Okay, little note here: I'm not going to make a log per day. This story has to give Livia and Kyoya time to… bond. So, if nothing of importance happens, there will be a few small time skips. But I've also been made aware that there hasn't been much action. There hasn't even been an attempt on Kyoya's life yet. I'll try to add a little more action here and there.
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GaijinPot Complex in Bunkyo-ku
Exact Location: Bunkyo, Tokyo, Japan
Apartment Room 204
08:01
Alright. "In compliance with the rules", or whatever, I'm making my Saturday overview. Normally I wouldn't give a shit about making these recordings when nothing is going on, since I know you don't include them in the final mission report if they don't serve a purpose, but it's out of my hands at this point. Director Mathias gave me a lot of grief the last time I skipped out of weekly overviews and I don't feel like being put on dish duty again.
So. Early morning. Saturday. First week on the job is officially over.
Since dinner with the Ootori's last Tuesday, nothing's really happened. Nothing of importance, at least, which is somewhat surprising. I wasn't expecting this week to be so... calm. It's a little unnerving to be quite honest. I mean, yeah, sometimes missions can take months depending on how skilled the assassin is, but it's a little weird that there hasn't even been a Test yet.
Uh, "Test", for those of you who don't understand 'Trasic-speech', is my way of referring to the first time the bad guys try to kill my charge. You guys were all agents once, yes? You know what I'm talking about. Something precarious that somehow started to fall just as the charge walked underneath it. An exposed wire. Some out-of-control vehicle. Or perhaps even an outright attempt on their life. Typically something that might kill the charge, but if not would prompt cautious behavior to better control and predict their actions.
But there's been nothing and it's more than a little unnerving.
In another word, things have plateaued around here. Classes are somewhat interesting, at least, and I've gained a few daily guests at the Host Club. We've finally moved beyond the interrogation process and now the girls seem okay with simply chatting about anything that crosses their mind. So long as my interest or input is vague and I act like I'm listening, they're happy. Kinda like talking to the Council.
Hahahahaha!
Don't tell them I said that. Just erase that part. 'K? Thanks.
As for the rest of the Host Club, that's smoothed out, too. I'm sorta-kinda getting along with most of them. It helps that Kyoya's dropped the whole 'your-family-is-important-to-my-family-so-I'm-gonna-fake-the-shit-out-of-my-personality' thing.
That's not to say I've dropped my guard. And I'm still keeping my distance from the others. Can't get too close, right?
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Livia clutched the recorder in her hand tightly, uncrossing her legs and staring at the doorway that led out of her bedroom and into the living area. She gently leaned over and wrapped her hand around the handgun resting on her nightstand. The person at the door knocked again.
"Liv-chan~"
Honey-senpai?
The brunette hastily stashed the gun in the top drawer of her nightstand and stuffed her recorder into her pants waistband before running out to the front door. Pressing her eye against the peephole, her mouth fell open in shock. On the other side of the door stood the host club, all in casual garb and staring at her front door expectantly. For a moment, she entertained the thought of pretending she wasn't home, but then she spotted Haruhi hovering at Tamaki's side, looking both excited and exasperated.
Livia let out a sigh and unlocked the door, pulling it open.
"Good morning!" The host club greeted her. None of them seemed put out by the fact she was still wearing an oversized shirt and under armor pants, looking like she had just woken up fifteen seconds ago.
Leaning against the door frame, she crossed her arms. "Can I help you?"
"Tama-chan said we needed to properly welcome you to the Host Club, Liv-chan!"
"So we're taking you swimming!"
"You're taking me to the beach?"
Kyoya took a small step forward, pushing Kaoru's extended arm out of the way. "Not today, Miss Trasic. My family's Tropical Aqua Garden isn't set to officially open until this January, but I managed to pull some strings and we've been granted a full day to ourselves at the facilities. Of no charge to you, of course. And in case you don't have a swimsuit with you, the twins have prepared to provide one from their mother's collection."
Livia's hands clutched at her arms a little tighter. A full day? In a place she hadn't scoped out or wired or even seen the schematics of? All the different ways the next 8 hours or so could go horrifically wrong condensed into a 5 second horror movie inside her head.
"Alright. Do you have the swimsuits here or..."
"They'll be waiting at the Aqua Garden!" The boys in front of her looked like they might explode with excitement. Livia tried not to put a mental picture to that phrase.
