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Back in our world by Alimackatjac

Chapter 26 Broken smiles


Mori's POV

My eyes burn towards the black soulless plastic eyes of the pink stuffed fur ball, lurking under my oblivious cousin's hugging arms. Damn, I hated that thing…. Sometimes I could have sworn I felt those sinister button like eyes follow me, like it was just waiting for the perfect moment to strike. It goes to show you not all cute and cuddly stuffed animals are sweet. Oh no, that creepy thing had a malicious black aura swirling around its fuzzy frame.

"Takashi, are you ready?" My eyes ripped away from the long eared menace, bouncing back to my apprehensive cousin, standing in front of the polished door. He raised his hand, brushing a few strands of his honey blonde hair off to the side, away from his wide cinnamon brown eyes, giving me a small uneasy smile. I could tell my "little" cousin was nervous. Of course, at around, 5'11 and sporting a well-honed body of a martial arts expert under his tux no one would dare call him little anymore. Even though he's clearly a full grown adult man, occasionally sporting a five o'clock shadow, he still happily skips around with the damn pink fur ball wherever we go. It makes for a rather bizarre sight, if you're not use to seeing it.

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I watched as he nervously straightened his clothes, seeing my cousin dressed in his pristine white dinner jacket with his fist hovering in the air caused me to take a deep breath, before nodding my head. With a single nod, my nervously excited cousin lightly knocks on the door; however, nothing but silence comes from the other side of it. Mitsukuni smile begins to fall, as he once more strikes the door, this time with a bit more force. However, the result remains the same.

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My cousin carefully studies the door for a long intense moment, before his expression melts into a look I know all too well….a look of anticipated property damage. In a flash Honey's fingers instantly fly to his stark white buttons of his jacket, flicking each button open, allowing him freedom of movement. Just before the door is blasted into splinters with a well-perfected roundhouse kick, I reach out a hand, placing it on my cousin's tense shoulder. Mitsukuni turns his head, blinking up with a confused face for the unexpected interruption, until I reach out with my other hand, revealing a solid black card tightly nestled between my two fingers. Holding out the brunette's keycard, the twins had the foresight to send back with their Suoh lookalike driver, keeping their repair bill to a minimum.

Mitsukuni lips grew wide as he grabbed the keycard from my offering fingers. "Thanks Takashi."

I remained stoically silent on the outside, however, my fingers curled against my moist palms, hanging at either side of my body as I watch my cousin insert the card, resulting in a soft "click". My cousin rests his hand on the curled brass handle, while turning to me for approval. Giving the rather unsettling situation of entering a grown woman's hotel room careful consideration before nodding my head. After all, I'm pretty sure even I wouldn't be able to restrain my cousin from entering this particular door…It's just been too long since we've last seen her, and those last few times weren't exactly what I would call "happy" .


Flashback…Ouran High school.

A few weeks after the ski trip.

It was one of our rare visits to the club, we tried to make time, but it seemed our schedules filled faster and time was growing extensive between visits, now that we had graduated from Ouran. Before today's visit Tamaki practically begged for us to attend, well, at least that's what Mitsukuni had said. He also said something about the scheduled day revolving around a special cosplay event. Little did we know it had nothing to do with martial arts or even dashing knights and more about college students? It's not what you would call an elaborate change of costume for the Host club.

My cousin reached for the handle, happily swinging the pristine door wide open causing the usual burst of velvety petals to flutter around us. A frantic Tamaki quickly walks up dressed in a cream chunky sweater and a pair of jeans, with a stack of books tilting high over his head. "Thank goodness you're here! Honey-sempi, Mori-sempi, thank you for making time for our little club!"

"No problem Tama-chan, Takishi and I are glad to help." My cousin glances up towards the precariously stacked books in Tamaki's hands. "Although, shouldn't the rest of the club already be here?" Mitsukuni's wide concerned eyes quickly glance around the room.

"Uh well, the thing is Honey-sempi-" An uncomfortable Tamaki trails off while his violet eyes awkwardly drop to the floor.

