let him.

"Haruhi…" he whispered brokenly. "Please don't say that."

I turned my back to them. "Just go. I'm ordering you to go."

The silence carried over our heads, even as Dr. Suoh herded them out the door. I heard their feet drag until Dr. Ootori coughed and their steps became more pronounced. Like a military march.

"Thank you again for your cooperation, Fujioka-san," Dr. Suoh said. "We'll contact you in a day or so about monetary compensation."

I didn't want one yen from them, so I closed the door and locked it without another word. I pressed my head against it, listening to Mrs. Fujioka's raspy drawl.

"I'll get you all dressed up so handsome! You six will make excellent escorts for my many social events. What do you think about Dolce and Gabbana? Oh wait! I know! My dear Mashiro had this gorgeous leather jacket I don't think will ever go out of style. You'd look wonderful in it…"

A car engine replaced her voice at some point. When that was gone, there was nothing but birds singing. I don't know when I next moved. The whole thing is just a blur to me now. I went back to my room. There were old photos and junk scattered on the floor. I'd forgotten that we'd been cleaning today. The clock said only an hour had passed. It felt more like ten. I put everything back into my closet. Piling old books and papers on top of each other, not caring how messy it looked. Nobody was around to see it.

I stepped on something soft. I looked down at a white floppy ear sticking out between my toes. I kneeled to pick Usa-chan up. His blank coal eyes stared back at me. His stitched frown had never looked more sorrowful. I took him back to the living room where Kuma-chan was propped up on the couch, near the middle veering to the left. That's where Tamaki liked to sit.

I curled up with the bunny and the bear in my arms. Night fell and my stomach growled. I hadn't eaten since morning. I still had homework to finish, too. Tomorrow was a school day, and I had chores to finish before bed. So much to do and so little time.

I stayed sitting there all night.

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