~Chapter Fifty Four~
Excitement
I Can't Escape,
Winding Down These Halls;
Hard To Find A Place Where There Are No Walls.
Something Missing, Left Behind;
Search In Circles, Every Time I Try.
Yeah, I've Been Here Before.
Only Straight Ahead –
Better Move Along.
~These Walls, by Trapt
Disclaimer: Me No Own; You No Sue.
My eyes met hers. "You know that I have…difficulties…not touching you now."
Silently, Sammy considered these words, before relaxing the tense set of her shoulders and sighing softly. She turned to me, a wry smile replacing her earlier grimace, and admitted, "You're not the only one."
My expression of surprise could apparently speak for itself because I didn't have to verbally respond to her; instead, Sammy nervously fiddled with the ruffled edges of the shopping bags and mumbled, "Well, I love you, and I know that I said I didn't want to –" She flushed. "– to sleep with you yet, but I…"
Shyly, I glanced at her over my shoulder, before lightly bumping her shoulder with my arm. She glanced through her eyelashes to observe me, a curious light burning in the blue depths of her eyes. We hesitantly smiled at each other.
My fiancée inhaled sharply, stared right into my eyes, and then strongly declared, "…I'm ready to take the next step with you."
Takashi's P.O.V.
Near Ouran, Sammy and I walked peacefully through the busy streets, hand in hand. She started swinging the limbs back and forth, back and forth, and I laughed with her. I would occasionally speak to her, and vice versa, with thoughts about the future. Our wedding, Otou-san explained, would be in a year. We had already known each other for that long, though only six months of the twelve had been spent in courtship, transitioning from only classmates, to boyfriend and girlfriend, and finally, to fiancé and fiancée. Next June, however…
I, Morinozuka Takashi, would be her husband, and Samantha May Steel would be my wife.
My lips curled upwards, and I mused, Morinozuka Samantha; I like how that sounds.
A strange mixture of excitement and anxiety swirled around inside of me. I wanted to be married, and to her, but the preparations for the actual wedding made it strangely real. It did not help that all I could think of in that moment happened to be her pretty face and her declaration – "I'm ready to take the next step with you." My heart pounded in my ears. And I heatedly wondered about the when, the where, and the how I would take her for the first time.
"What about the silverware?" Sammy continued, her thoughtful expression sharpening swiftly as we checked both left and right before crossing the busy street in the middle of rush hour. A hum of consideration escaped her pursed lips. "Okaa-san offered to buy this really pretty silver and sapphire set from China, but I wasn't certain if you'd like it…"
"Silver is the color of the Morinozuka Clan Seal," I noted, before taking her small hand again and leading her further down the street, through the front entrance of Ouran High School.
Grinning, Sammy brightened at the knowledge and insisted, "We should definitely incorporate silver, then! We need another color, though…" She frowned, clearly uncertain what color to pick, and mumbled to herself about the House of Ravenclaw.
I smiled. Regardless of the color scheme, I wanted Sammy to wear white and blue; I hadn't mentioned it to her, but I thought that the two colors would highlight her exotic coloring and her sky blue eyes, which I loved. I secretly hoped that Sammy might also be convinced to wear a ceremonial kimono. My lover would most likely want to wear a wedding dress like her Mutti, however, and if that turned out to be her wish, then I would not bother mentioning my own preferences. As long as my wife-to-be loved it, I would be happy.
My fiancée mentioned that her mother had been helping her with the wedding preparations and that the two would like blue and silver for the colors, thusly snapping me out of these reveries. I paused to think of this choice and then readily agreed with my usual small smile because I liked both of the color choices and Sammy would understand what I meant. She and I had become so comfortable with each other that words weren't really needed to communicate. We mostly enjoyed the silence, knowing that it would not last much longer.
The Host King appeared to be allergic to peace and quiet…
Speaking of which, Sammy smiled brightly up at me, pulled her hand from mine to politely knock, and then opened the door to the Third Abandoned Music Room. Screams of horror, most of which caterwauled from the aforementioned noisy Host King, erupted from further within the vast clubroom. Monkeys screeched and hollered amidst the screams. A banana soared through the air, its peel empty of the pale yellow fruit, and landed only three feet in front of us.
Eyes wide, I stared at the yellow peel, thinking back to the Water Park, and sweatdropped.
