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GaijinPot Complex in Bunkyo-ku

Exact Location: Bunkyo, Tokyo, Japan

Apartment Room 204

15:01


Look, I'm gonna make this really short.

Kyoya's still on house arrest, currently sulking in his bedroom. He's been lounging on his couch with a book for an hour, but hasn't done much reading from the looks of it. I've also done more research on the Grand Tonnerre patriarch. I finally found his bank statements and business day schedule from the month leading up to my dispatch. There aren't any big cash withdrawals, but he has been pulling out more than usual. There's also a few oddly blank spots in his schedule. I've sent what I could to our legal team, but that's about all I can do for the case.

And that's all for this Satur-

Oh, you've got to me kidding me!


Livia threw her recorder down on the table, and stalked towards the front door with fire in her eyes. Hastily undoing the lock, she pulled the door open.

"I swear if you're taking me on-"

She stopped.

"Good morning, Livia-senpai."

"Good morning, Haruhi. I'm sorry, the rest of the club isn't with you, are they?"

"No. It's just me this time. Can we talk?"

Letting out a breath, the agent nodded and stepped back, letting Haruhi inside for the first time. It wasn't like she hadn't expected this.

As Livia locked the door behind them, she watched as Haruhi silently took the room in. She could tell by Haruhi's body language exactly when she recognized the equipment that had been left on the kitchen table for what it really was. Glancing back at Livia over her shoulder, Haruhi waited for permission.

"Go ahead and sit. Not like I have to hide it from you, anymore."

Only nodding in return, Haruhi walked over and sat down. Livia saw her big brown eyes glance over at the open laptop. She didn't seem surprised at the view of Kyoya's bedroom on screen. Nothing was said for another few seconds before Livia cleared her throat.

"Want some tea?" At the other's nod, Livia quickly filled a teapot and set it on the stove before taking a seat on Haruhi's left. Well, might as well get this over with.

"I take it you're upset and want to shout at me for a bit? I wouldn't blame you if you did."

"No…" Haruhi shifted in her seat, "I'm more confused. Or, okay, I guess I'm a little upset that you lied, but I feel like I don't know enough of the story to be mad about it. Yet."

Livia nodded, though she was more than a little relieved Haruhi wasn't here to scream at her. Despite everything, she liked her short, spunky neighbor. Probably more than she should as a temporary visitor.

Throwing caution to the wind, she sat back in her chair and gestured around the apartment. "Well, as this is one of the only safe places to talk freely about my job in this whole city, what would you like to know? If it's something I'm allowed to tell you, I will. If it's not, please know it's not my choice or a reflection on you."

"Okay."

Haruhi looked around the room, probably to sort through the million questions she had. Livia attempted to ready herself for the onslaught.

"First question… what's your real name?"

"Livia Trasic. I did not lie about my name, my hair color, my eye color, or any other physical features." Haruhi's shoulders relaxed. Livia understood. At least Haruhi didn't have to completely start over getting to know her neighbor.

"Next, what else about you do I know that's true and what did you make up?"

"Oof, a little harder. Well, I am from America. But I'm not rich. I don't have parents… they died a long time ago." Haruhi's hand stretched across the table, but she hesitated just short of touching Livia's. "When they were alive, we were middle class. I do like history class and all the little non important stuff I told my guests, but the bigger stuff I had to lie about."

"Family. What can you tell me?"

"Hmm. I guess I can spare you the sob story and jump straight to what I have now. I have a little brother, and I'm close to another family of four kids who I refer to as my brothers and sister. There's also my old mentor I call every month and visit whenever I'm in the same country, and a couple who I visit whenever I can. I can't tell you their names, though."

Livia slid back into silence, letting Haruhi soak the new information in. She knew Haruhi's mother had passed away when she was younger, which might be why Livia got along so well with her. Despite everything else, they had at least some similar trauma in their past. It wasn't a happy thought, but it connected them through something most people couldn't understand.

"You mentioned your mentor that you sometimes visit. Do they live in Japan?"

"Can't answer that."

"What do you talk about?"

"My mission at the time or whatever I didn't tell them over the phone."

"What do they do?" At the arched eyebrow she received as an answer, she shrugged. "Well if they're no longer an agent like you, what do they do? What kind of jobs are available for people with your skill set?"

"They're a technical-engineer. And there's more jobs than you might think. Lawyers, translators, ambassadors, businesspeople, teachers, mechanics, police, army generals, bodyguards. The list goes on. A lot of agents have their own hobbies and interests outside of the job, too. I personally know three retired agents who are now doctors at the Ootori hospital in town and another who's a carpenter up in Sweden."

The teapot let out a soft whistle from the stove, a thin cloud of steam escaping through the hole at the spout. Excusing herself, Livia shut the burner off and pulled out a pair of teacups. Say what you will about the temporary bases, but Livia had never had one that didn't include the essentials.

Setting the cups down on the table, Livia collapsed back into her chair and returned her attention to her… friend? Neighbor? Haruhi was staring at the teacup in front of her, not making a move to grab it.

"I didn't poison it, y'know." Haruhi jolted in her seat, eyes wide as she began stuttering out an apology. Livia smacked her forehead before shaking a hand in front of her face. "Hold up, Haruhi. Stop apologizing. It's just a joke I make back home. I know you didn't actually think that."

As her neighbor calmed down Livia reprimanded herself. Haruhi was no doubt a little on edge with her being a deadly agent. It wasn't helping to joke around with topics like that. Hoping she hadn't scared Haruhi off, Livia sat quietly with her own tea and waited for Haruhi to ask her next question.

