Author's Note: FYI – You're going to start seeing me skip some dates in the story. I can't continue to write pages for every day. We'll never get anywhere. Let me know if you think I'm skipping stuff you'd like to hear. I'll probably start alluding to conversations more rather than write them. Just the ones that are more filler than anything.
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Date Posted: 12/5/2020
Trigger Warnings: Language and Smooching
The Way Forward - Chapter 11: Rich Bastard Fishing
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Thursday, May 5:
Go Salon:
"Good afternoon, Hatano-san." I bowed to the receptionist and paid my fee. "Is there someone available for a teaching game?"
She pointed out a gentleman that had to be at least eighty, but appearances can be deceiving. I settled down for a couple games, and she brought me some tea.
Ebisu-san had come in about twenty minutes ago and started a game. Hopefully, no one will connect him to me. I enjoy the anonymity here.
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She's back. Fujioka-san, the Hitachiin model is back. Was I normal? Did she know I recognize her?
She obviously doesn't want to be known here.
I love that suit. I've been saving to get one when they come out.
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I was just relaxing into my third game, when my phone alarm when off.
I bowed to my opponent. "I apologize. I've not been keeping track of the time. These games have been enjoyable and a challenge. Thank you so very much." I felt terrible I have to do this. How could I have not been watching the clock.
I stood and bowed deeper. 'However, I must excuse myself. I have a plane to catch and can't be late."
He nodded his head. "I've enjoyed them as well. You're a quick study." The smile on his face was a relief. "I too can become involved in games and play long past the time I should leave."
"Thank you. It would be an honor to play you again."
"I look forward to it."
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Haruhi-sama jumped into the SUV, and we drove her home. She was all packed for Seoul, but still had to change clothes.
Ebisu-san stayed for another hour or so, to distance him from being associated with her.
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Friday, May 6:
Pet Food Factory:
"It's an honor to greet you, Fujioka-sama."
"Thank you for arranging this tour," I replied, bowing. The manager's Japanese isn't the best, but why should it be? He lives in Korea. I also tried English, but he doesn't know it at all. Fortunately, Miwa-san, Eiji's second, speaks Korean and is acting as our translator.
He took us through the warehouse and spent an inordinately large amount of time explaining the inventory system. Good thing I demanded flats from Kaoru. Walking on all this concrete in heels would have killed my ankles and knees.
The warehouse was huge, like football [soccer] field huge. None of the boxes looked damaged and were stacked in a safe manner. "Do you have many injuries in your warehouse?"
Well, that's a dirty look. "No, we do not." I didn't need Miwa-san to translate the snooty attitude. I'm their customer. You'd think he'd be more polite.
"If you'll come this way, you can see our truck fleet." Guess I can compare to how ours is organized.
Dozens of trucks were lined up and being either loaded or unloaded. I wanted to talk to one of the drivers, so I started to walk over. The manager grabbed my arm, causing an immediate reaction from Miwa-san. He moved like lightning and grabbed the manager's wrist and squeezed.
His eyes blazed as he said, "Let go," in Japanese and Korean.
The manager dropped my arm like it burned him. "I apologize. It's not proper for Fujioka-sama to speak with the drivers."
"Please speak directly to me." I can't bear it when I'm discussed like I'm not standing right here.
I noticed him holding his wrist when he turned to me. "I apologize, Fujioka-sama. It is not proper for you to speak with the drivers."
"Why not?"
"They require concentration to perform their duties, and it is dangerous near the trucks."
Is he telling the truth or not taking me seriously? Either way, those reasons are not good enough. "The drivers are standing there, not participating in the loading or unloading. And if it's dangerous over there, one or two could be called over here."
Our eyes locked and a staring contest started. I am their customer. I am not asking for anything unreasonable and will not be intimidated by this man.
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I stood close to Haruhi-sama as they stared at each other. That's the first time I've had to deal with someone who's touched her. I might have squeezed too hard, but I don't feel bad about it. No one touches my primary. No one.
Why is it a problem for her to speak to a driver or two? This trip is supposed to be simple. See the factory and cheer on Yasuchika-sama. There's something off here. Is it her age?
Finally, the manager capitulated and called two drivers over. Using me to translate, she asked them about their hours, driving schedule, and if there were ever any problems with the pet food. She got the standard 'I love my job' answers one would expect with their boss standing right there. Throughout the discussion, I didn't come up with anything that would have caused the manager's hesitation. Perhaps it's because the men were 'laborers' and rough around the edges, and she's elite? Not everyone knows her commoner background.
The production floor was next. Safety and cleanliness regulations kept us to the edges of the factory, even with hairnets, goggles, facemasks, and gloves. Haruhi-sama was asking about shift lengths, quality control, ingredient originations, and various other things. Some seem almost random. Like she was hiding her real questions in with others.
"How often are the processing machines cleaned?"
"Every day at end of shift."
"Do they require maintenance frequently? And when they do, does it shut down the entire process?"
"Every machine requires maintenance at some point. We schedule it carefully to have the least disruption."
"Miwa-san," she reached out to me, "are you carrying binoculars?" I handed her my pair. "Thank you." Being able to see more details now, she slowly scanned the room.
I always carry a small pair of binoculars. We all do. They're standard along with several other things we all carry like zip ties, batons, lockpicking tools, etc. We're ready for anything.
"Are you looking for something specific, Fujioka-sama?"
"Not particularly." She moved the binoculars to another section of the factory. "I've never seen a production floor like this and want to learn everything I can."
He nodded and started adjusting his tie and lapels.
"Would it be possible to look out over the floor from up there?" He started slightly as she pointed to an office overlooking the factory.
"That's the management offices." With a sigh, he led us up there. "Follow me."
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We spent another three hours at the factory, with me dragging it out as much as possible. There was something about that manager.
"Miwa-san, please sit in the back with me."