I quickly catch sight of Kyoya strolling into the room in no particular hurry. "Kyoya, is here." I quietly added, alerting both concerned blondes.

Tamaki lets out a relieved breath after he sees his best friend enter the room, "I'm sure the rest of the members will be along shortly." The blonde forces a happy go lucky smile on his face while speaking in a reassuring tone. Just as he did, Haruhi came bursting through the double doors out of breath, heading straight for her table. "I'm so sorry I'm late, my English teacher kept me after!" She swiftly stashes her book bag behind her couch, before making a quick dash to the teacart, carefully balancing a floral tea set on a silver serving tray.

"Haru-chan, you made it!" Tamaki happily turns his head in the brunet's direction, but doesn't move from his spot.

"Ah yeah, sorry about that." Haruhi's cheeks begin to blush as she anxiously peeks over to the twin's empty table before awkwardly glancing back to the blonde king. "Uh, Tamaki."

"Oh Princess, I'm just relieved to have you back by my side once again." He smiles back at the uncomfortable brunet.

Her big chocolate eyes quickly catch sight of our arrival, giving a wave of her hand. "Oh hey, welcome back, Honey-sempi, Mori-sempi." My hand finds its way to my pained chest, with her wide welcoming smile.

Just then, one of the twins casually pushes through the doors, paying no mind to the fluttering rose petals, falling around him. Haruhi suddenly drops her eyes, busying herself at setting up for her guests. With his hands in his pockets, the ginger just strolls pass our secret princess's table, without a single pleasantry shared…. The distant interaction causes a frustrated sigh to blow pass my lips.

"Ah Tama-chan, is there anything we can help you with like ….ah." Mitsukuni big cinnamon eyes blink up at stack of books held in Tamaki's hands.

"Books." I simply add to the conversation.

"Oh no, that won't be nessicary." Tamaki speaks in a distracted tone, quickly turning his head from the room. "Please don't trouble yourselves; I have everything taking care of." He reaches up with his freehand to straighten his tilting stack, while holding them in the other hand. "These are just various props I borrowed from some of the classrooms, for today's cosplay event."

"Well okay, if you say so, Tama-chan." Mitsukuni wasn't entirely sure it was a good idea to leave the other blonde to his own devices, as he starred up at the tall stack of precariously piled books.

"I'm fine, Honey-sempi." The underclassman speaks in a distracted tone, while starring off in the room once more.

"Well in that case, I guess Takishi and I will go get dressed," With a somewhat concerned look on his face my cousin calls for the distracted blonde's attention. "Ah Tama-chan, will our costumes be in the changing room?"

"Oh sorry, Honey-sempi I guess I just drifted a bit." Tamaki's head snaps back, quickly juggling the stack of books in a single hand to reach in his bag. "Actually, I have both of your costumes, right here." Tamaki pulls something from his bag.

"You do?!" My curious cousin leans in closer to get a better look. "But how?"

"There you go Honey –sempi don't you look cute." The blonde Host club King admired his work, before hastily dropping a pair of fake black rimmed reading glasses in my hand. I couldn't help but look at the eyewear questionably in my open palm but after letting out yet another sigh I begrudgingly placed them on my face. My magnified eyes blink through the lens, seeing Tamaki juggle his stack of textbooks to a single hand before lifting his hand up to his chin. The blonde's violet eyes take a moment to linger over my face with a somewhat deliberating expression until he swiftly reaches up, messing with the top of my head. "There you go Mori-sempi, all done!" The blonde studied my face once more before nodding sharply and hurrying off in another direction with the towering stack of wavering textbooks.

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It wasn't a few quiet moments later a sudden "crash" teared through the peaceful surrounding as delicate china shattered against the polished marble floor. I whipped my head around to see a stunned Tamaki sitting in the middle of the floor with a tipped over serving cart and several overturned textbooks dotting the polished wood floor. With blushing cheeks, Tamaki cautiously reaches up to the top of his head, pulling a splayed out AP Trig textbook off his blond head, smiling awkwardly under his gold-rimmed glasses. "Oops."