"Fine. Let me get dressed at least. Just... wait out here. I'll get ready."
Oh, fuck.
Okay... okay. Stay calm. Right. Just an average day out and I was even invited this time.
...
I'm so glad they made these recorders waterproof.
25 minutes later and Livia was staring up in distaste at the huge building in front of her. Not because it was ugly or anything, in fact it was very tastefully designed, but as it was the source of a lot of her anxiety at the moment she couldn't help but hate it. At least a little bit.
"Is everything alright, Miss?"
A well-practiced smile replaced the flat fall of her lips in an instant, quickly directing itself towards the driver's seat. "I'm fine, Choshi-san. Thank you for driving us here. I'm very grateful."
And she was. While the rest of the host club had been talking with each other about all the new attractions they wanted to explore, Livia had taken a seat close to the front of the limousine and just talked with Kyoya's personal driver the whole time. Haruhi had joined her eventually, but none of the other boys had interrupted the conversation.
Choshi didn't jump in surprise like he had the last time she thanked him, which was nice. He merely smiled at her from the rear-view mirror. "It was my pleasure, Miss Trasic. Now you'd better run along after the others and enjoy your day."
She nodded before climbing out of the limo, shutting the door behind her. As the limousine sped off, she was offered no choice but to follow behind the boys and Haruhi as they headed into the building.
Her green eyes traced every detail they could. Possibly hiding places. Trip wires. Traps. But she saw nothing. Her left hand reached up to her hair, tucking an already tucked lock of hair behind her ear. In order to hide her recorder for the day, she had wound her usual french-braid into a bun, then attached the recorder to the hair tie. Hopefully she wouldn't be pushed into any fast moving water. She didn't want to potentially lose her recorder so soon into her mission.
Jogging a little to catch up with the others, she asked, "So, you said the swimsuits would be here?"
The twins grinned from their place in the front of the pack. Livia didn't like the look on their faces.
"We've already arranged for our maids to meet us here."
"They'll have a wide selection for swimsuits-"
"-for you and Haruhi to try on."
Livia raised an eyebrow at her friend. "You're a part of this, too?"
"You get used to it."
She didn't want to get used to it. How was she supposed to watch out for Kyoya's safety if these boys were going to shove her into a changing room and make her try on a bunch of swimsuits? Maybe she could say she changed her mind and didn't want to swim? She had a tank-top on underneath her coat, so maybe-
A man opened up the front door just as the group approached the front of the building. "Welcome to the Tropical Aqua Garden!"
Haruhi paused, almost making Livia walk into her. The American grabbed her neighbor's arm and steadied the both of them.
"What?"
"He's new."
The rest of the group had also hesitated at the sight of the man. All except for Kyoya, who didn't even flinch. He continued walking towards the front doors as he explained, "Having a small number of employee's here today was a requirement for letting us use the facilities. After all, the last time we were here there were some minor issues with security. After that fiasco, I recommended we hire a few lifeguards and public security, so we wouldn't have to depend so heavily on my family's private task force. They'll be keeping an eye on things while we use the facilities."
The club nodded along and continued forward, though there was some grumbling from the twins about having to follow the rules. Livia, of course, hung back until there was a bit of a distance between her and the Host Club.
Just as she predicted, the moment the others were out of hearing range, the smiling face of the employee dropped and he leaned in to whisper, "Mr. Ootori wishes for me to pass on an apology. He is aware that coming here was not a part of your plan. Is there anything you require of us while you're here?"
"Just keep an eye on Kyoya while I'm in the changing room. I'll keep you posted. Is every employee here aware of the situation?"
"Yes."
"Good. Thank you."
The man nodded before smiling and gesturing for her to run along. She did, though she wasn't sure whether she was more grateful or annoyed. Yes, it was a relief to know she wouldn't have to look too suspicious by not changing into a swimsuit like she had hinted at earlier, but at the same time that was the job of a R.A.R.E. agent. You had to think on your feet and react to situations as they came. She knew how to do her job, and now it looked like Mr. Ootori didn't think she could do it without help.
"Okay, girls! Right in here!"
Livia raised an eyebrow as Haruhi groaned and walked through a doorway labeled 'Women's Changing Room'. She gave the remaining hosts a suspicious glance. "You boys aren't going to be hanging around out here listening to us change, are you?"
"We'd never!" Tamaki gasped, though his face was red and a little guilty looking.