He climbed into the back of the limo, and I pulled out my blue notebook. "You're observant. What was your opinion of that tour?" When he hesitated, I pressed. "Please. I need an outsider's take."
"Their security was top notch, but it was focused more on the inside than the outside. They were observing their employees more than they were watching for outside threats. My impression was they were more concerned with inside crime."
"I wonder if that's an issue in Korea in general."
"I don't believe it is."
"What did you think of the manager?" Miwa-san is an excellent judge of character, as all bodyguards should be. Will his impression be the same as mine?
"He didn't want to be there giving us the tour, but he could have drawn the short straw."
I snorted. "True. Who would want to give a teenager a tour? I'm sure it was a waste of time for him."
"You spent a long time asking questions. Did you get the answers you wanted?"
"Some." I leaned back in the limo, wishing for the SUV. "I was trying to gage his reactions. At what point would he try to push us out the door. I asked all those questions to use up time, but I did want answers to some of them."
I looked out at Seoul as we drove. It's odd not being able to read the signs going by. "So, back to the hotel so I can get out of this suit, and then I'm meeting Umeko-san for shopping?"
"Correct."
"I hate shopping."
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Karate Venue:
"Look! There's Haninozuka Yasuchika." I felt their eyes on me but didn't react. "He's amazing. It's a given he'll win tomorrow."
"Why isn't he competing now?"
"Are you kidding? He's ranked #1 in the world. He's got a buy into the second day."
"Oh." I flicked my eyes to the right, wanting a quick glimpse. "Why's he even here today?"
The first one let out a big sigh. "So he can check out the competition. He doesn't take anything for granted. That's why he's so good."
I heard them move off, surprised they granted me my privacy. They did take a picture, though. I'm sure I'm hashtagged. Nothing new.
My Korean is improving. I'm sure I got most of the translation right. Considering how many training camps I've attended with Koreans, learning their language became necessary.
The Alien's doing well with the bakeries. I wasn't sure he had it in him. Making that annoying bunny his mascot wasn't a surprise. The whole company needed a reboot anyway. Maybe this means he won't carry it around so much. Doubtful.
I pulled my attention back to the competitors. What's the point of coming here for the first day, if I don't watch them?
That's an interesting move. That sequence. I've noticed him before. That American is worthy of watching.
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Seoul Shopping District:
Once again, Umeko-san bought me too many shoes. I did manage to keep her down to only five pairs.
"Where to next, Haruhi-chan? Do you need anything?"
"Other than shoes?" I smirked.
"Other than shoes," she smirked back.
I thought for a moment, looking around the shopping district. There's nothing I need. The vast majority of books here won't be in Japanese, so a books store is out. Kaoru and Umeko-san keep me in clothes.
I need to think of something. She enjoys taking me shopping so much.
"What about something for Chika's win tomorrow?"
"Interesting. Any ideas?"
My shoulders slumped. "None."
"Let's keep going. Maybe we'll see something."
We continued down the sidewalk at a leisurely pace. No need to go to the venue today. Chika isn't competing.
I glanced at the window displays. Without reading Korean, I'd have no idea what the shops were for without them. If it wasn't for a litter of puppies, I never would have guessed we passed a pet shop.
"Umeko-san, I'd like to step in there and see how they organize their stores." She nodded and we walked in.
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Haruhi and I collapsed into the limo for the trip back to the hotel. We spent hours going in and out of stores, finally settling on a platinum watch for Chika. He only has a gold one.
"This display of pet sweaters is so much better than ours." She swiped through all the pictures she took in the store. "I'll implement that as soon as the dog show is over." She practically bounced in her seat. "I even bought a couple cans of my pet food as a souvenir. We're international!"
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Zauo Fishing Restaurant, Tokyo:
"This way, please." I lead the couple to their table. He'd called for a reservation and asked to be seated in the boat, or the tables in the middle of the place that look like they're on a boat.
I hate this place, but it pays the bills. "Have you been here before?"
"No. First time."
Great. Now I have to explain everything. At least this guy is hot. The reservation was under Ootori, but it can't be those Ootori's. They'd never stoop to coming here. The girl he's with has to be ten years younger. Creep.
"You can either order directly off the menu, or you can catch your own fish that will be cooked to order. Different tanks surround the boat, so you can choose which one."
They looked at each other like they were lost. "First date?"
He smirked and she blushed. "No." He took her hand across the table and looked back up at me. "Let's start with tea and the menus. We'll figure it out."
Great. How long is this couple going to just sit here and take up my time.
When I brought the tea back, they'd decided to catch their own. Not sure why anyone would order off the menu. If you were going to do that, go anyplace else and not subject yourself to this madness. Freaking tourists.
I led them over to the guys that help with the fish. "First timers," I whispered at them, and they rolled their eyes.
My other tables were doing fine, so I stayed to listen and maybe figure them out a bit.
"Are you sure, Akito-kun? I don't mind ordering from the menu."
"I want to try this. It's why I picked the place."
Looks like he picked the place to keep his kid girlfriend happy. Maybe they should go to Lego Land next.
I had to turn my back to hide my laugh when she caught a yellow jack, and it splashed all over her shirt. I'm sure she wasn't expecting that green shirt to get so wet that her black bra showed through.
One of the guys gave her a towel. It happens all the time and never stops being funny. "Excuse me. I'll be right back," and she headed for the rest room.
He's not a complete creep. He sent me after her with a t-shirt from the gift shop. Too many guys would want to stare at her wet chest all night.
"Here. Your date asked me to bring this in here for you."
"Thank you." She'd pulled off the shirt and was trying to dry herself off. I handed her a plastic bag for the wet shirt. "He's so sweet to think of this. I'd be freezing out there wet."
"That's what most guys would want," I said with a smirk. And they would too. Black bra showing through a shirt, nipples that could cut glass. Guys are pervs.