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A panicked Mitsukuni comes sprinting up to the fallen Blonde. Only to swiftly snatch the pink fur ball, off the floor, and away from Tamaki's sprawled out feet. "Usa-chan! How did you get all the way over here?" My oblivious cousin quickly pulls his stuffed bunny into a crushing hug, before skipping back to our table. "Here you go, sit here Usa-chan." My blonde cousin happily positioned the floppy rabbit in the chair right across from me….I could of sworn the bunny had an evil smirk on its fuzzy face. I blinked my eyes several times before looking back at the toy, only to see my playful cousin shove a mountain of creamy white frosting towards the bunny's inanimate face.

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Haruhi quickly walks over, holding a broom and dustpan in her hand. "Tamaki, here let me help you."

"No Haruhi, it's my mess, I'll take care of it. Please allow me to pursue this noble commoner experience." The blond king "gracefully" stumbles to his feet, before brushing himself off, gallantly bowing to the clearly irritated brunet. He tilts his head towards her, whispering his little nickname for all girls. "After all Princess, we as fine gentlemen will rapidly enter a stagnate state if we do not endeavor to ascertain contemporary pursuits." The blond king arrogantly tosses his hand in the air, swinging his other hand to his puffed out chest, while spouting out verbose nonsense.

"What?" Blinking up at the babbling blonde, before raising a palm to him. "Uh, never mind. I actually, don't really want to know." Haruhi roughly shoves the broom to the blonde, "Fine, suit yourself."

"Not to worry Haruhi, I'll have this mess cleaned up in no time." The blond king calls out to the retreating brunet.

With somewhat disbelief, I watch a visibly perplexed Tamaki stare at the marble floor, covered in pieces of broken china, while scratching his blond head. Still a bit confused at what exactly caused him to trip and fall into the serving cart. Although he quickly shrugged, his shoulders and began to pick up his scattered props from the floor. I'm rather surprised to see the blonde host club king handling costumes. The task happily fell on the twins and they wouldn't dare just hand out faux eyewear and simply mess with our hair. It would go against every fashion forward cell in there body.

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My dark eyes slide over to the polished wood table with various textbooks stacked on it, seeing a single ginger now dressed in a stark white button up shirt, with a dark blue sweater tied over his shoulders. I happened to notice while sipping his tea his golden eyes would discreetly peek over his teacup, and across the room. Gazing over at the brunet's table before pulling the cup and his eyes away. Noticing only a few minutes, later the brunette crossdresser would sadly glance over to the twin's table.

I could tell he was forcing a smile on his face, while he happily served two girls tea from an antique lace trimmed Wedgewood tea set. With his twin nowhere in sight and the brunet staying on the other side of the room, the lonely ginger finds himself absolutely alone. It didn't look like his twin was expected back anytime soon, as his sad eyes occasionally slide back to the empty seat, next him. His smile would falter every time he glanced at the empty spot. Of course, the two giggling girls, sitting at his table are completely oblivious with the underclassman's forced demeanor.

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The lonely twin made no attempt to say anything to the rest of the members…least of all, saying anything about the poorly planned costume we were forced to "experience." The ginger carefully placed the pristine white tea pot on the silver serving tray before pushing his costume tortoiseshell glasses up on his face. He picked up a small plate of chocolate petifores perched on a delicate lace doily, offering it to the giggling girls. A young brunet first year madly blushed as she cautiously accepted the treat from the upperclassmen. He forced a small smile in return as he set the plate down. The trio looked more like a study group then an indulgent host club tea. He continued to talk about various classroom assignments, doing his best in portraying the stereotypical fetish. Which caused an obvious question to be asked, if everyone was a glasses wearing type was Kyoya even cosplaying with the rest of us, or just being himself?

Curious, my eyes slid over to the small bistro table, where the Shadow King would normally orchestrate club business, noticing the underclassmen without his usual eyewear.

"Excuse me, Kyoya-sempi were here for our appointment with Tamaki." A third year girl fluttered her eyelashes towards the absorbed dark haired third year. However, Kyoya did not peel his eyes from his screen, only stopping to jot a few things down in his black notebook. The two confused girls turned to look at each other, although before they could say anything a cute little second year arrived at his table. She happily nodded her head, causing her blond curls to bounce, "Yes, and I would like to schedule an appointment with the twins, please." Her warm chocolate eyes blinked at the distracted third year.