Before Livia could call him out on it, Kyoya pointed with the tip of his pen to another bamboo constructed doorway a few steps to the left. "That's the Men's changing room, where the rest of us will be. Once you and Haruhi finish selecting and changing into your swimsuits, you may wait out here for the rest of us or simply begin enjoying the attractions."
Livia cast her gaze past the rest of the boys who were nodding along, catching the eyes of two men in security uniforms. They were standing on either side of a map of the building, and they were staring right back at her. One of them pointedly looked at Kyoya, then back to her, and nodded. While that didn't exactly make her feel 100% better about walking away from her charge, Livia was at least able to force herself into the changing room.
The sight that greeted her nearly sent her running out again.
"Please tell me they're joking."
Rows upon rows of swimsuits were stationed throughout the changing room. To the right were suits in Haruhi's size, while the left were clearly for Livia to try on. The agent didn't want to know how the Host Club could've possibly gotten her measurements so quickly.
"Unfortunately they're not. I've gone through this a couple times before. Do yourself a favor, Livia-senpai, and don't let the twins find out you don't have a huge wardrobe of clothes. They will make sure you leave with one if you're not careful." Haruhi paused in her grimacing at the long racks of petite swimsuits in order to regard Livia with curiosity. "Hey... while we're on the subject, you don't seem to be as used to this sort of extravagance compared to the other rich kids. How come?"
"Just because I'm rich doesn't mean I get everything I want."
"It doesn't?"
Livia started walking towards one of the swimsuit racks. "When you're not the male heir your parents wanted you don't exactly get a silver-spoon life."
"Livia-senpai..."
"I don't want to talk about it, Haruhi. Drop it."
Thankfully, she did, turning to her own selection of swimsuits. Livia sighed softly, relieved the conversation was done and refocused on her task at hand. She wanted to get back out into the Aqua Garden as soon as she could, but all she could see were bikinis. Was that her only option? A wave of uneasiness rolled through her, but she squashed it quickly. Her old bullet wound would be on display no matter what sort of swimsuit she was offered. Making excuses for it was now almost a tradition for the agent. Still... if she had the option-
"Do you like that one, Miss?"
"Hm?" The sudden appearance of a maid at her elbow didn't surprise Livia in the slightest, but at the question she looked down at her hands. While her mind had been elsewhere, they had stopped at a dark blue bikini. It had a single strap going across her right shoulder and little bows at her hips. The words 'No, thank you!" were on the tip of her tongue when she stopped herself. Haruhi was already starting to suspect her 'rich person' status, so... why not pretend she was used to luxury items such as this? At least she liked the color.
"Yeah."
Grabbing the swimsuit, she was led (read: steered) to the nearest curtained off area to change. As Livia pulled the bikini on, she scowled at the small pieces of clothing. She didn't like showing off her body. It wasn't a matter of being self-conscious, but it irritated her that there were people who would judge her on her body's "worth" before considering her intelligence or ability to kill a man twice her size in 40 different ways.
Her lithe fingers tugged at the strap, trying to adjust her bust more securely into the top half. It was pretty clear that whoever had designed this swimsuit had done it with one goal in mind: make the wearer look as desirable as possible. She was showing so much cleavage it was laughable, and the bottoms just barely covered her ass. She mournfully kept her gun stashed in her backpack along with her clothes. Hopefully she'd be able to get to it with ease should she need it.
A groan had slipped halfway out from between her lips when a sudden crash came from just outside. Livia's nerves went on high alert and she rushed the door, holding her backpack in one hand.
Yanking it open, her eyes zeroed in on Kyoya immediately. A long breath of air escaped. No blood. He didn't appear shocked, frightened, or even vaguely concerned, so that was also a plus. However, he was frowning at something to his left. The twins. And Tamaki. All three were sprawled out on the floor, looking guiltily at the mess of plants and broken ceramic pieces beside them. Livia almost collapsed against the doorway in pure relief.
"Is everyone okay?"
The boys looked over at her, Hikaru and Kaoru letting out low whistles. "Nice choice, Livia-senpai!"
Five of the boys offered a thumbs up in her general direction, Kyoya merely nodding. Green eyes rolled around in their sockets before their owner walked out from the doorway. In the back of her mind, Livia happily noted that the top half of her swimsuit was still in place. If it hadn't slipped off from her running like the devil was on her heels, then she should be set for the rest of the day.