"I suppose you're right," she laughed, "but not my Akito-kun. He's always a gentleman."
"You been dating long?"
"Little over a month." I don't think she's going to fix her hair with her fingers like that. "It's an arranged marriage. We're still getting to know each other."
"Arranged?" Who does that anymore?
"Yes, but we have a choice. That's why we're getting to know each other. If it doesn't feel right, we can cancel the contract."
"Sounds…" Barbaric? Creepy? Like something from the distant past? "…different."
She just smiled as she pulled on the t-shirt. "I should be getting out there before the food gets cold."
"It's not out yet but will be any minute."
As they were eating, I kept walking past and listening. This job is boring as hell. Got to do something to keep myself entertained.
They talked about studying together. Sounds like they're both still in school.
"I wanted to ask if you'd be interested in coming out to dinner on Wednesday with my friends and me? We all get together after classes at the public library to study and then eat at a nearby diner."
"You've been doing that with them for a while now, right?"
"At least six months."
"Would they want me there?"
"I don't see why not. It wouldn't be every week. Just maybe in a month or so you could join us for dinner. I know your classes last longer than ours, so you wouldn't be able to come to the library."
Could these two be any more innocent and sweet? Library? Diner? It's like one of those American shows from the 50's. Like the one with the jukebox.
"I think it would be good to meet your friends."
They declined dessert.
"Have a good evening," I called as I picked up the check.
Holy shit! He tipped me then entire cost of their dinner. Maybe he is one of those Ootori's.
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"Thank you. That was delicious."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I asked around for some ideas of where to go and this was suggested. Sounded different."
"I've never fished for my own dinner." Yuki broke out into laughter. "Of course, Haruhi would grumble about this being 'rich bastard' fishing."
"Fujioka?"
"Yes. You know her?"
"I met her when she was dating my younger brother."
"Dating?" she mumbled. Shit. Was she not supposed to know? I know it ended in complete disaster. Maybe they were keeping it quiet.
I looked around, frantic for something to change the subject. "Would you like dessert?"
"No, thank you." She stopped walking, staring across the street. "Would you mind if we went in there?"
A manga shop? "No. That's fine."
"Great. I think the next issue of Vampire Knight is out."
Maybe I can find something for Sota-kun.
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Saturday, May 7:
Karate Venue:
"We didn't talk about the factory much yesterday. How was the tour?"
"Informative. Manufacturing pet food is more complicated than I thought." There's no reason to bring Umeko-san into my concerns. It's my company, and I'll figure out if there's something wrong.
"I supposed it would be. I never thought of it." She pointed at the locker room door. "There's Chika. His first match of the day."
He won in less than a minute. We stood up and cheered.
We sat and waited for his next match, and the silence was getting to me. "Umeko-san, this might not be the time or the place to bring this up, but I want to ask about the Katayama's." I will not call them my grandparents.
A line appeared between her brows. "You can talk to me about anything anytime, Haruhi-chan." Her jaw set. "As for the Katayama's, Akira sent them a response this week discussing our concerns and asking our questions. I imagine it will be at least a week before we receive a response." From her tone, I could tell she wanted the answers as much as I do.
"I hope this hasn't been worrying you."
Yes, it has. Mom's parents disowned her when she married Dad. They never tried to contact us, except for that one letter. And now they want back into my life. "I don't think about it a lot, but it pops into my head every once and a while."
"No matter what you decide, we support you and will help you in any way you need it." She took my hand and squeezed.
"Thank you. I appreciate all your help." I started watching a random match. "Who knows about the letter?"
I could hear the puzzlement in her voice. "Akira, security, Takashi, and I know. That's all."
Takashi-senpai? Why does he know?
"If possible, can we keep it that way until we know more?" I can just see Tamaki-senpai being thrilled I have family and pushing me to see them. Ritsu and Hikaru would be overprotective. Some of the girls would want to talk about it. "Until I make a decision, I don't see the need to tell any of my friends."
"Of course, we can." I felt her hand squeeze mine again. It's nice having an older woman to talk to.
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She's so private and reserved. Doesn't want to drag anyone into her life unnecessarily. Used to solving her problems on her own to keep her worries away from her father. Discussions like this give me hope that she'd come to me if she needed to.
I'll never replace her mother, but I'd like to be a mother-figure to her.
"I'm going to get a drink. Would you like something, Umeko-san, Endo-san?"
"Thank you. A bottle of water would be nice." Endo-san asked for the same. Before she turned away, I reminded her, "Use family money for this. That's what it's for." She nodded and headed for a vending machine.
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Fujioka-sama left with her bodyguard, but I decided to stay. She's only going to a vending machine. It's unlikely some reporter will jump out and ask crazy questions. I did agree that my coming along was a good thing, although the chance of her being recognized in Korea is slim. The clothing line isn't being advertised here.
That reporter from 'Dog's Life' has been banned from any event of any family attached to Fujioka-sama and their businesses. I was tasked to do the research on him. So far, he's had a boring life writing small articles and working in a men's clothing store on the side. I've failed to find a reason for his attack during her interview.
Morinozuka-sama must have been reading my mind. She leaned over and asked softly, "Any news on that reporter?" I filled her in with what I knew. We discussed until Fujioka-sama came back, but still couldn't come up with a reason.
"Look," she pointed. "Chika's getting ready for his next match."
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Evening, Nogushi Gallery:
Tamaki-kun bowed and introduced me to the featured artist, Hattori Makiko. She's renowned within current Japanese artists, and her ceramics have been featured in New York and London. I'll have to ask him later how he was able to bring her to his gallery.
"It's an honor to meet you." I bowed as well. "These pieces are spectacular. So intricate."
"Thank you. I'm pleased you enjoy my art."
"Very much so. I've already purchased my favorite. It will have a place of honor in our home after we marry."
"It is my honor to be featured prominently in Suoh home. Which did you choose?"