I was more than a little confused, seeing the dark haired vice president purposely ignore three of the clubs regular customers.

"I'm so sorry for the time being our vice president, is deeply involved in discovering new and rather interesting ways the hosts could entertain you lovely princesses." Tamaki teases the three girls with an intoxicating curl of his lips. Please tell me how I may serve you?" The blonde king surrounded by a bevy of awestruck girls happily motions to the three girls, standing at Kyoya's small table. The girls giggled with delight as they were personally beckoned to the king's table.

Whatever Kyoya is effectively wrapped up in he didn't bother looking up, even once from his computer, causing the girls to find their own way to their appointed Host's table…..., or at least to Tamaki's table. First Tamaki handling costumes, now Kyoya purposely ignoring regulars, what the heck was going on with the club these days?

"Takashi." My pouting cousin called my attention back to our table. "This isn't the cake I asked for." Honeys discreetly points at the half-eaten triple decker lemon drop cake with his silver fork, while blinking up with a concerned look on his face. I wordlessly nodded my head, sharing a troubled look with my cousin, before he nodded his head and happily dived into the wrong cake.

"Oh Honey-sempi we've missed you." A bubbly blonde third year squealed to my cousin.

A petite brunet second year vigorously nodded her head in agreement. "Yes, will you be visiting the club regularly from now on?" Blinking up at my playful cousin with green hopeful eyes.

"Oh yes, I do hope so." Another third year added. The hum of the giggling guests fell in the background as my eyes stared at the wicked black buttons of the evil pink fur ball….and in no surprise to me it felt like it was glaring right back at me.

A little later….

I'm uncomfortably sitting across from the evil pink fur ball, propped up in its own seat, while my oblivious cousin finishes off the rest of the wrong cake. Ever since we were kids, I have tried in every conceivable way to get rid of that damn thing. I "accidently" left it on a malfunctioning roller coaster, tossed it overboard during a brutal squall, buried it in a far corner of our family's land, on top of an icy peak of a mountain, no less. Hell, I even flushed the thing down a loo, on a jet, flying over the Atlantic Ocean …but the dam thing would always be there. Flopped over the bluestone steps, waiting at the front door….evil, soaking wet and blue, but still there, just the same.

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The host club king pulled his teacup away as he begins to chuckle at a joke one of the blushing princesses whispered to him. While continually laughing his sparkling violet eyes catch sight of the large gilded clock prominently hanging over the double doors, causing the blond king to hastily leap from his chair, in a bit of a panic. "Well my Princesses, unfortunately the time has long since pass to conclude our day." The host king lifts his hand to adjust his faux glasses on his face. "Please don't hesitate to visit us in the near future. I'll be waiting with bated breath for your anticipated arrival, my lovely princesses." Once finished with his theatrical goodbyes Tamaki dramatically strolls to the open door, before taking a grand sweeping bow next to it. The princely type continues with his deep bow until the last pouting girl walks past him.

I was somewhat surprised as Kyoya; self-designated club scheduler remained silent, allowing the time to slip pass hosting hours.

A petite curly haired ginger covers her mouth with a small giggle. "Goodbye, my sweet Prince." Her cheeks flare with a rosy color as she bashfully whispers her words towards the club's animated king.

Tamaki quickly straightened, gently lifting the mesmerized first year's chin, until her wide unblinking eyes are held captive with his smoldering violet irises. "Oh, my sparkling jewel of a princess, my heart will endure an excruciating pain until our eyes meet once more." With her wide unblinking eyes, she follows Tamaki's lips as he gently kisses the back of her hand, before pulling away and revealing a princely smile ." Until me meet again, my sweet." Tamaki quickly lifts his hand, motioning for the girl's friend to come back and steer the befuddled girl away from the closing club.

The indifferent ginger strolled towards the door with his hands in his pockets. "Well, see ya."