…I hate bananas…
Still smiling, Sammy happily shut the door again, which effectively blocked out the endless stream of tortured cries. I slowly glanced down at her and raised both eyebrows, first in disbelief and then in amusement. My fiancée wasted little time in explaining her actions to me. Converse spinning, Sammy whirled back around and cheerfully headed back to the stairs, black sneakers thudding against the ornately tiled floor and pink shoelaces bouncing in time to her steps.
"Okay, I love the Minions, but I do not want to see any small, yellow henchmen arguing about who gets to eat that damn banana," Sammy said, her explanation shrouded in that reference to Despicable Me.
Although amused with her explanation, I reached down to stop her, my palm curled around her small shoulder. I kissed her nose and dropped another kiss to the top of her head. "Sammy-chan…"
My fiancée preened under the attention, fluttered her short eyelashes in a (supposedly) sweet fashion, and innocently asked, "Whatever is the matter, Takashi-kun?"
"We have to enter the clubroom eventually, Sweetheart," I dryly stated, knowing that this act of hers was only meant to prolong her time with me – and to delay the inevitable. We would have to head in and deal with the antics and insanity of Tamaki, Hikaru, and Kaoru. Mitsukuni, too.
If Nekozawa happened by to spend time with Sammy, I would also have to carefully observe him. The Nekozawa Heir had finally started speaking to Sammy, who had tentatively decided to make the effort to repair their still frayed friendship. It did not bother me – much. Neither spent much time together – and especially not alone – but the two did stop to greet each other and exchange pleasantries in the hallways. Thankfully, Sammy always waited until I had made myself known before doing so now.
Progress, I mused, before glancing down to the fidgeting young woman. She did not notice that I observed her, moving from the barrettes in her frizzed hair to the bandages plastered to her left ankle, until I brushed against her side to capture her attention again. My fiancée startled.
Sighing, Sammy glanced swiftly from me, to the groceries, and to the Third Abandoned Music Room. She checked her iPhone, which read 3:58, to find that three minutes had passed since we returned to Ouran. Another glance assured her that another two minutes had passed since then. My fiancée continued to check the time, but Sammy refused to budge another inch.
Why? Because Hosting Hours did not end until six o' clock…
If I could, I would facepalm. But I had all of these heavy groceries to hold, and if I put anything down, then somebody – more than likely Tamaki – would probably stumble into the hallways and accidentally squash the sweets. Then, Mitsukuni would kill him…
"We need to head in, Koi." My strong hands actually ached from the strain of carrying all of this weight that far and for this long. When Sammy glanced to me again, I pointedly lifted the armful of sweets, some of which needed to be refrigerated, into the air. "…Preferably sooner rather than later?"
The American grumbled to herself; however, Sammy relented quickly and moved back to stand in front of the Third Abandoned Music Room. She sighed, dreading the familiar chaos of the Host Club. "…Why do I get the feeling that I'm going to regret listening to you?"
After reopening the door, Sammy and I warily stepped into the clubroom. We stared at the scene with shock because Mitsukuni had finally decided to wake up. He was now glaring at something – uh, someone – with this deranged, dark expression, befitting only the Christian Devil, Lucifer. (…And Kyoya.) Tamaki, Hikaru, and Kaoru were seated with their backs pressed firmly against the headrest of the couch that the trio had desperately retreated to before screaming their lungs out. "…!"
My eyes moved to another, much quieter section of the Third Abandoned Music room, where Kyoya silently typed his data into Microsoft Excel. He hit two buttons and opened another file to continue making notes and comparisons between the monthly entries for costs and profits of the Host Club. Haruhi sensibly seated herself next to him and quietly read her political science textbook. She would periodically take notes in the margins with her ballpoint pen and then continue reading with her hands to her cheeks, interested in the text. My fiancée mumbled something about Shigure and Tohru.
"Greetings, Earthlings," Sammy finally said, before stepping into the sunlight streaming through the windows and putting the groceries down to place her hands to hips. She then poked Tamaki, Hikaru, and Kaoru. "What have du Idioten been doing while Takashi-kun and I went to the Commoner's Market?"
From behind her book, Haruhi raised her voice to respond to her question since nobody else had bothered to do so and mumbled, "You should ask what the three of them haven't been doing in the last hour, Sammy-chan. It would take much less time to explain it all…"
"Go figure," Sammy muttered beneath her breath and headed to the other side of the clubroom, where Haruhi kept most of her cleaning supplies. She rifled through the cabinets and removed something small, pink, and filled with liquid. My fiancé promptly used the bottle of water to spray the aptly named Three Musketeers.