I guided her over to the piece with a sold sign. "Frills." She smiled. "An astute choice."
"The curves spoke to me."
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Renge-chan will make the perfect Suoh wife. She's excellent at working a crowd, knows the proper things to say, and with her bright personality she captivates anyone she speaks to.
All that is a bonus. I fell in love with her without even thinking of those things. To me she's stunning in every way. Of course, she's gorgeous, but her brain and personality are what drew me in. Her authenticity. There aren't many who can handle me at my most convivial. She's also helped me find myself. What's buried under the false persona I created to hide the pain of leaving my mother behind, of having a grandmother that hated me so much she forced me to live alone in a secondary estate, and of a father who was more concerned with his reputation than his son.
With Renge-chan's help, I'm unearthing the original me. The me before I was hurt by life's harsh lessons. Ironically, it's much like my false persona, but much more considerate, gentle, and thoughtful. I'll never be anything but an extrovert, but I am being more true to myself.
"Tamaki."
I know that voice. I turned around. "Good evening, Kyoya."
"May I introduce you to a business associate of mine and his wife?" I accepted the introduction graciously and discussed the news of the day and Hattori Makiko. The wife was thinking about making a purchase and wanted an introduction to the artist. I happily obliged.
Leaving her with the artist, I backed away politely.
"Thank you."
"I didn't do it for you." At least I can pull my host smile out when I need it. "Why are you here?" He looks tired. Like he has too many worries. His eyes are pinched, and the way his neck is tilted shows me he has a headache.
"Keeping our friendship active in the public eye and entertaining a business associate. If you would prefer, I will stop bringing them here."
That's exactly what I want him to do, but I can't. "It's fine. This benefits both of us. The gallery and me being associated with the head of the Ootori Conglomeration can only help."
"Very well. Now that we've spoken, I'll keep my distance."
"Thanks. Come say good night if you think it's necessary." He nodded then glided away.
No one outside of our group knows about this mess, and I must keep it that way. Grandmother must not find out my friendship with Ootori is ruined. My connections are one of the reasons she tolerates me.
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"You're a good friend, Honey-kun, to come here tonight. I know this type of artwork isn't your taste."
"She's a well-known artist. By having the Haninozuka heir here, it shows other artists this gallery stands out."
"I see Kyoya-senpai is here as well."
Cho-chan doesn't know everything that Ootori has done, and we've all agreed to keep it from the girls. "Probably for the same reason. All of us want to see Tama-chan succeed."
I had a glass of champagne. The bubbles tickle my nose. Cho-chan decided to choose sparkling water, even though she's of age. She doesn't hold her alcohol well. She does, however, know how to wear a dress. It's a longer skirt than normal, and the whole thing is such a light shade of pink, it's almost white. How did they make it shimmer like that?
"Honey-senpai. I didn't know you'd be here."
"Hika-chan, Hitachiin-san, Hitachiin-san."
"Oh, Mitsukuni-kun, you can call us Yuzuha and Norio. And is this the lovely Cho-chan we've heard so much about?"
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Mom and Dad dragged me along to this, saying if I was just going to sit around and mope, I might as well throw on a suit and help Tamaki-senpai. Everyone's either out on a date or training. And with Haruhi in Seoul, I don't have anything to do. But these frilly ceramic things are not for me. Too boring. They aren't Mom's thing either. No color.
I listened to Mom prattle on about how she's enjoying Tamaki-senpai's gallery. She's only here to help him. When she saw how big this artist is, she knew if she showed up, it would help the gallery. It's working. We were photographed coming in. He didn't have a true red carpet set up, but the press had gathered anyway.
Shit. There's Ootori. Asshole. I better stay away. I haven't figured out how to control myself when that bastard is around.
"I'm going to get something to eat," I murmured in Mom's ear and took off. Wish I was old enough to have a drink. It would sure help get me through tonight.
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Sunroad Shopping Street (Kichijoji):
"Bu, why are we here? What could you possibly need to buy? Don't you own everything already?"
"Will you shut up. This is the last of my three dates. After this, you can torture me for a while."
"I'm looking forward to that."
"I bet you are, Asshole."
I brought him here because I couldn't think of anything else, and it sounded like a good idea. I'm in this crazy mood to just spend money. No clue why.
I grabbed his arm. "There's a leather store. Bet we can both find something in there."
Twenty minutes later we came out empty handed. "Quality wasn't that great."
"I know. If I'm going to buy a corset, it better fucking last. You shouldn't be able to tear it off me."
"Those are the ones I like." He waggled his eyebrows at me. Idiot.
"Look over there. That's something we both can agree on."
"An arcade? You sure you want to lose again?"
"Not this time, you crazy chick. I'm going to beat your ass."
I snorted. How does he leave himself wide open like that? "Maybe later, in private. But for now, I'm going to win."
"Stakes?"
"Loser does the biology homework for the next two weeks."
"Oh, you are so going down."
Again? Doesn't he even listen to what he's saying? I leaned over, grabbed his ass, and whispered in his ear, "If anyone's going down, it's you."
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Tuesday, May 10
Dining Hall, Ouran:
"Hello. Eguchi Raizo-san, correct?"
His head spun around, and he stood quickly. "Fujioka-senpai. I'm honored to meet you."
"May I sit?"
"Of course."
I sat across from him and smiled. I've been watching our new scholarship student since classes started and noticed he hadn't found friends yet. I remember feeling left out and less than when I started here.
"So, how are your classes?"
"Fine. I'm performing well."
"And the culture shock?"
His head tilted like he wasn't sure if I was joking or not. He's choosing his words with such caution. "I'm not sure what you mean."
"Two years ago, I started at Ouran without a clue what I'd gotten myself into. My plan was to keep my head down, study and learn like crazy, and graduate with a scholarship to university." I took a sip of my tea. "Clearly, being anonymous didn't happen." He gave me something between a smile and a smirk. "My point is, coming here with a commoner background isn't easy. You'll face discrimination, impolite curiosity, and downright hostility."