"I'm glad you approve." She leaned back against a nearby palm tree to wait for Haruhi, eyes flicking to the security guards again. The one on the right gave her a curt nod. They hadn't noticed any suspicious behavior. Good, but that didn't necessarily mean anything either. If a couple of day-to-day security guards could keep Kyoya safe from an assassination attempt, then Livia wouldn't have a reason for being here. She had been trained for years to catch things that no one else could. She didn't look at things as coincidences. She couldn't afford to.
The changing room door opened, Haruhi stumbling out in a light green one-piece swimsuit. It wasn't grand or gaudy, but she looked cute. Especially with the pink flowers decorating her sides. She also received a collection of thumbs up and compliments before the twins couldn't hold back any longer.
"CANNONBALL!"
With excessive cheering and whooping, they jumped into the nearest pool, sending a huge splash up and over the edge and onto the concrete. Honey wasn't far behind, but just before he could take a flying leap into the water, his cousin grabbed him around the waist.
"Not alone," he elaborated when given a head tilt. Honey's eyes widened, then he looked down at the ground and nodded. Mori lifted the small blond onto his shoulders before he carefully walked down the steps into the pool. Curious, Livia asked Haruhi what that had been about.
The other brunette grimaced. "The last time we were here, there was an accident with the current pool and Honey-senpai got washed downstream. It took us about an hour to find him."
"Wow."
Livia watched the cousins for another moment. She recalled from their files that Honey and Mori were both skilled fighters, ranked #1 in Karate and Kendo respectfully. That alone garnered her appreciation and, yes, her respect. Geez, what she wouldn't give to have a chance to spar with Honey. That had to be an unforgettable experience for someone like her, who had studied hand-to-hand combat since she was 8.
Unfortunately, she'd only ever get to admire their skill from afar. She tended to do that with people who could kick ass. Fighting meant skill. And skill meant training. Training meant questions. And questions... well, it wouldn't end well for anyone here if they got that far.
"So, do you wanna find a couple chairs to sit in or were you planning on swimming?"
"Let's find some chairs."
Livia was glad Haruhi had been the one to suggest it. Keeping an eye on Kyoya and pretending to swim around would've been difficult and awkward to do at the same time. Besides, the water would've only slowed her down from rushing to Kyoya's aid if needed be. The two girls ended up following behind Tamaki and Kyoya, who apparently also preferred to doze in the warm humidity of the building rather than swim around.
Haruhi was, of course, beckoned to sit beside her boyfriend, which meant Livia could sit near Kyoya without looking like she was following him around.
The chairs were positioned for optimum sunbathing, but Livia refused to lean back. Instead she sat as upright as possible, one leg propped up to rest her arms on, right leg crossed beneath it. She couldn't relax, not even if she wanted to. As the three beside her began talking with ease, Livia felt like an entire nest of ants were crawling over her.
Did that shadow just move?
What was that rustle?
Was that flash of light from the scope of a sharpshooter?
"Livia-senpai?"
At Kaoru's voice, the brunette almost jumped. Her eyes lingered on the edge of the glass dome ceiling before dipping down to face the dripping twins standing in front of her. The conversation on her right had stopped and both Honey and Mori were watching from the pool.
"We've got a question."
"Yeah?"
The redheads were frowning slightly, brows furrowed as they pointed. "What happened to your leg?"
Acting as though she wasn't hyper aware of what the twins were talking about, Livia made a small noise in the back of her throat before looking down, twisting her leg a little to properly see the circular patch of skin that was significantly lighter than the rest of her body. Another non-committal sound escaped her lips before she looked back up.
"Just an old burn. Some candle wax dripped onto my leg a few years ago."
"A burn?" Oh no... Haruhi sounded suspicious.
"Yeah. It was an accident. I bumped a table and the wax dripped on my leg."
Haruhi didn't respond again, but Livia had a nagging suspicion that her neighbor was starting to get the notion that she'd been abused. Hoping to stem that conversation from taking place, Livia abruptly stood up.
"Mister Ootori? Would you mind giving me a tour of the facilities? If it's not too much to ask?"
The ravenet tilted his head up, regarding her with interest. Then he too stood up and set his black journal aside. "It's no trouble. I'd be delighted to show you around."