"HELP US, MORI-SENPAI!" Awakened from their silent stupor of stupidity, Tamaki, Hikaru, and Kaoru clutched at each other and wailed, "YOUR COUSIN IS GOING TO EAT OUR SOULS~!"
Before I could respond, however, another redheaded terror wandered into the clubroom via the hidden entrance to the Black Magic Club. Caleb stretched out his left arm, covering the lower portion of his face with the cloak given to him by Nekozawa, acting like Dracula. He snickered, "Yo! Soul Eater is here! Nom nom nom…"
Fearing for his life, Tamaki screamed again, much louder than before, and dropped into another dead faint. He slowly slipped from the couch, his long legs dangling down and sliding beneath the nearest coffee table, where the rest of his lanky form had fallen. The Twins followed his unconscious lead and used the table for extra coverage. One dumped the fresh fruit out of a priceless glass bowl and covered his head with it. Another waved his white handkerchief around. "WE SURRENDER~!"
"Dear Kami," I mumbled quietly and pinched the bridge of my nose with slender fingers, beyond exasperated with this entire situation. Perhaps I should have permitted Sammy to simply close the door and joined the small blonde in her escape.
Sensing this train of thought, Sammy gently butted her forehead against my side and cheerfully exclaimed, "See, Sweetie? Hindsight is a wonderful bitch! We should've taken that chance earlier and escaped to Never Never Land." My fiancée nodded solemnly at me.
"As I mentioned before Mori-senpai and Sammy-chan arrived," Kyoya interjected, his fingers still flying up and down his keyboard, "I do not mind the noise, given that I have the highest tolerance here, but Honey-senpai will not be as understanding."
Wincing, Sammy lowered her boisterous voice and mumbled, "On that note, I'm going to clean up, and –" A small hand snaked out to grab the wrist of her retreating childhood friend. "– you are going to help out, Caleb."
My lover kindly pulled the heavy shopping bags from my palms, shoved several into the hands of her stunned childhood friend, and stumbled into the kitchen with the collection of groceries and sweets to put them away. A blink of surprise from both Caleb and myself followed this declaration, before the older teenager turned to me. My lips twitched in amusement, but I shrugged halfheartedly at the American and ignored his glare of displeasure. He cursed.
"Why do I have to play Ayuzawa Misaki, Sammy?" Caleb whined through his nostrils, the sound whistling through the air and piercing my ears. He smirked at the grimace of discomfort that flickered through my eyes and muttered, "Eye for an eye, Morinozuka-san."
"You own a maid costume, and I do not," She retorted without real heat to her words, though the smaller teenager did reach out to smack her childhood friend with the clean yellow spatula in her hand.
This time, I could not bite back the smile of amusement at her words, and quicker than lightning, the spatula darted out to pop me as well. I jumped, rather startled, and glared playfully at the smaller girl. She stuck her tongue out at me, a wink of humor completing the cute gesture, to which I smirked. My fingers darted out to catch her pink tongue, but Sammy scampered off, falling right into my arms as my shoe moved forward to trip her. We stared heatedly at each other. Warm lips were pressed to my nose, my chin, and then –
"Fine," Caleb relented, lifting his strong shoulders and pulling her from my arms as soon as my mouth connected to hers. Damn him! "If I'm Misaki, then Usui Takumi is the only main role left to play…"
Blanching, Sammy shivered at the thought of role-playing the part of the princely pervert, likely thinking of Tamaki. A chill of horror crawled down her spine. "You think the Hosts have a maid costume that I could borrow, Haruhi-chan?"
My mind cheerfully responded to the bait and provided the images of Sammy scampering around in her maid costume, and I hummed: Very nice…
Chocolate eyes moved to stare into sapphire blue, untold conversation passing between the two, before Haruhi dryly responded, "Well, Tamaki-senpai and the Twins tried to shove me into a pink bunny costume earlier. So I would definitely assume so…" She shrugged.
"Poor Haruhi-chan," My fiancée murmured and sympathetically patted her smaller shoulder, blissfully ignorant to her responding glower. Sammy sighed, "Okay, I'll be Misaki-chan if you're willing to be the pervert, Caleb."