"Yes. I've noticed."
"If you need any help, whether it's with studying, getting around the campus, learning the ropes, or just being yourself in a sea of rich bastards, please know you can ask me anything. I may not be a scholarship student anymore, but I hold my commoner roots dear and will help where I can."
He took a bite from his bento and chewed thoughtfully, clearly not sure what to think of me. I might have been a scholarship student at one point, but now I lived with the Morinozuka's and own my own company. Does he think I've betrayed my background?
"Thank you for the offer, Fujioka-senpai. I will consider it carefully."
"Good." I stood up to head back to my table. "Would you like to join our group for lunch? You're welcome anytime."
"Thank you again, but I'm comfortable where I am."
"Just a quick word of advice then. If you're looking for a quiet place to study, the fourth floor of the second library is a good spot."
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"What's he like?" Renge asked.
"Unsure." I sat and opened my bento and found fancy tuna. Work kept me busy last night, so I didn't make it myself. The chefs are trying too hard. "I invited him to join us, but he's overwhelmed. I'll invite him again next week."
"We should,"
"go get him,"
"and bring,"
"him over."
I grabbed their wrists before they made it two steps. "Oh no you don't. If he's overwhelmed now, you two to will make him run for the hills."
"But Haruhi…"
"No." The twins sat down and moped. "He's more cautious and shy than I was. You don't want to make him quit, right?"
"But I want to see if he can tell us apart."
"Because he's a commoner?" I set down my chopsticks and pointed at them. "Commoners don't have magic powers. I knew who was who because I was around you both and observed. Besides," they stared at me, "it's getting easier when you aren't trying to fool people."
"What?"
"No way?"
"It's true," Renge and Naoko said.
"They're right." Shinobu was looking at her fingernails. "You're both more comfortable being yourselves, and it shows."
They looked at each other, and we all saw the telepathic conversation happen. Then the smirks. Great. They're going to start trying harder to fool everyone. They'll never trick me, and I suspect Naoko and the other girls won't be fooled either.
"Soma Children's Orchestra and Chorus?" One of our former Host Club guests came up with envelopes.
Chika surprised us all by giving her a brilliant smile, obviously thrilled someone finally read the poster. "Tamaki-senpai suggested this one. They provide music education programs for children in disaster areas, such as the east Japan great earthquake and the tsunami in 2011."
"Tamaki-kun will be sponsoring them in his gallery next month for a three-day performance run. I hope many of the students can attend on the first day."
"My friends and I would love to come."
"Wonderful. We'll be posting information in the lobby soon."
She handed over a stack of envelopes as several more students came over with theirs. More and more of the boys at school are bringing their envelopes over rather than making their girlfriends do it.
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Chika's more oblivious than Haruhi is. That girl has the hots for him, but he doesn't even see her. Wonder if I should give them a nudge.
"You're in another world, Bu. What's up?"
"Thinking about romance, Asshole. Do you realize how long it's been since we've been alone together?" Too long, dammit. He turns me on just looking at me.
His hot breath warmed up my ear. "Let's fix that this weekend. I'll figure something out."
"You better. I actually miss you. Can you believe that?"
"Yeah well, you wanted to shop for our last two dates."
"I know. I tortured us both instead of just you."
"I'll fix it, you crazy chick." He nipped my ear and went back to his lunch. How the fuck does he eat all that in one meal?
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"Does anyone here have any business interests in Korea?" They all looked at Haruhi-senpai, surprised she'd start a conversation about business. "I visited the factory last week in Seoul and have some questions."
Most shook their heads, and a few said no. "Just the clothing factory," Kaoru-senpai offered. "But it's the same deal as yours. I'm just contracting with them. Hitachiin Fashions doesn't own them."
"Have the books come in yet?" I asked her. On our flight back after the competition we talked about it after she asked me about my business interests. I don't own any companies, but I do own stock in some Korean businesses. We ordered some books, and I asked my contacts there to send her some information on factory business practices."
"The books we ordered will be in today. I'll review them when I get to the office. I've gotten a response from one of your contacts, but there wasn't enough detail."
"Was there something wrong at the factory?" Kasanoda-senpai rolled his shoulders like he was getting ready for a fight. Some of them still don't realize that she can take care of herself.
"Not really." She caught his eyes and tilted her head. "Just want to learn more about how factories are run in Korea. I might be able to find a better one." He nodded.
"Perhaps Keiko could help. Her family owns their factories there."
"Great idea, Renge. I'll email her."
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Evening, Group Text Messages:
Tamaki: I can't wait to see you all tomorrow.
Honey: I miss you, Tama-chan. We'll share some cake at the diner.
Keiko: Got your email, Haruhi. I'll have info for you at the library.
Tamaki: My darling friend – you could have asked me for help.
Haruhi: Do you own factories in Korea?
Tamaki: No…
Haruhi: That's why.
Chika: I'm studying, so I'm turning the phone off.
Cho: Me too. University is harder than I thought. Good night.
Tamaki: Good night. See you all tomorrow.
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xXx
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Wednesday, May 11:
Public Library:
"So, how's that biology homework going?"
I fixed him with a glare and hoped to set him on fire. Didn't work. "Just wait. I'll get you back."
"Doubtful."
"You know, I could just do this wrong to fuck you over." That got a slightly worried look before he broke into a smile.
"Nah. You'd be fucking yourself over too."
I smirked and went back to the homework. I could always give him the wrong stuff and keep the good stuff for me. It'd only work once, but it'd be worth it.
After another fifteen minutes, I couldn't take it anymore. Who cares about this shit? What's everyone else up to?