The two weren't stopped from walking away from the group. Livia let her gaze roam around, eyes narrowing against the glare from the sunlight coming through the glass ceiling. If she wasn't mistaken, there were a few tropical birds perched in the trees scattered around them. Livia couldn't help but wonder if and how they'd been trained to not drink from the chlorinated pool. Or attack the guests. Perhaps they were mechanical? It was hard to tell with them hidden in the dense foliage.
The duo just began crossing the bridge over the current pool when Livia broke the silence. "So... this is the idea Yuuichi came up with the first time I came to Japan, right?"
Kyoya nodded, keeping one eye on the host club as the two rounded the main pool's edge. "It was the first decent idea he'd come up with that actually pushed the company forward. Though he had a hard time hiding how he was far more interested in the architecture of the building rather than the business aspect of it. Only recently has he started taking architecture classes at the University... once I relieved him of his duties as future head of the company."
"Is that so? Good for him."
The two continued to walk. Kyoya pointed in the direction of a few of the other attractions, such as the water slides and the surfing modulator. Livia nodded along, not completely interested but not bored either. They came to a stop between the central pool and a hot tub. Across the way, they could just make out the host club having fun. The twins, Tamaki, and Honey were playing a game of 'Marco Polo' while Mori and Haruhi sat at the water's edge, feet dangling in the water and watching the others. It was an oddly peaceful moment, and Livia almost forgot how she was only there to stop the boy on her left from dying.
She sighed. It was a little bittersweet, in all honesty, to watch normal people enjoying themselves. There was only one pool at R.A.R.E.s base, and it wasn't for casual swimming. Livia and her fellow agents used it to learn how to escape sinking cars or save someone who was drowning and similar situations. Watching people get to enjoy something as simple as a concrete basin filled with water and not have to think about what Livia had trained her whole life to deal with... it gave her a strange sense of longing for the life she'd had before she was an orphan.
"Am I boring you, Miss Trasic?"
The brunette shook her head, taking a step backwards out of the memories. "No, not at all Mr- Look, can I just call you Kyoya from now on? We're the same age. I don't want to keep calling you 'Mister Ootori'. It makes me think of your father, which is the last thing I want on my mind."
If her classmate's expression was anything to go by, Livia had effectively stunned him silent. But only for a moment. Kyoya smirked and turned around, his back facing the pool.
"Of course you may. I assume that means I can call you Livia in return?"
"Sure."
Kyoya turned his head to glance back at his group of friends. The girl regarded him while his attention was elsewhere, a recent memory resurfacing. What a sad, frigid world you live in, Kyoya Ootori. Livia hadn't meant to get so personal when she had spoken with her charge last Tuesday. Getting attached or even fond of the people you met on missions never ended well. But that didn't mean she couldn't help them every once in a while. If that meant showing Kyoya exactly how big of a 'family' he had, so be it.
"You're staring, Livia." The ravenet turned back around, his eyes dancing with hidden humor. He took a small step closer to the girl, lips twitching as he attempted to reign in an amused smile. "Have you perhaps seen something that interests you?"
"No." She scoffs and crosses her arms. "Something of annoyance, however? Definitely. You have yet to take your shirt off. Aren't you going to swim? That's why we're here, right?"
"I have no intention to swim today. I just have to document the host's reactions to the place. After all, if we don't provide feedback, then what would letting us into the Aqua Garden early do for the Ootori Group?"
"Tch." Livia rolled her eyes. Despite their 'understanding' from Tuesday night, there was no denying that the brunette's charge was an asshole. Just as she was about to tell him so... a brief flash of light caught her eye. She had been dealing with the bright sunlight flooding in through the ceiling all day today, so it didn't bother her, but instead of the usual yellow and oranges… there was a greenish line crossing her vision. And it stopped-
Livia calmly shot her right hand outward, her palm hitting Kyoya right in the middle of his chest. With a shout of surprise, he fell backwards into the pool, glasses, shirt, and all. Multiple gasps circulated around the room as everyone stared in their direction. And while Kyoya's face was priceless, it was nothing compared to the looks she was getting from the other end of the pool.
Thankfully, the sound of his body splashing into the pool and his confused cry of her name covered up the shattering of the tile a few feet away. Due to the angle between the now broken tile and the green glint, the bullet now embedded in the floor would've gone right through Kyoya's right temple had Livia not pushed him. She looked around and saw a security guard running over. She held up a hand, the universal signal for 'wait'.