"Wait, Hitachiin-san," Kyoya stands from his seat, turning to the ginger twin walking to the door. "I was hoping you could escort Haruhi home, since Tamaki and I have after club business to conduct." A bright light glares off Kyoya's glasses as his lips curl on one side.

Haruhi nervously waves her hand in front of her chest, "Ah that's okay, I'm sure Kaoru wants to get back to his sick brother."

Kaoru's lips grow into a small smile, as he stares at his brunette classmate. "Well actually, I wouldn't mind if we-"

However, Tamaki quickly cuts the ginger off, throwing his hands over Haruhi's shoulders, pulling her closer to him. "No Kaoru, that won't be necessary my friend. He gracefully holds out a hand towards the ginger.

Kaoru acts like he's about to say something, until he lets out an irritated huff, turning his head away from the blond.

"It's not only my responsibility, but my pleasure to escort Haruhi home." Tamaki shares a look with his best friend. "Club business can wait for another day."

"Tamaki, you just can't keep putting off club business," Kyoya begins to lose his temper, "unless you want to keep having train wrecks, like today." He motions to Tamaki's failed attempt at cosplay.

"Enough Kyoya!" The blonde's violet eyes burn towards the fuming vice president. "I said, I would address club business at a later date." The two best friends stand toe-to-toe, exchanging searing hot glares.

Kyoya pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and coolly turns away from a glaring Tamaki. He walks towards his table. "Very well." He awkwardly clears his throat while sliding his closed laptop in his black messenger bag, throwing his bags strap over his shoulder. "I see, I'm no longer needed." He wordlessly shares a look with Tamaki, before turning sharply and heading for the door. "Good evening."

Tamaki violet eyes turn miserable as he watches his best friend stroll out of the door.

My worried cousin leaps for his chair, running to his friend, dragging the evil fur ball behind him. "Tama-chan!"

The depressed blonde King quickly turns back with his composure regained. "Oh sorry Honey-sempi, I guess I just drifted off again. Thank you my dear friend for coming today."

My worried cousin blinked up at our depressed friend. "Uh, Tama-chan is everything-"

"I'm fine, Honey sempi." Tamaki quickly cuts off his friend. "I'm just a little tired, that's all."

A concerned Mitsukuni nodded his head, with a small smile. "Our pleasure, Tama-chan we were happy to visit."

Tamaki lifted his hand towards me, giving me a small wave. "You too Mori-sempi, thank you so much for your help."

I replied with a small nod of my head. "Anytime."

"Well, I'm off." Tamaki swings his school bag's strap over his golden head and begins to walk towards the door, with a forced smile on his lips.

I watch as Kaoru suddenly reaches out for Haruhi's arm, causing her eyes to fall to his hand before lifting her eyes towards the ginger.

Tamaki stopped at the door while holding out his hand with his back turned. "Coming, my Princess?"

Kaoru silently stares towards the brunet with emotionally pleading eyes. Haruhi quickly turns her head between the two club members. She sadly shakes her head, with a heartbreaking remorseful look, before turning her back on Kaoru. "Yeah, I'm coming." She slides her delicate fingers into Tamaki's hand. The miserable ginger just stands, watching a pair of glassy chocolate eyes disappear behind an open door…..the wretched sight causes an all too familiar sharp pain to strike my chest.

Mitsukuni rests a comforting hand on the ginger's arm. "Kao-chan?"

Kaoru quickly lifts a hand his to face, before turning his head to my cousin. "Oh, sorry Honey-sempi," The ginger forces a wide smile on his face. "Well Honey-sempi, Mori-sempi it was nice seeing you again….but I really should get back and check on my twin." Kaoru awkwardly throws a thumb behind him. "I'm sure he's driving the maids crazy by now….. It seems I'm the only one who can help him, now." The ginger's eyes drop as he almost speaks to himself.

"Kaoru, do you need to tal-"

"I'm fine, Honey-sempi," The ginger twin quickly cuts off my worried cousin, before letting out a long sigh, "really, Hika and I are fine." The ginger adjusts his bag to his side, while slowly backing up to the door. "I'll tell Hika, you said hi."