"I'm always a pervert!" Caleb cheerfully agreed with two thumbs up. He curled his muscular forearms around the shoulders of the nearest people, both of whom happened to be redheads, much to the horror of Hikaru and Kaoru.
"Bad boy," Sammy deadpanned, before reaching out with the spatula to pry, and pull, and peel the parasitic teenager off of her terrified little brothers. Another slap to the head ushered him into the kitchens, where his protests fell to deaf ears.
Sighs of relief escaped both Hikaru and Kaoru. Unfortunately, however, Mitsukuni picked that time to come out of his staring contest with Kuma-chan and dropkicked him, which scared the Three Musketeers into a corner. Sammy ignored the commotion – "MY TEDDY BEAR" – by pulling her green and blue headphones on and busying herself with unpacking everything. Music pounded out from her iPhone. By Basshunter...
"'Why don't you see? All I ever wanted was you and me. I know that I love you~!'" Sammy sang sweetly under her breath and shyly waved to me as my eyes moved from her face to her swaying hips.
"Dude," Caleb voiced his protest and snapped two of his fingers in front of me, "You really need to keep your eyes on your wacko friends, instead." One slender finger pointed to the rest of the Hosts. "They're all freaking 'Coocoo for Cocoa Puffs!'"
"FIRST KUMA-CHAN AND NOW US," Hikaru and Kaoru howled in dismay, diving behind Tamaki to protect themselves from the Wrath of the Grapes – and Mitsukuni. "WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE~!"
My face pained, I slowly turned around to find the new source of all of the commotion – my cousin, it seemed, finally discovered the sad state of his beloved Usa-chan. I audibly sighed. What have I done to offend Kami?
"…MORI-SENPAI~!" The Three Musketeers pleaded desperately and groveled before me as my eyes closed in defeat. Giving in, I faced Tamaki, Hikaru, and Kaoru and muttered, "You owe me."
"Why is Usa-chan dirty and covered in Earl Grey?" Mitsukuni quietly asked, already reaching out with both fists to pound in the faces of whoever dared to soil his favorite stuffed animal –Tamaki, Hikaru, and Kaoru.
Praying that my clever cousin would not hear the lie burning through the words, I leaned down to offer him a napkin and slowly said, "Mitsukuni, Usa-chan really wanted to drink tea with you."
Thankfully, Mitsukuni wasn't too terribly bright after reawakening from his naps. Sugar usually helped to restart his engines, though, which meant that I would likely be in trouble later - deep trouble. At the moment, Mitsukuni only smiled at me and cheered, "Yay! I love tea, too! Usa-chan and I will clean up and then drink lots and lots and lots of tea together! Will Usa-chan eat cake, too?"
"Ah," I responded, large hand ruffling his already mussed hair and pointing to the two teenagers scurrying around in the kitchens. Mitsukuni smiled brightly at the sight of Sammy removing yet another tray of cookies from the oven and beating Caleb upside the head with the oven mitts for trying to steal the first one.
Groaning, Tamaki dropped his head into his hands and mumbled, "How could I have not known that it would be this simple?" The Twins collapsed behind him, their hands curled around the arms of the other, and moaned pitifully in agreement.
"Elementary!" Haruhi snorted, before sighing and reluctantly shutting her fascinating textbook at their expectant looks. Pointed at each of them with her ballpoint pen and announced, "You're all idiots."
Pointing his finger at her, Caleb stirred the strawberry batter with the small metal whisk that his childhood friend passed to him and replied, "You've been reading too much Sherlock Holmes again, Miss Lawyer…"
Our Natural Type stared at him, nonplussed, and returned her attention to her textbook. I smiled down at the studious young woman and said, "Last week, I found the newest edition of this one in the school library, Haruhi-chan."
Excited at the prospect of finding recent information, Haruhi brightened and whirled around with wide, brown eyes. She glanced from me, to the door, and then to the Shadow King, before promptly deflating. "And Kyoya-senpai will refuse to let me go and check it out…"
"Only if you're not willing to wear our costumes," Tamaki, Hikaru, and Kaoru exclaimed, their hopes of tricking the adorable freshmen into their revealing costumes dashed by her rather blunt refusal – "…Not in this lifetime."