Honey-senpai and Chika are going through reports and minutes for tomorrow's Haninozuka BOD meeting. I heard Honey-senpai talking to Cho about it, and he sounded nervous. He's got his bunny with him, but I swear I've seen him without it recently.
Ritsu's going over the proposal draft for Haruhi's company. I think I'm the only one who knows where he's going with that business. It's secondary to what he really wants to do. He needs this one to fund the other. Guess that's why I'm not angry about doing the homework today. He has a real reason to skip it.
I can see Satoshi's laptop screen because he's leaning back with his feet up on the table. I bet that nightmare librarian would smack him if she saw that. That's the chatboard those Neon girls set up for him. He's going to regret that. Can't do anything about them creating it, but he should stay off. Never know what crazy bitches can do, and he needs to keep his rep intact. It's not like he's Ritsu.
Tamaki-senpai and Cho are working on an English essay. Boring. Haruhi's got her nose buried in a book, as always. Not sure how she can ignore all the noise. Guess it's practice. Mori-senpai's on his laptop. Since he's not taking classes, he's probably working. He owns more companies than any one of us. That physics guy is helping the twins with chemistry. Wonder if he knows biology? Yuki's off in another world.
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Akito-kun came early to Monday night's family dinner, and we played with Sota until it was time to eat. He really enjoys those Legos. Maybe I should get him another set.
Watching Akito-kun and Sota made me think of children. He's not the Ootori heir so he doesn't have to have any. I'm not sure what I want, but I know I don't want kids until after university. He'll be in his residency. Neither of us will have time. After my experiences, I want to be involved in my children's lives, not hand them over to a nanny or maid and only see them at meals and events.
I didn't realize Kyoya-senpai has such a dry wit until the family meals started. We never spent much time together before them. He doesn't ask about any of the hosts or girls. When I stop and think about it, I wonder if he left because he took over the Ootori Conglomeration or if there was something deeper. Maybe something about him dating Haruhi. It's really not my place to ask.
"Yuki?"
I looked up and saw Renge smile. "Yes?"
"Thinking about Akito-san?" My blush answered for me.
"Have you and Tamaki-senpai talked about kids?"
Now it was her turn to blush. "Not really. With his grandmother running the companies and his father named heir, Tamaki-kun doesn't need an heir right away. Besides, we both want to finish university." She brushed her palms together. "Enough talk about kids. Let's study for that geography quiz."
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They're begging me to dance this weekend. I know Father wants me to stop going completely, but I can't train every second of every day that I'm not studying. I'll cut back to one day a week. Friday. I'll go Friday. Just have to post it in the chat room. It's a good thing my parents don't know about it. They wouldn't understand.
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The Diner:
I know that bastard manager moved my shift from Wednesday nights because of that Fujioka bitch, but he never said I couldn't come in for a meal. There's a seat at the counter, and I can see her from it. Perfect.
Can't believe that bitch got me banned from my supermarket. Now I have to ride a bus for groceries. And there she is, rolling in money now, not just her friends. But now she's got those bodyguards. Who the fuck does she think she is?
There's gotta be something I can do.
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"Kaoru-sama?"
"Oh, good. You brought it." My driver wasn't sure which was me until I spoke up. There are still people that can't tell.
I took the bag from him and held it over to Haruhi. "Can you do me a quick favor?" She rolled her eyes and nodded. "I'm working on the fall line and this is a sweater I'm thinking about adding. I want to see if it works under a jacket. Can you try it on tonight and send me some pics? Both with and without a jacket."
"Sure."
"Open it, Haruhi. I want to see."
I held and unzipped it. "Cashmere, thin enough for under the jacket and not too hot. I can't decide on a regular neck, V-neck, or turtleneck."
"Why not all three?" Yuki asked.
"Well, I'm not sure they would all sell. With both the blouses and sweaters in all the different colors, there might be too many models in the line."
"Hadn't thought of that."
"It's different when you're figuring this stuff out for the racks rather than making them to order."
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If that Suzuki person thinks we don't see him, he's an idiot. Sitting there at the counter staring at Haruhi-sama.
"I've spoken with the owner," Miwa's voice came through my earpiece. "He doesn't have a shift. Looks like he only came in to eat."
"Keep an eye on him and follow him when he leaves, even if it's after us."
Maybe it's time to have him fired.
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More autographs. At least they left after I signed them.
"It's almost like they were waiting for me. Like they knew I would be here."
"I'll ask Endo-san to check social media for anything mentioning the diner. We might have to find another place."
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xXx
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Thursday, May 12:
Before Classes, Ouran:
"Who's that from?"
"I have no idea. There's no name."
I grabbed the note from Haruhi. No one messes with our triplet.
Now that you are famous, you should start dating.
"What the fuck?"
"What is it, Hika?"
I showed it to him before Haruhi ripped the note from our hands. "It doesn't matter. It's not signed, so it goes in the trash."
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xXx
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Late Morning, Haninozuka Board Room:
Mitsukuni and Yasuchika are doing me proud today. They obviously prepared and have asked pertinent questions. And there's no sign of Usa-chan. They both will make valuable additions to our Board of Directors.
"When will the military training begin again? I thought they would have a new group of trainees by now."
"Mitsukuni can answer that." I handed the question off to my son, knowing that he had been working on the schedule to match it with his classes.
"The new group's first session is this weekend. Training will continue for the next two months, with elite members of the dojo participating during the week and myself and Chika-chan on the weekends."
Good answer. If that board member had read his official calendar, he wouldn't have had to ask the question. He's not as prepared as both my sons.
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I'm at a loss as to why Father wants me here. Mitsukuni is the heir. Currently, I don't see myself having anything to do with the family's real estate holdings. At most, I'll continue being an instructor in the dojo.
We need to call a break soon. I'm working on a tricky stock trade and must check the status. It would a horrific breach of etiquette and honor if I were to check my phone during the meeting.