"Yeah, I hope Hika-chan feels better…bye Kao-chan." Mitsukuni holds the fur ball tightly to his chest while his woeful brown eyes watch the heartbroken ginger silently trudge out the door, alone.

"Poor Kao-chan." Mitsukuni softly speaks while sadly starring at the empty doorway.

Standing behind my cousin I reach out and rest a comforting hand on my cousin's shoulder, "They're both lost without her." My eyes stare over his blond head.

Mitsukuni sadly nods his head in agreement. "Yeah, ever since Haru-chan accepted Tama-chan's confession…. No one's seen Hika-chan."

I bluntly added. "He was devastated with the news."

"I'm not even sure Kao-chan knows where his older brother is at the moment!" Mitsukuni cinnamon eyes turn sharp as my angry cousin whips around, throwing his hand in the air. "He just keeps making excuses for him…with lies. Everywhere there is nothing but lies! Everyone seems to be lying for one reason or another!"

"The club is quickly falling apart… Kyoya is allowing it." I calmly speak to my frustrated cousin.

Mitsukuni crosses his arms at his chest, tightly squeezing them around the fur ball's neck. "Heck, with both Tama-chan and Kyo-chan graduating I wouldn't be surprised if Tama-chan dissolves the club. Once they both graduate the last three members will have plenty time to figure out their feelings."

"I think Tamaki will do just about anything to keep them from realizing the truth."

Mitsukuni sadly nods his head as he begins to walk out the door. "Yeah, I think you might be right, Takishi." I silently followed my cousin out of the club…Little did we know, it was one of the last times our polished shoes would crush the drifting rose petals as we silently walked out of the empty music room.

It wasn't a few days later, Tamaki made the dreaded announcement, he was moving to Boston after graduation. Much to the twins' dismay, he also announced he would not be traveling alone…Everything crumbled after that.

Our little club was only being held together with glued on smiles and painful lies.

End of flashback…


Years later, in London, standing at the club's secret princess's hotel room door.

"Takashi….Takashi." My cousin pulls me back to the present.

Mitsukuni hands me back the card, before carefully pushing the door open, revealing an almost pitch black hotel suite. With the sight of the deserted suite, I had to wonder if we had not fallen victim to one of the twins' tricks….and the thought caused my fingers to curl, and tightly constrict on themselves, while blindly stepping further into the dark room.

"Just leave me the hell alone!" That is until searing hot words fly from the pitch black room, from a familiar voice, causing my cousin to let out a surprised gasp.

"Jake, I'm not hungry." After letting out a heavy sigh, her voice quietly turns dismal. "...They need to realize …it's just time." A woman's delicate sniffles occupied her depressed words.

After hearing her miserable voice I can see glimpses of Mitsukuni's emotional cinnamon eyes begin to gloss over. Not really sure what to do next he turns to me for some kind of guidance. All I could do is nod my head, encouraging him to continue with caution. Reaffirming his resolve to see our old friend he nodded his head sharply, before leading us further into the still darkness. Until a few bands of dim light leak from the bathroom door, left ajar. The small strips of light shined across the vast bedroom on to a king size bed, and a quiet sniffling lump buried beneath the rumpled blankets. Without another word, Honey silently planted himself on the end of the bed, only confirming someone had entered her room.

A sliver of her face peeks from the light blue velour blanket held tightly over her head. She lets out a depressed sigh, "I wondered how long it would be before you came. Did you send your twin out on some meaningless errand so we could talk? Whatever your planning it won't work…..It's time for me to go home."

Mitsukuni squeezes the evil fur ball closer to his chest, allowing the tense silence to spread throughout the darkness. After the distraught woman receives no response, she lets out an irritated huff. "Damn it! I know it's you Kaoru!"

"I'm sorry, Haru-chan, but I'm not our ginger friend …I'm more like a golden blond." His nervous voice flutters around the depressing room while he lifts his hand to his head, pulling a strand closer to his focusing cinnamon eyes. "At least that's what I think it's called." He speaks in a distracted tone while squinting his eyes at the blond strand held between his fingers.