Bickering commenced, but I ignored it all in favor of following Mitsukuni to the back table. I settled into the chair while the girls wandered in to take seats with us. Three girls, two of whom regularly met with us, settled around Mitsukuni and myself. Questions were asked regarding his favorite sweets and mine, and while Mitsukuni blurted that his favorites encompassed all sweets, I dryly stated that I preferred tea and traditional foods. I did not mind the taste of chocolate, but rarely did I indulge in sweets.
Mitsukuni, however…
Ha.
A minute later, Haruhi carried her tray of tea to us and deposited the teapot at the center of the table and passed teacups to each of the girls, Mitsukuni, and myself. She turned to face my cousin and sternly said, "You shouldn't only eat sweets! It will only create trouble, Honey-senpai!"
"Yeah," Sammy chirped from behind her friend, her hands full of recently purchased chocolate, strawberry, and lemon cakes. Several cookies, all baked by her and Caleb, found their way on our plates. "You should also eat lots of fruits and vegetables, too…" Pause. "…Unless you want to be short for the rest of your miserable life!"
"Like you, you mean?" Haruhi blandly retorted, which must have been the magic words because Sammy brightened with the chance to impart another bit of wisdom to her – in the form of another reference, of course.
"'WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SHORT THAT YOU CAN ONLY SEE HER WITH A MICROSCOPE?'" Sammy howled, catching everybody – Haruhi, Hosts, and Fangirls – completely off guard. Only Caleb seemed nonplussed.
"Who and what are you quoting this time, Sammy-chan?" Haruhi sighed, but her smile belied the exasperation in her words. Our youngest Host prodded her friend in the back with the tray in her hands, pushing her towards the next arrangement of seats.
As usual, Sammy smiled cheerfully down at her because Sammy and Haruhi generally enjoyed spending time with each other and having fun. My fiancée handed out more sweets and then struck a pose as a response. "I'm Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist!"
"Of course you are," Haruhi dryly noted, before turning back around to eye my cousin and his monstrous pile of cakes, cookies, and pie. "Anyway, Senpai, I refuse to be responsible for the cavities that this junk gives you!"
"Not to worry, Haru-chan," Mitsukuni said and waved her off with his fork, which sent chocolate crème flying onto his nose. He glanced down at it, going somewhat cross-eyed, and listened to his fangirls squeal in adoration. "…I have never once needed to have cavities filled!"
My fiancée and I exchanged glances of amusement, before I gladly accepted another steaming teacup of black tea. "Famous last words," Sammy and I said, followed quickly by the tell-tale wail of pain from Mitsukuni.
Not happening, I dryly thought to myself. My cousin, who hated the dentist, had covered his swollen cheek and tried to retreat by slipping out of his red chair. Instead of letting him leave, I immediately cornered him and pinned the smaller teenager to the red seats of the nearest couch, much to the amusement of both Sammy and Haruhi. The Fangirls squealed their happiness. Feeling left out, Caleb opened his mouth and joined in with the loud orchestra of shrieks. "…MOE~!"
"Open up," I commanded, pushing his teeth apart by forcing his jaw open and glancing critically at his exposed back teeth. One appeared to be irritated, but the other was a pretty bad – "Cavity, Mitsukuni, which means no more sweets for you."
"…WHAT?!" Mitsukuni screamed loudly, and the tears in his wide brown eyes very sad, bright, and real. He did not need the drops that Hikaru and Kaoru sometimes used to make themselves 'cry'…
My feet quickly moved to the kitchen, where I moved around the hyperactive Sammy to get a warm cloth for Mitsukuni. I stared into the humongous freezer, searching for ice, but could not find anything because of the two dozen piles of frosted cakes and ice cream. She noticed that I could not find what I searched for and shyly pushed in front of me, a small blush staining her cheeks when her backside pressed into me. Ice had been passed to me and the short teenager scurried off to finish restocking the cakes, cookies, and pies since my cousin could not eat anything sweet.
"Ich mag Yaoi so viel wie der nächste Mädchen," Sammy muttered in German, which sent a small, delicious shiver down my spine when I passed her to find the bandages and heated ointment, "aber die Mädchen sind verrückt!"
"Do I even want to know?" Haruhi warily asked for the sentence in Japanese. Her best friend had just reentered the spacious kitchen to retrieve healthier snacks per a recent decree of NO SWEETS passed by the Host King – and myself.