"You said that Hikaru, Kaoru, and Tamaki had all been protected before. Can you tell me by who?"

Livia hesitated, thinking over her answer. "I… can't. The twins are going to have a hard time enough when they find out without one of their closest friends keeping the secret from them as well." She sighed at her own answer. If Hikaru and Kaoru were already upset at her lying about being an agent, how would they react learning their own-

"And Tamaki? The blond that you mentioned?"

"Oh, yeah. I've never met her personally, but from what I've heard she's… she's a little… I have a feeling she's kind of the reason for Tamaki's personality."

"If you don't know her personally, how do you know she protected Tamaki?"

Livia gestured vaguely towards her bedroom, where the rest of her equipment and papers waited. "It's in Tamaki's files."

"Files?"

"Yeah. For every mission, files are either pulled or created for every civilian that will be a part of the initial introduction. I have files for the immediate Ootori family, the Host Club, your dad, and the neighbors on either side of my apartment. It's not exactly uncommon to come into contact with someone who's been protected before. It helps a bit when you're getting ready to ship out. I listened to a few of her recordings to hear about Tamaki's personality. He was only a toddler, but it gave me a decent grasp on how he grew up."

Haruhi nodded along, not seeming too put off with the knowledge that Livia had a personal file on her and her dad. Her next question was actually on a completely different subject.

"So, you have to make recordings?"

"Yeah." Livia reached across the table and grabbed her recorder, holding it out for Haruhi to inspect. "They're for cataloging missions and retaining information. I've had that on my person since I was assigned this case. When I get back home, they'll download everything that was picked up and transcribe what they need to make a complete timeline for the mission. It helps make it easier for those who are hard of hearing or can't speak a certain language or if someone's looking for a specific piece of information."

Haruhi turned the device around in her hands, not pressing any of the buttons. "Wow. Wait, you said you've had this on you at all times?"

"Yeah. I can 'start' and 'end' logs whenever I want, but that's only for my personal commentary. Even when I'm not talking or even awake, it's still recording. Most transcripting only contains the personal logs, though, unless something important happens outside of the agent's commentary. And we're supposed to make mandatory Saturday logs to help summarize the weeks where not much happens. I was actually doing that before you came in, and our conversation is being recorded right now."

Haruhi set the recorder down, her cheeks a little flushed with embarrassment. "Does that mean you were recording us when we teased you about…"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

Haruhi mumbled a quick 'Sorry' before taking a big gulp of tea. Livia shook her head, a smile worming its way onto her face. Haruhi was honestly adorable.

"So…" Haruhi coughed, her cheeks dusted with a soft pink. "Speaking of Kyoya, if he's in danger shouldn't you be around him? I mean, I know you've got a video of him, but aren't you worried something will happen when you're not around?"

"Good question. Can you move over here for a moment?"

Haruhi did as she was asked, scooting her chair closer to Livia's so she could watch as the agent began flipping through the many different cameras she had placed around the Ootori Mansion. "I placed Kyoya on house-arrest for the weekend after that little stunt he pulled yesterday. He's not permitted to leave the Ootori Mansion, and the only people allowed inside are me, the family, the staff, and the Host Club. If you look here, all the entrances are monitored, as are the surrounding grounds. If someone enters or leaves the property, I will know. I've got facial recognition set up for just that purpose. If it catches someone crossing the boundary that doesn't have my permission, I get an alert on both my recorder and my computer."

"Geez. You're really on top of your game, aren't you?"

"I have to be. This isn't something I can half-ass."

Livia knew Haruhi was staring at her, but didn't comment on it. If her neighbor had something to say, she'd say it eventually. Haruhi wasn't exactly known for holding her tongue. So it was no surprise when the other brunette suddenly sat back in her chair and asked yet another question.

"You never got to really be a normal teenager, huh?"

"What gave it away?"

Haruhi's lips twitched in the semblance of a smile. "If you wouldn't mind, I've missed being able to hang out with someone relatively normal."

"Oh, so suddenly I'm normal?"

A shrug. "More normal than the rich people I talk to almost every day. Would you mind?"

Livia thought it over. She didn't exactly have anything to work on. All that was left to do was make sure Kyoya didn't leave the house. Glancing down at her empty teacup, she made a decision.

"How bad could it be? What did you have in mind?"

Haruhi gave her a bigger smile, pleased. "Have you ever experienced Harry Potter?"

"No, not really. I got a few chapters into the first book when I was twelve, but I never got the chance to pick it up again. To be honest, there are a lot of pop culture things I missed out on. I managed to watch Supernatural, Firefly, and Fringe on my roommate's laptop, but that's about it."

Her neighbor's eyes sparkled. "You're in for a treat. Get your television set up. I'm going to grab some movies."


Well, Haruhi just left. I think I'm going to be busy for a few hours.

And for anyone who thinks I shouldn't have told her anything, please familiarize yourself with Article 129 Subsection 14 of R.A.R.E.'s constitution. She and her friends came to the truth themselves, even if it wasn't completely correct, and I didn't answer anything I wasn't allowed to.

Doesn't seem like there's anything else for me to say.

End log.


I kinda wanted to add in who used to protect Hikaru and Kaoru, but now that I think about it the suspense will be much better this way. Another Saturday log, this one a little shorter than the others. But I hope you enjoyed it anyways.

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