Her muffled tears quickly subside with her astonishment. "Honey-sempi?!"

My cousin lets go of the blonde strand, quickly sliding his fingers through his hair, gently combing his bangs back in place. "Yeah it's me Haru-chan." Mitsukuni cautiously continues, "Takashi is here too," He nervously chuckles. I didn't say a word as I walked up to stand behind my sitting cousin. "Long time no see, Haru-chan."

"They shouldn't have dragged you two into this." She reached up and pulled the soft velour blanket, causing it to slowly slide off her messed head. My mouth suddenly let out an audible gasp as a beautiful broken woman was revealed in the small strips of light. Her tangled long chestnut hair hung pass her shoulders, doing its best to obscure her red tear stained face. My hand squeezed at my sides, battling a bubbling feeling deep inside on me.

My blonde cousin did his best to ignore our old friend's appearance, as he forced a smile on his face. "Oh, Hika-chan and Kao-chan didn't ask for our help." He shakes his head, "We just kind of showed up, unannounced, "His eyes drop to his fidgeting hands, resting in his lap. "Uh actually, we sort of tossed them out of their own hotel suite."

The shocked brunet woman whipped her head around in my direction. "You did what?!"

My cousin lets out a playful chuckle. "Yeah, they weren't exactly happy about it either …I mean they were somewhat dressed when it happened."

"No offense, Honey-sempi, Mori-sempi, but it's been too long, Why would you bother coming to see me, in the first place. I'm not the same girl you once knew, were no longer close." The woman sinks back into her gloomy depression.

After hearing our old friend speak, Mitsukuni pulled his bunny closer to his chest. Sadly snuggling his cheek against the evil fur ball, before cautiously speaking, "Uh, Haru-chan, the twins told us what happened …..To you and Ranka." His glassy cinnamon eyes fell to his fidgeting hands. "Haru-chan, I'm so, so, sorry!"

"It's over, there nothing anyone can do about it, now." The brunet's voice turned cold and distant as she sadly rested her head on her bent knees.

Mitsukuni lifts his head, revealing wet trails of tears rolling down the blonde's face. "But Haru-chan, I have to tell you, Takashi and I would have never treated you or Ranka in such a mean and awful way." My cousin slid his tearful eyes in my direction, sharing a knowing look with me, before almost whispering his words "We've always loved both of you, in so many ways." My hand finds its way to my chest with my cousin's honest words….as I find it now hard to breathe.

The depressed woman remains silent.

"Takashi and I know what you've gone through emotionally and physically ….is unimaginable, and you have no reason to ever trust us …but were hoping," He shakes his head , "No were praying that by some slim chance you'll leave the door cracked open, for the possibility of becoming friends again?" A long dark silence soon engulfed the room, after my cousin's pleading words.

After what felt like hours, slipping by Mitsukuni sadly slipped off the rumbled bed. "I understand, Haru-chan." My solemn cousin begins to walk to the door. I begrudgingly follow my cousin, looking back at the miserable woman huddled in the moonlight, a mere shadow of her former self.

She sniffles, before softly breaking the tense silence. "Wait." Haru cautiously speaks with her back turned. "You want to …..Um, start earning my friendship back?"

"Uh yes, Haru-chan." Peeking his hopeful brown eyes from the pink fur ball, before slowly nodding his head." If… that's what it takes."

"Then take me home." The brunette woman turns around, revealing tearful pleading eyes. "All I want to do now is forget." She drops her head as broken words slip out in a pained whisper.

"All I want to do is forget this whole mess….. And just go home."

End of Mori's POV

End of chapter 26


So I know it's not cannon for Mori to hate the little pink bunny and yes, I know who made it, but since I was testing myself with writing the most nonverbal host's POV, I thought it might be fun to have other things ratting around in his head.

I was going to wait till Monday to release this but figured what the heck I owe you guys, I've been trying really hard to wrap another story , so sorry for the delay . Hey, but SURPRISE I'm just working on the end of the next chapter and should have it out, of course after some serious edits, revisions. So it might be a couple of days.

Thanks for taking a peek ;)

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