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Cho-chan will be so proud of me. I've answered questions, followed the discussions, and made suggestions. I'll have to chair this board in the future. Once the bakery is up and running, Father's going to assign me a division in the company.
I'm the heir and must be ready. But do I want to be the heir? Do I want this for the rest of my life? It's not fun, buying and selling real estate or collecting rents. Because of the age of our family, we own substantial lands in Tokyo, even downtown. It's where our considerable fortune comes from, not the dojos. We've managed them for as long as we've been a family, but they don't provide the income, even if they are what we're known for.
How much time must I put into the company? With the right staff, can I make it a part-time position?
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"Let's break for lunch. Catering is set up in the executive lounge."
Finally. I can't just get up and run out. I must be polite. After I excuse myself to the restroom, I'll find an unused lounge and check the stock prices.
It's a billion yen, after all.
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After classes, Ouran:
"Moan and scream as loud as you want, Bu. This room is soundproof."
"Great…idea…" Oh shit. The things he can do with his tongue.
My shirt landed across the room, my bra following. "No fair. Get your shirt off." I'm sure I ripped a button off when I attacked him. That chest and six-pack. I brushed my fingertips over the curves and lines of the muscles and smirked into the kiss when his stomach jerked.
I felt hands sliding up my back and grabbing my shoulders from behind. Now he's leaning me back and climbing on top, coming to rest between my legs. They wrapped around his waist and pulled him down harder on me.
"Shit, Bu. You could bring the dead back to life."
"Shut up and kiss me you idiot."
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I smashed my lips on hers and pushed her into the sofa. I felt those tits push on my chest and moved to rub them with my thumbs.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh."
"That's it. Scream," I panted. "I want to hear you scream for me."
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An hour later, we were getting dressed when I heard, "You crazy chick. I lost a button."
"Yeah, so?"
"And there's lipstick on my shirt."
"So what? Don't you have laundry service?"
"Not the point," he mumbled, running his hand through his hair. It's even more rumpled now.
"What do you think Tetsuya and Kono are doing?"
He tossed me a bottle of water. "Whatever it is, they aren't having near the fun we are."
Flopping down next to him on the couch, I fixed him with a stare. "Does Tetsuya ever talk to you about what we do when we're alone?"
"Not really. He knows there's a marriage contract coming. I have found condoms in my blazer pocket or school bag." His arm wrapped around my shoulder and pulled me close to lean on him. "What about Kono?"
"Just asks if we're being careful, and if I need condoms. Don't think he believes me when I tell him we weren't having sex."
"Tetsuya doesn't believe me either."
It's going to be a long fucking time until our wedding.
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Friday, May 13:
Afternoon, Petto Chinmi:
"Hello ladies."
"Kaoru. Good. You made it." He and Mao walked into our conference room with several clear garment bags.
"Of course. When have I ever let you down?"
I gave him a quick hug, not wanting to answer the question. I'm still hurt about the red carpet.
They spread out the garment bags on the table. "They're all different suits." I tilted my head to the side. "For the fashion show, you dressed everyone in pieces of the same suit."
"That was to show versatility. This shows the broad range of the brand." That's why he's in charge and I just wear the suit. "The suit stays the same, but there are different shirts and scarves for each day. If there's an accident with the suit, just let me know and I'll bring another one."
"Well, some of the marketing staff is at the venue setting up, but I know we all thank you for dressing us for the dog show."
"I enjoy doing it." He stood for a minute, seeming to hesitate. "I'm hoping you'll do something for me."
"Sure."
"Be careful committing to something before you know what it is." He handed me a wooden piece about 20 cm [8 inches] long in the shape of a triangle. The writing on the brass plate made me smile.
Women's Business Attire Provided by Hitachiin Fashion's Every Woman Line.
"I have two of these. Could you put them in your booth?"
"Why are you so nervous, you idiot? I'll absolutely display them."
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After the fashion show was over, we sat back down and ran the checklist for the weekend.
I suppose I shouldn't be so flippant about the women and their suits. Haruhi-sama always looks so professional, the others should too. Even my wife, who doesn't work outside our home, is excited to buy one of the Hitachiin suits.
"Gorou-san, if you'll go through the weekend for us."
She worked her way through the checklist of booth supplies, events, interactions with the show directors, etc. "Polo shirts have come in and were delivered to the staff who are coming. Give-a-ways also arrived and have been taken over to the venue." She flipped a page in her notebook and ran a hand through her hair. Her nerves are getting the better of her. "After this meeting, I'll join the rest of the marketing staff at the venue. They set up the booth today, and I'll run the final checks." After glancing again at the suit Kaoru provided for her, she said, "I'll also take the suits with me for those that aren't here. I know they'll be thrilled."
Haruhi-sama looked up from her own notebook. "Do we have the lunch tickets for the staff?"
"Yes. Those that are present during lunch can pick them up at the booth from the sponsorship coordinator."
"Perfect." Her forehead puckered, and she turned to me. "Tanaki-san, I feel like I'm missing something. Am I?"
Running through my notes, I shook my head. "Not that I can think of, Fujioka-sama. We do have several scheduled meetings during the event."
"Imai-san gave me the schedule and the background. I'll be ready."
"Well then, I think that's it."
She stood to end the meeting. "I'll see everyone tomorrow when the venue opens at seven. The show starts at ten, but I want to get a feel for the place."
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After another hour of going over my preparations and lists, I called my assistant, Imai-san, into my office. She perched on the very edge of the seat I indicated, and I saw her foot tapping. Does she think she's done something wrong? I couldn't ask for a better assistant. She anticipates my needs and has breakdowns and reports ready for me before I even know I'll need to look into the topic.
"I have a research project for you. I don't think there's a problem, but I need to know more."
Her pen was poised above her notepad, ready to write down my request. It's so strange sometimes being the boss.