As Kyoya resurfaced, trying to regain his bearings and wiping water out of his eyes, Livia glared in the direction of the green tint. There was the barest trace of a shadow just beyond the glass ceiling of the building, but then it was gone.
I guess that was the Test.
"Livia Trasic!"
While she had been glaring up at the ceiling, Kyoya had found his footing on the bottom of the pool. He was completely soaked, thick rivulets of chlorinated water dripping out of his hair and down his face. Man, if looks could kill...
The girl raised an eyebrow. "What? You were annoying me."
Her simple comment only served to make Kyoya angrier, if that was even possible. It probably didn't help that the twins were literally dying of laughter just across the way. The others looked to be laughing as well, though they were keeping their volume down. Possibly for Kyoya's sake. Or maybe their own. For a while, the two just stared at each other.
A sudden thought hit Livia like a brick to the face. Kyoya didn't know. He was completely and totally unaware that his life was in danger. She knew that before now, of course, it was in her job description to not let him find out. But at the same time… wow. A bullet had almost gone straight through his head, and he was angry at Livia for getting him wet. It was so ridiculous and ignorant that it was all Livia could do to not laugh out loud.
But she couldn't stop her lips from twitching in a slight smile.
"You find this funny?"
She shouldn't respond. Should've apologized. Should've offered a hand as a sort of olive branch. Heck, she should've made up an excuse and said it was a muscle spasm.
Instead...
"I just caught Kyoya Ootori off guard and pushed him into a pool. Nobody alive wouldn't find that stomach-cramp inducing hilarious."
With a snarl, the boy waded forward a little bit, planting his hands on the edge of the pool and heaved himself upward, spinning around so he was sitting on the pool's edge. Water quickly collected around his body, a growing oval of darkened cement. He took off his glasses and gave his hair a shake, flicking droplets everywhere. Livia smiled softly and knelt down in front of him as the soaked floral shirt came off, leaving the 2nd year only in his grey and red swim trunks. He ran a hand down his face in vain, drying to get the moisture off.
"Want a towel?"
The boy glared daggers at her (or perhaps that was just him squinting since his glasses were still off) and Livia couldn't help but find the expression mildly adorable. Awww... he's trying to intimidate me. How cute. With a smug smile, she offered a hand like she wanted to help him up, knowing full well what Kyoya was planning as revenge.
And sure enough, as soon as her fingertips brushed at Kyoya's palm, both of his hands shot forward and grabbed her wrist, tugging her sideways so she tumbled headfirst into the pool. With practiced ease, she somersaulted and reemerged. Kyoya looked so damn proud of himself, running a hand through his hair to squeeze out the water between his fingers as he watched. Though he paused when she merely swam forward, swiping a hand across her forehead.
She noticed his staring. "What?"
"I had expected for you to be more upset at my throwing you into the pool."
The girl shrugged, resting her forearms on the edge. "I expected you to do that. And besides, this makes us even, so I don't have to worry about you enacting some sort of revenge later on." Her eyes drifted past Kyoya's face and at the ceiling. The assassin hadn't reappeared. That was to be expected, too. His attempt to kill her charge was borderline cliche. A Test. But Livia had revealed that her charge had a protector.
That could make things a little more complicated.
"Well, it looks like we're about to have some company."
At Kyoya's bland comment, the brunette turned around to watch as the host club swam towards them. Even Haruhi was in the water, though it looked more like she had looped her arms around Mori's neck and he was dragging her along.
Smiling innocently up at her charge, Livia tilted her head, "Well, it looks like we're all getting in the water, then."
"Li-"
She only smirked at Kyoya's furious expression just before she yanked him back into the water for a second time.
Okay. I've managed to sneak into the bathroom for a moment. We've been at this water park for about three hours now, and I'm pretty confident that our assassin isn't coming back today. So... I think I'm gonna end the log here for today. Next week should be interesting. Kyoya still isn't happy with me about the whole pool thing.
End log.
I'm so sorry this was late! *Rotten tomatoes explode at feet* WOAH! Geez, I said I was sorry! I've just been so busy lately! But it's done now! And look! Stakes! Someone tried to shoot Kyoya in the head! The story's moving on! And I don't think they ever mentioned what the two older Ootori boys decided to do once Kyoya upstaged them, so I'm making up their futures as I go, too.
Oh, and for those of who you get the '10 years are up' reference, you get a cookie, my friends!
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