"'I like Yaoi, but these girls happen to be completely crazy,'" Sammy bluntly translated, her lips curled into her familiar smile of mischievous humor. She noticed that I could not find the first aid kit and grabbed it from under the sink, handing it to me. I sheepishly smiled down at her.
"Agreed," Haruhi muttered, before glancing around for onlookers and suspiciously coughing into her fist. "…Please don't tell Otou-san about that collection of Yaoi you managed to find buriedin the linen closet…"
"It's okay," Sammy solemnly stated, with her hands to her ample hips in a silent declaration of support. Tilted her head to the side, nodded at the other girl, and reassured, "I like Kuroko No Basket, too."
"Adorable!" From her hiding spot in the dark cabinets beneath the double stoves behind the pair, Renge clapped her hands. Although muffled, I believed Renge then bit her lip and joyously squealed, "In his desperation for the affections of his beloved, Haruhi-kun reads Yaoi!"
"Oh, Kami," She groaned in disbelief and hung her head in defeat, letting her soft, brown hair fall into her eyes, a small hand to her face. Groaning, Haruhi turned to stare pointedly at her friend and grumbled, "It never ends…"
My fiancée quietly frowned at other girl, frustrated that her friend seemed upset and not knowing how to make it better. "Want to go ahead and head to the library real quick since Kyo-kun is busy stalking Mitsukuni-kun?" Sammy questioned finally, fingers brushing against hers.
"Sounds good to me," Haruhi agreed, eagerly taking the fifteen minutes allotted by Tamaki for her break. Sammy hurried to get her backpack, before stopping in her tracks, returning to my side, and kissing me on my mouth in goodbye. She and Haruhi then left the Host Club.
My heart, I noticed then, went with her, with the pretty girl that I loved. I lifted two fingers to my reddened lips and hummed at the sensation of warmth left in her wake. She did not usually kiss me at Ouran because of the chance that somebody else might notice us. Kyoya didn't want anybody to know of the engagement between Sammy and me – at least not before it had been finalized with wedding plans and announcements had been made by our parents. Without it, however, I could not readily follow her to make certain that nothing befell her and Haruhi. Mitsukuni really needed to be cared for, too…
My heart is being torn into several directions, I sadly mused, before gently pushing at the place where it would be beating steadily behind its cage. Nothing I did eased the ache there, though.
"Why not take a walk, Mori-senpai?" A soft voice asked, though the note of considerateness did not sound familiar. He was nicer than his brother, but this prankster still liked to create chaos and trouble for others.
Surprised, I leaned down to the side and stared into the topaz irises of – "Kaoru-kun?" I warily asked the redheaded Doppelgänger, admittedly quite embarrassed that I might be wrong as my observations skills could still not differentiate between the Hitachiin Twins.
"Correct," The Twin responded and smiled knowingly at me, a gentle friendliness in his golden stare that had not been there since before his older sister and I began courting. "Why not take a walk and calm down? It helps Hikaru to let off steam. It might help you, too."
"Why are you trying to help me?" I asked him, knowing that the neither of the Twins particularly liked that I planned to steal their Big Sister. Yes, Hikaru might have stopped pranking me and Kaoru might not glare at me as often, but both still had reservations over me marrying her…
At first, I thought that Kaoru might not even answer me as my response was only silence. He remained quiet for several minutes, his earlier expression of cheer falling into thoughtfulness, and – "She loves you."
"Sammy-nee-chan loves you so much," Kaoru continued when I only stared at him in a puzzled silence, "and I have not seen my sister this cheerful in forever." He smiled at me and shrugged his shoulders in feigned nonchalance. "You make her happy, Senpai."
With the utmost seriousness, I bowed low to him and vowed, "Hitachiin Kaoru, I promise to take care of her for the rest of her life and mine." My heart pounded strongly against the ribcage that kept it from flying free.
"…I know, Senpai," Kaoru gently said, smile considerably happier now. "Walk around and clear your mind; I'll explain to Kyoya-senpai if it becomes an issue." He conspiratorially winked at me. "You could also follow Onee-chan to keep her out of trouble."
"Thank you," I sincerely said and with his words burning deep inside, I slowly turned around, opened the door, and walked out of the Third Abandoned Music.
***Author's Note***
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Hikaru: Finally! Who wants to listen to Mori-senpai, anyway? :P
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