"I need the regulations for Korean factories, both in general and specifically for creating animal food. Please include human resources, shipping, maintenance, health, and any other regulations or guidelines you can find. I also need them in Japanese. I don't speak or read a word of Korean."
"Yes, Haruhi-sama."
"If you have to order books, or any other costs accumulate, charge it to production."
"May I ask if there are problems with the factory?"
"None that I could see, but something felt off to me, and I want to know more."
"I'll get started right away."
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Shido Estate:
"CANNON BALL!"
Yuki-chan and I didn't have time to duck before Sota-kun jumped into the pool and soaked us.
Her laugh echoed through the indoor pool area, and I laughed too. "I was trying to decide if I'd get my hair wet. Guess that answers that question," she smirked and jumped in. I followed.
Fuyumi allowed Sota-kun to join us after dinner if he ate all his vegetables and rested for thirty minutes before swimming. He made us wait with him.
We played keep away, diving for yen, Marco Polo, and then challenged each other to see who could swim underwater the longest which Yuki-chan won. I leaned back against the pool wall and watched her give him a ride on her shoulders, walking around and dunking him every so often.
She'll make a good mother.
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"Again! Again!" Sota-kun called as Akito-kun tossed him high in the air for a huge splash down. "Again, Uncle Akito, again!"
How do children manage to do the same thing over and over and over and over and over without getting tired of it? He's worn us both out.
"Sota. Time for bed." Finally, Fuyumi called him into the main house for bath and story time.
Akito-kun swum over to me and grabbed to pool edge. "I bet he's asleep before the first page is finished."
"I bet he doesn't make it through his bath."
The quiet stretched out and became awkward. Here we are, in just bathing suits, in a pool by ourselves. I'm wearing the new red bikini I got in Hawaii. Glad I remembered to get a wax the other day after classes. He glanced over at me. "What do you want to do now?"
"I'm not sure, but that kid wore me out. How about you?"
That smirk is so hot. "Let's go sit in the hot tub."
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I've got her here in the hot tub. Now what? I know we need to take it slow. I know I don't want to spook her. But that bikini is making me insane. This wasn't the best idea. At least she's sitting opposite me.
I guzzled my water and smiled.
She dunked her head to get her hair out of her face.
We stared at each other.
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I want him to kiss me. I really want him to kiss me. But maybe not half naked in a hot tub.
"Do you have a lot of studying to do this weekend?"
He surprised me with that question. "Not really. I have a book to read for my literature club and a project proposal to write for politics, but that isn't due until next Friday." I waved my arms underwater and felt the currents go down my legs. "Why? Do you?"
"I'm already slammed. Between the classes and the in-person training, I don't have time for much else."
"Oh." Does he want to stop our date nights?
"So, I was thinking." He pushed off and drifted to sit next to me. "How about you come to the medical school library with me tomorrow? We can both study and then have dinner."
I smiled up at his face and felt his warm breath blow across my wet cheeks. I couldn't hide my shiver. "Sounds perfect."
"Great." With that he stood up and helped me out of the tub. "I'll pick you up at one."
Then slowly, too slowly, he bent down and touched his lips to mine. My hands slid up his arms, and his slid up my back.
It was perfect.
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Late Night, Black Onion Squad Headquarters:
The guard nodded as I strode through the lobby. If he was surprised to see me, he didn't show it. I headed for the SCIF.
Nishmori-san dismissed the decoders this afternoon. They made their deadline. I'm to meet with him and the analytics team tomorrow at nine to start going over this mess, but I can't wait.
I was expecting it to be bad, but when I walked in and saw the stacks of papers, I was shocked.
"Shit."
I need to know what's here to develop a plan of attack.
How am I going to clean up the blackmail? Some of the shit he has on these people really needs to be turned into the authorities. And the women. They need to know they're off the hook. That I won't be using this information against them like he did.
And this other thing. Is it really what I think it is?
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Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Ouran High School Host Club. I do, however, own any original characters and the plot of this story. I also do not own, nor am I making any money from, the following: Olympics, Lego, Duplo, any real restaurant, business, food product, or really anything else that exists.
Zauo Fishing Restaurant exists. I looked at the pictures online and thought it'd be fun. I have no affiliation with them, nor am I making any money by using their name.
Hattori Makiko is listed in an article I found – 25 Japanese Women Artists to Know. Google her name and see some absolutely incredible ceramics for prices I'll never be able to afford. She's out of Tamaki's league, but I assume the Suoh name had some help in getting her to his gallery. As always, I have no affiliation with, nor am I making any money from, Hattori Makiko. I loved the art, so I included it.
Alright, I know Vampire Knight is done, but I mean Vampire Knight Memories. I don't own or make any money off it either.
Author's Note:
Several things going on with the factory. Some obvious, some hopefully not. It will come back around in a week or so of their time.
Tried something different with the restaurant and the Akito/Yuki date by writing in the POV of the server. Not sure if it's better that way, but it was different. Then there was their swimming date at the end. It's a fine line to walk. She's 17, finally away from her father, talking about marriage, but wanting to be a teen. He's 27, finally away from his father and studying what he wants, talking about marriage, but not wanting to spook her. They have different ideas of 'fun'. I'd like for her to help him chill and have fun again, and I'd like him to help her find her confidence. I think I need some advice from you, otherwise I feel like I'm writing the same scenes over and over.
Seems from the reviews that everyone has the same opinion of Haruhi's grandparents and their goals. I'll be interested to see if you like where I end up with this.
So, that jerk from the diner is back in the picture. Will Eiji get him fired?
I'm not sure what the Haninozuka's business is besides dojos, but I don't think they could amass all that wealth with just those. The idea that they are into real estate and own part of downtown Tokyo came from the story 'At What Price, Love?' By Storz. It's a Kyoya/Haruhi story and a fun ride if you are interested.
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Next Chapter:
The National Dog Show and more about what Kyoya's finding in those decoded documents.
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